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dreamsinarcadia · 5 months

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Pillow Talk

In which Son Heungmin can’t seem to let his girlfriend wiggle her way out of his arms

pairing: sonny x gf!reader

warning: tooth ache kind of fluff with mentions of smut

She loved her boyfriend—she really did. He had her whole heart in the palm of his hands and she trusted him with it; trusted him not to squeeze too hard on it—not to shatter it into fragments of love.

And she was certain that the feeling was mutual—he'd told her so himself, proclaimed it with eyes that were practically shaped into hearts as he gazed at her with a heart achingly deep sense of adoration; one that never failed to make her feel so unbelievably loved.

However... she’d be lying if she said he couldn't get a little frustrating sometimes. Like now, for instance.

“Heungmin, move.”

“No.” His response was instantaneous and very much final.

“I need to get up.”

“That sounds like a personal problem.”

His sass had one of her brows arch up, and she was sure she would've crossed her arms too had he not restricted her movement with his own—much stronger, might she add—limb. The man knew that her work schedule had been cleared for the entirety of December, and was determined to take this rare opportunity by the reigns.

Her lips parted—very much ready to have a go at him for the unwarranted attitude—when, instead of actual words, a light gasp left them; practically inaudible from how soft it was, but that didn't make what happened any less surprising.

His lips had found their way onto her neck, pressing soft, gentle kisses across the exposed area with an occasional—and very intoxicating—nip here and there. His arm, banded securely around her hip, pulled her closer to his side. The heat of it all practically flooded her vision with pink and she almost melted right in that very moment.

"Just a little longer," he muttered into her skin, lips making contact with the already hickey littered surface in a repeated pattern that shot tingles straight down her spine, "a month away from you was torture."

Work had forced her to return to Seoul for a good portion of November. She had, of course, missed Heungmin a great deal, but hadn’t been aware of how much he’d missed her until she had stepped past his threshold tonight only to be swept off her feet.

She genuinely couldn’t remember if he’d even managed to close the front door.

His hand slipped under her thin cotton t-shirt; cool palm resting against the flat of her stomach as he whispered sweet nothings into her ears in hopes of saving himself from a lecture–and she was afraid that it was very much working.

She was an absolute sucker for sweet moments like this.

But she was also recovering from a strenuous night, barely having gotten any sleep between multiple rounds of heaven sent pleasure. The man had been positively insatiable upon her return, and though this delighted her to no end, she was slick with sweat, peppered with hickeys, her legs felt like jelly and she wanted nothing more than a warm shower. The saccharine scent of sex was strong, and the air around them was stiflingly thick, despite the air conditioning being on full blast.

“Heungmin.”

“Hm?” His head tilted up, gaze focused on her with a sense of endearment only she was privy to receiving from him; the twitch of his lips showcasing his lovestruck smile in a show of vulnerability that, once again, only she had the pleasure of seeing on him.

His gaze was softened and practically swirling with that domestic love she knew he held for her; the one that would instantly ease all his muscles and have him actively seek her out just to hold her in his arms, to love on her like he always claimed she deserved.

When she didn't respond immediately, his grip tightened and he pulled her further into his side; to fit against him like she was meant to be there, like he was incomplete without her—and her, without him.

Ah, she was so stupidly weak to him when he got like this. Her hand reached up to brush cool fingers soothingly on the apple of his cheek.

“Aren’t you tired?” A valid question, seeing as though the man had only a few hours of rest between his match and her return.

“With you in my arms? Never.” His voice was soothingly calm, but when he propped an elbow on the pillow to look down at her, his eyes were blazing, pinning her to the spot. It raked over her appearance - the mussed hair, the love bites adorning the delicate curve of her neck, the rise and fall of her chest, the adorable flush of pink on her cheeks. The corner of his lips stretched to a wide grin.

When her hand dropped from his face, he was quick to catch it and press a kiss to her palm. He held it close to his heart. “Why?” He asked, knowing damn well the answer. “Are you tired?”

“…maybe.”

“Oh no! Rough night?”

She had to fight the urge to kiss the damn smirk off his face. He looked so damn pleased with himself.

“…okay fine, we can stay here a little longer.”

And then he was kissing her, his hands moving quickly to hook her legs around his waist and move her underneath himself. And suddenly, her arms and legs didn’t feel like jelly anymore. Instead, she’d felt as electrified—as if struck by lightning…only better. Much, much better. Because she couldn’t wrap her arms around lightning, or feel lightning’s heart skip against her own.

“Not for too long, we’ve been in bed for hours,” she protested weakly into the increasingly heated kiss. “I’m melting.”

“Mmm.”

“We have to eat.”

He pulled away to grin at her, a mischievous twinkle alight in his eyes. “Great idea,” he said. “Let’s do just that.”

Just when she was about to open her mouth to steer him clear of the inevitable course of action, he’d lunged straight for her neck to attack her with another fit of adoring kisses—ones that made her sigh in what she could only describe as contentment.

And then her t-shirt was back on the floor.

They didn’t leave the room till sundown.

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lewisvinga · 1 year

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football / soccer masterlist !

neymar jr

try again !

vamos ! vamos !

cuddle bear !

fight in the stands !

confessions !

minha filha ! ( x daughter! reader )

lucky charm ! ( x daughter! reader )

boa noite ! ( x daughter! reader )

my champion ! ( x daughter! reader )

happy 15th ! ( x daughter! reader )

birds and the bees ! ( x daughter! reader )

caught ! ( x daughter! reader )

richarlison de andrade

late night talks !

remember me !

my favorite thing about you !

lucas paquetá

stupid !

my big baby !

proud of you !

surpresa !

eu te amo !

happiest man ! one in the morning !

only yours !

vinícius / vini jr

dating vinicius jr ! ( headcannons ! )

my girl ! not too bad !

kylian mbappé

i love you berry much !

official greetings !

promise !

my star !

ice princess !

jude bellingham

chocolate almond croissant ! ( smau )

star couple ! ( smau )

the it couple ! ( smau )

trent alexander arnold

simp ! ( smau )

pablo gavira / gavi

maybe !

stay away ! ( smau )

joão felix

stupid !

diego lainez

después de la playa !

sérgio ramos

mi capitán !

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moon068 · 1 year

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ACCOUNTS AND THEIR MASTERLISTS

NOTE:

I will update it continuously once new accounts and fanfics are posted.

I ONLY COMPILED ALL THE FANFICS THE ACCOUNTS HAVE POSTED.

UPDATED: 03/07/2023

kpdlvr2

Masterlist

itsabitcloudy

Masterlist

Homesick

footballerimagines

Masterlist

chilly-me-softly

Masterlist part 1 part 2

alotofrandomfangirling

Forms of Affection

Delusional

Can't take my Eyes off You

dreaamerwrites

just a bad day

All I want for Christmas

https.sonshine

Masterlist

kmultismut

Date with Heungmin Son Part 1 Part 2

avenirdelight

Masterlist

DATING SONNY INCLUDES

A-Z Fluff

butvega (Portugese)

Masterlist

ricciardostoast

Unholy

chrxstac

dating son heung-min would include

on top

longlostinanotherworld

Masterlist

emwritesfootball

Masterlist

Domestic Fluff Prompts | 11

footballffbarbiex

Masterlist

footballxwrites

Masterlist

atzhrts

Imagine

writingmeraki

Drabble

loohs-world

Imagines

heungsmin

nuestraluzdelaluna

Masterlist

footyblurbs

Masterlist

jadondonsancho

Bestfriend

Instagram Model

Dating rumors

pana-ce-a

dating heung-min son would include

teeswrites

As I know I would

Piece of art

macybeckham7

Masterlist

bbychilly

Masterlist

charlottemount

IG files ONLY

MY SONNY

hmsonshine

Masterlist

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dreaamerwrites · 1 year

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[ (just a) bad day ]

couple: son heungmin x reader rating: PG tags: hurt, comfort, talks about beheading (yeah) from the drama my liberation notes. notes: the newcastle game was a massacre. i don't have the heart to have him say "i'm alright, i'm fine" because he wouldn't lie like that. but i just need to know that heungmin will have someone hold him tight and take him home. please listen to agust d's snooze, that's what i had quoted at the end. thanks. please support son heungmin's future. it will get better.

Before the final whistle blows, you are already down the tunnel, down the hall, expression grim as you scan the treatment room. Ryan finds you like this, his own expression ashen, having aged ten years through the match himself.

He’s in Treatment Room A. Hesitation. …I think he wants to be alone.

You thank Ryan but pay no heed to the message.

He’s not the one you need to see.

“Don’t.”

It is the first word shared in that dim, empty room and it forces you to stop in your tracks. Heungmin’s voice is rough and torn and tight. Your hand falters by the light switch before, finally, falling back to your side. You let him sit in the darkness, face illuminated only by the faint light that hums above the emergency exit.

You can barely recognize him in the darkness, but still you go to him.

“Don’t,” he repeats, more forcefully this time. “Stop.”

Still, you go to him.

From where he sits, his knees bump against your thighs and he resolutely refuses to give way. You step into his space regardless. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, his face finally comes into view. He has screwed his eyes shut now, mouth pressed into a grim line. You reach up to trace the faint scar above his eye, but hesitate, not quite touching him just yet.

You’ve been through so much.

What can I do to make this better?

Tell me where it hurts. I would take it all away if I could.

The words sit on the very tip of your tongue but you swallow them down. They are not the words he wants or needs to hear right now. He does not need to hear you ask how he feels or if he’s alright or if this is still the game that he has loved his whole goddamn life. He does not need your sympathy. He does not need your pity.

Right now, all he needs is…

“So. Bad day, huh?”

Your comment seems to come as such a surprise that he chokes out a pained laugh despite himself.

The sound is so sudden that it seems to startle the both of you equally – and then Heungmin’s eyes are open and he’s staring at you, eyes shining, disbelief clear as day on his face.

“What?” he chokes out, half-laugh and half-groan.

The pain is still evident on his face and this time you let yourself touch the scar. You press down on it slightly, tracing it with the very tip of your finger. He slowly reaches up, long fingers wrapping around your wrist. You half expect him to push your hand away.

He doesn’t.

He lets you linger there, his grip warm around your wrist and your touch gentle against his skin.

“Yeah,” he finally whispers back, incredulous laughter gone now. Something softening in his expression. “Had a real shit day today.”

You let your hand slide down until your palm cradles his cheek. He moves with you, grip never leaving yours as he leans into your touch. He swallows thickly and you can hear it in the silence that sits between you. Your own eyes prickle with the heat and promise of oncoming tears, but you swallow that down with him too.

His hair is still damp from the showers and he smells of your shampoo. A stray droplet lands on the back of your hand. Still, you do not move away.

“I know,” you whisper into the darkness. “I know.”

(You had been watching a drama a few months back.

The woman on the television screen had a crazed look in her eyes, sitting across the cafe table from her blind date, explaining why she was dubbed the Pick Up Girl by all of her friends.

Once, with my friends, we were talking about what true love was. I was reminded of something I saw in a textbook when I was a child. It was about a woman who ran to pick up the severed head of her husband in her skirt.

When I was young, it was too gruesome for me to understand. But now, as an adult, I found myself agreeing. Yes, I would pick it up. I would have to pick it up. I can’t let it fall to the ground, I must catch it in my skirt.

Heungmin had burst out laughing, then. The man sitting across from her in the scene appeared horrified, but Heungmin had only appeared delighted.

He had pressed a loud raspberry to the side of your neck then.

“Would you catch me too?” he had teased, nosing into the crook of your shoulder, your neck, your jaw, mouth dragging along the skin there as he laughed loudly. You had laughed back, shivering at the ticklish touch.

It had been a joke then.

But today, you were reminded of it.

Perched in the stands, watching his team go down in flames. Watching the light leave his eyes as more and more fans exited the stadium. Watching as his shoulders heaved beneath the heavy weight of loss and failure and disappointment.

Several family members had looked away by then. His agent had slumped back in his seat, scrolling through his phone anxiously, clearly anticipating the press and media that would be awaiting him at the end of the tunnel.

Only Heungmin’s father and you had kept watching.

You did not look away. You refused to look away. Even when the booing only grew exponentially in volume, even when his teammates fumbled yet another horrible, horrible ball. You kept your eyes on the game, you kept your eyes on him. Only when his number appeared on the screen to be subbed out, did you finally let out the breath you had been holding.

Heungmin hadn’t spared a second glance towards your box when he was subbed out. You couldn’t blame him. He probably hadn’t had the heart to look.

If he had looked… if he had looked back at you…

If he had looked back: he would’ve seen you looking right back at him. He would’ve seen you finally, slowly, sitting back down in your seat, his father taking his seat beside you as well.

His father hadn’t said much in the box – he never did.

But when his hand had found yours in your lap, grip tight, you knew he was saying more than words ever could.

Thank you. Thank you for watching Heungmin until the very end. Thank you for catching Heungmin, even when the world waits to tear him apart, limb by limb. Thank you. Thank you.

If your throat hadn’t been so tight, you would’ve responded: Don’t thank me. I will always watch him. I will always catch him.

Instead, you had simply covered his hand with your own.

The truest love there ever was.)

Heungmin finally shifts. He parts his legs, lets you slide between them until you are flush against him, even from where he sits on this treatment table.

You let both of your arms reach up and around his neck, wrapping around his shoulders, his own dropping to fold around your waist. His grip is almost painfully tight as he burrows into you, solid and warm. His heartbeat thrums in your ear and you match your own breaths to the sound.

“I know,” you repeat again, voice muffled against the soft fabric of his tee. “I’m here, I’m right here.”

He holds onto you like a man drowning.

I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.

“Let’s go home.”

Everything will be okay, everything will be okay Everything will be okay, everything will be okay Everything will be okay, everything will be okay Everything will be okay, everything will be okay

#son heung min x reader #son heung min imagines #son heungmin #soccer fanfic #not proofread bc i'm still recovering from this horrible game too #someone hug heungmin and someone hug me ty

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https-sonshine · 1 year

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Can you do an angsty fic with Sonny? But with a happy ending? Thankss

authors note: hey guys so i’m not ignoring your requests i’m just super busy with school and uni applications so yh updates are gonna be slow but i’m going to tryy my hardest to make time

so this idea has been itching at the back of my head for weeks and last night i got the random burst of motivation to write it. i think i got a little bit carried away so im not sure how much of a happy ending this is its more like bittersweet. but yeah hope you enjoy this one and i look forward to hearing some feedback.

also reblogs are very much appreciated🫶🏾

word count: approx 1.8k

warnings: angst , tw:miscarragie , slight mentions of depression

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Sonny was the one who suspected you were pregnant. He noticed how much bigger your boobs were, your mood swings, and the fact that you were sleeping and eating more than normal, so he talked to you about it, but you told him that you were just tired, and that your boobs were growing and that everything was normal. However, Sonny was convinced that something else was going on. Your period was always irregular, and you were on birth control, so you were truly not worried. But he insisted on buying you a pregnancy test, saying it was just to be sure. And, to your surprise, it was positive. You were pregnant.

You almost didn't believe it. It was something that the two of you hadn't discussed yet. You already knew how he felt about starting a family. He wasn't totally opposed to it but football was his main priority. You weren't quite sure how to react, so you stayed quiet, not wanting to press the issue or make him uncomfortable. The sounds of sniffles brought you out of your thoughts. You glanced at him and noticed the tears streaming down his face. He had been struggling to keep his composure, but the emotion of the situation had gotten to him. He suddenly held you tightly. It was a comforting embrace, and you found yourself holding back tears of your own His grip was tight and firm as if he was afraid you would disappear if he let go. "We're pregnant," he chuckled lightly. You were surprised by the sudden display of affection, "You're not mad?" You looked up at him in disbelief and found his face smiling down at you

That's when realisation hit you: Sonny was to cry out of happiness. You smiled back and asked, "Are you really okay with this?" He nodded his head and brushed away a tear as he said, "Yes, we're going to have a baby!" You felt so much joy at that moment and suddenly found yourself overflowing with it.

Son and you were visiting the doctor for your initial ultrasound. And even though you only had a tiny baby bump, Sonny loved it a lot. It boosted his ego, knowing that it was his baby. He beamed with pride, seeing the image of his soon-to-be son or daughter on the screen and whispered to you that he couldn't believe how much their lives were about to change. Even though there were a few nerves mixed in with the excitement, the moment felt perfect, and you couldn't wait to find out the gender.

The day after the ultrasound, Sonny came home with baby clothes, making your heart melt. You two were already planning the baby shower and how you were going to tell his fans. Sonny was so excited, and every time he spoke about the baby, his eyes lit up. You both started to think about the impact of this news, and it was obvious that this was a huge milestone for both of you. You decided to announce it when you were almost at the due date, it would be better for everyone. You had mixed feelings; on one hand, you were happy and excited to share the news of the upcoming arrival, but on the other hand, you were both scared as well.

As you were getting closer to the second trimester, you weren't feeling well, aside from nausea and constant vomiting. You had no energy and felt like you were always exhausted. You were both anxious to get an ultrasound and see if everything was okay, but Sonny had training in the morning, so you opted to go later during the day.

Later in the day, You're just getting into a good sleep when you roll over and feel wetness on your outer thigh, which immediately wakes you up. You search for the light switch on your bedside table, turn it on, and rub your eyes to help you adjust to the darkness, thinking you must have been dreaming about peeing a little too vividly. Even though changing the sheets is something you really don't want to deal with, what you see is beyond changing. Alarms are immediately raised by bright crimson, and when you look down, you see that the source is exactly what you had hoped it wouldn't be. Your heart skips a beat as you realise that it isn't just pee . There isn't much time to respond as a sharp pain ricochets through your entire torso, coming from your womb and making you immediately want to throw up. Forgetting that Sonny had left for training, you yelled his name. Despite your trembling, you manage to pick up the phone and dial 911 for an ambulance as the pain grows more and more intense. Your mind is in a fog as you explain what happened to the dispatcher, and they assure you that help is on its way. You can feel tears streaming down your face as the pain increases and you focus on your breathing to keep yourself from passing out. You hear a siren in the distance, and it gets louder and louder as you await help until you see the flashing lights of the ambulance coming to your aid.

"Don't contact anyone" is all you can muster out before letting the darkness consume you.

You awoke with no memory of anything wrong, but the unfamiliar surroundings and the IV attached to your arm reminded you of what had happened; suddenly you couldn't breathe again.

Your entire world is turned upside down in a matter of hours. As they induce you for a birth you'll never be able to celebrate, they hook you up to several IV bags, and for the next several hours, all you have for company is a pain that you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. Finally, against your better judgement, you say yes when the nurses ask if you'd like to hold your baby for the first and last time. Her flawless, contented face breaks you. Despite the circumstances, you can't help but be enamoured. Tears well up in your eyes as you realise that, while this was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life, turned out to be one of the saddest. You gently rock your daughter, who has become your entire world in the span of a few short moments. You try to ignore the feeling of guilt as you think about how this little person will never experience the love, protection and security that come from being part of a family. The moment her little breaths ceased, it was like your body shut down, you began hyperventilating. You feel overwhelmed with emotion, trying desperately to come to terms with the sudden and unfair loss of your daughter. The nurses whisked her away and rushed to inject you with tranquillizers. Your last sight of her was her tiny body, blanketed in white, motionless, and pale before darkness engulfed you once again.

"Where is Y/N?"

"I need to see my girlfriend."

"I can't believe no one called me sooner."

Loud yelling jolted you awake.

You could sense the anger and despair that filled his mind as he raced down the corridor of the hospital, desperately searching for you. The nurses had finally led him to you, and when he had spotted you laying on the hospital bed his eyes softened and the frustration melted away as relief flooded through him. The relief was short-lived, as he noticed how drained you looked and how you couldn't even look at him.

" I'm so sorry," you said, your voice strained and barely above a whisper.

He started to freak you out when he saw you crying. He moved closer to the bed and took your hand gently in his, his thumb brushing over the back of it. He looked deeply into your eyes, trying to read what was wrong with you "It's okay," he said in a calming tone, "tell me what's wrong." You looked away, unable to look him in the eye as you explained what happened.

"It was a girl," you managed to choke out

It has been a little bit over a week since you heard the most terrible news of your life. You failed to speak, properly eat, and get out of bed. The void in your heart was just becoming more apparent.

Sonny stood by you the whole time, not leaving you alone unless he had training. He cried with you, held you. But you were so depressed that you couldn't bring yourself to reciprocate the love and attention he was giving you.

"y/n, you have to get up," Sonny says to you while caressing your face.

"I don't want to" you look away from him, burying your face in the pillow.

"It's been a week since you last got up. You can't stay on the bed the rest of your life, Y/N" he runs his hand through your messy hair, making you look at him.

"I just fucking lost my daughter, Son. I'm a mess. You never wanted to have children this early anyways so you must be glad" you can feel the tears running down your face.

"She was our daughter. Ours. She was my baby, too. You don't think I feel like shit too? Just cause it wasn't in my plans doesn't mean i didn't love her too." he gets up, walking out of the room

Son was staring at the wall in the living room. He felt empty inside like someone had torn out his heart. After a few minutes, he got a hold of himself and went to lie down next to you. not knowing what to say or do. Neither of you spoke while maintaining your upward gaze. Sonny didn't move an inch as you rolled over and faced the wall. He moved toward you only after you extended your hand to him. He spooned you while you clung to him as you sobbed. As you both sobbed over your loss

" I'll always be here for you. I can't even imagine the kind of pain you're feeling right now. But I don't want to lose you too. I know nothing I say will make this easier for you, but I want you to know that you are not alone "

You turn back to face him and say, in a low voice, "I'm sorry. You must be struggling, too." You keep wiping your cheeks as the tears roll down.

"Just promise me that I'm not going to lose you too." He looks at me with a hurt expression, his eyes brimming with tears "I can't see you crying every day," he says, and you try to nod as he wipes your tears away.

You can feel a glimmer of hope thanks to Son's love. You looked into each other's eyes, knowing that it would never be the same again. You hugged him tightly, hoping it was enough to hold onto the little bit of hope he gave you.

He kept whispering his love for you and assurances that everything would be fine for the rest of the night. That it would get better. He swore that from then on, that no matter what happened, he would never leave your side and he would make sure you were safe. He would go to any lengths to see you happy again.

#son heung min #son heung min x reader #son heungmin #heung min son #son heung min imagines #son heung min fanfic #football fanfic #football imagine #son heung min one shot #https.sonshinerequests #tottenham hotspur

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writingmeraki · 1 year

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[ 11: 37 ]

a son heungmin drabble!

genre : fluff, pinch of angst.

pairing : son heungmin x gn!reader, strangers to ???.

warnings : mentions of heartbreak indirectly, slight cussing, stupid choices (pls don't stay out in pouring rain nor run through rain.)

author's note : here is a small little drabble i came up with today hehe ^^ ! sonny deserves sm love and I really liked writing this ngl :D anyways hope you like it as well 🤎!!!

word count : 1.6k

The rain was pouring hard on the earth as though mother nature itself seemed to be upset. It poured angrily and harshly. Mercilessly.

In a way even though it left no mercy for whoever decided to face it head-on, it wrapped a sort of serene comfort around many, sad souls would find comfort in knowing the sky is mourning with them, for them. Happy souls could find joy in the lines the raindrops left on windows, the little puddles that were always the best to jump in. It was as if the rain was meant for everyone and it truly was.

Humans and their little joys in life.

You smiled up at the sky as you stood there, waiting under a shelter because you had missed your bus due to staying at the library longer than usual to finish your final psychology essay.

You were glad you did grab an umbrella before you left the house that day but it still seemed as though the fury of the earth had not yet calmed and you knew your umbrella stood no chance in a war against the harsh droplets of rain.

Your eyes scanned your surrounding ahead of you and you raised an eyebrow when you saw something or rather someone sitting on a bench a bit further away.

Huh? How did I miss them? You thought as you wondered how you completely missed a human but then you realized it was probably your tired state.

You looked at your expensive and rather beautiful,black watch which your best friend, Heechan, had gotten for you as a present even though you insisted you didn't need such an expensive gift.

'11:37' it read and you looked up at the stranger again wondering why they'd be sitting outside in such a downfall at the late hours of the night.

As you took in their figure, you realized it was a man.

You began to notice his body language and it seemed...

It seemed like he was down.

You found irony as to how his sullen mood seemed to have matched the equally sullen weather.

You should follow the stranger danger rule, your mother had always taught you that. It was something you obeyed even till now, when you were a fully grown twenty three year old human being.

Yet you couldn't help but want to at least figure out why he'd been sitting in the pouring rain, with his narrowed eyes, you think it was probably from the droplets entering his eyes and him trying to keep them open.

And for once it seemed as though your gut agreed with your initial thoughts and you being sensible you decided to just go with it.

As you opened up your umbrella, you still mentally prepared to become soaked even though you prayed to the heavens to have a bit of empathy for you.

You began walking towards him slowly yet firmly, careful so as to not slip and have to have an embarrassing first impression on a complete stranger.

The water puddles splashed against your feet as you cringed at the way your long pants began feeling more and more wet making you now have second guesses as to whether it was really worth it to confront the stranger.

Son Heungmin had been sitting on the bench physically being present at the place, his clothes being drenched showing no emotions on his face as he stared at well...nothing.

Yet his mind seemed to have been doing all the hard work, contemplating, questioning, wandering as a million different thoughts flew around it yet the most prominent one stood.

Why?

A simple yet heavy question that laid on the tip of his tongue but it seemed it was as if his mouth protested against letting out any sort of sound so the question just laid on his tongue and mind feeling more and more weighty as time passed by.

Suddenly before he could even make out how there stood a figure infront of him his body seemed to have realised it firstly when it felt no more of the strident downpour on it.

It took him a second to focus on the pair of shoes in front of him and his gaze immediately moved upwards.

You stood there holding the umbrella barely being able to cover the both of you but you would rather it cover the strange man more due to just the purity of your heart even though your mind did rationalise it was pointless seeing he was already soaked but hey at least it was still something right?

Beautiful.

Was the first actual thought that had made sense to him since the entire day as he scanned your face. And it was true, you were indeed a beautiful person with delicate yet sharp features, lips that now barely had your favourite strawberry flavoured chapstick, eyes that seemed tired yet held a sort of concern which made Sonny's broken heart race as he realised it was towards him.

"Hey, uh not to sound rude or anything but are you actually planning your own death sir?!"

You said in a loud voice to make sure he had heard you through the sounds of splattering, your voice though loud was laced with concern as you were now fully able to see him.

Pretty.

Was your first thought when he looked up at you and you saw his facial features, even though his hair was wet, it seemed to be in a perfectly elegant style with a few strands poking out, and oh God.

His face. It was not like you had never seen anyone attractive in your life, you'd even go as far as saying you even dated a few attractive ones but he seemed to have literally looked like he came out of some sort of fairytale.

His eyes though, you thought were the prettiest. They seemed to have so many emotions swirling through them and under the dim street light you could make out a deep brown colour.His lips were a shade of rosy pink which made them look so ki-

You cleared your throat and once again prayed to your body to not let the warmth your heart was feeling rush to your cheeks.

Mentally cussing at your thoughts regarding a damn stranger, an attractive one, you asked once again

"Hey! I ask-"

"No." He replied to your previous question more firmly than he thought as though he was obligated to answer making you frown a bit at his snappy tone.

He registered your small frown and realised it sounded rude so he quickly cleared his throat and followed "Uh- i mean no, i am fine, t-thank you for asking."

He told softly as he looked away before he could feel his breathing increasing from staring at the small unknowingly pout which had formed on your face.

Fuck.

He didn't even know you but he still found you so...cute?

"You don't seem fine, and I'm not meaning to be protruding your...your space but just a suggestion, you should probably sit under the shelter if you're going to want to sulk more."

You put your free hand over your mouth quickly after registering what you had said in the end and immediately apologized

"SHI- I didn't mean-"

The man let out a chuckle at your kind yet blunt words and it seemed as though for a moment he forgot why he had been sitting there in the first place finding a sense of comfort from your kind eyes and warmly actions, as he replied

"Well since you so kindly asked, sure I'd love to sit there."

He finished with a small genuine smile knowing you were probably feeling awkward, hoping it'd convey the message he wanted to mentally.

And it seemed as though it did when you felt your own small smile forming as you saw how his eyes turned into tiny crescent moons as his cheeks slightly bunched up

"Sadly this umbrella isn't big enough for the both of us, how about a little sprinting?"

Hesitantly yet slowly you reached your hand out as to lift him up so you at least you'd both be able to stay under the small umbrella comfortably.

Raising an eyebrow at your hand, he thought oh what the heck as he placed his large hand in yours and it seemed as though it was meant to fit as cliche as it sounds as he tightened his hand because it felt more slippery from the rain.

Never in your life did you think you'd willingly hold hands with a stranger but here you were staring right into his softened gaze as you stared back for a few seconds before once again clearing your throat and moving to step beside him as you still held his hand by your side.

You turned your head towards him and said

"On the count of three, we make a run for it?"

He nodded registering your words and slowly a small grin once again formed on his face as he realised you two seemed like teenagers in a typical romcom film.

And you shared the same thought unknowingly as you began with a giddy grin

"one, two, THREE!"

You both made a run for it, trying to keep up with each other, tightly holding onto each other's hands and you couldn't help but laugh because it just felt like a typical scene from a cliche romcom.

Sonny didn't hold back his own laughter as he found yours to be contagious and sweet, he wanted to hear it over and over again.

You took a glance at him when you heard him laugh, feeling a bit better when it seemed as though his mood had changed and were quite proud of yourself, you'll admit.

And as you both reached the shelter, you put down your umbrella and stood to take a breath, you both looked at each other and you couldn't help but chuckle even more as you realised the umbrella seemed to be pointless when you touched your slightly wet forehead.

And in that moment, as he stood there with a complete stranger, Sonny seemed to have completely forgotten about his broken heart and he wished, oh he wished for you to be able to stay just a little longer.

Enough for it to heal back again so he can maybe one day be the reason for your beautiful laughter.

all written works as well as images and edits (unless credited) belong to pri. do not plagiarise, repost, re-edit or claim as yours. pics mostly found on pinterest.

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kmultismut · 1 year

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Date night with Heungmin Son

Genre: smut

Member: Heungmin Son x reader

You were getting ready for your date night with your boyfriend Heungmin Son. You already did your hair and got dressed. You were currently putting your makeup on in the bathroom. Heungmin walked towards the bathroom and stopped on the doorway, taking in your looks. You smiled as you saw him undressing you with his eyes. He walked towards you and stopped behind you. "You look amazing, darling.", he complimented you as he put his hands on your hips. He kissed your neck and you thanked him. He slowly lowered himself on his knees. "What are you doing?", you asked as you watched him through the mirror. "I can't keep my hands off you." He started pulling your dress up. "Baby, we have to go soon." "I'll be quick." He pulled your panties down your legs and spread your legs further apart. He massaged your butt cheeks as he stared at your p*ssy like he was obsessed. You bent over slightly to encourage him to start doing something except staring. "So pretty.", he mumbled to himself as he leaned in and licked a long stripe, starting from your clit. You both moaned at the same time. You moaned from pleasure, and he moaned from finally tasting you. He started sucking on your clit, making your moans even louder. "Oh, God, f*ck.", you moaned as you had to put your makeup brush down, because you couldn't focus anymore. You were sure that by now your arousal was dripping down his chin. The thought itself was enough to bring you close to the edge. You reached your hand down to interlock with his as you came on his tongue. He continued sucking on your clit until you had to push him away. You turned around and saw him looking up at you while breathing heavily. You ran your hand through his hair, fixing it for him. He wiped away your arousal with his hand and got up. He trapped you between his arms and you leaned in to kiss him. "I think you should cancel the reservation.", you said as you grabbed his hand pulling him towards the bedroom.

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sportswriters · 19 days

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welcome to sportswriters!

this account has two authors: ella, 25, she/her & namu, 24, she/her. we're from brazil. just two besties writing for fun since high school.

we're going to focus on writing football, ice hockey (nhl) and baseball (mlb) scenarios. feel free to request some ideas!

important: we don't write heavy topics such as death, tragedy, violence or bdsm. we also don't write ships between players.

here's the list of players we write for:

football

mason mount

rúben dias

phil foden

jude bellingham

aymeric laporte

joão félix

pablo gavi (no smut)

pedri gonzalez

aaron ramsdale (no smut)

kepa arrizabalaga

kai havertz

antoine griezmann

dominik szoboszlai

trent alexander-arnold

son heungmin

nhl

jeremy swayman

andrei svechnikov

jack drury

brady skjei (no smut)

jesperi kotkaniemi

anthony beauvillier

mlb (send requests!)

matt chapman

masterlist (soon!) | football fic recs | nhl fic recs

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dreamsinarcadia · 24 days

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Hypertension

Prompt: How can I not worry over the person I love the most?

In which Heung-min doesn’t know how not to hover after a visit to the doctor

pairing: sonny x wife!reader

warning: lots of silly grammatical errors that I just cannot find the energy to fix 🫶🏽

She found it near impossible not to love her husband when he was like this, fretting and almost pulling his hair out in worry - a little handsy, but only because he loved her far too much to let her go, to let her walk even five feet away from him.

It was impossible not to love him when he was all wide eyed and beaming bright enough to give the sun a challenge, warm and delightfully flushed (but again, because he loved her far too much to feel calm again).

In the hallway leading to their bedroom, Heung-min was practically skipping. He was also loud, more so than usual, his voice ricocheting off the walls and bouncing off the high ceiling. He was elated, practically demanding that their neighbours in the complex hear it as well, but this level of happiness at such a close proximity was borderline overwhelming.

Not overwhelming in a bad way, but a tidal wave of his affection, so she tried to move his hands from her waist as lightly as possible.

“Heung-min, you know that I can still walk, right?” she asked gently, trying so hard not to let a giggle break through her lips.

His hold on her waist remained firm as he walked behind to guide her in slow and purposeful steps. He hummed cheerfully and nodded in agreement. “I know.”

“Uh-huh, do you really?” she snorted, looking pointedly down at where the tips of his feet came into view between her own.

Playfully smacking his hands away to let them hover her hips instead, he couldn’t help but laugh as the ridiculousness of the situation slowly filtered into his head. “I know you can walk by yourself, but —”

“I’m pregnant, not terminally ill,” she reminded him with an arched brow.

Behind her, long limbs turned her own careful steps into a messy affair with him hot on her heels. The heat from his chest felt like she was pressed against a furnace, something that she never took for granted in the miserly weather of London. His palms, smooth and warm, slipped under the waistband of her pants to rub soothing circles into the flesh of her waist.

He was towering over her like a mother hen, encasing her in a protective shield to remind her that though she was more than capable on her own two feet, he was there to catch her at even the smallest hint of losing balance.

“Again, just pregnant, not terminally ill.”

Still, though Heung-min kept pace and somehow managed to inch even closer, as though he was trying to merge their bodies into one. “You know in some countries, they’re pretty much considered the same thing.”

She really had to stamp down the urge to roll her eyes. “Babe, we just saw the best doctor in London. I’m fine!”

Like words thrown at a brick wall.

Heung-min shrugged. “Hypertension.”

Having finally arrived at their bedroom, she plopped down on the bed and released a heavy sigh. Her husband knelt down in front of her, taking her hands into his own to press loving kisses into her palms.

For a moment, she remained quiet, having her fill of the closeness of his features. Her gaze walked over his skin, igniting a fire in the base of his spine, and she took her time. Then she leaned forward with a secret smile to press a quick kiss to the sunburn on the bridge of his nose. “What are you thinking about?” she asked.

He wiggled his brows.

“Pre-eclampsia.”

She had to cackle then, playfully shoving him away. “You’re so romantic.”

“It’s real!” He insisted, finally moving away to toss his wallet and keys onto his bedside table. “My love, it actually happens.”

Sensing that he was quickly losing his joviality, she gave him a gentle smile and walked over. “I know, but we have so much more time down the line to worry about that. I’m just six weeks in.”

Leaning up on her toes, her lips barely brushed his with the barest of touches, her hand running through his hair with purpose before pulling away altogether. “You don’t have to worry.”

Heung-min shoved his hands in his pockets as he leaned a shoulder on the doorway, admiring his wife and her body as though he could see beyond her clothes, beyond her skin. Every fibre of his being was utterly devoted to all of her, she could feel the tidal wave of devotion that flowed from his heart directly into her own, turning his arms into a safe haven for all her wayward worries and dreams.

“I know,” he said with a tilt of his head. “How can I not worry over the person I love the most?”

He reached out to take her hand and pull her up against him. His hands settled comfortably on either side of her waist and he took a moment to relish the feeling of the soft cotton of her shirt against his palms. They stayed like that for a few minutes before she was waddling out of the room with him pressed against her back like velcro, leading him into the empty room that had previously been saved as an office space.

It had a new, more wholesome purpose now.

Heung-min looked up at the ceiling and then his eyes moved down the walls and the doors before they finally landed on the floors, taking in the sleek oak. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. "Yeah, this is going to be a lot of work," he said. “Unless our baby is going to work in a corporate office the first day out of the hospital, we need to start planning out an actual nursery.”

“We’re going to have to decorate a nursery,” she hummed.

“…for a baby,” he mumbled into her hair thoughtfully. “Our baby.”

Oh.

It was happening.

Parenthood.

She twisted around to face him and found herself—not for the first time—overwhelmed by a heady mixture of giddy happiness and tender affection. That had been happening with a frequency as of late, but while her friends told her that she was still under the spell of being a newlywed, she suspected that it would always be the case when Heung-min was just so excited about the prospect of being a father. She reflexively tightened her grip on his hands, which drew his attention down to her. "We’re going to be parents," she told him.

He beamed down at her, lifting a hand to tuck some loose strands of her hair behind one of her ears and tipped his head to one side. "You’re going to be a mom.”

She smiled even wider and curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt so she could hold him that much closer to her. "And you’re going to be a dad.”

He chuckled and the sound reverberated through his chest and into hers and to the very tips of her toes. She closed her eyes and tried to just soak him in as one of his hands threaded through her hair to hold the back of her head. Then the bow of his mouth pressed to her forehead.

She pressed her face into the fabric of his shirt and let out a long breath when Heung-min folded his long arms around her. She could practically hear the sound of their child somewhere off and away from the house and she couldn't help but smile to herself. Change had never much agreed with her in the past, but after changing her mind, a change of heart, and finally changing her surname she didn't think she minded it so much. She had someone to lay roots down with and hang onto through the worst of anything.

Worth it, she thought to herself. Nothing had ever been so worth it.

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arenaofimagination · 18 days

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Son Heung-min: Famous Love

Heung-min POV

In the dazzling realm of football, where the spotlight never flickers, I find myself entangled in the challenges of love. My name is Son Heung-min, and every kick I make on the field is scrutinized, every goal celebrated, and every misstep magnified. The beautiful game is my passion, my life, but it comes with a price - the scrutiny that extends beyond the pitch, piercing into the delicate fabric of my personal life.

S/n is the heartbeat of my existence, a melody that complements the thunderous cheers of the stadium. We embarked on this journey together, navigating the labyrinth of love amidst the chaos of fame. She is my sanctuary, the one who sees beyond the jersey and into the soil beneath. But as the world fixates on every move I make; our love faces challenges that only the brave dare to confront.

The stadium roars with anticipation as I step onto the pitch, the familiar hum of excitement echoing through my veins. The game unfolds like a well-choreographed dance, and I lose myself in the rhythm of the sport. Yet, even in the midst of this passionate pursuit, my thoughts often drift to S/n. She is the silent spectator, watching from the sidelines as I weave through defenders and aim for the goal.

Love is a fragile thing, susceptible to the harsh winds of public opinion. The media dissects our relationship, turning the pages of our story into headlines that scream for attention. "Heung-min's Love Struggles!" they proclaim, as if our private battles are mere entertainment for the masses. It becomes a constant juggling act - balancing the demands of my career with the need for a refuge in S/n's embrace.

The challenges of love intensify when every move is scrutinized, every smile analyzed. A simple dinner date turns into a spectacle, with cameras flashing and questions probing. We navigate this surreal landscape together, clinging to the authenticity of our connection amid the artificiality that fame imposes. It's a delicate dance, one that requires trust and resilience.

S/n, with her grace and poise, becomes the unsung hero of this narrative. She endures the whispers, the intrusive gazes, and the judgmental glares with a quiet strength that only deepens my love for her. It's a love that transcends the glossy magazine covers and the trending hashtags – a love that finds solace in the quiet moments, away from the prying eyes of the world.

As I score goals and bask in the adoration of fans, S/n stands by me, a pillar of unwavering support. But the distance between the spotlight and the shadows is vast, and sometimes, it feels like I'm reaching across an unbridgeable gap. The challenges of love become more pronounced as expectations and pressures mount. Can love truly thrive under the relentless gaze of a scrutinizing world?

One evening, as the city lights glittered below and the moon cast its gentle glow, S/n and I found ourselves on the rooftop of our secret sanctuary. Away from the cameras, the noise, and the judgment, we rediscovered the simplicity of just being together. The challenges of love melted away in the warmth of shared laughter and stolen kisses. In those stolen moments, we realized that our love was not defined by the world but by the genuine connection we shared.

However, the world is a persistent intruder, always knocking on the door of our private haven. Rumors and speculations swirl around us like a tempest, threatening to tear down the walls we've built around our love. In the face of such storms, we cling to each other, our love an anchor that grounds us amidst the chaos.

I find solace in the fact that S/n understands the demands of my profession. She comprehends the allure of the spotlight and the toll it takes on a person's soul. Yet, understanding does not shield us from the challenges of love when every moment is subjected to public scrutiny. The balance between fame and intimacy becomes a tightrope walk, and at times, it feels like one misstep could send everything crashing down.

The insecurities creep in, fueled by the whispers of critics and the relentless comparisons. Does my love for S/n pale in comparison to the love the world showers upon me? Am I enough for her in the face of constant adoration from fans? These doubts become the shadows that linger even in the brightest moments of our love story.

As the seasons change, so do the challenges. The highs and lows of my career mirror the ebbs and flows of our relationship. There are moments of triumph, where love feels invincible, and there are moments of despair, where the weight of expectations threatens to suffocate us. In those trying times, we learn to communicate, to listen, and to hold onto each other with a fierce determination.

Love, it turns out, is a marathon rather than a sprint. It's a journey of endurance, resilience, and unwavering commitment. The challenges of love in the spotlight are not a sign of weakness but a testament to the strength of the bond that S/n and I share. Our love is not defined by the applause of the crowd but by the quiet conversations in the stillness of the night.

Through the victories and defeats, the cheers, and jeers, we discover the true essence of love – a flame that flickers but never extinguishes. The challenges of love in the spotlight become the threads that weave a tapestry of resilience, commitment, and, above all, authenticity. In the end, as we stand together, hand in hand, we realize that our love story is not just ours but a testament to the enduring power of love in the face of the world's relentless gaze.

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fruithoshi · 1 year

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glossyblue · 24 days

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"FADING LOVE"

glossyblue: hi, everyone🙋🏻‍♀️. Hope you enjoy it:)💓 *English is not my first language*

Summary: Their problems are getting more serious day by day. And they can't be the same like before.

Pairing: Son Heung Min × Y/N

Y/N and Heung Min had once been the epitome of a perfect couple. Their days were filled with laughter, love, and unwavering support for each other. However, as Heung Min's career in football soared to new heights, their once vibrant relationship began to show signs of strain. As the days passed by in their luxurious home, a palpable tension hung in the air between Heung Min and Y/N. They moved through the rooms like strangers, their once lively conversations reduced to mere murmurs of daily routines. One evening, as they sat at the dinner table, the silence between them was deafening. Y/N cleared her throat, breaking the monotony. "How was training today?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Heung Min glanced up from his plate, his eyes tired. "It was fine," he replied curtly, his attention already drifting back to his phone.

As the days turned into weeks, and then months, the couple found themselves drifting apart. What was once a warm and affectionate relationship had now become distant and cold. Their conversations, once filled with excitement and passion, had now dwindled into mere exchanges of pleasantries. Everything between them was vague and unknown, one day they didn't talk to each other at all, the other day they only said a few short words! Both getting tired and feeling like nothing is ever going to be the same. It was 5 o'clock in the evening and they were both preparing to go to their friends party, Heung Min had prepared earlier and was waiting for his wife in the yard. Y/n was getting ready, she didn't know why she was so upset, she just knew that she hadn't dressed like that for a long time and hadn't taken care of herself. She went down the stairs and took her bag,She went to her husband, he didn't say anything special when he saw his wife, but it was clear from his look that he was enjoying such a beautiful woman. They arrived there. But everything was boring for Y/N and she was tired. So she just try to check her phone.

She was checking her phone when she felt a hand around her neck, she looked to her side, it was Heung Min! She looked at him with surprise and said: "What do you want?" Heung Min paused and looked into his wife's eyes: "You." She smiled and said: "Are you drunk? I saw you were drinking with your friends." He nodded his head and said, "No, You are very beautiful." She looked at him and grinned again, "You're really drunk." Heung min sighed loudly and said, "Ah, why do you keep saying i'm drunk?... I'm sober... You know I don't drink much." "It's strange, now you know you have a beautiful wife?" Heung min pressed her shoulder and said, "Don't start." She said: "I don't feel like arguing." His hand, which was on her shoulder, was moving on her bare arm, and his caresses reached to her waist and hips. She couldn't move or separate from him, because the others would definitely see, he also knew and used this opportunity. He said quietly in her ear: "You are always pushing me at home." She gave a fake smile and said: "I don't want to, you make me to do it." He smelled her hair and said: "I wanna fuck you and sleep with you." Everything was so different! All this caressing now wants a sex after three months! She looked at him and said, "You know that--" He didn't want to let her say the rest and said: "We will talk at home."

After arriving home, Heung Min couldn't control himself. He went towards his wife and kissed her. She hesitated, "Let's not do this, we both know this relationship is without love." Heung Min took Y/N's hands and pulled her closer to him. "Don't make me use force," he said. She couldn't resist herself either and eventually felt herself on the bed. Heung Min kissed Y/N in a way that seemed like he was going to do it for the last time. His wife accompanied him. His hand went towards Y/N dress strap, tore it apart, and started a night that would soon come to an end. While feeling the warmth of each other's presence, they sometimes exchanged short words. But all passed with moans, the sound of their bodies colliding, and Y/N saying "Hyung Min." They had never had anything colder than this sex before. They both knew those moments were only temporary and tomorrow morning they would become strangers again, but they still wanted to enjoy every last moment with each other.

As Days passed the distance between them grew, their physical intimacy became a mere facade of the passion they once shared. Their moments of closeness were overshadowed by an underlying sense of emptiness, leaving both Y/N and Heung Min feeling more isolated than ever.Their attempts at rekindling their connection often led to fleeting moments of desperate and unfulfilling encounters, leaving them both yearning for the emotional closeness that had long evaded them.

7 days later... Amidst the growing chasm in their relationship, Y/N made the heart-wrenching decision to file for divorce. The revelation shook Heung Min to his core, as he grappled with the realization that the love he held dear was slipping through his fingers. "I can't do this anymore, Heung Min. I need to find my happiness again." "Please, Y/N. Don't give up on us. I'll make it right, I swear." She said, "No, I can't. just come and finish it." He laughed out of frustration and said, "It's impossible... I can't let you go." "I don't want this relationship,this life with you anymore." She went into the room and closed the door. He shouted and said, "Never... You know I will never let this happen."

Maybe hours had passed when Y/N had imprisoned herself in the room and said nothing... Heung Min had gone to training,So she came out of the room and looked at the broken plate on the ground. On the other hand, Hyung Min couldn't concentrate at all and always made a mistake until Richarlison asked him, "What's wrong? Are you okay?" He said, "I'm fine, nothing's wrong." And he left there earlier than the others! The same Heung Min who was the last one to leave the training ground! When he arrived home, he didn't say anything and didn't even look at Y/N. Until he saw her packing her things. He leaned against the door and said, "What are you doing?" "I'm packing my things, can't you see?" Out of frustration, he clenched his fist and said, "I told you, you can't leave." She stood up and said, "Please, stop. Let's finish this." He smiled and said, "What? Now that you've taken over my whole life? Because of you, I can't concentrate, you know today because of you, damn I couldn't do anything, I messed up all the training, why do you make everything harder?" She said, "What? ... Am I making it hard or are you? Are you still thinking about your own training and life? You don't make any move to help me or try to make everything better, you just think about yourself and your work and keep saying you can fix it, so when? How long should I wait for you? what is this relationship for you? Do you want my whole life to slip away because of you, just as your work is important to you, my life is important to me." Y/N walked away and went to cry in the bathroom and didn't let him see her tears! Their arguments became more frequent, each one laced with unspoken regrets and unaddressed grievances. The once harmonious household now echoed with the remnants of shattered dreams and unspoken apologies. AndOne fateful day, Y/N made the agonizing choice to leave their home in London, seeking solace in a world far removed from the shattered fragments of their love. As she walked away, the weight of their unresolved conflicts hung heavily in the air, leaving Heung Min to confront the stark reality of a life without the woman he had once loved so deeply. As the door closed behind her, the echoes of their fractured love lingered in the empty spaces they once shared, a poignant reminder of the love that had slowly slipped away.

With Y/N's departure weighing heavily on his heart, Heung Min embarked on a relentless pursuit to win back the love he had let slip through his fingers. Determined to right the wrongs and bridge the chasm that had torn them apart, he set out on a journey of redemption. After a lot of effort and asking for permission from her parents, he got the permission to go and bring her back. He knew where she was, and with the first flight, he went to bring his life back. Upon reaching Y/N's hometown, Heung Min sought to convey the depth of his remorse and the sincerity of his desire to make amends. He poured his heart into a heartfelt letter, laying bare his vulnerabilities and regrets, in a bid to express the depths of his love and the magnitude of his mistakes. "Y/N, I know I've made mistakes, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn back your trust and love. Please give me a chance to show you how much you mean to me." He gave it to the housekeeper to give it to his wife. His words echoed with the raw emotions that had long remained unspoken, carrying with them the weight of his longing and the fervor of his plea for forgiveness. In a grand gesture of love and devotion, Heung Min orchestrated a series of heartfelt surprises, each one meticulously crafted to reflect the cherished moments they had once shared. From recreating their first date to revisiting the places that held significance in their love story, every detail was thoughtfully designed to reignite the flickering embers of their once passionate romance. "Y/N, remember this place? This is where we shared our first kiss. Let's create new memories together, ones filled with love and understanding." His efforts were a testament to the depth of his commitment and the fervency of his love, as he sought to erase the shadows of their past and pave the way for a future filled with renewed hope and unwavering devotion. Amidst the backdrop of their shared memories and the echoes of their enduring love, Y/N found herself gradually thawing the walls she had erected around her wounded heart. Heung Min's unwavering persistence and genuine displays of contrition began to chip away at the barriers that had kept them apart, allowing the warmth of their love to seep back into their fractured bond. "Heung Min, I see now how much you've changed and how much you're willing to fight for us. I'm willing to give us another chance." And these were the words that Heung Min heard from his wife after a lot of effort. Their reconciliation was a testament to the resilience of love and the transformative power of forgiveness, as they embraced each other amidst the backdrop of their shared history, ready to embark on a new chapter imbued with the promise of a love rekindled.

As the sun set over the tranquil landscape of Y/N's hometown in Korea, Y/N and Heung Min stood hand in hand, their eyes reflecting the profound journey they had undertaken to reclaim their love. "Heung Min, I never thought we'd find our way back to each other, but here we are." "I promised you that I would fight for us, and I intend to keep that promise every single day. Our love is worth every effort." Their embrace was a testament to the enduring strength of their bond, a love that had weathered the storms of doubt and despair, emerging stronger and more resilient than ever before.In that moment, as the stars illuminated the night sky, Y/N and Heung Min embarked on a new beginning, one filled with the unwavering commitment to cherish and nurture the love that had once faltered but had now found its way back home. Their love story, marked by trials and tribulations, served as a poignant reminder that true love, when nurtured with patience and unwavering dedication, has the power to transcend even the most formidable obstacles, illuminating the path towards a future brimming with endless possibilities.

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[ ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS ]

couple: son heungmin x female reader rating: PG-13 request: "Son Heung-Min imagine about spending Christmas with Sonny? Like decorating the house together, cooking and just holiday themed fluff" tags: established couple, kissing, Christmas festivities, mentions about being "naked" but no one is actually naked LOL, brief talks about "the future", just 5.3k of holiday fluff LOL enjoy! notes: please enjoy some fluff on christmas eve lol. also at one point in the story, i've included a little link to a funny surprise (marked by an asterisk). please click if you want to spread some more joy in your life! :) enjoy!

It was born three weeks ago. This tiny nugget of an idea – barely anything there; no weight, just sleepy thinking and a glimmer of hope.

Three weeks ago, you had been curled up on your couch with Heungmin, sleepy and soft in his arms as an old movie played on the TV screen. He had still been running on Qatar time then and the only thing playing at that hour was a claymation stop-motion Rudolph film. You had already tuned it out by then, focused only on the steady rise and fall of his chest as you dozed off when – suddenly –

“I’ve never really had a Christmas like that.”

You had blinked your eyes open blearily. His gaze was focused on the TV screen.

Claymation Rudolph was galloping throughout a fully dressed and decorated house, knocking over strings of tinsel and popcorn and cranberries. Through your sleep-drunk eyes, you could see a claymation tree. Stockings by the fireplace. Claymation presents wrapped in festive paper and bows.

You had bumped your nose under Heungmin’s chin.

(A tiny little nugget of an idea…)

“Never?” You had repeated after him, voice thick with sleep.

Heungmin had shifted in his seat, looking away from the movie to smile down at you instead, expression unbearably soft.

“Never,” he had laughed, giving you a tight squeeze that you could still feel if you thought about it hard enough now. He had laughed as he had straightened up afterwards that night too. “Now let’s get you to bed.”

(A tiny, teeny idea that was beginning to take shape, take root, blooming into a tiny, teeny snowflower…)

“Never ever?” You had asked again, sleepily allowing Heungmin to pull you to your feet. Never ever.

The rest of the night had been a sleepy haze after that – you’re sure he must’ve led you upstairs at some point – but one thing still stood out.

The idea was there. The idea had taken root.

Just sleepy thinking and a glimmer of hope.

“You’re gonna do what?”

Daniel’s voice is incredulous on the other end of the line; you can practically feel his disapproval and disbelief through your earbuds themselves.

You frown, grabbing another bag of gift bows from the shelf and tossing them into your shopping cart. You don’t appreciate his tone of voice.

“I’m going to give Heungmin a traditional Christmas!”

“...You’re gonna do what????”

“I’m not repeating myself AGAIN, Daniel,” you groan, wheeling your cart around to head back towards the decorations aisle. You would need another box of lights. “Can you please just tell me if you approve of the menu I sent you or not?”

Daniel sighs a deep, suffering kind of sigh.

You huff again.

“Love, you know I adore you,” Daniel finally replies, voice careful but firm. “But I, in good consciousness as one of Heungmin’s trained dieticians, cannot allow you to cook anything for him. List or no list.”

“Daniel!” You whine, stopping in your tracks – only to have three carts behind you nearly crash into one another at the abrupt halt. One woman knocks over a display of marshmallows. You grimace and offer her an apologetic smile before trying to wheel away once more.

“And you can try asking any of the nutritionists on the team, they will all agree,” Daniel continues as you flag a left into an abandoned paper towels aisle. “You are not allowed to cook him anything.”

“But I chose a menu that would fit his dietary restrictions,” you try again, unhappy.

Daniel does not budge.

“It’s not his dietary restrictions that I’m worried about, love,” Daniel tuts. “It’s you. You’re a fire hazard. You should be written into his insurance policy.”

“I take great offense to that, I hope you know,” you retort back.

“I know,” he replies dryly without missing a beat. “And you’re still not allowed to cook for him.”

There’s a finality in his voice that you know better than to argue with. That doesn’t mean you need to like it though.

You huff childishly. Daniel merely laughs.

“Look, I think it’s absolutely wonderful that you want to throw Heungmin a traditional Christmas. I am certain he will love it and have a blast,” Daniel says, voice much more encouraging now. “Why don’t you order food for him instead. There’s more to Christmas than just a homecooked meal, love!”

You stare down at your shopping cart, overflowing with Christmas decorations, cookie cutters, ornaments, and bows. You have no idea.

“I know, I know,” you finally concede with a sigh. “I just wanted to do everything with him.”

“Trust me, darling,” Daniel suddenly laughs on the other end of the line. “I’m sure you have plenty of activities planned for him. Focus your energy on those activities – not ones that will give him food poisoning. Or a second-degree burn. Or both–”

“HANGING UP ON YOU NOW, GOODBYE!”

You can hear his keys jangling at the front entrance and you rush to open the door before he can.

You open the door a crack, just wide enough to stick your head out.

“Welcome home!”

Heungmin stares at you in confusion, keys still in his hand. He’s dressed casually, fresh off of practice, hair still slightly damp from a recent shower, duffle bag slung over his shoulder. His brow furrows when you clearly make no further moves to open the door any wider.

“Thank… you?” he replies cautiously, eyeing you. You channel your inner Daniel and do not budge.

“So,” you begin awkwardly. “I did a thing.”

Heungmin’s furrowed brow only deepens.

“A thing,” he repeats after you. You nod energetically.

“It’s nothing bad. I promise.”

A pause, and then:

“...Are you naked?” Heungmin asks finally.

“Wh–what??” You nearly choke on your own tongue, coughing in surprise. Heungmin takes the moment when he sees it, immediately jamming one foot into the crack in the door and forcing it open with his leg in one fell swoop.

You’re still sputtering as you step back, allowing him to open the door as wide as it’ll go, fully revealing your flat inside:

The entire apartment is filled to the brim with boxes and bags of overflowing Christmas decorations and gifts. You had started to hang a few garlands but had given up – Heungmin’s height would help with that later – and you had positioned the tree already in the corner of the room. A fake fire was roaring to life on the TV screen. Glitter and tinsel covered nearly every surface. Boxes of every kind of cookie available to man covered your dining room table.

Heungmin stands in your doorway, confused expression morphing into one of complete surprise.

“What… is all of this?”

You shut the door behind him, finally recovering from the naked comment, your cheeks already flushed as you let him inside.

“Well, a few weeks ago you said you’d never had a… a real traditional Christmas,” you mumble, tucking your hair behind your ear defensively. Your hand comes away with glitter on it too. You hide it behind your back nervously. Heungmin is still looking at you expectantly. “I know you’ve devoted your whole life to football. Your childhood, your family, your life. All of your memories revolve around football.”

Heungmin’s gaze, which had been rapidly scanning the entire winter wonderland surrounding him, slowly stops and lands on you instead. You blush even deeper now with his eyes on you. You don’t look away though. You could never look away from him.

“I wanted to give you a new memory,” you explain quietly. Heungmin outstretches his arms to you and you fall into him immediately, like two magnets drawn together. You fit into his open arms easily, your own wrapping around his waist as you tilt your head up to look at him. He continues to look down at you with a strange, awestruck kind of softness. “I wanted to give you a traditional Christmas memory. That’s all.”

“This is all for me?” he asks softly, arms warm around you. He smells of his soap and cologne and you shiver as the scent wraps around you too.

“Yes,” you whisper. “This is all for you.”

The smile he gives you in return is so bright and so full of love that you feel beyond thankful to even be here to witness it.

Everything is for you.

“Now let’s go! We have a full night ahead of us!!”

You return his smile with one of your own, untangling from him only to grab his hand instead. He lets you, laughing as you drag him along.

“Lead the way!”

“First, we change.”

You push a pile of clothes into Heungmin’s arms. He doesn’t even bother looking at the clothes, merely smiling down at you instead.

“I’m guessing I have no say in this?”

“Smart man,” you grin widely, giving his butt a pat when he turns to shuffle towards your bedroom. This only makes him pause though, as he levels you with a look.

“You aren’t coming with me?”

“And miss the grand reveal?” you shake your head, giving his butt another purposeful pat. “Nope. No way. Now go!”

He wrinkles his nose at you but makes a move on without much complaint otherwise. As he changes, you quickly throw on your own outfit in the bathroom. You’re just tying the drawstring into a bow when you hear him calling from you just outside the door.

“Coming!” you yell, throwing the door open to pop out as well.

He stands in front of you and you stand in front of him.

The two of you stare at each other – in exact matching pajamas – red reindeer bottoms and a hideous red and green knit holiday sweater, complete with little bells sewn into the front.

To say that Heungmin falls over laughing* is an understatement.

He erupts with laughter at the sight of you – the volume only rising when you, very intentionally, flick one of the bells sewn over your middle. His face is pink with laughter as he clutches at his stomach and you let the happy, happy sound fuel you forward.

“Onto the next!!!”

“Now it’s time for the tree,” you say firmly.

Heungmin stares at the huge balsam fir that takes up nearly half of the living room.

“How did you even get this in here?” he asks, eyeing the tree up and down. It’s easily over 2 meters tall.

“I dragged it in here,” you shrug, opening a box of Christmas lights to begin unraveling. You hand Heungmin one end and gesture for him to begin dressing the tree. He awkwardly unravels the tangle of lights and begins to drape it around the tree with wide, uneven W’s. You hold back a laugh but let him continue, trying your best to mask it.

He doesn't buy it.

“Are you laughing at me!” he exclaims, giving you a pointed look as he makes another ugly loop around the tree with the lights.

“No!” you stifle a laugh, feigning nonchalance. Heungmin merely sniffs at you for a moment before continuing his merry way, resuming his ugly draping of lights around the tree.

“It’s not my fault if this comes out ugly,” he says matter-of-factly. “I’ve never done this before. I get a free pass.”

This stops your laughter. You look at him curiously.

You had known you were going to be giving him his first traditional Christmas – but… never done this before?

“You never decorated a tree before?” you ask curiously, reaching for a box of ornaments. “Your family had a Christmas tree before though, right?”

Heungmin shrugs, having reached the end of his line of Christmas lights. He reaches for another box – this time in a mismatched shade – blinking rainbow lights shining up at you when he plugs it into the end of where he had left off.

“You know my dad. He hates clutter. He always has,” he laughs wryly. “My family never had a Christmas tree.”

Oh. Heungmin’s father was one of the strictest humans you had ever come across. Razor sharp and unimaginably disciplined. The stony faced man had gone through hell and back to care for his son. You knew Heungmin had attributed almost all of his success to his father and you knew that they loved each other in the very fiercest way.

But, you realize, while he is the father who dragged Heungmin to the very top of Mount Everest with his bare hands – he is not the father who would allow Heungmin to have a Christmas mess in his living room or a crooked, ugly Christmas tree in the foyer.

You hold out a box of ornaments to Heungmin suddenly. It’s a box of varying plastic penguins dressed in Christmas sweaters.

“You get a free pass,” you say very seriously, in full agreement now.

Heungmin raises an amused brow at you. You nod down at the ornaments in your hands, motioning for him to take it once he’s finished with the lights.

“Thanks–”

“...You can make this tree as ugly as you want and I won’t say a word.”

“HEY!”

An hour later, your tree is finished. It tilts very heavily to the left, thanks to the copious amount of lights Heungmin has hung there, but besides that you think it’s pretty respectable! It’s covered in a myriad of ornaments, ranging from the Christmas penguins to classic red and green balls and pinecones.

For the hour following, Heungmin has also been stringing up all the garlands you had given up on before he came over, carefully fastening them to the ceilings, the doorways, the cabinets – anywhere you ask.

As the second hour comes to an end, Heungmin wipes the sweat from his brow and gives you a very pointed look.

“I’m starting to think that this is less for me and more for your decorating needs instead,” he teases.

“Oh no, you got me,” you tease right back, opening your arms to him. He makes a face as he falls forward, pretending to grumble as he presses a kiss into your glitter-strewn hair. You take a moment to stroke at his back, following the dip of his spine right down the middle, the muscles in his back shifting and moving at the touch.

“But look how pretty it is now,” you murmur, pressing your cheek to his chest. You stare at the handiwork that the two of you have put together.

The tree seems to glimmer even brighter, as if it knows you two are looking, and the mismatched lights and hodgepodge of ornaments all look perfect. They all look as if they belong.

“Not bad for my first tree, eh?” Heungmin gives your side a little nudge.

“Not bad at all,” you agree with a small smile, nuzzling closer. “I think we’re just about done with decorating actually.”

This causes him to pause. He pulls back to give you a wary look.

“Just about? I thought we were done! You said the popcorn tinsel was the last thing!”

You wave him off, slipping out of his arms to hunt down the box you had set aside earlier, before his arrival.

“It’s one teensy tiny thing. I promise it won’t be hard. I can even be the one who hangs it up!”

He looks unconvinced, waiting where you had left him, still aglow with the warm light of the Christmas tree. You roll your eyes as you walk back over, the last box in your hands.

“See, it’s so small that it fits in here,” you say reassuringly.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Heungmin continues to tease, crossing his arms over his chest. “Open it. Let’s see what’s inside.”

With a flourish, you open the gift lid – to reveal a sprig of mistletoe sitting in a bed of cotton. A small red bow is tied to the end. You lift it up by the hook hanging off the end of it and dangle it in front of Heungmin pointedly.

“See! Last thing!”

Heungmin’s expression transforms from teasing to curious immediately. He stares at the little sprig in confusion.

“Is this a part of the tree? Is this special?”

You tilt your head at him curiously.

“You don’t know what this is?”

He shakes his head.

Of course.

Suddenly, you feel slightly shy. With pink cheeks, you shuffle over to the hallway archway, reaching up on your tippy toes, trying to hook it onto the awning. Heungmin immediately steps forward, grabbing it and hooking it for you, one arm around your waist as he loops it easily right in the center of the archway.

“Is it something special? Is this another Christmas thing?”

You nod, chewing on your bottom lip absently. Once the mistletoe is hanging securely, he wraps both arms around you to hold you properly, clearly waiting for an explanation.

You flush under his expectant gaze.

“It’s a… very well-known tradition. It’s called – Christmas mistletoe,” you force yourself to keep his gaze, looking up into his curious, happy eyes. “When two people walk through a doorway and find mistletoe above them, they’re supposed to…”

“Supposed to…?” Heungmin prompts. “Say Merry Christmas?”

You don’t bother with an answer at first.

Instead, you stand back up on your tippy toes and lean forward, pressing one hand to his muscled chest for leverage and the other carefully cupping his cheek as you press a soft kiss to his lips. The kiss is chaste, barely there, sweet and innocent in its own way – as if you haven’t kissed a million times before.

When you pull back, you’re pink from head to toe and Heungmin’s eyes are closed, lips still pursed, as if waiting for another.

You lick your lips, stifling a laugh.

“They’re supposed to kiss.”

Heungmin’s eyes slowly open at this.

“Anytime… two people walk under the mistletoe, they’re supposed to kiss?” he confirms one more time, gaze more focused on your lips than your eyes now. You grow even pinker in the cheeks, if possible.

“Yes.”

Suddenly, Heungmin pulls you even closer, arms circling your waist, pulling you in so close until you’re flush against him. You shiver, full body, at the touch. This only makes him sigh, pleased, as he nudges his nose against yours, breath warm against your cheek.

“I think I prefer this over the tree,” Heungmin murmurs. “Next year can we just have a house full of mistletoe instead?”

“Are you saying you don’t appreciate all of our hard work here?” you tease, pressing another soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. His hands travel down from your waist to the band of your reindeer pajama bottoms, thumbing at the fabric with purpose.

He stops at your joke though and pulls back just enough so that you can see his face, open and honest and true.

“No, I appreciate all of this,” he replies seriously – so seriously that you aren’t sure if you should melt or laugh. “I appreciate all of this so much.”

“Oh sweetheart,” you can’t help but say, voice softening. “I know. I know you do.”

He wraps his arms around you once more, grip tight and secure.

“I’ve never had someone who wanted to give me a memory like this before. No friends who would think to do this. Not my family, either,” he murmurs. “I love them. So much. But they aren’t like this. They aren’t like you.”

“Like me?”

Heungmin nods, gaze never leaving yours.

“You’re full of light. So full of light. You make every moment bright.”

Something tugs at your heart, so pure and real. This is a precious, happy moment, a voice seems to say in the very back of your mind. Hold onto this. Remember this.

“I’m not always full of light. I’m human too, you know. With bad days and cranky moments, just like anyone else. But…” You burrow in closer, holding on tight. “You make it easy to feel bright again.”

You make it so easy to be happy.

It takes a very long time to drag Heungmin away from the mistletoe. You make a mental note to buy a few more to hang up – if he doesn’t beat you to it, that is.

Next, is time in the kitchen.

Heungmin stares down at the dining room table. Amidst all the cookie tins on the table is your entire holiday meal spread for him…

Printed out on paper, with bright color ink.

He stares at the pictures of food arranged neatly on the table.

He stares at you in confusion after.

“Daniel told me I’m not allowed to cook for you,” you sniff, crossing your arms over your chest. “So I ordered dinner. We’ll have steak. It should be here in an hour.”

Heungmin keeps a straight face.

For one second, and then another…

By the third, he’s erupted into laughter again, nearly laughing so hard that tears form in his eyes as he reaches for you with one hand and reaches for the picture of mashed potatoes you’d printed out haphazardly. He misses both and nearly falls over, grabbing onto the back of one of your dining room chairs for leverage.

“It’s not funny!” You whine, taking a purposeful swipe at his ankle with your slippered foot.

He nods, still hiccuping with laughter, as he reaches for you, attempting to give you a comforting hug that means very little when he’s laughing so incessantly.

“I know, I know, sweetheart,” he chokes out, rubbing his face into your hair, his laughter vibrating right down from your head to your fingers and toes. You try not to let your pout fall away with all your might. “It’s okay, you know I love steak. I’m excited.”

You finally relent, starting to raise your arms up to hug him back when he reaches into his pocket with one hand to grab his phone. You look at him curiously as he keeps one arm looped around your hips and the other tapping on his phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Texting Daniel to tell him thanks for saving my life.”

“SON HEUNGMIN–”

The two of you decorate cookies as you wait for the food to arrive.

You choose two gingerbread men while Heungmin works on an entire gingerbread house alone instead.

After drawing on frosting buttons for one, you add a dollop of frosting to your index finger to taste for yourself.

Heungmin pretends not to notice.

“I will not let you seduce me away from this house, I’m creating a masterpiece,” he says suddenly, voice firm.

“What did I do?” you ask as innocently as you can. You stare back at him, finger in your mouth, the frosting sweet on your tongue.

He clicks his tongue at you disapprovingly.

“First you greet the door naked and now–”

You sputter at this, choking on the icing.

“I was not naked!!”

“Well, you should’ve been!”

“What even IS this argument?” you shake your head, exasperated, reaching for a napkin to wipe your finger off. Heungmin merely grins, expertly tossing a gumdrop at you with infuriating precision. It hits you right in the cheek and you groan, brushing the sugar off your cheek with a huff.

“You love me,” he teases, grinning at you from behind his gingerbread house. You roll your eyes, standing up to walk over to his side of the dining table, bracing one arm over the back of his chair and pressing your side into his arm. One arm automatically reaches for you, as if on instinct. He pulls you into his lap and you slide in easily, perching on one muscled thigh as he presents his gingerbread house to you.

“Look,” he says proudly, gesturing to his confectionary masterpiece. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

He’s decorated the house to the fullest extent, using every packet and tube of icing you had and adding every kind of candy humanly possible. You’re not sure how the gingerbread house is still standing. It really should’ve collapsed from the weight of all the candies hanging off of it.

He points excitedly at the little garden he’s created out of marshmallows.

“Look, they’ll be able to grow treats too.”

You can’t help but laugh, resting your cheek against his shoulder as he points next to the huge chunks of blue cotton candy along the border of his cookieboard.

“I made a moat.”

He’s right, you really do love this man.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling in closer.

“It’s beautiful,” you agree, pressing a kiss onto his neck as you snuggle in. Heungmin’s arms are strong when they wrap around you.

“Are you done with your gingerbread people?”

“I am,” you nod, wishing you had brought over your tube of frosting. It would’ve been so sweet. Would’ve tasted nicer off of Heungmin’s neck too.

(Maybe he was right. Maybe you should’ve been naked. Oops.)

“Did you name them yet?” Heungmin asks, stroking your back soothingly.

“No, not yet,” you hum, licking the sugar off your lips thoughtfully. “Do you want to name the gingerbread kids?”

“Nope,” Heungmin responds immediately. “I have two names but I’m not giving them to the gingerbread people.”

You give his shoulders a squeeze.

“Why not?”

“Because,” you can’t see his expression from where you’re perched, face pressed into his warm neck instead, but you can practically picture his haughty expression. “I’m saving them.”

“For someone else’s gingerbread kids?” you wrinkle your nose, taking a purposeful bite at his neck, teeth grazing the junction right where his neck meets his shoulders, huffing.

“No! I’m saving them for our kids!”

If record scratches could play in real life, it’d be super loud right now.

You pull back suddenly, looking at Heungmin startled.

“What?”

“I have two names that I’ve always really liked and I’m going to save them until we have our own kids,” he repeats, expression unchanged. He continues to rub at your back absently, as if he hasn’t just said something huge and unexpected.

“You… think about things like that?” you ask carefully. Maybe it’s the sugar in your system – or maybe it’s Heungmin wrapped around you like this, sugary sweet, the entire apartment smelling of his cologne and pine and cinnamon.

He shrugs. Too casually.

Finally he ventures a glance at you. Meets your eyes with a well-rehearsed expression that’s been schooled into neutrality. Feigns nonchalance.

“You don’t?” he asks offhandedly.

“I…”

You blink, stunned, your brain short-circuiting.

Definitely too much sugar.

He saves you from yourself.

“It’s okay if you don’t,” he nods. “I know it’s not anytime soon for us. I know we have a long way to go. I just… I like thinking about my future. I like setting goals and envisioning where I want to end up. I like… I like thinking about you.”

Your brain slowly catches up. Your phone is buzzing on the table – food delivery is here, probably – and you know this isn’t the most romantic moment, and yet it seems incredibly romantic all the same.

You lean your weight into him, curled up in his lap as you trace the lines of his neck as you find the words, slowly but surely.

“I think about it too,” you whisper. “I like thinking about my future with you too.”

The smile he gifts you in return is unbearably soft, the relief clear in his face.

I want everything with you.

“So we did the matching jumpers, decorated a tree, decorated the entire flat, made gingerbread masterpieces, watched three Christmas movies…” Heungmin ticks off each item on his fingers in thought.

You both are sprawled out on the couch, incredibly full and warm, the last credits of Elf playing in the background. You know you ought to get up and clean up the plates from your takeaway dinner, but you can’t bring yourself to move just yet. You merely stay where you are, legs thrown over his lap, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your ankles.

“I think I’m so full I might die,” you murmur, curling in closer.

His hand drifts up from your ankle to your thigh and then to your stomach, his hand so big that it nearly covers your entire middle. He begins to rub soothing circles there instead. You try very hard not to melt right into the couch.

“Had an awesome Daniel-approved dinner. Baked cookies for my team,” Heungmin continues, humming. He’s running out of fingers to count on. It makes you feel so warm and happy inside. “Oh and can’t forget mistletoe – I learned what mistletoe was!”

You nod in agreement, smiling at him with a sleepy, sated smile.

“Did we miss anything?” you ask yourself absently, staring at his side profile, studying the slope of his nose and the shape of his mouth. You reach up to trace his bottom lip gently. He presses a kiss to your finger.

“I don’t think so,” he murmurs right back. “You did everything for me. You made all the memories for me.”

“Did you enjoy your first traditional Christmas?”

He reaches up to grab your hand, capturing it in his own. He pulls it towards him, pressing another kiss to your knuckles, then to your wrist. After, he simply holds your hand against his cheek and stares right back at you instead. His face is warm, probably from the food and the warmth of your apartment. You hope your skin is cool against his skin. You hope it brings him comfort, you hope it brings him peace.

You hope you can always do those things for him.

“I did,” he whispers, rubbing the back of your hand against his cheek. “This was a perfect Christmas.”

“I didn’t even give you your gift yet,” you whisper back, letting him hold your gaze for as long as he wants. The two of you cannot look away.

“I don’t need a gift anymore,” he says honestly, eyes so intent on yours. They’re filled with so much love that you think you might burst. You are the tilting Christmas tree, decked out to the fullest with all the love and light and warmth Heungmin could ever find and gather in the world. You are alight with his heart for you. “You’ve already given me so much. You always do.”

You pretend to huff but it’s not very convincing. It’s difficult to look unhappy when this man loves you so much.

“I’m still giving you one. You’ll get it tomorrow – on actual Christmas day.”

He merely shrugs at this.

(Maybe he feels as full and warm and satisfied as you do. Maybe he can see that same amount of love in your eyes, the way you feel them in his. Maybe he’s filled to the brim, a tilting Christmas tree too, bursting at the seams with the love you have for him. Maybe.)

“You can, but this has still been enough,” he replies simply. “I will never forget this Christmas.”

You pull your hand free from his so that you can press your hand to his cheek instead, cradling it in your hand gently.

“You could, you know. You could forget this one,” you say back.

He raises a brow.

Your smile back is meaningful.

“Because I’m going to be here for next Christmas too. And the one after that. And all the ones after that one,” you promise softly. He stills under your touch, eyes shining with laughter and warmth as he searches your face. You hope he finds your sincerity there. You hope he can feel just how true those words are. “I’ll be there each Christmas. We’ll make happy memories at each one.”

He pulls you flush against him at this and you aren’t even uncomfortable from your full stomach anymore. Instead, all you are is warm, comfortable, and loved. So, so loved.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs into your ear, nosing at your hair, your jaw. His lips graze your cheek and you want to engrave the feeling and the sound and the warmth into your memory forever. “You are my happiest memory.”

I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you

#son heung min x reader #son heung min imagines #son heungmin #soccer fanfic #please enjoyyyyy #also not proofread again PLEASE I'M SICK LOL i'll edit it later maybe.... lol

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