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TERRIBLE TWOS — P. SUNGHOON
SYNOPSIS! A rash decision on your end causes you and Sunghoon to break up. What you think is for the best turns out to be the complete opposite, actually. Cue two years later when a random encounter with your ex forces you to revisit past feelings that has never quite fully departed from either of you. PAIRING! Chairman!Sunghoon x Fem!Reader WC! 11.4k (Got carried away)
GENRE/CW! Exes getting back together, fluff, slight angst if you squint, smut (fingering, brief mentions of fem oral receiving, sunghoon has a 7 inch cock; i headcanon that, unprotected sex, missionary, creampie, lots of tongue kissing), swearing, reader is in denial just a tad bit, ft. non-idol!yunjin, reader is a struggling fine arts major, etc. MDNI
A/N: originally, i intended for this to be a simple one shot but it somehow turned out to be greater than that in the end lol. this was also my first attempt at writing smut; i've always wanted to try it but damn is it kinda hard. i feel like the title doesn't match or capture the story as good but whatever-- it used to be called 'seasons,' yet that didn't make sense either so... terrible twos it is! i hope you enjoy <3
“Y/n?”
A trace of uncertainty laces the man's voice, his mind racing with the possibility that he might have mistaken a stranger for someone from his past. Internally, he winces at the prospect of this awkward mix-up, dreading such an encounter with a random person. He clings to the hope that his intuition proves accurate.
Could it really be her? Amid the bustling crowd, she always managed to stand out, an unmistakable aura surrounding her. Her presence eclipsed even the most vibrant of settings, radiating a unique energy that outshone a field of flowers.
When he tentatively calls out her name in a hushed tone, she spins around on her heel, and for an ephemeral moment, Sunghoon feels as though he's stepped into a scene from a classic romance film.
Time stills and so does he.
Each of your movements steals his breath away. The way your hair dances in harmony with the wind, and how your eyelashes cast the most delicate shadow upon your high cheekbones. Your gradual unveiling leaves him struggling to swallow past an inexplicable lump in his throat.
Sunghoon notices the moment your eyes widen. Behind those enchanting orbs, he discerns a flicker of nostalgia and a touch of melancholy. During your time together, he had the uncanny ability to read those emotions hidden within the depths of your eyes.
“Sunghoon…” You say no louder than a mere whisper that could easily get lost in the summer’s wind that passes through the both of you.
Your heart throbs in your chest. The biological response is far too overwhelming that you can feel your stomach tying itself in double knots. You think you might need to be pointed to the nearest bathroom so you can barf up the swarm of butterflies that disturb your system. No doubt, does crossing paths with an ex whom you share a long history with manage to do that to you.
“H-how are you?” You’re the first to strike up a conversation despite that being Sunghoon’s unspoken responsibility.
How am I? Sunghoon has to brace himself to collect his messy thoughts.
“I’m pretty good, and yourself?”
His response is curt and short. In any other setting, he would have elaborated on his answer but he wasn’t sure how much information was too much to reveal to an ex regarding the state of his well-being. You nod at his words, not really expecting much nor having high hopes that he would give you more to work with in this conversation of playing catch-up between an ex.
See, your relationship ended amicably, with both of you acknowledging that the spark kindled between you two had faded out. With your mind elsewhere, too focused on your academics (so you like to say), and Sunghoon preparing to inherit his family’s business, there was little room for romance in either of your daily routines. Your typical weekend dates were swapped out for meetings with major corporations and other soon-to-be-chairman-related activities so that he could fully understand what the rest of his future held for him.
Even though you missed having your boyfriend's undivided attention, you refused to act as a temporary roadblock that prevented him from making significant progress. Despite your heart and brain being at war with each other, you made the conscious decision to slowly back down from being his lover and tucked your face in the pages of your academic textbooks.
With Sunghoon too busy to even acknowledge that his girlfriend was distancing herself from him, you were the first to come forward, bearing the news that breaking up would be the optimal solution to your and his fading presence in one another’s lives.
That night when you bid goodbye, he felt half his heart shatter inside of him. Little did you know that you carried the other part wherever you went, but now that you were no longer capable of sheltering that missing piece, it almost made him want to die inside more than just a tad bit— a lot, actually.
He pretended to play it cool as your back turned to him and he watched you retreat to your car, feeling both helpless and defeated. With an unflinching countenance, a tightly clenched jaw, and fingers gripped at his sides, Sunghoon longed for his feet to have chased after you, preventing your departure from his life. He yearned to undo whatever had driven you away, to rewrite his mistakes and reshape your shared history.
Sadly, not even the first star in the sky he saw at night could grant him something as demanding as that.
On the contrary, had those things happened, he wouldn’t be here today on a Thursday afternoon rekindling a connection that got tossed up in the air and fell through his fingertips.
“I—“ Before you get a chance to deliver your sentence Sunghoon’s hold on your arm prompts him to draw you to his chest.
Your breath hitches in the back of your throat, eyes simultaneously widening for the second time thanks to a certain ex. You look up at the taller one with crinkled brows. A mixture of confusion and a looming feeling in the deepest pit of your stomach that hasn’t quite left, tugging at your heartstrings. His intoxicating scent of Dior Sauvage is all too overwhelming for your nose to take in. You swear your head could start spinning any minute now.
He’s so close to you. You’re so close to him. If someone were to come by and accidentally bump into you, you would be pressed up against his chest, breaking what limited distance is keeping you two apart.
A bike rider disrupting pedestrian traffic on the sidewalk whizzes by, obnoxiously ringing the bell attached to their handlebar as if they aren’t to be blamed for riding on the concrete pavement, and it’s only then do you realize that Sunghoon was protecting you from getting hit. His body relaxes once he declares that it’s safe for you to comfortably stand in the open from any oncoming obstructions.
“Sorry… acted on impulse.” His grasp on you immediately retreats to the inside of his pant pockets and you swear that his touch leaves a ghosting sensation on your skin.
Sunghoon refuses to meet your lingering gaze, eyes averting to some random couple walking their dog across the street from where the two of you are standing. It’s almost funny how he fully believed two years ago that one day both of you would be exactly like that: dog owners who take their beloved fur baby on walks together and enjoy the simplicity of the little things that a relationship has to offer.
“It’s okay, thank you,” You murmur, unsure of where things should go from here.
A beat of silence comes and goes before Sunghoon has the chance to take the initiative to prove he’s different from his past self.
The past self you witnessed throughout the duration of your shared romanticism. The past self who failed to convince you to stay because he never wanted you to leave his side. What he wanted was to work things out and to understand what he could do to change and make things better for the two of you.
Even if that meant you breaking up with him first to realize this.
“Listen, why don’t we…” He suddenly starts. Sunghoon analyzes your face and when your features evidently show that you’re all ears for what he has to say, he takes a deep breath to compose himself. “Get dinner. Together.“
Although the question comes out more like a demand rather than a request, you’re slightly taken aback because you were almost certain Sunghoon probably resents you for the breakup— at least that’s what you tell yourself— and that he doesn’t want any business involving you entering his life for a repeat performance. The only different thing is that you’re his ex.
Can you blame him? It was so sudden.
The concealed hurt he tried to mask but failed to do so when you told him you wanted to end things, hoping it’d be left on good terms, rambling about how much you do and will continue to care for him no matter what he does in life or who he chooses to love after you. It seems you did more talking than he got the chance to, and Sunghoon wasn’t sure if you had this all planned leading up to that moment, or if he should’ve seen it coming.
Whatever it was, Sunghoon could never hate or repent you, but you’re no telepathic mind-reader and wouldn’t know how he feels about you now unless you asked.
Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth as you ponder the idea of sitting in a fancy restaurant with Sunghoon and sharing a long conversation over an expensive meal that is highly overpriced for its ridiculously small portions.
“On one condition,” You quip. Sunghoon gestures for you to keep going and you clear your throat. “No five-star Michelin places, okay? I just want a simple dinner to make up for lost time.”
The older male chuckles, nodding his head sensibly. If there’s one thing Sunghoon learned about you is that you were never hard to please and preferred the opposite of a high-end luxury lifestyle that he naturally grew up with.
“Tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 8, how’s that sound?”
“That’s perfect but um—“ you purse your lips. “Do you… Do you still remember where I live?”
“Of course. It would take a lot more than time and distance apart from each other, for me to forget your every being.”
Sunghoon leans in to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The underlying intimacy hiding beneath his actions has you contemplating what the course of your relationship would have looked like for the two of you, had you not broken up with a man as sweet and thoughtful as him.
Was calling it quits between you two a mistake? Should you have stuck it out just a little longer?
You can only shove those thoughts to the farthest point in the back of your mind and recenter your focus to the handsome ravenette.
Sunghoon, sporting a warm grin that gradually grows into a pearly white showcase of his perfect teeth and adorable canines, makes it worth marveling if second chances are a thing that people still stand by.
The next evening, Sunghoon unexpectedly arrived at your front door 20 minutes ahead of your readiness. While you were trying to situate yourself into your cami dress that paired well with the current season, a knocking sound coming from the entrance to your studio unit startled you in its wake. You tapped on the screen of your phone to check the time and crinkled your nose when the numbers staring back at you read 7:40.
Sunghoon’s habit of arriving for an occasion earlier than expected was not unusual for his character. The taller's mannerisms crept into other facets of his social life after years of being trained to believe that "early is on time" and "on time is late." However, 20 minutes ahead of schedule was definitely new to you, and part of you can’t help but think if this is stemming from anxiety or if that’s just you projecting your nerves onto his much early arrival.
“Just a sec!” You struggled to reach for the zipper to your dress, stress-sweating due to the pressure of having to rush through the rest of your routine.
After what felt like a millennia you finally managed to seal yourself shut into your attire and scurried to the front door where poor Sunghoon was waiting for you to answer.
“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t get to the zipper of my dress and I don’t think me flashing you or my neighbors in semi-public is socially acceptable.” You awkwardly laugh, strands of hair sticking to the back of your neck and forehead from the accumulated sweat you managed to produce.
Sunghoon chuckles, shaking his head at your guilty tendency to overshare too much information for the dramatics.
“No worries. I know I showed up earlier than expected. Don’t worry about me, do what you need to do.” He smiles softly and for a second it almost slips your mind that you’re no longer romantically involved with each other.
Oh, how you wish you could leap at him and smother the dashing man with kisses all over his Greek god-like, beautiful face…
“Here,” The taller unveils a bouquet of flowers that he attempted (underline, attempted) to hide behind his back. In reality, you could already see bits of it peeking out but chose to play coy about the item he was holding back from giving you.
You fawn at the striking arrangement of tulips that come in different shades of the prettiest of pinks. Tulips. Of course, he would remember that those are your favorite. His words from yesterday ring in your ears, and believing them, you truly start to confide that Sunghoon could never boot you out of his memory as easy as a snap of his fingers.
“The prettiest bunch of flowers for the prettiest girl.” Sunghoon cautiously says, unsure if that would be stepping a line. To be fair, there isn’t an official handbook on what you should or shouldn’t say to an ex— except for some of the more common phrases; whatever that may be.
You let out a lighthearted laugh at the bold, yet cheesy, compliment and invited Sunghoon into the safe haven of your apartment, ignoring the way your heart practically skipped a beat when he said that.
He’s been here on plentiful occasions so he’s really no stranger to the arrangement of your flat and could probably draw out an entire floor plan if he wanted to. At one point he almost committed to the thought of moving in with you, but you were a firm believer that it would be best if he stuck to the minimalist mansion he decorated himself; it was passed down to him from none other than his father. Needless to say, Sunghoon was a pouty puppy that day.
“I’m almost ready I promise.” You say. “I just need to add some finishing touches and then I’m all yours for the night.” Immediately your hands fly to your mouth when realization dawns on you about the delivery of your words.
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, and luckily, you miss the faint smirk that tugs at the corner of his plump lips teasingly.
“You know what I mean!” You panic, waving off the metaphorical atmosphere that surrounds both of you.
You excuse yourself and escape to your room as the tips of your ears start to flush with embarrassment.
Once the door leading to your bedroom shuts behind you with a mellow thud, your back presses up against the surface of the entryway. A loud sigh that you weren't even aware you were repressing since Sunghoon arrived breaks out past your tinted lips. With your mind a foggy mess and your heart threatening to leap right out of your chest, you’re under the impression that you resemble the stereotypical anime school girl the way your entire demeanor changes when you’re around him.
But that’s the thing.
It’s only Sunghoon.
It’s just Sunghoon.
So what if you guys dated in high school and partially during college? So what if he was the first and only guy you’ve been with, and even though you have no one to compare him to, he would still be the best ex you could ever have? So what if you regret breaking up with him because you got ahead of yourself and refused to be transparent with him?
So what if you want him back…
You pat both sides of your cheeks to wake yourself from a philosophical dilemma. you refuse to go down a rabbit hole of emotions especially when you’re about to go out to dinner.
You shuffle through your wardrobe in search of a certain pair of Converse that a special someone gave to you as a birthday gift. When you find it neatly stored away in its original packaging and the box that it came in you’re almost too eager to slip your feet into the collar of the Chuck Taylor’s.
You halt in your steps when you reach your vanity and grab your everyday bottle of perfume, spritzing one pump, then two, then three, and four more of the floral scent, that you’re showering yourself in it at this point.
When you've deemed that you’re completely ready and satisfied with your appearance for the evening, you exit the inviting comfort of your cozy chambers. Sunghoon’s back is facing you as you ascend into the living room. You can’t make out much of what he’s doing and he’s seemingly too preoccupied to notice your footsteps stalk across the wooden paneling. His neck is craned downward looking at something on the decorative table where you have a neat arrangement of framed pictures.
“You still have this?” He turns around revealing the photograph that he was referring to, now in his possession. There’s a distant glimmer of emotion that you can’t quite make out peeking around the curves of his irises.
You let out a resigned sigh.
You’ve been caught red-handed for leaving a single trace of the past out in the open.
Of all the furniture and miscellaneous objects that collect dust on different surfaces in your flat, Sunghoon chose to go for the photograph of you and him standing under a cherry blossom tree in Ilsan Park. Your arm was hooked around his waist and his was wrapped around your shoulder. The brightest of smiles stretched across your faces as petals danced around you. It was the perfect moment captured in stillness and you wish you could leap through pictures to relive that special day. A distant memory that feels like it happened not too long ago.
“I couldn’t get rid of it. It’s— That’s one of my favorite pictures of us.” You simply explain.
It was true, because out of all of the selfies, candid photos, and other pictures you shared together with Sunghoon, your date to Ilsan Park remained your number one core memory as a couple.
You watch intently as Sunghoon places the photo back where it originally belonged on the console.
“I think that’s one of my favorites, too.” He says as a matter of fact. “That or the one where we went to Lotte World and wore matching uniforms together.” The taller laughs.
You giggled, the recollection of your amusement park date flashing across your mind. You dragged him to go on each and every attraction with you as he stumbled in your tracks, struggling to keep up with your social battery. You felt like two high schoolers in love at the ripe age of 20 because being with Sunghoon gave you the impression that you were your 15-year-old self again.
“I like that one as well! I thought I looked pretty cute in that uniform.” You grin sheepishly.
Sunghoon chuckles and it causes you to whip your head to survey him. His eyes crinkle before they’re no longer crescent and back to their original doe-eyed shape.
“You’re still cute, y’know that?”
The comment sends your heart ablaze along with the blood that rushes to the surface of your cheeks. You can only hope that the thin layer of makeup and blush you applied is strong enough to camouflage the effect that sunghoon has on you. It’s no secret that he was always a smooth talker and still is. It makes you wonder if he’s ever used that flirtatious skill on other women he’s come across after you— or if he has.
You tut your tongue at him and reach for your crossbody purse draped on the couch that you lazily tossed aside yesterday after coming home.
“Ready, m’lady?” Sunghoon twists the knob and pushes the front door open, supporting the weight with his broad frame to keep it from closing in on you two when you exit.
“Wait!” You pip, halting in your steps. You briskly retreat to your room and grab the bouquet of tulips you left on the side table next to your bed.
You scurry over to Sunghoon, cradling the arrangement of florals like it was your baby. The haired boy opens his mouth to say something but you’re too fast to retort,
“I wanna show it off. They’re too pretty to be left at home.”
He nods and motions his hand for you to leave the unit first. The taller gives himself a mental pat on the back for inquiring in a floral shop before coming to retrieve you for dinner.
Tulips are a girl’s best friend, after all. For you, at least.
Coincidentally dinner happens to occur at the one restaurant you frequently visited when you and Sunghoon were dating. It was a simple ma and pa spot only locals in the area knew of. They were popularly known for their cold noodles and ginseng chicken soup. You like to think of it as a secret only two of you know about and continue to gatekeep it from your friends or families from ever coming across of it.
The owners grew familiar with both of you through your frequent visits and friendly conversations. your rapport with them resulted in a warm welcome every time you returned, often accompanied by a generous discount as a token of their appreciation. Since your last visit to their restaurant, a while has gone by, and you both have been overdue to make an appearance at the restaurant.
“Aigoo, Sunghoon-ah, it’s been so long!” Mrs. Kim exclaims, wearing the biggest and brightest smile that brings out the crinkles in her complexion when she notices two familiar faces. “And Y/n, it’s good to see you too!” She turns to you with the same mien still permanently plastered on her face.
You bow your head. Her contagious smile has you mirroring her grin.
“Come, come, sit.” She waves her hand for the two of you to follow in her trail as she leads both of you to your— undesignated but designated— table that you and Sunghoon would constantly sit at.
Before you even have a chance to pull out your chair, Sunghoon beats you to it with surprising swiftness. The aged wood scrapes gently against the floor as he courteously pulls the chair back for you. A warm smile tugs at your lips as you appreciate this chivalrous gesture, unable to contain a soft giggle of delight.
Mrs. Kim watches the interaction between the two of you and smirks, completely out of the loop that you have broken up; still under the assumption that you’re both dating to this day. Who could blame her when in her eyes you were the perfect missing piece for one another in this world like you were made for each other from the start.
“The usual?” She asks despite already knowing the answer to her question.
“Yes please,” Sunghoon nods.
He sits after folding his blazer in half so that it can rest neatly on the chair's backrest. To add some fuel to the flame, he unbuttons the cuffs to his long sleeves and rolls them past his forearms so that they stop an inch below his elbows. The expensive watch that rests snugly on his wrist glistens, almost blinding you. You’re reminded that the man sitting across from you is responsible for an entire company under his name and capable of powerful things.
You gulp. You feel like you’re watching something you shouldn’t be and instead take an interest in the condiments that are pushed to the side of your table.
Soy sauce, vinegar, napkins…
When you think that you’re ready to re-center your attention onto Sunghoon once your racing heart has calmed down from its high, the taller has his eyes closed as he combs his fingers through his hair. His lips are parted ever so slightly and there’s a shine to his plush tiers.
He has to be doing this on purpose now.
You watch the way his Adam apple bobs when he swallows and you swear it should be a sin to look this effortlessly good in warm overhead lighting.
You huff, a little too audibly for the male across from you to hear and his doe eyes flutter open. The sudden eye contact catches you off guard and you’re struggling to maintain yourself from the tension your mind is projecting. You shift around in your chair trying to find a more comfortable position.
This is going to be a long dinner.
After Mrs. Kim returned with your delectable dishes, the food vanished quickly as you guys delved into stories and shared the exciting highlights of your respective journeys. You and Sunghoon spent the rest of your meal at the table reminiscing about the past two years including the many ups and downs you’ve dealt with.
You learned that a month after your breakup, Sunghoon’s father officially stepped down, handing over the reins of the company to his son as the new successor. The ravenette confided in you, revealing that even though he had been groomed for this role his whole life, the transition wasn't as smooth as he had envisioned. The weight of responsibility felt overwhelming. Taking charge of a major company brought with it a level of pressure he had never experienced before. The expectations were high, both from the company's board and the employees who had known him since he was young.
As he grappled with the complexities of his new position, Sunghoon couldn't help but reminisce about a simpler life. He missed the carefree moments he used to share with you, the laughter, and the ease of his unannounced visits when he would turn up at your door with snacks he bought from the corner store and canned beer.
Eventually his determination and drive to persevere kept him standing strong in the face of these obstacles. With his family behind him, a supportive workforce, and you in the back of his mind, he knew he had people to look back on and make them proud.
You praised the older for his character development, gushing at his transition from uncertainty to confidence, while sympathizing with the initial troubles he first started off with. Being a chairman at his age is bound to weigh heavily on his mental and emotional health, and you can’t help but wish that you had stayed by his side through it all in order to be that support pillar he needed at immediacy.
“So, what about you? I didn’t really get to hear your answer yesterday.” Sunghoon asks.
You blinked. “Me? Well, uhm…”
A bubble of insecurity creeps into your stomach. Your mind races through a mental checklist of your own achievements, or rather, the lack thereof, especially when compared to Sunghoon’s impressive journey. While your lives have taken very drastically different paths, you can’t shake the feeling that at the end of the day, the two of you are worlds apart from each other. He’s the chairman of a highly respected company. And you? You’re just a college graduate with a bachelor’s degree in fine arts. A pursuit that feels miles away from Sunghoon’s milestones.
During the period that he was absent from your everyday life, all you managed to build was your art portfolio, which you eagerly sent to numerous galleries in a desperate bid to gain recognition as a struggling artist. Rejection letters became an all too familiar sight, each offering the same hollow praise— impressed but not interested. Those were dark times, where self-doubt loomed large.
Thankfully, your situation started to improve when you summoned the courage to step out of your comfort zone. You took to social media, opening art accounts on Instagram and Twitter, and sharing your artistic odyssey on TikTok. Yunjin, one of your closest friends and best friend since middle school, commissioned you to paint a mural inside a cafe she was working at. “I begged my boss for this to happen!” She said enthusiastically over the phone the night she asked you for the favor. Everything to you was a leap of faith, a glimmer of hope that prompted you to fully believe in the light at the end of every tunnel.
In spite of your situation turning out for the better, it was impossible to ignore the inescapable sense of solitude and loneliness that clung to you like a shadow. It followed you everywhere you went. A mental reminder that, no matter how bright life was starting to seem, you still felt trapped and not completely content with yourself.
You convey these exact thoughts and feelings to Sunghoon in a messy ramble, hoping that this unintentional therapy session you’ve turned dinner into won’t scare him off. You can only hope that you’re not ruining the evening with a sob story of another art kid struggling to make a name for themselves in a society, where choosing art as a career path is at a greater disadvantage in comparison to your stronger counterparts.
When you find yourself coming to the end of your rant, a wave of silence washes over the table, and you grab the nearest cup of water to gulp from. Ignoring the condensation that sweats around the glass and soils your palms. Your eyes look everywhere, purposefully avoiding Sunghoon and the tragic visage he’s probably giving you right about now.
“Y/n, look at me.”
You raise your head, complying to his soft demand.
“I’m proud of you,” he begins, and in that instant, a surge of emotion that has been suppressed for far too long wells up within you. “It takes a lot of courage and willpower to continue to follow a path you’re uncertain of.” The comment makes Sunghoon chuckle dryly, closely reminded of himself, shaking his head. “But look at you, you’re doing so great.”
The warmth in his voice, the sincerity in his eyes— they combine like a gentle storm, and suddenly, tears brim your eyes, begging to spill over. Your vision is splotchy and you refuse to blink, save for ruining your mascara. You weren’t planning on being an emotional wreck tonight, especially over dinner with your ex.
“I understand how hard it must have been dealing with those struggles alone, and I wish I was there by your side to help support you when it happened.” Sunghoon continues. He pauses to take in a breath before resuming, “But I’m here now… I’m not going anywhere, and if you’d let me— I want back into your life again, Y/n.”
A solitary tear breaks free, followed by another, and then another, until suddenly your eyes unleash a torrent of waterworks like a relentless downpour from a stormy sky. You hide your face in a handful of napkins you hastily grabbed, unaware that Sunghoon got up to move from his seat and slipped into the chair next to yours. His touch catches you off guard but you immediately relax as he guides you into his embrace, allowing you to hide yourself in his arms; your face tucked away in his chest. He caresses your hair, his slender fingers thread through your styled locks as he lulls you to comfort from your shaken state.
The two of you stay rooted in that position until you confidently and mentally reassure yourself that you are okay; you’re going to be okay. Your breathing has calmed down from its high and returned to a normal, healthy rate as your tears subsided and are non-existent.
No longer conscious of your makeup— a matter far from substantial to care for anymore— you wipe away the mess around your eyes. Black clumps of mascara and some concealer transfer onto the napkin. Seeing the stains garner a weak laugh to emit from you. Sunghoon cranes his neck to survey what you’ve become engrossed with. He sees the ruined makeup and laughs lightly into your hair.
You’re thankful that there aren’t many customers dining in tonight and that it’s just you, Sunghoon, and three other parties who are far too busy drinking, conversing, and laughing amongst themselves to acknowledge the young couple tucked away in the corner.
Mrs. Kim leads both you and Sunghoon out of the restaurant with a warmth akin to a grandmother bidding her grandchildren farewell, her heartfelt wish for your safe return home evident in her loving smile.
“Goodbye, Mrs. Kim. Thank you, again, for another delicious dinner.” Sunghoon bows at a 90-degree angle and the formality stirs a boisterous laugh from the frail old lady. You mimic his actions, also expressing your gratitude for the lovely meal and free dessert she served to you guys ‘on the house.’
“When you guys come back I better see a wedding ring on her finger, Sunghoon-ah.” Mrs. Kim scolds lightly. You almost choke on your own saliva at the remark, coughing awkwardly to cover up your bewilderment. Sunghoon does his best to maintain his composure for the sake of the elder’s oblivion.
“You guys disappear for two years and still no diamond in sight. I was hoping some big change happened!” She clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth, crossing her arms.
Sunghoon dips his head again in an apologetic manner. “You and Mr. Kim will be the first people we come to with a wedding invitation.”
You whack the taller’s arm giving him a what-the-fuck-are-you-talking-about look, eyebrows scrunched with perplexity. The last thing you want is to continue to feed into Mrs. Kim’s false reality that the two of you are still a couple. Who’s to say that Sunghoon isn’t actually on the same page as you and everything is just a facade? I mean, sure, he’s been flirty here and there, bought you flowers, comforted you at dinner, and practically asked you to take him back…
Your trust in Sunghoon has clearly waned, a result of your fluctuating self-confidence that leads you to confide in the pessimistic "what ifs." Your clouded judgment and self-doubt gnaw at your thoughts, casting doubt on the possibility of a reunion between the two of you.
Sunghoon ignores the daggers slicing at the left side of his face and the buzzing pain you inflicted on him from the harsh impact of your hand. His digits dig gently into your side, drawing you closer to him. You stumble ever so slightly and flash an unconvincing awkward smile to the old lady.
You situate yourselves into the driver and passenger seats of his Hyundai Ioniq. You’re quiet when you pull the seat belt over your upper half, and for the first 10 minutes, not a single word was uttered from either you or the male sitting behind the wheel. Your mind loiters as you watch the building lights illuminating the dark troposphere of Seoul whizz by at 2x speed.
You and Mr. Kim will be the first people we come to with a wedding invitation.
Yeah right… You almost roll your eyes but catch yourself prolonging the idea of a hypothetical engagement and wedding ceremony with Sunghoon as your groom.
Would he have gone down on one knee to propose to you had both of you remained lovers?
You shake the contemplation loose from your prefrontal cortex.
“Is it okay if I roll the window down?” You’re the first to break the ice. Sunghoon nods, his attention still focused on the road in front of him. Without looking, his fingers find the car’s air-con button to turn it off and he gives you the ‘go’ to proceed with your desire.
The tempered glass descends and you’re immediately greeted with the beating rush of the summertime air. You giggle and rest your arms on the weatherstrip trimming of the Hyundai, your head poking out like an excited dog who’s riding in the car with its tongue hanging from its mouth. You close your eyes, taking in the wind that messes with your hair and brushes past your skin. It’s enough to transcend you into a different headspace, almost forgetting that you’re in a moving vehicle and not on some speedboat skidding across the water in Europe.
Sunghoon looks your way, unable to suppress the natural smile that lights up his face whenever he sees you. You truly are a surge of energy he needs when he wants to uplift himself if he’s feeling down. You’re his happy pill— so much so, that he wishes he could keep a chibi version of you for him to carry in the pocket square of his suits and let you rome on the wooden surface of his office desk to help him get through the work day. It’s silly and love-sickening, but Sunghoon only knows how to act a fool with you around him.
His fingers drum against the padding of the steering wheel, waking you from your daydream. You hadn’t realized that you’ve already made it back to the city and are soon approaching your apartment complex. Your neighborhood is only a couple of turns away from your current destination as the two of you sit at a red light. You roll the window up, at least it was fun for the duration it endured.
When he pulls up on the side of the street in front of your building, you try to find some lame excuse to stay with him for another minute longer, not wanting to say goodnight to him. You’re scared that this evening will be a one-off event and you'll return to your old ways, enveloped once more in the arms of self-isolation that consumes you completely.
Your grip on the door handle tightens.
“Sunghoon,” you shift your view in his direction. “You don’t mind walking me to my front door, do you?”
The male smiles with his eyes.
“Who am I to not accompany a lady when needed.”
Sunghoon makes quick work to unbuckle himself from the driver’s seat and rounds the front of the car to open the door for you. He holds out his hand for you to take, which you generously do so, and grants him the unspoken permission to whisk you away into the levels of your residential building.
The elevator ride is a close resemblance to the trip back to your place, however, there’s a contrasting atmosphere waiting to burst like a champagne bottle and spill over. Sunghoon’s holding your hand the entire way and you don’t resist the notion.
When you approach your unit at the end of the hall, you fish for your keys that are sitting at the bottom of your bag. Sunghoon’s hand slips out of your grasp and you almost whine at the loss of his warmth and touch, but you know he’s only doing it for you to use both free hands to ultimately unlock your door. The click! of the lock coming from the other side is an indication that you can push past the door once the knob is turned.
You stand there, hesitant to enter your own home.
“I guess— this is it?” You murmur tentatively to yourself and the taller. You rock on your heels purposefully stalling time as you force both him and yourself to stare a little longer at the iron numbers detailing your front door.
You let out a rigged breath.
“Tonight was great. The longest I’ve been out of the house in a month, really.” You cringe pathetically at the confession knowing that a month ago Yunjin was the one who pulled you out of bed to get some fresh air and sunlight because you were hiding away like a vampire. "Thank you... Sunghoon, for treating me to dinner and spending the evening with me..."
He remains stoic and unusually quiet, making it challenging to decipher what he’s thinking or feeling. You wish you could enter his mind to get a glimpse of how his brain functions. You’d hate to seem pitiful for hoping that his advances from today were, if at all, genuine.
If what he said at dinner was coming from the heart.
As you contemplate what might be your last encounter with your 'the one who got away,’ Sunghoon astounds you with yet another trick up his sleeve, when he secures your wrist in his delicate grasp. Forever one step ahead of you, his lips collide with yours in a passionate fervent. The only appropriate reaction that you can give him in response is to return the kiss with just as much fervor. The strap to your purse slides off your shoulders and lands below you with a little thud thanks to Sunghoon’s antsy hands pushing it out of the way.
He cages you against the surface of the door, your back bumping into it when he forces the distance between your bodies to dissipate. Bothered by the tiny gap that prevents you from being as close as you possibly can to him. The only active barrier is now the layer of clothing he’s wearing and the tiny dress that nearly clings to your every curve. He can’t wait to impatiently rip you out of it and slip in a “I’ll buy you a new one, princess.”
Your hands find sanctuary in his soft hair. How you missed tugging at their roots when he’d go down on you in bed, on the kitchen counter, and in the shower with your one leg supporting your entire weight as Sunghoon made the other side dangle over his shoulder. Those positions are tempting, and biologically the flashbacks of your sexual activity with the male feed into the expansion of your slick that gradually soils your panties.
You squeeze your thighs together. The pressure of your inner fat is an empty feeling of pleasure that you wish Sunghoon could replace with his tongue, fingers, cock, or all three one at a time. The male notices this cry-for-help and trails his right hand down the sides of your waist. He stops at the lace hemming of the cami dress, bunching the material to provide easy access to your mid-thigh. His fingers dance on your skin, traveling upward ever so slowly in an antagonizing fashion that almost infuriates you for his teasing manner in the heat of the moment.
Sunghoon reluctantly breaks the kiss. The evidence of your already smudged matte lipstick has left a faint trace on his plump tiers. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, mouth ready to latch onto the sensitive area he knows best that will cloud every crevice of your mind with nothing but want and lust. At the end of this night, all that you will know is how to be his obedient cocksleeve like the good girl he’s conditioned you into.
The sound of someone clearing their throat on the opposite end of your apartment’s hallway is akin to a record player scratch. You’re grateful that the construction workers, or whoever built this place, designed the structure of your building to be a certain way so that the split-off point from the elevator wasn’t a simple corridor style where you could see both fire exits at each side. Instead, it was more so a wide V-shape.
In other words, no one really caught you and Sunghoon in semi-public eating one another’s faces.
You stop to share a quiet laugh with Sunghoon and ultimately enter the safe space of your flat, out of your neighbors point of view where they could have had a free, front-row seat to some juicy content. The door closes behind you, you can barely get out of your shoes and make it past the front step leading to your living room when Sunghoon’s haste to have you underneath the sheets with him in your bed has you stumbling backward. He catches you before you can register that you would have fallen onto your ass against the hardwood. His lips serve him well, contributing to the situation as a distraction that redirects your every inner thought bubble.
Sunghoon casually kicks off his shoes, adding them to the haphazard pile alongside yours— the least of his concerns at the moment.
The kiss from outside repeats itself, and this time, Sunghoon can contently resume what he intended to do had another tenant not interrupted the mood. But the voyeurism exploration kink in him would have liked either sequence of events.
His tongue traces a wet stripe up your neck, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. You dully bite down on your bottom lip, trying to stifle the whimper that is sanctioned at the back of your throat, trapped by a surge of lust and anticipation. Sunghoon’s mouth ghosts over the shell of your ear, and his hot breath tickles.
“I wanna hear you, baby.” He slurs. “Don’t be shy on me now.”
Sunghoon’s lips sheathe that sensitive spot on your neck, causing you to gasp. Your shoulders tense at the foreign feeling of his mouth on your body, and you’ve forgotten how good it was to receive a hickey. You relax under his touch when he gives the soft fat of your waist a reassuring squeeze.
His canines graze your skin while he sucks on the same patch, switching interchangeably to lap his tongue at the area when he begins to see a blossom of red and purple hues mix together, creating the prettiest bruise that would surely take more than a couple of days to fully heal. You groan when his teeth apply the right amount of force onto your flesh, leaving indents in their wake. His perverted mind relishes in the fact that only he is capable of marking you in ways that no other man could ever come close to.
He steps back to fully appreciate his canvas, that is you, and the absolute masterpiece that you are to him.
He leans in, pressing another kiss to your lips, this time with a gentler, more tender spirit, devoid of any sloppy motions. It’s delicate, a striking contrast to the heated lip-locking session the two of you were entranced with just moments ago on the other side of your apartment door. His larger palms cup your face as the pads of his thumbs caress the apples of your cheeks, making you feel loved and cared for.
Sunghoon lures your tongue into his mouth, clamping his lips around the muscle. He suckles at it, eliciting the cutest whimpers that he missed hearing from you since you’ve been gone.
“Hnngh… Hah,” you pry yourself off of him, a string of your shared saliva connects the two of your equally moist lips.
Your puffy lips shimmer in the moonlight streaming into your livingroom, as if the moon itself decided to play a starring role tonight. You squeeze his bicep, noticing that the muscle has doubled in size since you last touched it. You peer up at the taller through your eyelashes and Sunghoon has to conceal his primal instincts from fucking your throat with his raging hard-on.
Your fingers graze the fabric of his long-sleeve collar, tracing delicate patterns across the black tie donned around his neck. Something about being able to witness a man up close in a suit never failed to provoke a flood of arousal from overwhelming your erogenous zone. Specifically, Sunghoon. It’s a shame— not really— that it eventually has to come off. With a deft touch, you begin to unravel the four-in-hand knot, a testament to Sunghoon’s meticulous self-preparation. The silk unravels, revealing its intricate texture beneath your fingertips.
You assist Sunghoon in removing his suit jacket next, observing it gracefully descend to the floor. You briefly wonder why he's so nonchalant about leaving such an expensive garment on the ground, but he dismisses your concern with a wave of his hand. After all, as a chairman, he has the means and privilege to easily replace such clothing items.
You decide that it’s your turn to take the lead for once and initiate another heated session of sultry lip service. Your mouth kisses Sunghoon’s with primal hunger. Teeth clash, and you see no remorse for your hostility sponsored by pent-up sexual frustration and longing for some sort of relief that only Sunghoon can render.
In a poor attempt to unbutton the last layer of clothing that shields Sunghoon’s upper half, your fingers fumble with the small disks that are fastened by the slits. You whine frustratedly against his lips once you realize you’re not making much progress. It is incredibly hard to multitask when your tongue is being manhandled by his.
“Here, lemme do it.“ Sunghoon mutters in a low growl.
He tears open the placket just like he would to a bag of chips, and the buttons you were struggling to relieve him of pop off in ease, taunting you for your lack of efficiency at getting him out of his attire. He wriggles his arms free from the restraints of his sleeves and shrugs the apparel from the summit of his shoulders, allowing the ruined piece to join his suit jacket on the floor.
“Your turn, babe.”
He twirls you around, your back fully pressed against his front as the tent in his pants pokes at your globes. The thrill of his length nestled between your ass spurs you to grind yourself on him, a staggered exhale of his hot breath fans the curvature of your trapezius, prickling your skin. The cotton material of your underwear cultivates a sticky sensation the longer you stay trapped in it.
“S-shit baby, you’re a fucking tease.” Sunghoon grabs your chin, forcing your head to turn his way so that he can seize your lips in an inconsistent kiss. Alternatively, it’s a tongue duel of him wanting to shove the muscular organ down your throat.
“A-ahh,” You moan helplessly.
He yanks the zipper of your dress. The item peels off of your bust, exposing your bare skin and naked torso simultaneously. You have to wriggle your hips past the remaining fabric in order to fully reveal your bare figure to Sunghoon— besides your damp panties that is.
“No bra today? It’s almost like you were expecting this to happen…” Sunghoon taunts.
“N-no…” You squeak, shaking your head.
“No? Use your words baby.”
You turn to face him, your perky mounds that come into his view are a sight for sore eyes. Even in the dark and scant amount of natural lighting from the celestial object in the night sky, is Sunghoon competent at reading your flustered features. How you manage to be cute yet look so lewd all at once is beyond his comprehension.
“I-I didn’t wear a bra because I thought it’d be easier to go without one.” You mumble, telling the truth.
“That’s better,” Sunghoon coos. He pecks your cheek and you smile at the reward.
“Eeek! S-Sunghoon!” You burst into a fit of shared laughter and giggles when said name scoops you into his arms, your body cradled against his chest, as your legs dangled over his one arm while the other supports your back.
“Just practicing when we’re both walking down the aisle at our future wedding.” Sunghoon jests.
Tenderness fills your eyes when you look up at him. He’s joked about the hypothetical conception of marriage twice in the night that you’re fully convinced it wouldn’t be all that bad of an idea. Given that both of you are ready and first rekindle the status of your relationship, of course.
Sunghoon grins. There’s a gentle kindness to his pearly whites, and you reach up to press a chaste kiss to his jawline.
He relocates to your bedroom. Gently, he lays you down on the bed, your body propped up on your forearms, bearing the weight of your upper half. With an unwavering gaze, you study Sunghoon closely, every detail of his expression and every nuance of his presence.
His eyebrows knit and meet in the middle, fixated on undoing his pants to escape from their restraints, followed by his underwear soon after. His stiff member rebounds off his lower abdomen, precum leaking from the mushroom tip. A satisfied exhale leaves his mouth. He stalks over to you with a sly smirk, towering your smaller frame when he crawls on top of the bed, his knees plant themselves into the mattress and his additional weight dips the space where you lay.
You whine when his length ghosts at the expanse of your inner thigh, suspense and arousal continue to bubble inside of you. Sunghoon murmurs for you to lay back. “Make yourself comfortable,” were his initial instructions before hooking the waistband of your panties with his fingers and dragging them below your legs. The undergarment was tossed to the side.
You nibble at your bottom lip and screw your eyes shut when a slender finger circles the perimeter of your labia.
“You’re so wet babe,” Sunghoon purrs.
Your breath hitches at the back of your throat when he slides his index finger through your inner lips, gathering an abundance of your slick to bring to his mouth for a taste. Both eyes flutter open in time to witness Sunghoon suck at the digit drenched with your arousal. The sight is sinfully lewd, nearly too much for you to handle. Your face reddens and you fight the inclination to hide behind your hands.
“You taste so good, too.“ He licks at his lips. “Wanna try?” Sunghoon cocks his head to the side, and you can’t find it in you to turn down his offer when he looks so innocent— yet acts like the devil himself when he’s overcome with lust. You nod your head with approval.
His duality needs to be studied at Harvard, you think in the back of your mind.
Sunghoon plunges his index finger past your hole, triggering your back to arch an inch off the bed. He chuckles lowly and watches as your hands grab desperately at the sheets beneath you to steady your sanity. The singular digit curls inside of you. Your unforeseen shock is vocalized in the form of a moan and Sunghoon repeats the motion several times.
“O-oh my god—“ You gasp.
The ravenette withdraws his finger and taps at your mouth, signaling you to open. You submit to his implicit dictation. Your lips encase his pointer, tongue swirling around it like a piece of sweet candy you’re tasting for the first time.
You bat your eyelashes prettily and moan. “Mmmh…”
“Dirty girl,” Sunghoon sniggers. He retracts his finger and you let it slip past your mouth with a ‘pop’ sound.
“Can you please give me your cock now?” You plead with a pout, doing your best impression of an endearing set of puppy eyes.
Sunghoon chuckles. “Let me at least prep you first, baby. How long has it been since you’ve had someone’s cock inside of you, anyways?”
You part your lips but close it just as quickly. To be candid, you've never been one to actively immerse yourself in the 'I'm single' scene. Your only foray into it was with Yunjin, roughly three weeks after your split with Sunghoon. The two of you ventured to a club, but it proved to be a brief endeavor. Within two hours, the fifth shot became a catalyst, turning you into an unending fountain of tears.
“Y/n?”
“Huh? Oh. Sorry…”
“I’m sorry baby. Did I overstep your boundaries?” Sunghoon cups your face with his right hand, his eyes scan yours, sincerity and concern laced in those chocolate orbs of his.
You stifle a giggle. Of all boundaries he could have crossed he draws the line at asking for your body count and not him fingering you.
“What? What’s so funny?” He asks.
“Nothing just… I think it’s ironic you ask me that now and not before we did all of this.” You motion to your bare bodies when you say ‘this.’
Sunghoon’s ears redden.
“But don’t worry, Hoonie.” You hook your arms around his neck and pull him closer to pepper his face with several reassuring kisses. “I don’t mind it all. Now can you please fuck my brains out!”
Your ex (whatever he is to you at this point) throws his head back to share a quick laugh, shortly pressing his forehead against yours.
Without warning, he buries three fingers in your pussy; your hips twitch at the sentience. They slide in and out without strain and together the two of you watch as he finger fucks your hole to “prep” for his cock. The squelching noise of your juices fill the room in addition to your moaning, and Sunghoon confronts a hurdle of his patience wearing thin, wanting to fuck you senseless.
His digits leave your hole and you whine immediately at the loss. Sunghoon uses the mass quantity of slick as a substitute for lube to lather on his angry cock. He shuffles against the bed, forcing your legs even further apart to fit himself in between them. The stretch burns your muscles but is soon forgotten when the tip of his length is rubbing your folds, occasionally bumping your swollen clit which generates a needy whine.
Sunghoon’s face screws with ecstasy when his shaft inches past your entrance. Your walls hug his length and he whimpers at the tight muscles that suffocate his erection. You squirm under him, tensed and breathing heavily. It’s hard to relax when seven inches feel like it’s splitting you in half after a long hiatus from sex. Sunghoon notices your discomfort and stills his hips from pushing further, allowing you the necessary time to adjust.
“Sorry baby, I know it’s been a while. You can take it, right? Like the good girl you are?”
You nod. He kisses your forehead, cheek, and lips to soothe your anxiety, using his lips as a distraction to keep your mind from zoning in on his cock. He seizes the opportunity to fit the rest of his length inch-by-inch, and you feel like a virgin all over again when the burn of his cock stretching you open is almost too unbearable.
“Sshh, it’ll be alright, baby.” He wipes away a loose tear. “I’m gonna move, tell me when and if it’s too much, okay?”
“O-okay, Hoonie…”
Steadily, Sunghoon recedes his hips, cock following in suit, just enough for the tip to be the only thing that your pussy clenches on. He snaps forward, your boobs jiggle at the motion and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head when he repeatedly thrusts at a steadfast pace. The pain you were once scared of is no longer a fear you have to worry about, as pleasure is the only thing you know how to feel.
“F-faster, harder, p-please Hoon.” You fight through broken moans to let your voice be heard.
“Shit—“ He curses.
Sunghoon’s fingers dig into the plush fat of your waist while his other hand presses into the space of your bed next to the side of your head. His eyebrows knit, focused entirely on increasing the speed of his thrusts. He continues to piston fuck your pussy, abusing your hole in the utmost gratifying procedure. Your thighs jiggle each time that his balls slap against your skin. Everything reminds him of an amateur homemade video he’s seen from other couples perform on Pornhub. He’ll have to ask you some other day if you’d ever be open to filming your own tapes to watch back.
“Mmh, right there, Hoonie.” You sigh dreamily, locking your legs around his waist and linking your ankles together. “You’re fucking me so good— Aah!” A high pitch squeal slips from your vocal box when his tip probes at your G-spot.
“F-fuck,” Sunghoon leans in close, relying only on one forearm to hold himself up from crushing you with his entire weight. He hides his face in your boobs, tongue flicking at the sensitive bud that hardens in response. He persistently thrusts deeper, his cockhead pressing against your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Hnngh… Y-yes, yesyesyes!” You chant. Your fingers tangle themselves in his hair, scratching gently at his scalp and tugging whenever his mouth would suck or massage at your breasts. “You’re gonna— make me c-cum!“
Sunghoon’s unrelenting despite your warning. He can feel your walls clamping around his shaft, signaling your impending orgasm, and it taunts him to force himself deeper within your warm cavern at every jerk of his hips. Your hands fall to his biceps. Nails digging into his skin as your face distorts into extreme pleasure.
“I’m so close too, baby.” He groans. “Just.” Thrust. “A.” Thrust. “Couple.” Thrust. “M-more!”
“I’m cumming! I’m c-cumming—“ Your hips tremble with a frenzied urgency as your pussy pulsates around Sunghoon’s cock. Your mouth opens in a silent gasp and a long, impassioned moan escapes your lips. The sheer intensity of the moment leaving you incoherent and lost in ecstasy.
Sunghoon twitches inside of you. “Hah— you’re so— fuck!— s-sexy,” He grunts. Your head thrashes at the overstimulation of his length continuously pumping into you and you push at Sunghoon’s chest weakly, crying on his cock for him to slow down. You whine, whimper, plead for mercy so that your pussy can recover from the intense orgasm you just experienced not too long ago. In spite of that, he ignores your pleas and concentrates on finishing. It isn’t until white ropes of cum are shooting at your walls when his thrusts start to get sloppier and progressively come to a stop.
“Fuck.” Sunghoon exhales through gritted teeth. Both of you are a panting mess trying to catch your breaths as your chests rise and fall synchronously. The ravenette pulls out slowly and he groans when he sees his seed spill out of your hole, it closely reminds him of those hentai comics he’s read through illegal websites.
“I’ll get something to help clean you up.” Sunghoon lifts his weight from the bed but you reach for his forearm to grab him. You don’t have to say anything for him to understand that you don’t want him to leave your side. He brings a hand to yours, the pad of his thumb grazing the hills of your knuckles soothingly. “It’ll be fast, I promise.”
Not even 30 seconds has gone by when he re-enters your room with a damp cloth. He wipes at the areas where a mix of your cum and his seed litter your skin with sticky residue. He discards of the ruined cloth before joining you in bed where you welcome him with open arms. He plops down next to you and you turn to lay on your side so that you can get a proper view of his handsome face in post-sex afterglow. You reach out to gently touch his moles that adorn his features. The moles you missed seeing as the first thing in the morning when you’d wake up with him by your side. He grins lazily and cranes his neck to bring his lips to your forehead.
“Sunghoon…?” Your faces are merely inches apart from one another. Though the close proximity is not a foreign situation— especially after just having sex— you speak to him with a hushed tone.
“Yes?” He inquires.
“At the restaurant, you implied that you wanted to get back together again… Is it true? Do you really mean it?” Your lips are quivering and you mentally berate yourself for being so soft hearted in these types of scenarios where emotions are high, vulnerable, and transparency is called upon.
Sunghoon breathes shakily. “I really mean it. I miss you, Y/n.” He tucks away loose strands of hair that fall on your face. “These past two years without you have been hell. The first couple of months were so bad, I almost reconsidered being the chairman for father’s company so I could fight for us. Fight for you. I’m sorry if that part of my life got in our way as a couple, and I wish I had made more of an effort to be around you.”
You sniffle, “It wasn’t just your fault. I should’ve communicated instead of thinking I know better and that I thought what I did was for the greater good— because it wasn’t. And you’re right, the two years I spent without you were awful. I never wanna go through that again.”
Sunghoon loops an arm around your waist and guides your head to bury against his chest.
“We don’t have to.”
Morning rays gently infiltrate the room as Sunghoon stands before the full-length mirror in your shared master bedroom. His voice carries across the space as he greets his loving wife, 'Good morning, Mrs. Park,' while he meticulously adjusts his tie.
You stir in bed. The unwelcome intrusion of sunlight forces you awake despite the supposedly blackout curtains you requested when you first moved in with Sunghoon. You sigh in irritation. Dismissing the hope of another ten minutes of sleep, you push yourself upright, your arms stretching above your head, accompanied by a vibrant yawn. Sunghoon, amused by your morning ritual, chuckles softly.
“Still sleepy?” Your husband turns to face you after successfully finishing the Windsor knot of his tie. You blink away the fog of grogginess from your eyes and grin when you get a clear vision of your husband clad in his usual work uniform.
“Mmm… you’re so handsome.”
Sunghoon's face lights up with a genuine smile, touched by your kind words that always seem to set the perfect tone for his day. He approaches your side of the bed with a confident saunter and takes a seat beside you.
“Any plans for today, my lovely wife?”
You can't help but giggle at his endearing habit of calling you 'wife' and 'Mrs. Park.' It's become a sweet tradition between the two of you, a reminder of your loving bond that has grown since your wedding day. You twist your hand to observe the silver band that ornaments your ring finger. The diamond twinkles back at you in the bask of the light.
“I think Yunjin and I are getting brunch, then we’re going shopping right after, and later in the evening we’re gonna drink some wine and paint as we gossip about our husbands.”
Sunghoon laughs. “You’ve got a busy day ahead of yourself then.” He nudges your side playfully and you giggle. “Don’t forget to fit me into your schedule. Let’s go out for dinner tonight.”
“Cold noodles and ginseng chicken soup?”
“Where it all started.”
You envelop yourself in your husband's embrace, showering him with affectionate kisses. Starting from his moles and moving to both cheeks, his nose, forehead, and, ultimately, his irresistible lips, you express your love and absolute adoration for him with each tender peck.
“I love you, Mr. Park.” You murmur against his plush tiers.
His fingers delicately sweep aside the loose strands of hair obscuring your face, as he lovingly takes in every captivating feature, examining them with deep worship.
“I love you more, Mrs. Park.”
Two years ago you and Sunghoon sealed the knot in California. The ceremony took place at the Alila Ventana wedding venue, perched on a cliff along the rugged coast line of Big Sur. It offered a dramatic landscape, nestled amidst towering redwood trees, and a breathtaking view of the Pacific Ocean; the perfect picturesque backdrop for photos and videography. The outdoor spaces, gourmet dining, and coastal elegance were truly significant factors of your reception.
Sunghoon kept his promise to Mrs. Kim when the time came to send out the wedding invitations. Her excitement was beyond words as both of you entered the restaurant, radiating a newfound delight. Her gaze immediately fixated on the sparkling diamond ring on your finger— the same one she had scolded him for, which was now complete.
Come time to exchange your vows, Sunghoon's heartfelt declaration to cherish and devote himself to your love made it extremely difficult to keep your makeup in tact. Yunjin, your appointed maid of honor, had to step in to hand you tissues one after the other. The audience laughing to themselves at your showcase of emotions.
True to his words, Sunghoon carried you bridal style as he stalked down the aisle. Your families and friends cheering from their seats, their joyous applause resonating through the air. The warmth of their smiles and the happy tears in their eyes mirrored the love that enveloped you both in that moment.
Since then, life with Sunghoon after marriage was anything but dull.
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welcome to another episode of SM choosing the worst song for the title track aespa version :)) What are your thoughts?
Aenergy shouldve been the tt, every song in that album is better than whatever savage was. Even the MV was incoherent. It's horrible because if the rest of the album sucked it wouldve been okay but the B-sides are so well produced and the girls delivered it with so much charisma and power but then savage feels so disjointed but not in a good way like next level. The only good thing was the chorus and the lyrics which was rlly interesting since we got to know more about the SMCU.
I agree that the b-sides are better than the title track but savage wasn't a bad song at all imo! it's way better than sticker in every aspect and it definitely served its purpose - setting aespa apart from the rest of the pack. we are witnessing the creation of the aespa print in real time. this is how they're gonna be perceived from now on, a gg that doesn't play it safe and doesn't put out easy listening songs. they're the opposite of the cute concept that most other ggs follow
and tbh savage was the only option for a title track. it was the only one that made sense. aenergy is good but it's not tt material. it's an intro almost for the rest of the album. it's not really something that could have a lot of choreo and it's short and good but doesn't have enough personality to draw in the interest of the public.
it couldn't have been YEPPI YEPPI even though it's a great song because that's not aespa. if YEPPI YEPPI had been the tt then they would be the same as itzy or stayc or weeekly or even twice. aespa is not them so that type of song even though it's a bop it's not daring or edgy enough for them. I firmly believe that sm are betting on aespa setting the tone for the 4th gen big time. and you don't do that by fitting in with the trend, you make your own trend
and as much as I love the vocal led songs aespa are very much rap focused and lucid dream or I'll make you cry are not title tracks no matter how you spin it. they don't have the performance potential that savage, next level and black mamba have
regarding the mv, it actually makes a lot of sense when you have info on aespa and sm universe's story line 😭 it's literally a three part story where black mamba introduced them and the villain, next level showed them waking up from their synk or whatever the fuck and realize something strange is going on and that they need to defeat the black mamba and now savage shows them finding naevis which is like their ally and guide ("we love u naevis" / "that's my naevis you lead we follow") that will help them in their quest against the black mamba jfksjdkfkf. but. I digress. if you're not knowledgeable in any of this then I get how the mv would seem like a bunch of nonsense, but even without the storyline the whole video is fucking amazing, the styling the cgi the choreo 😭 sm didn't get stingy with the budget at ALL
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y(ours) — P1HARMONY!hyung line
wherein the members have become acquainted with your personal belongings. ft. non-idol!p1h hyung line x gn!reader. fluff.
a/n: it’s like almost 3am as i’m posting this while also recovering from a cold. enjoy <3
keeho
your shirt.
during the walk to your apartment an abrupt downpour of rain came crashing down on keeho, catching him by surprise. when he reached your unit and knocked on the door, you crooned at the unfortunate state that your boyfriend was in. soaking wet, cold, and shivering. you urged him to take a warm shower and tossed his clothes into the dryer for the time being.
the cycle was still ongoing when keeho hollered from the bathroom that he was finished. with no other option you opted to give him one of your oversized shirts you use to sleep in and a pair of sweatpants that originally belonged to him. how you managed to steal that is beyond his acknowledgment.
when he finally dried himself off and slipped into the articles of clothing you lent him, he bunched the material of your shirt and brought it close to his nose to sniff at it. you always had a nice scent that was a mix of vanilla with a hint of minty freshness. is this how other couple’s feel when they use their partner’s clothings?
keeho stepped into the kitchen where you finished plating both of your guys’ food.
“you look really cute!” you chirped, and he pulled you in for a warm hug.
“you smell really good…” he mumbled into your hair to which you laughed and turned the compliment back to him. commenting on how much you liked the cologne he wears occasionally.
by the time that keeho’s clothes finished drying right after cleaning up the table from dinner, he refused to give back your shirt and declared he would “live in it” until your smell wore off. you weren’t one to oppose, secretly finding it adorable that your boyfriend reminded you quite literally of yourself whenever you’d rummage through his closet for a hoodie or two to melt in.
theo
your tote bag.
more often than not— actually, scratch that. theo always makes you carry his belongings in your tote bag wherever you guys go. sure, you’ve gotten used to it but sometimes you sneak in a little sarcastic eye roll when he asks you to “hold onto his things” (not without giving you a guilty smile of course).
the beach? he’ll find a way to stuff his towel in with yours, only contributing more to the bulkiness of your bag.
the mall? his wallet, lip balm (that he actually stole from you), sunglasses, and other personal trinkets get mixed with yours.
when it’s too hot out? his jacket will find its way into the safe haven of your tote bag.
in the end, you don’t mind carrying his things in addition to your stuff; it’s the least you can do as his partner without making a big fuss over something that isn’t trivial. besides, theo’s a great help when he notices that he may have overloaded your bag with his possessions, and is more than willing to take it off your shoulders to let it dangle on his own.
“it’s only fair that i do this, too.” he once said, as the two of you walked hand-in-hand together, enjoying a brief stroll in the park after getting brunch with a couple of other friends. you giggled, surveying the way he so naturally held onto the straps of your tote bag with his free hand.
little did he know that you were planning on buying one of his own, although, he might just end up leaving that at home and still relying on you as his carrier.
jiung
your jewelry.
jiung is a big fan of your accessories and constantly finds himself digging through your jewelry dish and organizers for some bling to spice up his outfit.
this new habit of his happened one day when he noticed the vintage vivienne westwood necklace looped around your neck. the signature pendant caught his eye, he was quick to compliment the piece of jewelry and said that it looked “really nice.” there was some kind of hinting notion in his voice that egged you on. with a knowing grin, you let jiung have a go at trying it on to see how it looked on him. needless to say, you’re pretty sure he’s worn that very necklace more than you have.
and that’s how his obsession with your collection of silver and gold pieces spurred.
over time, you began to collect more jewelry. purely for you and jiung to share— but mainly for your boyfriend. whenever you’d do your daily online window shopping or in-person window shopping, you would always have jiung’s taste in the front of your mind when considering what to buy next. a lot of what he liked overlapped with you, so things worked out perfectly with every new purchase.
when you came home sporting a pair of earrings he’s never seen you wear before today, jiung rushed to your side to examine it.
“actually, i got one for you too.” you said, revealing his own set. not missing the twinkle in his eyes and big smile.
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5:10 PM — S. JAEYUN
ft. nonidol!jake x gn!reader genre! one-shot fluff
it’s a lazy saturday afternoon. the sun is out though it contrasts with the low 20 degree weather outside. jake left the apartment about two and a half hours ago to meet up with some friends from high school amidst their trip to korea.
within those two hours you managed to boil milk for a steaming cup of hot chocolate; topped with small marshmallows, and searched the storage closet for christmas decorations to set up around the flat. it was an unspoken tradition for you and jake to assemble the tree together on the first of december, so you decided to wait for him to come back after he had his fun with his buddies.
in the meantime, you strung up some lights, hung a reef outside your front door, and topped each possible surface with christmas figurines or stuffed plushies. when that was finished, you climbed onto the couch with a large blanket to cover the bottom half of your torso and an unfinished book to occupy your thoughts.
five pages into your reading you hear the lock of the front door being tampered with from the other side. it’s about time your lover came home, you were starting to miss him even if only 3 hours had elapsed. jake finally pushes open the door with an exhausted sigh and kicks his shoes off while immediately stripping out of the padded jacket that swallows his entire frame. his face lights up when he notices your figure in the living room cozied up and looking effortlessly adorable.
the brunette makes a beeline towards your direction and is quick to press a chaste kiss to your temple. “sorry it took so long with the guys.” he sighs.
you lean into his touch and place the paperback covered book aside to give your boyfriend your full attention. “not a problem at all, jakey” your nimble fingers pat the empty space next to you as an invite for your boyfriend to join you under the blanket. jake accepts your implicit invitation and does his best to snuggle close to your side. “how was it?”
he hums to himself in thought, finding the words to describe his recent outing with friends he’s still in contact with to this day. “it was fun— a lot of it was just catching up with each other and eating. we played some soccer but not for long because it was way too cold.”
“i bet, it’s like 23 degrees right now, babe.” you pout, feeling sympathetic knowing how much your boyfriend loathes the bitter cold.
“that’s what i was saying! everyone seemed fine like it was normal to be playing soccer in this weather.” jake’s eyebrows furrow and you laugh softly at his disturbed expression.
“at least you’re here now, all comfy and warm.”
jake nods and pecks your lips with a faint smile. “can we cuddle? i need more of your body warmth…”
you comply to his needs and the two of you shuffle against the couch to make yourselves comfortable. jake lays on his side and you mirror his actions now face-to-face with the handsome boy you get to call ‘mine.’ the taller tangles his legs with yours, cooing at how warm and comfortable it feels to finally be under the blanket with you. he kisses the crown of your head, running his frosty fingers through your hair before rubbing circles on the small of your back. everything about this was affectionately tooth-rotting and domestic in the best way possible; you’re more than grateful that it’s jake who you get to share these moments with.
you crane your neck to peck at his lips and curl in closer to jake’s frame. little to no space separates your bodies, just the way he likes it when the two of you cuddle with each other.
about an hour passes when you realize that you’ve fallen asleep on the couch. you blink to adjust for the grogginess. it’s nearly dark out now that the apartment is no longer lit of the natural lighting from the sun, meaning nightfall will soon occur within several minutes notice.
cautiously you sit up to reach for your phone on the coffee table to check the time. 5:10 PM. you rub away the sleep from your eyes as a yawn escapes your system. as much as you would like to resume your nap, dinner doesn’t cook itself and you’re still not sure what tonight’s menu will be. you may even need to go out to buy ingredients.
your thoughts are interrupted when a husky voice calls your name from where they lay. “y/n?”
“i’m here, ikeu.” you pet his hair. said nickname stirs around and lazily looks at you with one eye open.
“come back, it’s cold…” he mumbles. half of his face squished into the pillow. his disheveled hair fairly tamed.
“i have to cook dinner and i’m still not sure what i should make.” you explain.
“you already did so much today. don’t think i haven’t noticed the christmas decorations,” you blush at the comment. jake has always been observant even if he doesn’t vocally portray it. “we’ll order takeout, my treat, hm?”
takeout doesn’t sound too bad actually.
“fine, we can do that.”
jake pulls on your arm and holds you close against his chest, the action almost throwing you off. he tugs the blanket over your shoulders and lazily kisses at your lips with sleep still evident in his current state. “i love you.”
you return the kiss with droopy eyes. “i love you most.”
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hi! can you do a reaction where p1harmony (hyung line or all members whatever you want!) get jealous thank you!! 💟
when he’s jealous — P1HARMONY!hyung line
what are the boys like when they’re jealous? ft. hyung line!p1harmony x gn!reader genre! jealousy, fluff w/c! 1435
a/n: hi anon, thank you so much for requesting this! i hope it’s to your liking, and i’m sorry for the wait. i was a little stumped at first and kept making edits to my writing so this is the result of that :) maknae line will be coming up soon be on the look out for that and enjoy!
keeho
keeho loved having a workout buddy to accompany him especially when it was his significant other. so when you approached him several weeks ago to inform him that you wanted to take your fitness journey more seriously, keeho was more than willing to take you under his wing and guide you through your workouts. in that time, you quickly grew accustomed to gym culture and developed your own routine to follow.
on the days that the two of you were training, you’d show up to the gym in matching fits. everything was domestically cute that would surely have you biting your first if you were single and didn’t have keeho by your side to experience all of this together. nevertheless, everything thus far has helped you to progressively mend your relationship with your body and healthy habits.
it was arm day, for keeho at least. you, on the other hand, were preoccupied with the last set of squats to end another successful leg day. keeho intently watched you in the reflection of the mirror as he maxed out on the reps of bicep curls. his eyes never leaving your form whenever you would sink down into a squat position and pause for a couple of seconds before coming back up. you repeated this action nine more times and each time keeho stared.
when you completed your last rep and placed the bar back on the rack, a stranger was quick to approach you with a sly smile that keeho wanted to slap right off his face. you were startled at first, expecting it to be none other than your boyfriend to give you celebratory butt pats. to your dismay it was some random guy that wasn’t keeho and could never come close in line to your boyfriend even if they tried.
he was nice— to say the least— and complimented your form, thoroughly impressed at the amount of plates that you could squat. you weren’t sure if it was backhanded or coming from a place of genuine, but you could only smile and nod.
when he raised his hand for you to hi-five him you were hesitant to do so, and instead opted to give him a fist bump. forced laughter spilled past your lips.
keeho recognized your uncomfortable demeanor and was quick to set the dumbbells back in their previous spot. with long strides, he approached you from behind and slid his arms around your torso, his chin resting on your shoulder with a deadpan expression. keeho didn’t miss the way the guy’s face fell and a victorious smirk found its way on keeho’s lips when the stranger so easily got the message that you were indeed taken. they left soon after, not without giving you a dry “alright, see ya,” and walking away shamefully. you sighed, relieved that the uncomfortable interaction ended.
keeho’s embrace on you tightened and he briefly squeezed your figure in a possessive manner. he pressed a lazy kiss onto your neck and your breath hitched in your throat. “i just knew that idiot wouldn’t leave you alone unless i did something.” your boyfriend audibly huffed in annoyance and grumbled under his breath. something along the lines of needing to find a more private gym that wasn’t as public as the current one you both frequently visit, because he doesn’t need any more guys developing a gym crush on you.
theo
you see, most professors would assign groups or allow individuals to work by themselves when it comes to projects. not pair people one-on-one. at least that’s what theo thinks. like, c’mon, it’s almost ridiculous.
“it is not,” you rolled your eyes and continued to type on the shared document between you and your partner. the soft tapping of your fingers dancing along the keys overlapping with the other white noises in the small coffee shop.
the two— sorry, three— of you were sharing a table in the corner of a cafe that a lot of other uni students frequented to. you, being one of them. almost all of the employees know you by now that they have your regular order memorized. it’s almost flattering but a little embarrassing given the fact that you’re always here due to school related purposes. today was one of those days. the only difference being out of the ordinary was that you were here to collaborate with your partner for the upcoming deadline of your project. and of course theo was here too for who knows why.
he bumped into you when your last class for the afternoon finished and has since then invited himself into your plans for the remainder of the day.
“sorry that took so long,” a masculine voice interrupts your thoughts and you look up to see hyunsuk carrying both of your drinks. the tallest of the trio slid into the chair next to yours and gently placed your drink near your laptop. you thanked hyunsuk and proceeded to update him about your recent findings on the topic of your assignment.
theo surveyed you from across the table with a sour expression. it was so obvious you were smitten, downbad horrendous, and whipped for this hyunsuk guy. hell, you literally have hearts in your eyes whenever you look at him. he watches intensely at the way hyunsuk leans in close whenever you show him something on your laptop, the way he pats your head and praises you for doing the bare minimum, and how he gives you that look that screams he’s just as interested in you as you are to him.
the scowl on theo’s face deepens and he crosses his arms, grunting under his breath and almost kicking hyunsuk in the shin. (curse his stupid long legs and 6 foot height).
theo weighs out his options: leave so that he no longer has to feel like a thirdwheel, or suck it up for the next two hours and stay to make sure that the flirty tension between you and hyunsuk doesn’t escalate any further. your giggling diverts theo’s attention and the wrinkles etched in his skin intensify even further. this was going to be a long two hours.
jiung
you and jiung shared a lot of mutual friends. reason being that the two of you attended high school together and were associated with the same group of people throughout those four years. there was one person in particular whom you were the closest with, and although much of your other friends may have placed a bet that you would end up dating each other, the outcome was shocking.
you and jiung started dating three months ago, and it was your idea to softlaunch the status of your relationship with him on instagram.
let’s just say, that day the group chat exploded and your notifications could not be put to rest.
jiung is not the type to get jealous easily nor showcase negative emotions around you. not because he doesn’t want to, but because as a virgo man he rather not put it on for display. you’re almost thankful for that part of his nature yet sometimes you wish you could also see the ‘bad’ parts to him.
everyone was gathered in yunjin’s living room after stuffing their faces with homestyle kbbq for dinner. jiung excused himself to use the bathroom and you were left to your own devices to talk with intak. he was showing you another one of his songs he wrote with a friend and you awed at the lyrical composition. by the time jiung finished his business in the bathroom and came back, you were too distracted browsing through intak’s notes of finished and unfinished songs to notice your boyfriend’s presence.
the blonde bit his lip, not wanting to disturb your peace and quietly sat there. five minutes passed and you were still too entranced with intak’s talent for songwriting that jiung decided to do something. he grabbed your hand to hold in his and you perked up at the familiar slim fingers entwining with yours. “hi babe!” you chirped. intak left your side to be the first in line for dessert leaving just you and jiung on the loveseat.
jiung was quiet at first and refused to speak but the pad of his thumb rubbing soothing circles onto your skin signaled he was listening to you. you look at him with curiosity and his eyes meet yours. “are you jelly?” you tease, poking his side and he frowns just a little. “no,” jiung grumbles. you hug his arm and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, snuggling closer to his side with a guilty smile.
tl;dr: keeho is the passive-aggressive type when he sees someone try to flirt with you. he’ll usually do some sort of pda that may be slightly out of character for him but his actions are sweet and hard to resist. theo is very much pouty and non-confrontational, he will keep to himself when jealous and tries to endure the torture of you with someone else. jiung is similar to theo but his facial expressions do all the talking for him, he tends to act distant in the face of jealousy but it never lasts long anyways.
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you accidentally text him — P1HARMONY
what happens when you mistaken him as your best friend over text? ft. ot6 p1harmony x gn!reader genre! slice of life, honest mistakes
a/n: y/f’s/n = your friend’s name
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stressed out! — ATEEZ
how do the members react when you’re stressed about school? ft. non-idol!ateez x gn!reader
a/n: originally wrote this a while back ago and decided to revamp my writing a bit to publish it. this was the result of such! enjoy <3
hongjoong
“i’ll finish up soon and join you in bed after i’m done.”
was what you said 2 hours ago over text to your boyfriend. the digital clock being the only source of light in the darkened bedroom now reads 12am. hongjoong spent those past two hours on his phone mindlessly scrolling through tiktok, occasionally laughing aloud to himself and sending posts that he felt was worth sharing with you; some which resonated with your relationship while most of them were for shits and giggles.
when he turned around in bed to find a more comfortable position to lay on his right side, the blonde finally came to the realization that something– someone– was still missing and had yet to fulfill their promise.
hongjoong tossed the covers off of him, despite wanting to continue to lay in bed, and wandered down the hallway of his apartment. the lights in above the dining table dimly lit the rest of the house.
as he turned the corner in search of his partner he found your figure hunched over with your head in your heads. when the taller approached you from behind he noticed that your school textbook was sprawled opened along with pens, highlighters, and stray folder papers that were scratched up with notes that he wouldn't understand to his knowledge.
hongjoong looked over your shoulder and observed that there were wet stains on your papers coming from none other than your own tears. your boyfriend frowned, upset with himself for how unaware he was with the fact that you were overwhelmed with school work. he scooped you up into his arms and engulfed you in one of his warm hugs that always felt like home to you. hongjoong stroked your hair as you buried your face into his chest trying so hard to hold yourself back from breaking down.
“let’s go to sleep, babe.... you need to rest and take care of yourself.”
seonghwa
“argh this is so fucking annoying!”
your complaining and excessive cursing meeting no end any time soon. in fact it started ever since you began your assignment and won't stop as long as you continue to struggle to do your work.
it was the weekend and what better way than to spend both saturday and sunday studying and doing assignments which are all due at the same time. to be fair you usually like to pace yourself and get things done ahead of time, but your hectic schedule has been biting you in the ass recently that it makes it almost impossible to pay attention to your homework. hence, why you're now stuck doing just that by sacrificing your free time for school.
seonghwa left home not too long ago to run a few errands leaving you by yourself and the freedom to explicitly express your current mental state. part of you wondered what kept him out so late (in actuality it's only been 30 minutes) while the other half of you was internally screaming about price variances in economics of accounting.
another 30 minutes rolled by, you were so engrossed with your laptop in front of you and the ‘tac-tac-ing’ sound of the keys under your fingers that you tuned out any outside distractions and noise. because of this you hardly noticed the beeping of the apartment’s keypad along with the following ‘click!’ sound from the doorknob being fumbled up.
seonghwa walked in with a plastic bag filled with your favorite junk foods from the convenience store, an already eaten melona bar stick dangling between his lips. he rounded the corner to your room, forcing your laptop to close in on itself as he placed the bag of snacks on top of it, pulling your attention to him and out of a trance from working. “take a break from swearing so much and eat this. you’ve had a rough weekend so far.” he grinned lovingly and kissed the top of your head.
yunho
it was yours and yunho's special 3 year anniversary mark, to which your golden retriever boyfriend had the perfect date night planned ahead of you guys.
first, a grand bouquet of your favorite flowers to greet you with and a small card that read a poem he wrote by himself (including hongjoong's lyrical experience for aid). second, surprise dinner at a luxurious sushi restaurant you've only once told him about but dismissed the thought of attempting to make reservations for because you deemed it was too expensive. it already had a four star rating– you'd be spending your rent on an exquisite japanese cuisine experience. third, a nice walk along han river; basic and every couple's go-to, but a korean classic among couples that never grows old no matter how many times you visit the area.
finally, to end things off he'd bring you back home for a rose petal bath with scented candles and steamy, hot s–
"i'm really sorry babe, but my paper is due tonight and i haven't met the page count yet..." a deep frown tugged at the corner of your lips, you feel awful being the reason you won't be able to celebrate a milestone of your relationship on the day of.
yunho's face softens upon seeing your glossy eyes. he's known that in these past couple of weeks you've been overwhelmed and increasingly burnt out from school, no free time to yourself, no days off, constantly doing homework or attending to other school related matters. so instead of his extravagant date night yunho think it'd be better if he stays by your side to help get you through your 10 page essay. safe to say, you finished with an hour to spare and the two of you used it to your hearts content.
yeosang
usually you and yeosang like to start the day by exchanging greetings. whether it's a "hi babe" or "good morning" (even if it's past a.m), it's an unspoken routine that both of you have gotten used to in your relationship.
however, today was a rare occasion when it did not happen. yeosang isn't one to panic unless he really needs to. he initially thought to himself that you were still sleeping in [extremely] later than most moments. but when the time on his phone struck 4 p.m, he began to worry.
you weren’t replying to any of his texts nor returning his missed calls, and anxiety began to chew away at his imagination. the group was preparing for their next comeback and throughout the entirety of dance practice yeosang would stumble, miss a beat; be off count by a nanosecond, or forget what step was next. luckily his teammates were patient with him, all of whom shared looks with each other as if something was off.
during their ten minute break the other members grouped up and agreed it was odd and unusual behavior coming from yeosang. they knew he’d never do such things on purpose but it was evident that his mind stray elsewhere, that something was bugging him. yeosang was excused to go home early with the assistance of his members covering for him by informing the manager that he was ‘sick’ and ‘felt dizzy.’
when yeosang managed to reach your place he fumbled with the spare key in his hand to get the front door to unlock as fast as he could. when he finally managed to push it open he searched the apartment in hopes to find you. the journey didn't last long because to his dismay he found you on the couch, laptop dead, notes scattered on the coffee table, along with your glasses merely falling off the bridge of your nose.
yeosang let out a sigh of relief and brought you to your shared bedroom, tucking you in and fluffing the pillow for your full comfort. “you really need to stop pulling all nighters.”
san
being best friends who live in walking distance to each other? yay! being best friends who go to different schools? not so yay. the complete opposite of yay.
you got lucky meeting san and quickly becoming good friends through middle school all the way up to today. you've always adorned the fact that you get to share half of your life with someone as significant as him. especially through hardships.
the school year just started and you're two months in to the semester, but with both of your schedule’s keeping the two of you apart it was difficult to arrange plans in order to meet up with each other. your only free time this week just so happened to be today and as much as you wanted to go out to eat lunch with your best friend, you were caught up in your apartment handling your own matters.
days of procrastination has caught up to bite you in the ass, and you swore to yourself for not taking your education seriously by allowing yourself to develop such lousy behavior as a student. you groaned and threw your head back, hitting it against the frame of the chair, whining in pain, and rubbing at the sore spot. which only added more to the built up frustration inside of you because you chose to wait last minute to do your assignment. you stared at your laptop, already feeling another eye strain of a headache creep along.
the sound of a knock at your door had you silently thanking whoever it could be on the other side, giving you the perfect excuse to take a break from your homework so you can tend to a guest. you stood up from your desk and checked the peephole before opening the door.
“choi san, what on earth are you doing here?” he brushed past you and entered your flat without an answer, clasping his hands together as if he were anticipating something.
“okay, now, what homework do you need help with? let’s get it finished so i can spend time with the best person in the whole wide world.”
mingi
“ugh! this is so annoying mingi, i don’t get it at all!” you whined, pouting your lips, you sunk into your seat, flinging your pencil onto the table and watching it ricochet off the surface. the writing apparatus fell onto the ground with a soft clatter. luckily no one else in the library seemed to mind your behavior, with the exception of the tall male sitting across of you.
mingi rolled his eyes and let out an exhausted sigh. you had an upcoming test for one of your more challenging classes and the past three chapters were specifically hard to comprehend.
it doesn't help when your professor speaks in monotone, bores you to sleep during lecture, and that his only solution to every question a student asks is to "refer to the textbook of the chapter." you being one of those students. you've reached out to your teaching assistant but you couldn't handle the awkwardness of being the only person who seemed to be struggling, so you pulled mingi along with you to (try) and teach the material to yourself.
if you were bound to suffer why not have someone join you throughout that suffering?
mingi has been patient with you, for the most part, trying to teach you what he could understand from the text despite not ever taking this class before. thank god he doesn't need to, seeing the way you can't even manage.
“you really weren’t kidding when you said you’re stupid.” he clicked his tongue.
you shot up in your awfully stiff chair and whacked his bicep. “do you wanna die? i need your help can you just be a supportive friend instead of insulting me?” you crossed your arms and made a face at him. mingi chuckled playfully and stood up from his seat, stretching his arms while yawning.
“let’s just take a break for now and get some ice cream. my treat.” he simply said, while packing up his things and stuffing them in his backpack before walking off without you.
“w-wait!” you gathered your belongings in a hurry and rushed after him to catch up to his side. curse his long strides and incredibly tall figure. you linked your arm with mingi's and continued to walk out the library; unaccomplished but at least you get to eat ice cream.
wooyoung
if there's one thing you hate more than people, it's group projects. working with others. especially when it's school related. okay– maybe you're being a little dramatic. it's not that you hate people or collaborating with others, you hate the idea that they won't put in the same effort to get their end of the job done.
because that's exactly what's happening to you right now.
it's a small project, nothing too rigorous nor extremely daunting to work through, but for some reason your group mates must think otherwise. times like this are when you decide to step up by being the unassigned leader and reaching out to your team in the group chat to remind them to do their part of the project. it's simple, really. just research the section you chose and create a powerpoint slide according to your findings.
a frustrated sigh slips past your lips, fingers running through your hair in agitation.
"what's up babe?" your boyfriend slides into bed next to you and rests his chin on your shoulder. you feel yourself relax, grateful to have someone like wooyoung to ease your tension.
"just... my annoying group not contributing to the project." wooyoung made a face, already sharing the same irritation as you just by that sentence.
"i'll give them a piece of my mind if they don't start doing their part of the work!" you laugh at your boyfriend's attempt to lift your spirits up; and it works. "i might not be much of help, but is there anything i can do?" wooyoung leans over to read the content displayed on your laptop, most of the words going over his head. it's quite apparent on his face the way his eyebrows knit together in confusion about your project. to be honest, none of it really makes sense to you either, but sometimes college is all about faking it till you make it; at least that's one thing you've learned.
you giggle and reassure him that you'll be fine, as much as you appreciate his efforts to lessen your stress, this is something you'll eventually get over in the end.
jongho
being a broke college student and part-time employee doesn't seem to mix well during troubling, desperate times. for the past week you’ve been closing up shop at the local cafe you work at nearest to your apartment, and staying up late to finish assignments or study for upcoming exams.
no one really knew that you'd extend your stay at work and keep to yourself in the corner at a table, until one late evening a fellow coworker of yours just so happened to pass by the cafe. alarmed that the lights were still on, they were ready to send a lengthy text in the employee group chat about preserving energy because of the electricity bill. but to their surprise when they saw you knocked out with your cheek pressed against the pages of your textbook, they sighed in relief that no one left the lights on accidentally and that it was just you.
they woke you up gently and sent you home, promising that they'll lock up the cafe after you. after that incident, word had gotten around that you've been spending over-time after your shifts, juggling school and work all at once.
it was thirty minutes past eleven and everyone had left to go home, bidding their goodbyes and expressing their sorrow they felt for you. you let out a shaky sigh and sat behind the counter to resume your essay… an hour passed and you decided to finally call it a night. you hung up your apron in the employee’s room on the hook, stored your supplies in your bag, and double-checked that all things were in place.
the jingling of the small bell tied to the door’s handle rung and you froze in your tracks. grabbing the nearest item you could use as a weapon, you held it out in front of you, fearful of who it may be at this ungodly hour.
“AH!” you screamed flailing the coffee decanter in the air.
“WOAH WOAH, Y/N STOP IT’S ME, JONGHO!” the said male yelled, backing up into the door and raising his hands in front of his face.
“j-jongho?” you cleared your throat and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “what- what are you doing here?” you asked.
“i was gonna check up on you because you weren't answering your texts, so i came down here to see you for myself.”
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songs that remind him of you — P1HARMONY
what song do the boys associate you with? ft. ot6 p1harmony x gn!reader
keeho
more than enough by alina baraz
alina’s discography is perfect for setting the mood in the bedroom or to simply chill and relax to when it’s a ‘slow jams’ type of day. the lyrics to more than enough speak to both you and keeho, hence why he feels that this song is so fitting for the two of you. something about the lyrics are seductive yet reassuring in a way that keeho can’t quite explain it himself. (i bet he’d add this to your guys makeout playlist).
theo
irene by jimmy brown
i feel like theo is such a sucker for ballads or just soft, indie tracks in general. it especially helps when jimmy brown is a perfect example of an artist who can do just that. theo probably stumbled upon this song due to spotify’s recommendations based on the music he listens to and decided to give it a shot. he immediately fell in love with the song— the melody, the lyrics, the instruments, everything about it reminded him of only one person that was always on his mind 24/7 365. you. to theo, you’re his irene.
jiung
i like you (a happier song) by post malone ft. doja cat
as a posty fan, there’s no way jiung could refuse himself from dedicating this song to you. the track has a slight pop influence and r&b style to it which makes it hard not to find it catchy. it’s a feel-good vibe that jiung enjoys when he listens to music. the lyrics tell of a possible love relationship between man and woman, and if jiung weren’t already dating you he would most definitely send you a link to this song over text with the intent of indirectly confessing his feelings for you. (i just know he’d try something like that).
intak
sundress by a$ap rocky
a psychedelic rock and pop rap piece by asap rocky. this song screams “intak would love this.” it just seems like something he’d be in to. the track itself is sampled by tame impala but i think that with rocky’s contributed twist to impala’s earlier production in 2010 is what makes it appealing for intak to enjoy. there’s no specific lovey-dovey explanation as to why intak would choose this song if he were asked what reminds him of you. to him, his best interest is picking out things that he and you can vibe to together.
soul
come through and chill by miguel ft. j cole and salaam remi
from what i’ve gathered, soul is another r&b admirer when it comes to his taste and preferences in music. come through and chill would undoubtedly pique soul’s interest; it’s unique and unlike most songs he’s used to listening to in his free time. soul would usually play this whenever he’s hanging out with you. there’s just something about the simplicity of soaking in each other’s presence while doing nothing without a care in the world.
jongseob
inside by junny
if jongseob is a penomeco stan, then he’d absolutely get a kick out of junny. the two are relatively similar but different in terms of their style of music. while penomeco is very much khh, junny is on the softer side of r&b/soul which brings out the soft side in jongseob. inside is the perfect track for the two of you and jongseob would have it playing on loop for hours; never growing tired of a song that makes him think of you.
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when he’s jealous — P1HARMONY!maknae line
what are the maknae’s like when they’re jealous? ft. maknae line!p1harmony x gn!reader genre! jealousy, fluff w/c! 1302
a/n: sorry this took sooo long! way overdue :( in the midst of a burnout from summer courses i’ve also been stressing about going back to college for my second year. i kind of rushed jongseob’s and idk if you would consider soul’s as a ‘jealousy’ thing. this is the best i could do for now >_<
intak
both you and intak started off as individualists on social media filming choreography videos of yourselves. from kpop covers to tiktok challenges to freestyles, you name it. now, the two of you were dancing together after being scouted and auditioning for a local dance crew in your area. joining a team was the least of your expectations. for a while you were convinced that you’d have to continue your hobby as a soloist, but becoming a part of a second family was beyond your thinking.
it was another long day of filming. you sat on the edge of the sidewalk downing a bottle of water and wiping at the sweat gathering on your forehead.
“here, use this instead. it’s clean,” you looked up to see intak with his arm outstretched offering you a fresh towel. you thanked him with a shy smile and dabbed at your skin, sighing softly. intak sat next to you, mirroring your expression and taking a swig of water from his own bottle.
“you did good today. well, i mean like, you always dance… good.” he rubbed the nape of his neck awkwardly, mentally cursing himself for probably looking stupid just trying to spark a casual convo.
you giggled, “thank you, you did really good today as well.”
a beat of silence passes. intak purses his lips in a thin line while racking through his brain to think of something to say. just as he’s about to open his mouth someone has already beaten him to it.
“hey,” neither you nor intak recognizes this person and to say you’re caught off guard would be an understatement. “i saw you dancing and just wanted to say you’re like really cute.” the stranger has you blushing at the compliment. it doesn’t sit well with intak. he grits his teeth, subconsciously clenching his jaw to bite back from intervening.
“i hope this isn’t weird and i’ll totally respect your privacy but i was wondering if…” they look off to the side. intak’s eyes narrow at their nervous demeanor. “could i get your num—“
the brunette pushes himself off the curb of the sidewalk and without thinking— as if his mind completely went on autopilot— intak grabs your wrist. pulling you to your feet while almost stumbling into his arms. “sorry we gotta go record one more take for the video.” before you could even think to retort or apologize to the person, you’re being dragged behind intak with his back faced to you.
your cheeks are burning once again, this time for a completely different reason— and it’s not because of the stranger from before.
soul
joining school clubs were never your forte, but when your best friend forced you to sign up for one so she “wouldn’t be alone,” you had no other choice but to comply and simply go along with her pleas. knowing her, she’d never let you hear the end of it unless she successfully got her way; spoiled as always.
what you didn’t expect was the mandatory participation for every club meeting or event that was organized. along with the after school hour meetings that everyone had to attend.
it was thirty minutes past five. you’ve been on campus since eight in the morning and now you’re currently stuck having to help the club prepare signs for the festival tomorrow. your friend left an hour ago for a family dinner. since then you’ve been painting letters on poster boards with riki and shota as the faint sound of music playing from the speaker fills the quiet void of the classroom.
“ah shoot,” you curse out a string of profanities under your breath. riki looks up from the corner of his poorly done paint strokes in an attempt to ‘design’ the poster. a splash of blue from who knows where and who knows how it got there creates a stain on your skirt. in the most obvious spot, may i add.
you audibly groan and this time shota’s eyes are focused on you too. he immediately recognizes the new dash of color on your school uniform, confirming that the stain is indeed evident. “i literally just bought this skirt recently and now there’s paint on it.”
“here,” riki grabs a nearby paper towel and in an attempt tries to help you wipe away most of the paint. to both his and your dismay, it only worsens the stain, seeping further into the material of your skirt. “ah— i’m so sorry y/n!”
“it’s o-okay,” you chuckle nervously.
shota rummages through his bag to find his handkerchief and leaves quietly as the two of you hastily tend to the paint on your skirt. he runs the cloth under water, ringing it out to a damp level, and returns to the corner of the classroom. he kneels next to you, dabbing at the stain. a dark, wet spot accumulates on your skirt and shota uses a dry paper towel to blot the water the best that he can.
it works, just a tiny bit, better than what riki could come up with and erased most of the disaster. “oh my god, thanks sho-chan.” you sigh in relief. hopefully the washing machine back home can take care of the rest.
shota nods and smiles softly to himself knowing that he was of help… unlike some people.
jongseob
it’s lunchtime when jongseob visits your class. you’re sitting next to the window at your desk eating the food your mom packed while listening to seventeen’s discography. jongseob taps your shoulder, startling you in the process of doing so and you flinch ever so slightly. the red head smiles with a mischievous grin at your reaction.
you roll your eyes and pull out the right side of your earbuds. “what’s up? did you eat already?”
jongseob tugs the chair nearest to him in arm’s length and drags it next to your side, making himself comfortable on the stiff wooden seat. “yup, already ate lunch for the day.” you nod, signaling that you were listening and continue to eat.
the all-too-familiar intro to rock with you begins playing. tempted by the catchy melody of the song you subconsciously hum to yourself while bobbing your head along to the beat.
“whacha listening to?” jongseob reaches for your phone and you almost scream at him not to when his hand comes into view. he looks at you confused when you snatch it away from him. “why can’t i see?” he pouts.
you shake your head furiously, cheeks filled with rice as you furrow your eyebrows. you swallow the food stored in your mouth and reply to jongseob’s question with a dry answer. “because,”
“because what? you got something embarrassing on there?”
you try to mask the guilt on your face to his question. it’s not that it’s embarrassing per se, but you rather not have someone other than you to look at your phone. specifically your lockscreen. a picture of your bias to be precise. a picture that may or not have been edited that you photoshopped yourself into to make it look like you were in the photo with said bias.
“i bet it’s not that bad—“ jongseob extends his arm to grab your phone. when you attempt to hold him back your pair of chopsticks go flying onto the ground, clattering due to the metal material, and you’re practically scrambling to pick up your utensils. by the time you slide back into your seat with fuming cheeks you look to jongseob for a reaction.
his expression is unreadable that it spikes your anxiety. what could he be possibly thinking?
the red head snickers and you turn to him with a quirked eyebrow. “what? what is it?”
“nothing,” jongseob sets your phone back in its previous spot and lets out a bitter laugh. “i just think we could recreate that picture much better than your silly little edit.”
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hello! i was wondering if you could do some sort of jiung fluff. maybe something where he or reader is clingy idk 😭😭
1:25 PM — C. JIUNG
ft. jiung (p1harmony) x gn!reader
a/n: this is shorter than what i usually write but i wanted to take a stab at a timestamp fic; something cute but effective and fluffy. thank you for the request anon, i hope you enjoy! <3
“jiung it’s time to get up, we’ve been in bed all morning and half our day has already been wasted.”
you attempt to pry yourself out of jiung’s grasp but the blonde doesn’t budge and only tightens his embrace around your torso when you show signs of wriggling to escape. his muffled groans are stifled by the fabric of your shirt as he buries his face further into your chest. you sigh for the nth time and reluctantly give in to his implicit plea of wanting to lay in bed for a little longer.
lately jiung’s been attached to you at the hip like a koala. literally. his demand for cuddles is a reoccurring thing, and if you ever try to leave his side he’ll whine like a child. immediately after you return home from work he’ll come charging up to you, pamper you in a shower of kisses and the biggest of bear hugs that he can offer, and will never let go of you unless it’s to use the bathroom or to cook.
you’ve never seen jiung be so extremely clingy these past couple of days. to say that this is a new side of him that you’re exposed to would be an understatement. it was all endearing to say the least; you quite enjoyed it actually. although you are curious, what’s triggering his behavior to act like this?
“ji?”
you crane your neck to get a look at your boyfriend but it proves to be difficult when his head is tucked under your chin. the blonde fell into another state of slumber once again. soft snores emit from his resting figure. you adjust the blankets and pull them over jiung’s shoulders to cover his frame. jiung stirs in his sleep, halting you in your actions from making any sudden movement, fearful that you may have accidentally woken him. instead, he unconsciously readjusts his hold on you and entangles his long legs with your own.
you smile amusingly at the current state that your boyfriend is in. you could get used to this. in fact, you already have.
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wrong but it feels so right — Y. KEEHO
a relationship gone stale causes you to indulge in some company and attention from someone other than your boyfriend, who’s been falling short of it. ft. non-idol!keeho (p1harmony) x gn!reader genre! pining (one sided but eventually becomes mutual), kind-of first meeting w/c! 2633
warnings! drinking, relationship going astray, implied cheating (reader is kissed despite already having a bf), mentions of side characters non-idol!eric, hyunjin, baejin, heesung, hyunjun (former tbz member)
you stared at the blank ceiling above, wondering what it would be like if everything just collapsed on you and came falling down. would you make the effort to run and escape possible life threatening injuries, or would you rather continue to lay in bed and accept what the universe has planned for you.
you’re not sure how to put it in a coherent sentence but lately everything just feels off to you, like there’s some entity looming over your shoulder or that there’s a new chemical reaction that changed the molecules floating in the air wherever you go. perhaps it’s one of those mercury in retrograde periods that the astrology enthusiasts talk about on the spiritual side of tiktok. whatever it may be, you’re hoping that this is a temporary rut and nothing permanent
the silent vibration of your phone signaling an incoming call interrupts your philosophical thoughts. you reach over the nightstand and pluck the device out of its charger just in time to answer on the third ring.
“hello?”
“babe! the guys and i are going to hyunjun’s to drink. probably hang out as well of course. you wanna come?”
your eyes dart to the digital clock sitting prettily on your desk as it collects dust. the time reads thirty two minutes after six p.m. you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, contemplating the option of staying home for the rest of the evening of tagging along with your boyfriend to go to his friend’s place who you barely know.
spoiler alert, you opted for the latter.
“gimme like 10 minutes to get ready?”
“alright, i’ll be over soon. love ya,”
you swallowed and let out a shaky laugh. “you too, babe.”
the line went dead meaning the call had ended. your phone dropped to your side and you craned your neck to look up at the sight of your boring ceiling. what’s the probability that you come crashing down on me in this very moment?
not as likely as you hoped it would.
your boyfriend arrived promptly after you shot him a text to inform him that you were dressed and ready to go. not without missing the smiley face that you habitually added to the end of your sentence. the silly little emoticon that felt like it was taunting you with colons for eyes and parentheses for a mouth. wonder which genius was the first to come up with that when texting became a thing.
tonight was nothing special, to you at least, which meant having the opportunity to dress casual and comfortable. if this were dinner at a fancy restaurant or a planned date (something that your boyfriend hasn’t taken you out on for more than a couple of months), then your outfit would be the complete opposite of what you were currently wearing. cargos with an oversized zip-up hoodie and an l.a dodger’s baseball cap.
but because tonight was neither dinner at a fancy restaurant nor a thought-out date with a well prepared itinerary, there was no reason for you to dress-to-impress. not even for your boyfriend. eight and a half months of dating changes you when you reach that stage of absolute comfortability with each other. at least you guess so.
the two of you arrived at hyunjun’s with less than 15 minutes to spare. your boyfriend led you to the backyard where the rest of his social circle was, fingers lazily entwined together. the sounds of your footsteps shuffling against the grass sparked his friends attention and they all perked up delighted to see your boyfriend’s impending arrival (not yours). he dropped his grasp from yours to which you frowned ever so slightly at. you stood off to the side as you watched them dap each other up and do that bro hug with the pat on the back thing that guys usually do when they greet one another.
“sup y/n,” one of them nodded at you, being the first to acknowledge your presence, and you did your best to smile in a non-awkward way.
you gave him a small wave and muttered a shy “hi” under your breath, barely loud enough for him to hear you over the chatter of seven guys talking in unison.
“want a shot? it’s strawberry soju, your favorite~” he sing-songed, shaking the bottle in a tempting manner and a shot glass ready in his other hand like he wasn't excepting "no" for an answer.
not even your own boyfriend knew you liked strawberry flavored soju.
“why the fuck not,” you shrugged. giggling when he praised you as you downed the shot in one go, scrunching your face at the slight sting of the alcohol sliding down your throat. the sweet warmth of the liquid settling in your stomach. no matter how many given occasions that you’ve drank soju each time feels like it’s the first for you.
hyunjin refilled your glass and invited you to sit next to him. your boyfriend already made himself comfortable in the seat between eric and baejin who were directly across of you.
it only took him two whole minutes into the night to forget about you.
new world record.
“is anyone else drinking? can i just have this entire bottle to myself?” you shamelessly asked, pointing to the strawberry soju that was perspiring on top of the cooler that hyunjin offered you not long ago.
“knock yourself out, shortcake.”
if you were going to make it through tonight and sit idly while your boyfriend subconsciously pretends he doesn’t have a significant other to tend to, then you were going to need more than two puny baby shots of soju.
“i needa use the bathroom…” you announced to no one in particular as if your whereabouts really mattered to anyone here.
you stood up from the lawn chair and slipped into the house through the sliding door, struggling to close it behind you before venturing off to the bathroom. if your memory serves you right you’ll find your destination down the hallway second door on the left. sadly, to your dismay, it was currently occupied by someone else who beat you to it.
your arms folded, leaning against the wall to support your weight, while [im]patiently waiting for the person on the other side.
five minutes or so passed and you began to wonder if whoever was on the toilet was taking a shit or possibly puking up their insides into the bowl with their pitiful head hanging low.
whatever it was that they were doing, if you have to stand in the hallway for another 60 seconds you were not going to hesitate to pound your fists on the damn door demanding them to hurry up with their fucking business because there’s other people in this world who need to use the bath—
something clicked and your posture straightened itself at the mere noise. you looked away when you heard someone fumble with the door knob and pretended to fixate your attention on the imaginary speckles of dust in the air.
“oh fu— my bad, sorry, i made you wait that long.” a masculine voice lulled your eyesight onto him.
he’s hot. wait— um, hello? you literally have a boyfriend. there’s no way you were willing to let yourself feed into that thought.
“it’s alright. please tell me you at least sprayed something in there. i don’t think i can hold my breath any longer than 15 seconds at best.”
laughter erupted from the male, unsure if your playful remark was that funny to elicit a chuckle out of someone in the first place.
“don’t worry i didn’t do a number two if that’s what you’re thinking.” he wipes his hands on his pants and you stifle the urge to cringe at his mannerisms. at least he washed them unlike most guys you know. “you going in?”
“o-oh. y-yes, thank you.”
you duck your head and give the stranger a small smile as you close the door gently, locking it soon after. a heavy sigh you weren’t even aware of that you were holding back finally slips past your lips, and you observe your reflection in the mirror. completely flustered, like you just ran into a hallway crush and that was your first real interaction with them.
the waft of scented soap was strong that the smell of coconut-vanilla lingered on your skin. you dried your hands on the stray towel hanging from the rack and stopped in your tracks to fix your hair for the nth time that evening out of anxious habit. a startled squeak bubbled from your throat when you opened the door revealing the (hot) stranger who was standing in your previous spot in the hallway.
he craned his neck to look up from his phone. his gaze slowly trailed your figure from bottom to top as he respectfully studied your image. you stared back at him with doe eyes shrinking into your hoodie when his eyes remained idle on you far too long for comfort. sure, he was hot, and part of you felt guilty for wanting to think that he was checking you out, but his blank expression made it challenging to read his thoughts.
the corner of his lip upturned ever so slightly into a smirk.
"finally done?"
you scoffed, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his attempt to jokingly jab at you. "at least i wasn't in there for 30 minutes unlike some people."
the ravenette chuckled and it almost summoned you to your knees.
stand up, y/n! stand up! you have a boyfriend outside.
"i'm keeho, by the way. i don't think we've really formally met or talked outside of this friend circle."
keeho, huh? come to think of it, you've never really seen him at these types of gatherings nor did you recognize him in the small crowd of your boyfriend's friends who were clustered in the backyard. you could easily put a name to a face that you knew of but tonight was definitely a first for bumping into keeho.
"i'm y/n,"
you snorted at keeho's lame joke and immediately slapped your hand over your mouth with eyes as wide as saucers. keeho laughed amusingly at your reaction, slapping his hand against the marble counter and almost knocking down the bottle of soju that the two of you were sharing. you furrowed your brows. cheeks reddening due to the alcohol in your system and not the fact that his cackled laughter added to his established personality.
"stop laughing!" you shoved his shoulder but keeho showed no sign of stopping any time soon. grumbling to yourself under your breath, you took another swig of shoju and wiped the few drops of liquid on your lips with the back of your hand.
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry—" keeho's manic episode of laughter subsided and he poured himself another shot. "it was just cute how shocked you look, i wish you could've seen your face."
he just called you 'cute.'
your heart palpitated at the nonchalant comment and almost jumped right of your chest.
alarms were blaring inside your head but you subconsciously decided to ignore it and shove it into the shadows of the depths of your mind.
this was increasingly becoming dangerous and you were damn well aware of it. just two steps away from crossing forbidden territory and two steps away from sabotaging eight months of a relationship that, admittedly, you were no longer happy with.
did that make things morally right? no.
but whatever this tension you deluded yourself into thinking was there between you and keeho, it needed to be put out before a flame could possibly ignite.
keeho's face softened as he noticed the distant glint behind your eyes. he bit his lip, a little harsher than he intended to, and contemplated if the high dive would be worth sacrificing the short amount of time that he got to learn more about you over the course of the night.
he briefly turned his attention to the guy sitting outside. with sharp, piercing eyes, he narrowed on the sight of the individual drinking and laughing in utmost mockery. keeho may be out of the loop despite his association with your boyfriend's circle of friends but he was never close to them to begin with. he’s not sure why he continues to stay when he clearly doesn’t like half of the people here at hyunjun’s place; your boyfriend included.
however, the person sitting next to him is a reminder why.
keeho has always known of you.
he knows that about a week ago you just recently hit your eight month milestone with heesung. why and how he knows this information? well, let’s just say keeho was coincidentally there to witness the day that heesung asked you out with your favorite boba and a shiba inu plushie.
he knows your contact name stored in heesung’s phone because you called him five times, back-to-back, to which heesung ignored. it was game night at eric’s and while your boyfriend was too busy trying to win first place in every race of the mushroom cup in mario kart, ‘y/n ❤️’ was there on the other end of the phone anxiously biting on their fingernails hoping to get a single word out of their boyfriend.
he knows that you went to hyunjun for advice on what to get a guy for their birthday because you wanted it to be special and had the boys help you plan a surprise party for heesung.
he knows that in the past two and a half months heesung has been distant with you, stopped putting in the effort to take you out on dates, and only keeps you around to save face. your boyfriend’s ego is bigger than what’s in his pants, and him making the first move to break up with you will paint him out to be the bad guy when he was the one who fell first.
it pained keeho knowing that you were completely oblivious to all of this, or, at least most of this that is.
he saw it when you first arrived to hyunjun’s. the frown on your lips when heesung dropped your hand.
he saw it in your eyes. the way you’d look off into space as if you didn’t belong here and were solemnly forgotten of.
he’s been in the background for a while now. the time he spent as a side character in the plot of the drama had to end at some point.
fuck it.
keeho leaned in close, fingers gingerly brushing back the strands of hair that fell in front of your face, tucking your locks behind your ear and choosing to avoid the way that your pupils were practically shaking.
the unthinkable happened and you silently thanked the universe that you didn’t have to make the first move in order to confirm if what you were feeling was a facade of a pile of disappointment from these past two, almost three, months.
keeho pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips. his tiers loitered there long enough for someone to easily walk in on you two. your fingers grasped onto the material of his sweater and you nearly whined when he pulled away.
there’s no use in denying it any longer and it wasn’t the soju talking.
you were slightly buzzed yet sober enough to comprehend what was happening, and as much as the old you would let the guilt tear you apart inside, you could not care less.
it was wrong. all of this was. but why did it feel so right.
#yoon keeho#keeho#keeho x reader#p1harmony#p1h keeho#keeho imagines#p1harmony imagines#keeho fanfic#p1harmony scenarios#keeho scenarios#hyunjin from skz is here#baejin from cix too#eric from tbz as well lol#heesung is the bad guy sorry#cgi-aenergy#hyunjun former tbz member not to be mixed up with skz hyunjin
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hell shell — Y. KEEHO
your best friend is tiktok famous and convinces you to do a video with him. ft. tiktoker!keeho (p1harmony) x fem!reader genre! fluff, implied feelings between friends w/c! 2841
it’s no surprise to you that your best friend managed to blow up on tiktok overnight and has since then created a platform for himself on the silly app. with a whooping 564k followers and an abundant of consistent views that go for 600k to 1 million, you almost envy the public attention and popularity he so easily gained from posting one lip syncing video that wasn’t meant to be taken seriously in the first place.
at first it was a lame take at a joke, something to poke and prod at all the cis heterosexual corny males that do that lazy arm swing with their phones high above them to get the illusion of a facebook mom angle, while they flash their corniest smiles and barely move their lips to match the lyrics of the audio.
using what he’s learned from the algorithm on his ‘for you page,’ and doing enough retakes that the seven second song eventually engraved itself in your brain, you watched from your best friend’s bed with a judgmental look; cringing due to the second hand embarrassment of each redo.
keeho would laugh hysterically at every attempt, discard what he recorded, and do everything all over again. this repeated for about the twentieth time into the night until you decided to step in and snap at him to “just post what you fucking have already you dork!”
this would definitely be the last time you ever want to hear ball w/o you by 21 savage.
since then you’ve followed keeho throughout every tiktok video of him from behind the scenes with a front row seat either on his bed or out of view within proximity whenever he had his phone out to record. you would scoff, shaking your head and resuming your own leisurely activity of scrolling through instagram.
whenever his videos would pop up on your ‘for you’ page you never missed the opportunity to expose him in the comments to purposefully embarrass or call him out, cackling to yourself at the attention from his followers who usually replied to your comment with an “LMAO,” “HAHAHAH,” a keyboard smash of some sort, or the skeleton emoji.
“can you not expose me like that.” keeho whined, the dimly lit screen of his phone illuminating his face.
the two of you were watching a movie in his living room with a half eaten bowl of popcorn nestled in your lap. keeho’s attention toward the tv was long gone but you were adamant about actually wanting to watch the film. some cheesy romcom you picked since nothing else from netflix’s catalogue piqued your interest.
the movie followed the stereotypical best friends to lovers trope between the main characters. as per usual, both the guy and girl were in denial of their feelings for each other, scared to risk several years of being close friends that they’ve known each other only to possibly ruin it because they fell in love for the other person in their friendship.
it’s so cliche and corny that it makes you want to barf up the popcorn sitting in your stomach, along with the homemade wonton soup you made for dinner with keeho, and the melona bar you inhaled right after for dessert.
deep down you wish you could experience what the two leads in the movie have and are only shitting on the thought of best friends becoming lovers because you want something (cute and corny) like that to happen to you.
think about it. why spend another lifetime trying to get to know someone else and waste money on failed dates with a person you’re not even compatible with, when you literally have a friend sitting right next to you who knows all your embarrassing secrets; seen your childhood photos and family album; comforted you when you were at your lowest; took you to prom as their “date” even when there were a ton of other girls dying to go with him; and caught you standing in his room with just your bra and underwear on because he didn’t think to knock first before entering.
you sighed defeatedly. if only.
you came over because he invited you in the first place claiming that he was bored and alone by himself. he explained on the phone that his older sister, anna, was out with friends at some “fancy event or whatever” (keeho’s words not yours) and his younger brother was upstairs hiding in the room playing video games “or something.” with keeho’s parents constantly out of town due to work he hardly saw them as much as he’d like to.
lately it’s been like that. keeho beckoning you to his place and each time you would comply. it’s not like you had anything better to do anyways, and when it comes to your best friend, you’re down for anything. whether it’s a midday facetime call or a 10 P.M text at night, you somehow always find yourself with your two feet standing at his front door accepting his invitation to hang out.
even if that means he abandons his original plans to watch tiktoks (more like rewatch his own tiktoks and gawk at how “hot” he is).
the movie eventually came to an end with the long run of extended credits on screen. you let out an obnoxious yawn and stretched your arms above your head. you turned to observe keeho who was still entranced with his phone, no longer on tiktok and instead skipping through people’s stories on instagram with the quick tapping of his thumb.
“so, are we actually gonna do anything or am i just here for my health.” you nudged keeho’s thigh with your foot and he was quick to react by whacking your shin. “ow!” you kicked him harder this time and he shrieked at the pain, rubbing the sore area with scrunched eyebrows.
“what the heeeck, y/n. that shit hurt,” keeho whined once more. you simply scoffed at his behavior in the past two hours, arms folding over themselves as they rest against your chest in disappointment. “i know something we can do. there’s a tiktok—”
“no! absolutely no tiktoks i don’t wanna be in any of your thirst trap videos you do for clout.”
keeho’s bottom lip jutted out and you quirked an eyebrow at how (soft and cute) ridiculously stupid he looked pouting at you. “it’s not another one of my ‘thirst traps.’” his fingers doing air quotes when he said the word ‘thirst traps.’ such bullshit. he knew what he was doing each time he posted. he’s just too shameful to admit the truth because his ego is bigger than his pea sized brain.
you huffed, willing to hear him out when you let out a tiresome: “what is it?”
the silver headed boy pulled up a tiktok trend that was hot amongst couples a year ago, doing the little hip bouncing movement on beat to a sped up version of hell shell by young nudy. you knew of this, of course, because you remember cursing every happy couple in your head that would appear on ‘for you’ page. no matter how many of them you blocked, no matter how many times you pressed “i’m not interested,” tiktok would not get the hint that you despised seeing people in their own lovey dovey relationships.
the audio circulated on tiktok recently when people decided to bring it back expressing how distraught they felt that they have yet to do the dance with “someone’s son” or “daughter.”
“are you serious right now?” you craned your neck to look at keeho, breath hitching in the back of your throat unaware that his face was so close to yours. you quickly shot your eyes back to his phone and watched the tiktok replay for the ninth time as a nervous sweat ran through your body.
“c’mon it’ll be fun!” your best friend padded across the living room and propped his phone on a flat surface high enough to get a full body shot of you two in frame together.
you stood next to him awkwardly, your shoulders hunched forward just a little given your poor posture. staring at the reflection of yourself on screen you internally cringed at your appearance. you didn’t look as effortlessly great as the other pretty girls on tiktok do when they perform the bare minimum. it’s a wonder how blessed they were with the perfect genetics.
your eyes dawned on the sweatpants sitting at your waist and the random halter top you grabbed from your closet before leaving the house in a rush. your hair was tied in a high ponytail with loose strands that fell to the sides of your temples in a messy “i just woke up” type of way and not in a “i naturally look this cute” type of way.
off to your side standing merely five inches apart from you was your best friend. his fingers combed through his bleached locks, pushing back the strands of hair that fell in front of his eyes. you couldn’t help but to notice that silver on him enhanced his features and drew attention to his chiseled facial structure. high cheekbones, prominent jawline, sharp eyes, handsome nose, and the prettiest pair of plumped lips that put women who use fillers to shame. he worse the most basic outfit: an oversized hoodie and shorts that sit below mid thigh.
you stared [in awe] slightly fixated. never in a million years or in another universe would you think to find yourself checking out keeho, someone you’ve known since middle school and shared half of your life with so far.
who knew that the little boy that was once a troublemaker would grow up into a handsome young male. his only downside and biggest red flag being that he makes tiktoks for his 600k fanbase of followers. aside from that, you can’t help but to admit that keeho is actually a great person both above and beyond the surface.
he’s humble, kind, generous, a little snarky and sarcastic from time to time but you’re just the same, if not, worse than he is. it’s how you guys get along in the first place because no one else is capable of tolerating his sassiness and blunt attitude.
he was your shoulder to cry on whenever a guy would ghost you for no good reason or friend zone you without giving you the chance to prove your worth as a potential romantic candidate. he was there to soothe your tears when you had a nasty breakup with your ex almost a year ago. crying bloody murder on the phone when you instinctively called him right after the whole shit show went down. it was terrible, to say the least, a distant dark memory you wish never to bring out of its file cabinet you buried in the deepest pit of your mind. keeho understood the assignment and whenever a friend of yours or someone outside of your social circle tried to pry the details out of you, he would shoot daggers and shake his head disapprovingly of their nosey antics, to which they would back off and quickly shut up.
he was there to mourn the death of your family pet, haku, when he passed away after 16 years of a beautiful life with the best owners and loving household that gave him everything. as a little something to remember your memories of the yappy shih tzu he edited a one minute compilation of videos and photos you had with haku. that day you cried harder than you ever did over a boy (and missed the sight of keeho’s wavering lips when he held you in his arms while you sobbed into his shirt).
you’re grateful for keeho, an understatement that speaks volume for itself. although you don’t explicitly vocalize your appreciation for him you hope that seven years of friendship is sufficient enough to do all the talking.
“okay, ready? you spin around so your back is facing the camera and then we start doing the dance.”
you nod, heat rising to your cheeks when keeho starts the timer as you watch it count down from three to one. camera-shy eating at your confidence once you hear the music playing. you’re incredibly stiff and, not to mention, really fucking awkward trying to sway your hips to stay align with the beat.
when the song ends after what feels like a century over the span of six seconds, keeho belts out a screechy laugh at your guys’ first attempt of filming the dance. he scolds you for looking robotic and gets you to practice a couple of rounds to the music playing on repeat before he records.
“here,” he approaches you from behind while his hands naturally latch onto either side of your waist. you gasp under your breath and stare doe-eyed at the phone in front of you. “like this.” keeho breathes, guiding your hips and counting aloud the beat to help you match the rhythm of the tempo.
“i-i think i got it now, t-thanks…”
keeho’s grasp burns your skin through the material of your sweatpants. when his eyes trail your figure to the location of where his hands are he promptly retreats to his original position on your right side, not without clearing his throat as a beat of silence dawns on you both. his touch lingers and it sends goosebumps throughout your arms. you rub at your skin hoping to rid of the biological reaction your body has in response to what just happened five seconds ago.
“you cold?” keeho asks. his cheeks are dusted with the faintest shade of crimson red.
“oh— i’m fine! just felt a little chilly for a second.”
you tug at the hem of your top, secretly wishing you had worn something more comfortable with full coverage like a hoodie or a sweater. but no, you just had to pick what you thought might capture keeho’s gaze. what the fuck were you thinking—
“okay i’m gonna hit record.” your best friend announces, cutting you off of your internal mini meltdown.
once more the timer counts down.
3, 2, 1.
you throw up a peace sign at the camera scrunching your nose and adjusting your loose ponytail that’s slowly falling down from the height on your head. keeho nods approvingly at your drastic improvement, giving you a boost of confidence and encouragement you were missing in the first take. he grabs your hand, holding it in the air, when you spin on your heel to turn your back toward the phone just as he instructed you. with your fingers intwined, he gives you a reassuring squeeze gesturing that you’re doing way better than before.
you chant keeho’s counts in your head like a mantra singed into your memory. one-two, one-two, one-two, left, right, left-right.
it takes you a couple of seconds to register that it’s finally over when keeho gently drops your hold from his and grabs his phone to watch the replay. you peer over his arm and giggle at how ridiculous you look versus keeho who’s a natural at this sort of stuff.
“that’s the best you’ll get out of me so you might as well just post that.” you plop onto the couch and sigh heavily with a sheepish smile. maybe seven seconds of fame for being in a tiktok with keeho will give you the opportunity of a piggy back ride for free clout.
keeho jumps onto the empty space next to you on the cushions and leans his 5’10 figure on you, barely being able to support his weight given the four inches he’s holding above your head.
“posted it! that went better than i thought it would, to be honest. especially you, little miss stiff-and-awkward.” he poked at your leg teasingly and dodged the pillow you sent flying at his face.
“yeah, yeah. let’s hope none of your followers start roasting me or something.”
subconsciously your fingers tangle themselves in keeho’s hair as you comb from the roots to the tips. humming softly in content to himself, keeho switches apps to the camera and quickly takes a blurry selfie with your face cropped out, willing to risk the high dive off the edge of a cliff when he posts an eyeful of a lengthy rant on his private account about how much he (loves) is thankful for his best friend and other half.
the following morning you woke up to a spam of text messages from none other than keeho himself. it was 11:23 A.M and he sent those texts two hours ago when you were still asleep. it’s the weekend for fucks sake, why is he awake so early.
you rolled over in bed to lay on your stomach, rubbing your hand against your face, and blinking away at the sleep still evident in your eyes. you read through each keyboard smash until he was able to coherently put together a proper sentence in english.
[yoon steph (curry)] Y/N!!!
[yoon steph (curry)] OUR TIKTOK BLEW UP LMAOOAAOAO
[yoon steph (curry)] LOOK (Attachment: 1 image)
[yoon steph (curry)] everyone loves you bruh
[yoon steph (curry)] i’m gonna start forcing you to do more tiktoks with me 😈😈
you sighed. what the hell did you get yourself into.
#yoon keeho#keeho x reader#keeho imagines#keeho scenarios#p1harmony imagines#keeho fluff#keeho#p1harmony#p1harmony scenarios#keeho fanfic#cgi-aenergy
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sunghoon fic currently in the works and my first take at writing smut </3
#cgi-aenergy#enhypen imagines#enhypen smut#sunghoon imagines#sunghoon smut#how tf do people write smut??!!
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hi hello how are you? hope you're well <3
WHERE'S PART 2 OF HELL SHELL 😭😭😭😭😭 the kids are crying and throwing up we need more
i mean the kids need more-
no pressure but also pls tell me you haven't given up on it 🤚😔 thank you for your time and work 🫶
hi anon!! thank you for checking in on me first lol. tbh i’ve been extremely busy with my third year of college now that i work and pay rent, etc.
second, i promiseeee a pt. 2 for hell shell will definitely be a thing in the future (hopefully sooner and not later). my writing is constantly changing and i always want to make sure that i’m putting out the best content for you guys. thank you so much for the love and support. i’ll probably use my free time this winter break to start on it because i do miss tiktoker!keeho and y/n together
<3
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