#son heung min fanfic
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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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Amidst the crowds
Summary: A bit of flirting amidst the crowds.
Warnings: None
Author’s note: Just a short, fluffy story inspired by the gif above.
Under the dim glow of the stadium floodlights, you sat among the passionate fans, your heart pounding with a unique blend of excitement and nervousness. The secrecy of your relationship with Heung-min Son added a thrilling dimension to your presence at his football matches. You'd come to appreciate the sport even more as you saw your loved one excel on the field.
As the crowd roared in anticipation, Heung-min Son, in his team's uniform, took his place on the bench. His gaze scanned the stands, and it didn't take long for his eyes to find you. In that fleeting, intimate moment, he winked at you, a secret flirtatious signal that only the two of you shared.
Unable to resist the playful connection, you returned the wink, your lips curling into a sly smile. It was a subtle, mutual understanding, and it brought a genuine, unspoken joy to both of you. In that crowded stadium, amidst the cheers and chants, your connection with Son Heung-min remained your little secret, making every match an adventure filled with discreet exchanges of affection.
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HMS;; unholy
he absolutely knew of the cultural implications and found it interesting anyway
wc: 900+
[a/n: lol what can i say the world cup affected us all in mysterious ways]
warning: implied daddy kink
"can you call me daddy?"
there was nothing you could've done to prepare for the shock you received when your boyfriend slipped into the kitchen with the request. it was enough to stutter the ascend of a fresh brew of roasted coffee to your lips as the liquid sloshed and splattered against the island counter.
"what?"
"daddy. like balenciaga daddy."
the lyrics from the hit sam smith song plays like a slow train wreck as you single in on the scene of the crime. out of everything that song implied, that was what he used as evidence to whatever he'd conjured up in his head. you had only left the man alone for a few minutes while he had finished brushing his teeth.
the lyrics from the hit sam smith song plays like a slow train wreck as you single in on the scene of the crime. out of everything that song implied, that was what he used as evidence to whatever he'd conjured up in his head. you had only left the man alone for a few minutes while he had finished brushing his teeth.
it wasn't as if it had even played on repeat. you recalled maybe a handful of occasions that it had come across the radio, often while you were making dinner or tidying up the flat.
it had never occurred to you how often it came to heung-min's attention either, though you were convinced now that he was listening to it more frequently on his own time. now you were even more curious what else he was drawing up on the internet.
heung-min was a curious individual, never afraid to try new things and resourceful when filling gaps between language barriers. there were a few odd bits that you would smooth over every once in awhile, but this—this was something new. and you didn't even know where to start.
it was pretty obvious that the man understood at least one use of the term to ask you so boldly, but still you had to check.
"wouldn't you prefer oppa?"
exchanging languages was a give and take between the two of you as you made house out of a home. from furniture arrangements to grocery store runs, you were each learning how to adapt and coexist. watching films together had to be your favorite when you meddled into more complex idioms and social constructs. apparently you had skipped over some important ones.
the man only shook his head, a prominent grin stretching his lips as he ripped a paper towel from the tether to help wipe up the dark liquid.
"oppa is different. it’s doesn’t give the same … impression as daddy."
what kind of ‘impression’ he was looking for would be an entirely different conversation to be had after you finished processing this one.
you really wish he would stop using that word so freely, at least for the sake of the heat blooming under your cheeks. it wasn't even worse because he knew what he was doing. the soft cackle under his breath evident of his intentions.
bracing your hands against the counter, you tried to gracefully mediate the situation.
"and why would you want me to call you that?"
it obviously wasn't a nickname he wished for in public. frequenting the spotlight came with the territory of miscommunication from the public. and with the prevalence of video recording, it would only take one stray ear to catch wind of a conversation and spin it into something bigger. granted this wouldn't be overly socially damning, but someone crafting a tale about your intimacy rubbed you wrong.
heung-min shrugged, but there was a pinch to his brow that indicated he was still thinking on it. the expression was enough to give you pause as you contemplated how much of this was a joke versus a serious inquiry. you couldn't put it past him to want to explore. the two of you were nearing your two year mark but rather agreeably settled in the relationship.
everyday presented an opportunity to test new boundaries, and apparently today was that lucky day.
"i prefer the way it sounds in english."
its your turn to observe, entranced, as a rosy hue colored the roundness of his cheeks. there was absolutely no doubt now that he had dabbled into the web to research just how different.
heung-min's dark eyes flickered up to catch yours, mouth turning a hitch downward as he read through your countenance.
"it doesn't need to be ... sexual."
but it would always be intimate. a word saturated with heavier elements no matter how lightly it was used. it's hommage would inevitably drag some toe-curling images to mind.
it was almost too beguiling to outwit your inquisitiveness. apparently the same could be said for heung-min if he had built up the courage to ask you outright.
but you knew this man, growing to love his playful and often curious person. he would prod at the idea but if you showed disinterest he'd back off with no further mention. he was endearingly considerate, enough so to make you want to experiment yourself.
your pause made the man apprehensive, lips parted with a mouthful of excuses to pull an emergency break on the conversation. but you weren't ready to give up just yet.
hand following the curve of the marble top, you slunk around to fit yourself between it and heung-min as you were the one to grin.
"how does the song go again ... mummy don't know daddy's getting hot."
the line of his throat hides your amusement as you roll to your toes to pepper nipping kisses to the curve of his jaw. before you reached your destination, his throat was already humming with a low moan while his hands came up to palm at your hips.
"at the body shop, doing something unholy—," a sharp gasp escaped as heung-min's hands dipped to grip onto your thighs to hoist them up around his waist.
it was certainly a fresh spark in your ever evolving relationship and something you couldn't skimp without at least attempting the taste of it.
nose to nose now, he was free to lean in and slot his mouth against yours. it was notably interesting, kissing a man whose mouth could split into a grin at any given opportunity. you couldn't help but laugh into his exhale.
'give me love, give me fendi, my balenciaga daddy.'
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Another smutty fic could be:
Sonny is getting more into gaming with the lads and you’re just needy
He sees you lingering around him trying to find a way to get his attention but also not really wanting to disturb his game time. He smirks to himself thinking you’re too cute for your own good, he knows what you want but he’d rather watch and see what you’ll come up with.
He throws you a line to help and asks you, “hey baby, is there anything I can help you with” his eyes still on the screen just to show that he’s still invested in the game “umm I was wondering I could sit on your lap while you play, if it’s not too much trouble” you ask timidly
He glitched for a second but composed himself before you could notice, already starting to get hard at the thought of his needy girl want to sit on his lap, too shy to ask for what she really wants.
“Sure baby, come here” with open arms, you straddle him and stick your face in his neck.
It’s only 10 minutes in when you finally get too desperate and the fact that Minnie is just in shorts gets incredibly obvious, you just bite the bullet and ask him, whispering (almost whimpering) “minnie, can I ride your thigh”
Sonny drops his controller
You start rambling thinking you took it too far,,
“It’s okay you can say no, I just always wanted to you know what nevermind, you’re with the lads I’ll just go take a show-
He pulls you back to look into your eyes “you drive me crazy” grabs your neck and kisses you hard, grabs a hold of you hips and settles you on his thigh
And the rest could be smut
Here's your request as promised. Hope you like it. This is my first time writing smut so it might be all over the place. Not sure if I'll be writing smut again tho. I kept changing my mind on which perspective to follow before settling on first person, so there might be some slight inaccuracies i.e she being used instead of you. I did proofread it but knowing me I probably overlooked some. Anyways, enjoyy
word count: approx 1.8k words
warnings: nsfw, slight exhibitionism
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It wasn't particularly early in the morning, but the snowstorm and overcast sky made it feel like the dawn. They both walked around in their pyjamas as if they were groggy children. Your long brown hair cascaded past your shoulders and curled softly against your back, with some strands taking on a fiery hue in the low lighting. You were dressed in a tank top designed for curvier women. You wore it with your favourite pair of flannel pyjamas, patterned with a bold blue plaid and complimented your eyes. While holding your coffee, you watched Son play a video game.
The band of his headset added to the flyaways in his dishevelled hair. His glasses rested on his nose as he focused on the game, and he mumbled sleepily into the headset every now and then. You leaned against the wall, a smile on your lips as you observed him. His fingers flew across the controller, skillfully working around each obstacle in the game.
You were used to it; you both played games together in your free time. However, today was different. You craved Son's undivided attention. No, you needed it. You desperately wanted to get his attention, yet you were too scared to ask for it, not wanting to appear clingy. You had tried every trick in the book to get his attention, but you could never keep it for more than a few moments.
He sees you lingering around him, trying to find a way to get his attention but also not really wanting to disturb his gaming time. He smirks, thinking you're too cute for your own good. He knows what you want, but he'd rather watch and see what you'll come up with. Sonny can tell you want his attention, but instead of giving it to you outright, he teases you with a smirk, revelling in your efforts to win it.
Sonny watches as you struggle to find the best way to get his attention.
He dangles an offer of assistance and asks, "Hey baby, is there anything I can help you with?" His eyes are still on the screen, and his focus on the game is unwavering. You take the bait, hopeful that you'll get his attention. Son glanced up and saw y/n wearing a grin that could only mean trouble. Your dimples were barely visible as you looked at him, distracting him from the game with a mere glance. "What's the deal with your grins?" he asked, returning his gaze to the game.
You shrugged, taking a sip from your coffee. "You." You answered simply.
"Umm, I was wondering if I could sit on your lap while you play. If it's not too much trouble, I won't do anything. I know you're not a fan of exhibitionism," you inquire hesitantly.
His breath twitched for a split second, but he quickly composed himself. He turns towards you and gives a quick, barely perceptible nod as if to say yes before returning to the game.
He was already starting to get hard at the thought of his needy girl wanting to sit on his lap, too shy to ask for what she really wanted. He cleared his throat and softly spoke, "Of course." A warmth spread through your body as he said the words, and you felt a sudden rush of excitement
He finally gave you a light smile and opened his arms, inviting you to take the seat you wanted.
You scoot closer and settle on his lap, your heart fluttering as you feel his body heat radiating around you.
You straddle him as you bury your face in his neck. You could feel his warmth and the faint scent of his cologne, but most of all, you could feel him beginning to stir beneath you.
It only takes ten minutes for you to reach your breaking point, at which point it becomes painfully obvious that Son is only wearing a pair of shorts. You take a deep breath and force yourself to ask, "Minnie, can I ride on your thigh? Your voice quivers and sounds almost desperate.
Sonny drops his controller. He glances away from the screen, finally giving you his full attention.
You start talking incoherently, afraid that you've made him uncomfortable.
"It's okay, you can say no, I just always wanted to, you know what, never mind, you're with the lads. I'll just go take a show-
He pulls you back to look into your eyes and says, "You drive me crazy." He grabs your neck, kisses you hard, grabs hold of your hips, and settles you on his thigh. You look into his eyes and let out a deep breath before connecting your lips. The kisses were soft and sweet, with his hands sliding around her form to pull her all the closer. Soon, the voices over his headset were calling him back to attention, and Son reluctantly detached from you to get back to the game.
You cast your gaze over his familiar form before settling to her knees beside him. As you opened the fly of his pyjamas without shame, he looked at her with a curious look and a furrowed brow. "What are you up to?" he asked, scooting his chair back to make more room for you.
"Just teasing you some," you replied quietly, moving to settle more between his legs. He let out a quiet grumble as your fingers casually reached into the fabric to stroke his length. You looked up at him curiously and grinned, listening to him as he tried to keep his voice steady as he replied to a question on the headset. Gentle fingers stroked over him slowly, curling about his length to coax it into life. Her thumb played at the tip, slowly rolling over the slit to tease him just a bit. A gasp sounded from him, and his flesh lengthened steadily. You leaned forward, a triumphant smile on your lips, and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his pyjamas. Son let out a little grumble as he moved, lifting enough to let you pull the garment down his thighs—to tumble around his feet.
Soft fingers stroked over his right thigh, wandering from knee to hip as her right hand encircled the base of his length. Slowly, you ran your tongue over the tip, a gentle hum escaping as you took in his flavour. Son's breath came in a little faster as you drew the fleshy tip of his length into your mouth, your cheeks heaving in as you gently suckled on it. The slickness from your mouth made the glide of your wet fingers easy over his veined shaft, and soon you had him exactly how you wanted him: throbbing and wanting.
You let out a pleased moan as you nuzzled against your boyfriend's thigh, letting your lips and teeth graze lightly over the delicate skin not far from his sac. Your right hand continued to slowly stroke over him, your fingers teasingly stroking over his tip as your left hand moved to play over his balls. Son struggled to focus on the game. It was difficult for him to keep his hands on the controller and not work his fingers into your hair, pulling you against him as he desired. For the time being, he was at her mercy.
Your tongue pressed to the underside of his length, slowly travelling up it. Occasionally, you would glance at the TV screen to see exactly what was happening in the game. As your tongue reached the tip of his length, you turned your head and let it slowly trail down the other side. Your gentle breath caressed his skin, cooling the moisture left behind as you moved.
The light touch of your fingers never left him. Sometimes they would dabble over the tip of his length. Other times they would stroke over the inside of his thigh, letting your nails gently scratch over his skin—only to turn soft and gentle again as they toyed over his sack. Son's breath grew quicker, his dark eyes moving from the screen to you as you teased him. Your mouth never left his shaft, trading between soft, gentle licks against the veined skin and butterfly-light kisses over the moist paths. You teased him, hinting at taking him into your mouth but never quite getting there. Your lips would purse at his tip, taking just half of it in. The heat of your tongue would grind at his slit, your voice sending gentle vibrations against him as you moaned teasingly.
He was shaking, and occasionally the wrong controls were being hit. His brows furrowed as he focused. Still, he didn't stop you. As he opened his mouth to say something, your lips enveloped him again, and this time you took nearly half his length into your mouth.
All he could manage was a soft moan of your name, his head tilting back in pleasure for a moment. The tip of your tongue pressed against the back of his mouth as you lifted your tongue. The fingers wrapped around his shaft teasingly stroked from the base to where your lips were, slowly working him into your mouth.
Son's resolve broke, his left hand moving from the controller to work into your silky hair as you pulled back on him. He wasn't forceful, just encouraging as he nudged you down, and you began to lower yourself again. His eyes remained focused on the screen, but he could hear your soft moans of pleasure and feel your arousal as your slickness dampened your panties and pyjamas. You pulled back to his tip, letting your tongue play at it as your fingers increased their pace teasingly.
"SONNY! It's you, man!" someone yelled over the headset, and he let out a quiet groan before hitting the push-to-talk key.
"Sorry guys." He said this as his hands returned to the controller.
As you stroked him, you used your thumb to massage the underside of his length. You could hear his friends' excited voices through his headset.
Son moved. His fingers entwined with your hair as he gently lifted you. You got up with his lips touching yours as he leaned down. Your lips remained pressed together, and Son took off his headset. His warm breath caressed your face as he pulled away, but the feeling of his lips still lingered.
"We have to be quick. "Everyone's taking a 15-minute break."
You replied by running your fingers along his sides. He cupped your face in his hands and looked into your eyes.
"Tease." He spoke softly, biting your lower lip before pulling away from you just slightly. Your arms were braced against his desk as he turned you with guiding hands. "Tell me you want me." He ordered softly, the slight authority in his voice sending a chill down your spine.
"I want you," you moaned, your long hair fanning out against the desk as she bowed her head. "So very, very badly." As you looked over your shoulder at him, you muttered. Your whisper soon turned into a loud moan as he drove into you, his thick length spreading your tight walls. The game now long forgotten.
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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
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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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sonsational
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Taken For Granted - Pt. 1
“Babe, where’s my nike socks?” Son shouted from the second floor asking his wife, Jieun, who’s preparing breakfast downstairs in the kitchen.
“They must be in the socks drawer. I never put it anywhere else,” Jieun said while cutting the fruits for Son’s morning smoothie. Son is a creature of habit - his daily breakfast consists of white rice, hot soup, 3 types of Korean side dishes, brown rice tea and a smoothie containing apple, kale, banana, and a small block of tofu for protein. He also demanded his soup to be freshly cooked every morning. That means no leftover from dinner the day before.
“If they are in the socks drawer, I wouldn’t have to ask you, would I?” Son said sarcastically.
Jieun quickly rinsed her hands and wiped them on her apron before running upstairs to help her husband find his socks. In their bedroom, Son was standing with hands on his hips in front of the drawers. His face visibly annoyed. Jieun quickly dug into the drawer and within 1 minute, she found the socks buried at the back of the drawer.
“Here you go,” she said while she gave the socks to her husband. Son snatched the socks from her hands rather roughly. “Next time put it where I can easily find them. You have wasted my time,” he spat before making his way downstairs to the dining room to have his breakfast.
Son didn’t use to be like this. As everyone know, Son is one of the most likeable soccer player in the world. People say no matter which team you are rooting for, you won’t be able to resist Son’s charm. He used to treat Jieun like a queen too, up until their 2nd year of marriage. Son, being the family man that he is, wanted them to have a child. However, after 2 years of trying, for some reasons Jieun just wouldn’t get pregnant. Later they found out that Jieun is diagnosed with endometriosis which caused the fertility problem. It is a treatable disease, however despite their best efforts, they are still childless 3 years into their marriage.
Jieun blamed herself all the time and in the beginning, Son will try to convince her that it is not her fault and that he’s fine with their current situation. However, as time went by he grew more and more frustrated, especially after seeing many of his teammates brought their children and spouses to the games. Son’s reassuring words were soon replaced by his spiteful remarks.
After composing herself, Jieun made her way downstairs to finish up the smoothie. Son has already started his breakfast while browsing his phone. He didn’t even ask her to join him for breakfast so she just quietly continued to finish making the smoothie and serving it to her husband.
“I’ll be home late today. Or I might stay over at Dele’s. Don’t wait up for me,” Son said, not looking up from his phone.
“OK,” Jieun answered dejectedly while washing the dishes. Today is her birthday and she couldn’t help but to reminisce about the past when Son would take her for an evening picnic or a fine dining restaurant to celebrate her birthday. Now, he wouldn’t even wish her a happy birthday. She hoped it was because he forgot about it and not because he was deliberately trying to ignore the occasion.
After Son was done with breakfast, he quickly put on his gear and went out the door for practice. Once she heard Son’s car driving out the garage, Jieun rinsed her soapy hands, turned off the faucet, sat on the floor, and cried her heart out. She knew she deserved this - she deserved all of the hurtful remarks her supposed husband threw at her. She has failed as a wife, as a woman. She couldn’t fulfill her one true duty which is to bring life into this world. Although it is painful, sometimes she hoped Son would just divorce her so that he can move on and find someone else who can give him a child. In fact, everyday she’s just waiting for him to serve her with the papers.
Suddenly, Jieun heard her phone rang from the living room. She wiped her tears and made her way to the living room to pick it up. It was a video call from her sister - probably going to wish her a happy birthday. She hung up and called her back using voice call. Jieun didn’t want her sister to worry which she will if she saw her crying face.
“Hey, why did you hang up?” her sister asked from across the line.
“Oh, there’s some issues with my camera so I won’t be able to do video calls for a while,” Jieun lied.
“Are you serious? Your husband is one of the most famous soccer player in the world and yet he couldn’t buy his wife a new phone?” her sister scoffed. She knew by accident that Son has been treating Jieun badly. She came over to surprise Jieun for her birthday last year and she heard Son scolding the shit out her at 8 AM in the morning. His reason? His soup was too salty. If Jieun didn’t hold her back, she would’ve beat Son’t pretty face up.
“Haha yeah no I asked him not to because this phone is still working well. It’s just the camera,” Jieun lied again.
There was a moment of silence before her sister said, “Is it because you just cried and you didn’t want me to see your crying face?”
She knew Jieun too well. For a moment Jieun was so tempted to confide in her but she knew that it will only bring more problems for her. “No. Can we please let it go?” Jieun pleaded.
Her sister sighed, “Alright, whatever. I just called to wish you happy birthday, you old woman!”
Jieun smiled. She couldn’t ask for a better sister. If Jieun didn’t have her sister’s support, she probably would’ve unalived herself at one point. After all, there’s only so much a woman can take.
“Thank you so much, Ji-an. Don’t know what I would do without you,” Jieun said, sincerely.
“Did mom call?” Ji-an asked.
“No,” Jieun answered dejectedly. Like Son, Jieun used to have a good relationship with her mom. Jieun used to be her prized daughter especially after she married South Korea’s living nation treasure, Son Heungmin. But, after her mom heard about her fertility problem, she felt embarrassed and repeatedly apologised to Son and his family as if the illness is within her daughter’s control. She started treating Jieun badly too and even asked Son to divorce Jieun in front of her face once. Just like with her husband, Jieun swallowed all of the abuse because she thought she deserved it.
“But, that’s OK though. I have you!” Jieun quickly continued, not wanting to worry her sister with her problems.
“Seriously, though. I don’t understand what is her problem. It’s not like you are the one who consciously chose not to conceive. The illness is not your fault,” Ji-an said.
“Hey, hey, don’t be upset please. I don’t even care anymore, so you shouldn’t too, OK?” Jieun assured her sister. It’s true - she didn’t care anymore about all of the abuse that she’s geeting from both her husband and her own mother. But not caring doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt.
They spoke on the phone for a while, catching up on each other’s lives before she let Ji-an go. Jieun felt a little bit better after conversing with her little sister and so she went back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up.
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In the locker room, the boys have just finished their training for the day. Son was sitting shirtless, browsing his phone, trying to cool off his body before he’s going to shower.
“OK, guys! I’m gonna go now,” Lucas Moura announced to the room while quickly packing up his belongings.
“Why the hurry?” Son asked.
“It’s my wife’s birthday today. We’re going to have a nice dinner and then you know,” Lucas winked and the room erupted in laughter and a few gagging sounds. “You guys are just jealous,” Lucas laughed.
“Hey, Sonny, aren’t you going to go too? I remember your wife’s birthday is on the same day as Lucas’ wife’s, isn’t it?” Hugo Lloris asked.
Son was caught offguard. He completely forgot. But, honestly even if he remembered, he wouldn’t do anything about it. As much as he hates to admit it, he has lost his feelings towards his wife as his frustration grew due to their circumstance. He knew it wasn’t her fault - it’s not like she had the choice to have the illness. It’s just that he felt like she’s not trying hard enough to be better. He has paid so much money for her treatments. Fed her the best foods that the doctors said can support her condition. But all of that are wasted efforts. They still couldn’t have a child to this day.
“Nah, she’s going to celebrate with her family,” Son lied. He stood up and made his way to the shower room so that he wouldn’t have to answer any more questions about his wife.
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At home, Jieun had just finished showering when her phone rang. It was Larissa Saad, Lucas Moura’s wife. Seeing her name, Jieun quickly remembered that Larissa’s birthday is on the same day as hers. She felt bad for not calling earlier and she quickly picked up her phone.
“Hi Larissa! Happy birthday!” Jieun said.
“Happy birthday to you too! It’s a good thing our birthdays are on the same date. Otherwise, I’m really bad with people’s birthdays and you would probably hate me for forgetting yours,” Larissa joked.
“Nonsense! I can never hate you,” Jieun laughed.
“Anyway, I’m sure Son has something up his sleeve to celebrate your birthday, am I right?” Larissa teased.
Jieun was stunned. Again, in the spur of the moment, she was so tempted to tell Larissa the truth - that her husband forgot, or chose to forget, about her birthday. That she has been treated badly by her so-called husband and that she’ll be spending her birthday evening watching Christmas movies on Netflix in her living room. But, of course she knew better.
“Well actually…” Jieun paused for a bit. “Son has an event he has to attend to tonight, so I’ll be spending my birthday alone at home.”
“What?! Oh my days… I’m going to spank Son when I meet him next time.” Larissa said, making Jieun laugh.
“You know what, no best friend of mine is going to spend her birthday alone, miserable at home…”
“Who said I’ll be miserable?” Jieun defended herself, even though she knew that it was indeed going to be quite a miserable and lonely night.
“You can be in denial all you want, OK. But Lucas and I are taking you out. Let’s celebrate our birthday together!” Larissa said excitedly.
“Oh… No, please, don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t want to ruin your special night with Lucas. I’m sure he has a lot of special things that he has prepared especially for you,��� Jieun said pleadingly.
“Look, Lucas can have me after midnight, but it’s my birthday. So I decide who I want to spend it with and it’s with both you and Lucas.”
“But…”
“Oh, come on…” Larissa continued to persuade Jieun to join her and Lucas for dinner. It took a lot of convincing from Larissa’s side, but fortunately in the end Jieun finally agreed. Larissa texted her the hotel’s name where they’ll be having dinner and Jieun quickly went to the bedroom to get ready. As much as she hates intruding Lucas and Larissa’s special night, she must admit, it does feel good to have someone throw a special event to celebrate her birthday.
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“I’m really sorry again for intruding your special night with Larissa. I’m sure you would have wanted to have the dinner with only the two of you,” Jieun apologised for the numerous times to Lucas after they are seated at their table in the fancy restaurant.
“Stop it, Jieun. If you keep apologizing like this, Larissa is going to beat the hell out of me once we go home later,” Lucas teased, earning him a few light slaps on the arm from Larissa. “Besides, Larissa said you were going to spend your birthday alone at home. I wouldn’t wish that upon my worst enemy,” Lucas jokingly shivered at the thought.
Jieun laughed at Lucas’ antics.
“But jokes aside, I thought Son said you were going to celebrate your birthday with your parents?” Lucas asked.
Jieun was taken back. ‘So he did remember…’ Jieun thought to herself. But, of course he would pull off such lie just to avoid spending time with her.
“Oh… right, yeah I was, but turned out my mom didn’t feel so well and my sister has to do an overtime at work so we cancelled the plan,” Jieun lied. She was amazed at herself by how easy these lies keep rolling off her tongue the more time she spent married to Son.
Larissa and Lucas nodded and proceeded to change the topic.
Dinner went well and they’re up to dessert now. Jieun excused herself to go the bathroom which is located right across the hotel’s lobby. She was passing by the lobby when she saw a familiar back view. It’s the back of a man that she saw every night before she goes to sleep because he now sleeps facing away from her even though he used to hold her in his arms, saying that her scent calms him down. It cannot be, she thought to herself. Because the man in the lobby was holding another woman’s arm. The woman is gorgeous - long legs, slender arms - she looked as if she just stepped out of a Victoria’s Secret catalogue book. But the man, despite wearing a black hoodie with a cap on, is unmistakably Son Heungmin. Her husband. The man who’s supposed to only be holding her arm and nobody else’s.
Jieun stood frozen, unable to process her emotion. Until she felt a tap on her shoulder.
“Hey, I thought you wanted to go to the loo?” Larissa asked. She followed Jieun’s eyesight towards the direction of the man and the woman who are now standing at the receptionist desk, looking to check in. “What the actual fuck.” Larissa excalimed.
“It’s him, isn’t it. I’m no imagining things right, Larissa?” Jieun’s voice getting weaker and weaker by the words. Larissa, fuming, went back to the restaurant and dragged Lucas out and pointed him towards Son’s direction.
“Is that… Son?” Lucas asked in dibelieve.
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fools of love I
READ PART TWO HERE !
summary : being jealous of the stars in your eyes whenever you smiled because he knew they were caused by anyone but him or so he thought.
genre : fluff, slight angst, humour (??)
pairing : cho guesung x gn!reader, idiots to lovers.
warnings : misunderstandings, slight hurt, jealousy,whipped asf idiots, best friend/platonic soulmate kangin, guesung is dumb (&hot) but reader is dumber, cursing, not entirely proofread.
author's note : does the summary make sense?? idk y'all let me know? atp I am thinking of this man 25/8 but really i just had to put this idea out of my pending wips. hope you liked it and be sure to read the little note at the end :)
word count : 3.6k
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"
Your hand held out a makeshift rock as a smug grin was making its way into your face because you knew rock was always the superior.
Or so you thought.
Grinning, your eyes quickly shifted to the other hand that held out the complete opposite of yours, and the smile on your face was immediately slapped off as you groaned out loudly.
"HA! I WIN!"
Kangin proudly exclaimed while your eyes narrowed at him in annoyance as he snatched the bag of cheap yet fulfilling snacks of your other hand.
Scoffing and muttering cusses at the 5"8 man, you retorted
"B-BUT THIS IS cheating!"
You told as you crossed your arms and slightly jutted out your bottom lip forming a small pout as you chose an alternative route of rather using the emotional bargain method, one that always worked from your end as no one was able to resist your sorrow glint eyes. Fake sorrow.
Cute. He thought but then again it wasn't just anybody in front of you, no.
This was Lee Kangin , your very best friend from your childhood. You being born in Incheon and also being a fan of football since a young age even to the extent of you also being able to have a talent in playing the game, it was as if the stars were lined for the both of you to become practically soulmates.
Though you both always laughed at the way you became friends because him accidentally knocking you out cold one day when practicing for football and you woke up wanting to actually murder the person who caused you to be on bed rest for a few days meaning no football as well meant as though someone had actually just murdered you. (tiny flashback ahead)
But despite the rough first impression the boy made, he'd come in the same day later after you gained your consciousness to apologize with a bouquet of beautifully assorted flowers and a handful of snacks, which to his credit, was suggested by his mother.
It wasn't like he didn't feel sorry, he was sorry, guilty in fact but what could the poor 9 year old do other than bring his sincerest apologies to you.
And when he did, you couldn't help but instantly want to forgive him as you saw the solemn look on his face with the guilt practically being overwhelming in his eyes, heck you think you may have even spotted tears, as he took in the bandage wrapped around your little head.
To his utmost surprise, you chuckled as his head was down and he looked up to see you with a small grin on your face
"I guess I could forgive you."
He looked taken aback, even in his little 9 year old mind he thought it was hard to earn anyone's consideration for forgiveness let alone forgiveness itself.
"But you have to promise me one thing."
Curiously he softly spoke out with a small fearful tone as though he was scared you'd be asking for a huge favor one he wouldn't be able to fulfil
"W-what?"
With a toothy grin you finally said
"Be my football practice buddy from now on."
You held out your hand as though it was some sort of business agreement you were proposing and in a way it was at least in your childhood nature.
As he took in the words he couldn't help but smile widely as his eyes narrowed and his full cheeks bunched up and he exclaimed
"Deal!"
And alas that was the start of your great friendship with Lee Kangin.
Raising a brow at you, he knew the tactics you were playing and despite having fallen into that very trap many times, he also knew better than to give in at this time, and as he held the bag in his hand ready to dive into its content any minute, he retorted mockingly while rolling his eyes
"You were the one who suggested we settle this over 가위 (kai) 바위 (bai) 보 (bo) and you lost so quit being a sore loser and the emotional puppy eyes won't work either."
Instantly the small pout and the adorable begging eyes vanished as you narrowed your eyes at him in the offense.
Finally after what felt like he had been digging around for ages he found the bottle of strawberry milk he had been wanting to drink and smiled at it as if it was his greatest achievement till date even though he was an upcoming football player.
As he dismissed the other snacks to the side to be eaten later, a mischievous thought occurred to you and before you could think about it more, you said fuck it and just did what your ultimately hungry stomach and slightly bitter heart thought of.
You grabbed the bag of snacks and made a dash for it, you knew you stood no chance in terms of stamina or even in speed but you knew one thing and that was when you do something that catches the other off guard, no matter how lacking you were in terms of skills compared to them, you immediately gained the upperhand at least for the first few minutes.
Kangin's eyes widened and his jaw dropped almost comically as he saw you make a run for it and he too made a split second decision,
"HEY! THAT'S MINE, WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Screaming loudly, his deep voice boomed across the wide field that the other players had been practicing at, they ended up turning their heads at the colorful choice of words including the captain's as well.
He dropped the strawberry milk bottle on the ground while gulping as much as he could before he had to ultimately drop it and began chasing you at full speed. You burst out laughing, probably sounding like a villian but who cares, you thought while trying to make your way towards the doors that led out to a common lounging area.
Heungmin looked at the loud screams from where he'd been standing a bit further away in a conversation with Seungho and began laughing himself when he saw you running away being chased by a furious Kangin, even he could tell you'd done something to irk the other and it was working.
"Y/N pulled that shit again, I can't believe Kangin fell for it again." Seungho said as his eyes followed you almost reaching the doors and saw how Kangin was almost just behind you, he let out his own chuckle and shook his head at your tactics.
The others of course knew you, maybe some being even more interested in you, but you'd pretty much known them since the time Kangin joined the National Team, you had been there when he made it and even given him the biggest congratulations that you could, because after all your best friend had been able to accomplish his goals at least, quite literally and also philosophically. (no puns intended)
You were introduced to the others and overall they were all friendly with you, some even began seeing you as their little sister and to top it off you also a football player as you were midfielder in your college team so you got along even more well with them. Yet you knew you saw most of them as your older brothers however you felt different for one player.
You don't think it was normal to feel those butterflies, you don't think it was normal to start feeling a pool of warm red forming in your cheeks, you don't think was normal to gulp and your heartbeat increasing as though you'd just ran for your fucking life. And worse this was the first time a guy scratch that a person made you feel this way.
And you certainly don't think it was normal that the reason behind all that had been Cho Guesung.
The very attractive striker of the South Korean National Team.
And that had been your big oh no moment, the minute, the second you realised who was the cause of that state.
You felt so fucking stupid.
Just as you were about to reach the doors, you felt two familiar arms wrap around your waist from behind as the bag left your hand and flew upwards, due to the sudden movement you squealed loudly and gasped when you were lifted into the air.
"Let me down! KANGIN! YAH!"
You began giggling as you suddenly felt him take a spin, it almost felt like you were a kid again and your father was making you play flying games, you know the ones where you pretend to fly in the air.
You weren't exactly a small person, 5'8 for a person wasn't really short, but then again the stamina of these men was no joke.
"Not until you apologize and buy me a whole crate of strawberry milk." Kangin taunted you as he too chuckled from your contagious laughter.
Both of you in your own little antics, to an outsider they'd think you were a couple, at least to those who thought their first assumptions were right.
"You are blocking the way."
A deep voice announced loudly with a hint of bitterness. Both of you immediately stopped, recognizing who it was, and opened your eyes widely as Kangin let go of you, you quickly stood beside him and a sudden wave of dizziness you guess from all the spinning hit you as you stumbled slightly, Kangin wrapping one arm around your waist again and pulling you onto his side so you could lean into him for some support.
The figure in front of you had his hand out when he saw you stumble but quickly put it aside, scoffing a bit after as he saw Kangin's hand on your waist, he went back to his face of indifference that had been holding for a while before anyone saw the scoff and annoyance.
However, it was too late as both Kangin and you saw the scowl. While you moved from your temporary support pretending to dust yourself, you nervously laughed and straightened your shirt
"Sorry," You told sincerely trying to muster a small apologetic smile at Guesung as Kangin rolled his eyes at his hyung's behavior as though he was used to it. He was used to it, more than he wished he was.
Guesung began feeling a small pit of guilt form in his stomach as he saw you look away in embarrassment before he could even make eye contact with you, mentally being annoyed at himself for having thoughts of wishing you'd have at least looked at him.
He quickly shook his head before he could get more wrapped up in thoughts about you. How pretty you currently looked under the daylight with somewhat messy hair up in a pony tail with a few strands out and cheeks slightly flushed from laughing, at least that's what he concluded but little did he know he was indeed the culprit of the flushed cheeks and nervous state of yours.
"It's fine, just don't be in the way next time." He muttered quietly as he held one strap of his duffle bag and his eyes traveled back to the both of you, he quickly walked past you, tightening his grip as he heard Kangin let out a snort.
Just cause he didn't know, obviously yet devastatingly, didn't mean no one else knew about your little infatuation. Though Kangin protested to that being the label of what you felt,
It's not an infatuation Y/N it's basically a crush at this point, maybe even the big L word.
You remember mentally and physically groaning at that and buried your hands in a swirl of emotions.
You let out a sigh of exhaustion and a hint of sadness as Guesung brushed past the both of you while Kangin snorted and once again rolled his eyes
"Can you believe that guy? There's a whole ass football field of space to move and he chose this way to go, as if it were on purpose don't you think?" He asked with a hint of teasing as he looked over at you and you now rolled your eyes and retorted back to him
"Shut up, you were making too much noise anyways."
You playfully hit him on his arm and then began to fix your hair which had became a mess and wanted to throw yourself off a cliff as you realised you looked like an absolute disaster in front of your-
"ME? you're the one who was being a bitter loser and stole MY food?!?" Kangin feigned in fake offence, his eyes held amusement as to how you were gaslighting him at the moment.
"AND you made me look like a fool in front of him."
You narrowed your eyes as you whispered harshly taking a quick glance at Guesung to make sure he wouldn't hear but he would not anyway as he was literally 100 feet from where you both stood.
Kangin looked at you in even more amusement as he saw you take a peek at his hyung, grinning with mischief and teased "Oh don't worry Y/N ah you'll never look like fool in front of him besides it is your true nature, embrace it you know."
He raised his hands and put quotation marks in the air "Self love no matter how much of an idiot you are." He finished with a shit eating grin that made you playfully pinch his ear.
"Ouch! Damn dude that hurts!" "What did you say again huh?"
"You are an id-" You twisted his ear a bit harder "I MEAN YOU ARE PERFECT OW! FUCK THAT HURTS LET ME GO!"
Smirking with pride you let go of his ear as he put his hand up to it to caress it gently from the needed but undeserved violence "Sheesh it's not like you actually will look like a fool anyways at least never to hyung so I don't know why you stress out so much."
He muttered as he caressed his ear and narrowed his eyes at you while cussing you in his mind geez this tiny human knows how to hurt (you still wonder how you seemed tiny because you were practically the same height but you suppose it could be regarding the fact that he was a few months older than you)
You raised an eyebrow, almost in amazement yet disbelief as you scoffed
"He HATES me Kangin might I remind you."
Your voice lowered towards the end as you thought about how unlike the other teammates and guys on the team, Guesung never seemed to have liked you.
(small flashback)
It's not like he would go out of his way to show his clear distaste in you, rather he always wore a mask of indifference or just merely ignored you whenever you were around.
You let out a snort at Kangin's words and what he was trying to imply as you remembered when they came back home after their FIFA World Cup matches, and how you'd been asked to help for the welcome party along with some other close ones of the other players and you being well you jumped to help as you were excited to not only meet your platonic soulmate after months but also excited to congratulate Guesung and tell him how proud you were of him, (as well as the other players ofc)
You'd worn one of your favourite outfits which was particularly red in colour in representation of the team which not only suited you so gracefully but was also comfortable to wear and you were already running late so you did some light makeup which would highlight your beautiful facial features as well as an easy yet pretty hairstyle. You had felt pretty confident that day ready because you yourself did look amazing, as usual.
You had reached the place and were waiting and helping around the staff when they came in one by one from the utter chaos they had faced outside the hotel as well as the airport. Your eyes darted towards Guesung and you couldn't help it, whenever he was anywhere you'd always find yourself taking secret glances at him, despite him doing the same, you relished those moments.
Your whole face lit up as you made your way towards them, poor Kangin being left as an after thought but it's not like you wouldn't meet him eventually you just saw Guesung first so you decided to congratulate him first.
When Guesung had stepped into the hotel lounge he couldn't help but scan the room searching for a particular individual who he had wanted to see after so long. He couldn't help it but admit how much he'd missed you. He'd thought about you a lot when he was in Qatar and was hoping you'd have watched how he played, watched how he scored. His heart always seemed to oppose him but for once he could mutually agree with what his heart was feeling for,yearning for.
And when his secret wish came true, you coming towards him, looking very much real rather than on a screen from the countless videocalls you'd done with Kangin and even some of the others even though you rarely talked to him despite wanting to but always being so so feeblish that you instead just wished him the best and would not talk much, he knew from that point there really was no turning back.
His feelings were very much real and he very much felt all that towards you and only you.
You stopped in front of him a few feet away dressed in their team colours which he observed and oh my God.
It felt as though his mouth had lost its ability to form anything that he had to take a gulp, you noticed his eyes slowly taking you in from head to toe and couldn't help but almost faint. You felt weak hearted, this boy wasn't good for your heart you concluded. But then again, you always craved ruination.
He on the other hand felt no better, he felt his heart pick up as his eyes drunk you in his, mind already getting intoxicated with the thoughts of your face, oh your beautiful face.
And when you beamed at him with the very stars in your eyes as though the Gods themselves had plucked them individually from the galaxy and placed them to make them twinkle everytime you'd beamed.
"Congratulations Guesung." You told still with the same gleam.
"You really played well for the team and those goals back to back were so fucking awesome, especially the second one, it was absolutely spectacular"
You finished fangirling as you recalled gasping in both awe and shock when he scored those goals against Ghana and despite them having ultimately lost the match, you think he played it marvelously and now wanting to cringe because you felt as though that still wasn't enough for what really was going on in your mind, and even though he had felt exhausted, your words were enough to make him for the first time, in front of you because God knows and maybe his teammates, the countless times he's secretly smiled just at the mere thought of you, smile at you as his face relaxed with content.
Yes, you heard it and saw it right, he was smiling AT YOU and not only that BECAUSE of YOU.
Internally you were freaking out and your eyes slightly widened while you try to act calm on the outside as he spoke up
"Thank you, really, it means a lot."
He still remained smiling at you while you stood there trying not to freak out even more because despite those being simple words they really hit the feelings for you.
And really on the other part, he felt no different, those words did mean a lot to him, more than they should have, more than it would to a normal person hearing those words because frankly hearing those words from someone that has an exceptional place in your heart means a whole fucking lot.
Before you could really say anything again, you felt yourself being tackled by someone and immediately your mind quite literally snapped out of its daze and focused on trying to not lose balance as the individual now fully wrapped his large arms around you.
"I MISSED YOU SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA!"
Kangin sobbed out as he hid his face in the crook of your neck and you couldn't help but chuckle and chose to just go with the flow while you pulled your arms out of the uncomfortable embrace to now comfortably wrap them around his large frame.
Guesung's face dropped, and the smile on his face vanished before he could even comprehend, of course he knew you were not particularly there for him, you were friends with most of the players and Kangin but he couldn't help the small selfish desire wishing you'd have come up to him and instead tackled him just the Kangin did to you, he'd be ready to embrace you, just how you were embracing Kangin.
The small irk of irritation began forming again when he noticed how tightly Kangin had held you, it was always like that, it was normal between you both. His jaw tensed as he looked away and he straightened his broad shoulders as he walked away without even soaring you another glance.
You noticed him as your head was over Kangin's shoulder and as expected you also took note of how his expression dropped which made a small frown settle on your face.
He was just smiling a minute ago, what suddenly happened?
It wasn't like it was your fault really, it was neither's fault because after all love is what makes a fool of us right?
Too bad this time, it decided to make you both the fools.
(end of small flashback)
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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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Sleepy Sonny
Summary: After a long day, Heung-min sleepily crawls into bed with you while you were absorbed in a book. He lays his head on your shoulder, and occasionally reads a page of your book while lapsing into a deep sleep. Once you find out He is asleep, you gently lay him down, cover him, and turn out the light.
Warnings: None
Author's Note: If you have a request just hit me up. Hope you like it.
It was late at night, and you were sitting in bed, absorbed in a book. You were so engrossed in the story that you didn't even notice Heung-min come into the room until he crawled into bed beside you and laid his head on your shoulder.
You looked down at him and smiled, amused by how tired he looked. He had been at training all day, and it was clear that he was exhausted.
"Rough day?" you asked, gently stroking his hair.
Heung-min nodded, but didn't say anything. Instead, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clearly trying to relax. You didn't mind. You continued reading her book, content to have Heung-min beside you.
As the minutes ticked by, you noticed that Heung-min had drifted off to sleep. You chuckled softly to yourself, wondering how long he had been trying to stay awake.
You continued reading for a while, occasionally feeling Heung-min stir or shift in his sleep. At one point, you noticed that he had even tried to read along with you.
You smiled and shook your head, finding the sight of Heung-min sleepily trying to read your book both cute and endearing.
But eventually, you realized that Heung-min was truly asleep, his breathing slow and even. You gently laid him down on the pillow beside you, tucking the blanket around him to keep him warm.
You turned out the light and settled back into bed, feeling content and peaceful with Heung-min beside you. You couldn't help but smile as you thought about you relationship, about how you had found each other despite living in different countries, and how you were able to find comfort and love in the simple moments you shared.
And as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that there would be many more nights like this to come, where you and him would find solace and comfort in each other's arms.
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"BUY YOU A FLOWER SHOP"
glossyblue: hi, I hope you are well, this time I came with Son Heung Min, enjoy it:) 🩵 *english is not my first language* Summary: When you thought your husband had forgotten about you and wasn't going to wish you a happy International Women's Day. pairing: son heung min × y/n
From this morning, you were busy responding to the Women's Day congratulations messages. It was International Women's Day and everywhere was filled with various posts and congratulations. You were sure that Sonny had also understood this matter, but you knew your husband well; he wasn't very into these things and didn't show much reaction. Even on Valentine's Day, he just said congratulations and tried to make time for you in his busy schedule. The only time he planned and bought a gift was on your birthday, but you didn't know what his reaction would be on the first year of your married life on Women's Day! You had seen several posts from his teammates in Tottenham who had bought gifts for their wives and girlfriends and congratulated them, but there was no news from Sonny... You looked at the screen of your phone with the name "Sonny" on it and answered, "Yes, Sonny?" In a calm voice, he said, "Where are you?" "At home." "good, I wanted to say that I'll be late tonight after training, I have to go to my friend's house. Don't wait for me and eat your dinner." "Okay, take care of yourself." "bye, love."
You felt a little upset, but you thought that continuing like this wouldn't change anything. So, you decided not to ruin the rest of your day and have a good time. Because you had been such a strong woman during this time, you decided to celebrate.You put on the new clothes you had just bought and took good care of yourself. You decided to spend your time in the streets and cafes of London. You went to a cafe that you really liked and ordered a piece of chocolate cake and your favorite coffee. You enjoyed the orders and the view in front of you and had a small celebration.
Then you went to the shops and did some shopping for things you needed, including delicious and cute snacks! You entertained yourself and also bought the necessary ingredients for cooking a delicious dinner. Then you went back home to prepare dinner as quickly as possible.
While cooking, you heard a noise of door. you wasn't sure who it could be; it definitely wasn't Sonny. So, who had come to visit you? You went to the door and opened it, seeing Maria's face made you hug her out of happiness. You said, "Where have you been? I missed you, your trip took so long." Maria laughed and said, "First let me come inside." You let her into the house and sit on the couch. "My trip took a while but it was good, I just arrived yesterday. I was so tired, slept all day, but I couldn't bear it anymore, so I thought I should go see my friend now." "You did a good thing." You were so happy to see your friend after 3 months that you forgot to take the bouquet of flowers from her hand. You asked, "Is this for me?" "Of course, you know today is Women's Day, right?" "Yeah, happy Women's Day and thank you for the flowers." You took the flowers in your hand, smelled them, and started posing with them as if a camera was on you.
You looked at her with the sound of Maria's phone camera, and said to her in surprise, "Did you take a picture?" "Yes, you look very nice. " You went closer to her and said, "Let me see." She said, "You'll see it later, tell me what are you doing now?" "I'm cooking." Maria looked around and said, "So where is Sonny?" You took a deep breath and said, "at friend's house, he has some work, you know when he has a match tomorrow, he spends a lot of time with his teammates and talks." Maria shook her head and said, "So he's coming late tonight? And you're alone?" You didn't say anything and hugged Maria tightly. You spent the rest of the night eating dinner, washing dishes, and talking until Maria went home and said goodbye.
You were so tired and yet couldn't sleep. It meant that you wanted to sleep and were tired, but you waited for Sonny. So, you decided to sit on your bed and entertain yourself with your phone until your husband came. You opened your Instagram and were confronted with a post that made your heart beat faster. Was it Sonny? Your husband? Had he posted about you? The same picture that Maria took of you? Son Heung Min didn't show his wife's face much, but now what happened? You had a lot of questions, but at the same time, you wanted to bang your head against the wall out of extreme happiness.
𝗵𝗺_𝘀𝗼𝗻7
tagged 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 liked by 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 and 567,789 others. 𝗵𝗺_𝘀𝗼𝗻7 I may not tell you everday that you mean the world to me but you do. The day you stepped into my life you changed it into sth beautiful and meaningful. I want to see you win and happy, i want to help you and see you succed. I'm your biggest fan and i'll be with you every single step of the way. Love you❤️🌸
You were so happy! With sparkling eyes of excitement, you called your husband he said, "My beautiful wife, did you like your flowers?" You laughed and wholeheartedly replied, "Very much, why didn't you tell me?" "I couldn't come, but when I found out Maria had returned, I decided to ask her for help so that at least the flowers I got for you would reach you." You laughed and said, "Thank you, they are very beautiful." Your laughter energized him and he said, "If you're going to be this happy, with a bunch of flowers from now on, I'll buy you a flower shop."
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Also cruising with sonny late night listening to music in his car 🥹🥲
His hand on ur thigh windows down and you could be singing to him
*sure thing by Miguel*
authors note: heyy, here's your request. i wasn't sure what vibe/genre you were going for but hopefully, you'll like this. i think this might be one of my personal favs
word count: approx 1.1k words
warnings: none, pure fluff maybe a twinge of angst if you squint your eyes
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"Come on, I can't sleep." Son's comment elicited a sleepy groan from the girl beside him.
"So you won't go on a drive with me? He lowered his head until his face was almost touching yours.
"Sonny, it's 1 AM." you stirred, your eyes still closed.
"And?" he said before brushing your forehead with his lips.
He observes as you scoff at the sheer audacity he has to wake you up.
"Come on, you've been down since you came back from France, the drive will cheer you up, and I want to see my favourite girl smile," he whined. You groaned but then reluctantly opened your eyes and took a deep breath.
"I'll even buy you food." He said, trying to bribe you. You rolled your eyes, and a small smile escaped your lips
Not only because the food sounded good but so did spending time with Son. It's true that you've been upset over the last few days. It was also true that it had something to do with your recent trip to France. But you weren't ready to talk about it yet, and you are grateful to Sonny for not pressuring you to open up.
"Fine," you grumble, "But I better get my food."
"I swear all you do is eat. Maybe your new nickname should be piggy," he said before breaking into his famous laugh, which quickly died down once he caught you sending daggers.
"Do you want to go on a drive alone? I swear you hang around Dele too much," you said, rolling your eyes before getting up from the bed.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he hugged you from behind, leaning heavily on you.
"I can't change with you on me." You shook your head, attempting to ignore the warmth his embrace provided.
"Say you forgive me." He leaned away and looked into your eyes, his expression pleading for understanding
"I forgive you," you uttered the words reluctantly, unsure if you meant them.
He turned you around in his hands. "I don't believe you."
You sighed, your anger dissipating as you looked into his eyes. You couldn't stay mad at him when he looked at you with that adorable pout.
"I," you say softly, kissing his neck.
"For" you, leave one on his left cheek.
"Give", and you leave another on his right.
"You," you let out before lightly connecting your lips with his.
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You had to admit that drives with Sonny were the best. You felt something you couldn't put into words as the two of you watched the world fade together. His hand was gently resting inside your thigh. A feeling you wouldn't trade. You felt safe, secure, and deeply connected to him.
He turns on the music, and that's what fills the silence inside the car.
You are a big fan of r&b music, so it wasn't a surprise that you were singing along to the chorus of Sure Thing not very long into the drive.
Even when the sky comes falling
Even when the sun don't shine
I got faith in you and I
He wished that he could tell what you were thinking. He didn't want to admit it, but he was addicted to the girl sitting beside him. He knew he wasn't your usual type. He was surprised you two lasted so long. But he was grateful for meeting you. All he wanted to do was remove all the pain in your life and replace it with joy.
So put your pretty little hand in mine.
Finally, you sang, squeezing his hand with your tighs and making him look.
You closed your eyes and bopped your head in time to the music, seemingly oblivious to anything around you. Son was completely captivated; he couldn't tear his gaze away from you.
"You might want to pay attention to the road unless you want us to die," you said with a hint of playfulness. Your words startled him out of his trance.
Son smiles at you and listens to you sing for the rest of the drive.
At some point during your trip, you guys stopped to get food. Doing rock, paper, scissors to decide who would choose the place to eat. You won and settled on some maccies. You two sat in the car, belting out tunes while eating, having the time of your lives no worries, and completely stress-free.
You wished every day could be like this.
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When you looked out the window, the people, the lights, the trees, and the night sky all blurred together into one chaotic palette.
It was as if only you and Son existed, with everyone else a mere speck on the canvas of your life.
With the man beside you, contentment was the only emotion you felt. Even that was an understatement.
You were slowly lulled to sleep by the light breeze on your face, your mouth slightly open and a calm expression on your face. Son smiled to himself as he stopped at a red light. He leaned across and gently kissed the crown of your head. His lips lingered for a moment longer, and he inhaled deeply before closing his eyes, savouring the moment. A fragment of your singing had stuck in his mind, and he recalled it.
If you be the cash, I'll be the rubber band
You be the match, I will be a fuse, boom!
You sang, your face hidden behind your hands. Your face only reappeared as you said the final word. He could tell you loved the way the song made you feel as you danced back and forth in your seat.
Painter baby, you could be the muse
I'm the reporter, baby you could be the news
He was wide-eyed, so amused by you and your voice. You could have fooled him into thinking he was a pirate and you were a siren trying to entice him. It was like he was stuck in a trance, absolutely in awe.
'Cause you're the cigarette and I'm the smoker
We raise a bet 'cause you're the joker
You poked his shoulder with a grin. His heart skipped a beat, and he smiled as he watched you. Everyone has an addiction, and he was sure you were his.
Checked off, you are the chalk and I could be the blackboard
And you can be the talk and I could be the walk
As you sang quietly, you didn't notice the man watching you with a flushed face and a lovesick look on his face. The words "I love you" came out of his mouth unexpectedly.
You stopped singing, stunned and embarrassed by the sudden outburst.
You were so flustered, and he thought it was adorable. The corners of his eyes crinkle as his smile broadens.
With those precious moments of your angelic voice, he knew you were the girl he wanted to marry.
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Take Care
Son Heungmin
Sonny is recovering from an injury and he’s going away for the world cup. [Requested]
Warm food was ready on the table. She had bought those bath bombs that he liked, refilled his favourite soap, and replaced the empty bottle of face toner. She had changed the bed sheet and covers. The aromatherapy candle in the bedroom was ready to be lit. She had set the house to perfection and got everything ready so Sonny would have the best comfort.
She had felt the horror just over a week ago when she received the news about Sonny being injured. Things had been a blur since. Some examinations, a surgery, recovery sessions, and endless discussions about the world cup. Even though a fractured eye socket wasn’t a huge injury, it didn’t make it less overwhelming especially when Sonny’s participation at the biggest tournament is at stake.
But thankfully everything was going the right way. Sonny was all better now and was confirmed to be a part of the world cup squad. He’d started to do his own sessions of training and today he’d gone to the stadium to watch the match; she’d chosen to use the time to clean the house and do things she hadn’t had the time to do.
The night was getting deeper, but she patiently waited for Sonny to come home. She rushed to the door when she heard Sonny’s car pull up. Even though she knew he was okay—she saw those photos of him and Rodrigo after the match, both men had wide smiles plastered on their faces—she couldn’t help but to worry. She had actually asked him to stay home but he insisted on going, saying he needed to watch the last match and see his mates before going away for the world cup.
“Hi. You okay?” She asked, welcoming Sonny with a hug.
“I’m okay. Like I promised, I came home safely. All good. Nothing to worry about.”
“I simply can’t not worry about you.” She hugged him a little bit tighter. After the injury she had been feeling awful every time she had to let Sonny get out of the house. She honestly would prefer to have him stay home so he could always be under her watch.
Sonny led himself to the kitchen as she asked him about how the match had gone, she trailed behind him. He animatedly bragged about how Rodrigo had scored two goals, how the boys had put on a fight. Sonny looked genuinely happy and that gave her a little bit of relief, mostly because he’d been a little bit down lately because of the injury.
“The mood was good. It was nice to get a win before the break. Everyone was happy and— Wait a minute.” Sonny only wanted to get some water at first, but the sight of the dining table caught his eye, so he stopped. “You cooked? Oh, no. I already had dinner, babe.” He turned to her with an apologetic look.
“I know. It’s fine. I just cooked a bit just in case you were hungry,” she shrugged. “Do you want to just take a bath? I’ll run the water.”
Sonny immediately took a seat and picked up a fork. It was already too late for dinner and he really shouldn’t be taking any more carbs today. Though he knew she wouldn’t even get upset if he didn’t eat it, the food she had cooked was still warm and looked very appetising. He couldn’t resist, especially when he knew it was going to be good.
“Baby, this is so good,” he commented as he munch on the food. His eyes sparkled like it always did every time he ate her food, which gave her that warm and fulfilling feeling. He gave her a smile, which was infectious, she smiled too. “I need to have some bites. Please don’t tell my nutritionist.”
She giggled as she ran her hand through his hair. “I won’t. How about the bath? You feel like taking a warm bath before bed?”
A cheeky grin appeared on Sonny’s face, and he nodded.
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“I feel like it’s my birthday. You’re kind of spoiling me tonight,” Sonny said as he got in the bathtub. The water was turquoise and smelled nice from the bathbomb; his favourite one, he always said that it made him calm and relaxed. “This is really comfortable, innit?”
“You tell me,” she said, pulling up a stool so she could sit near him beside the bathtub. “I think you’re really gonna have a good night's sleep tonight. Watched a fun match, ate good food, end the day with a warm bath…”
“I know. Today was a good day. Almost feels like my birthday because I feel like you’re spoiling me.” Sonny reached for her hand and gave it a light squeeze. “Thank you.”
She shrugged. “It’s not much.”
“No. Thank you for everything. You’ve been taking a really good care of me. I really don’t know what I’d do without you,” Sonny said, staring into her eyes. She knew he meant every word, she could feel how genuine he was being.
She let out a little sigh as her other hand went to his face. She graced her fingers on his cheek very carefully, still scared to hurt him even though he said that he no longer felt any pain. Sonny seemed to melt into her gentle touch, closing his eyes and slightly leaning his head, wanting more of it. She, on the other hand, felt her heart clenched when she stared at his healing scar.
“I’d do anything to help my baby recover and stay fit. He needs to captain his country at the world cup, remember?” She gave him a reassuring smile. Sonny drew her hand closer to his lips and placed a kiss on it.
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“Promise me you’ll take care of yourself,” she muttered. The worry was creeping back and it showed in her voice. It was quite a tiring day for her and it was time to get some rest, but she just couldn’t stop thinking. “Listen to your coaches, get enough rest, have fun.”
They were in bed, lying face to face as their hands linked. Both were wearing matching pyjamas, covered by a warm blanket. Sonny was already drifting to sleep and honestly she could easily fall asleep too now, but she still wanted to use the opportunity to just stare at his beautiful face.
Sonny was going to leave in three days for the world cup, they’d be away from each other for a moment. She’d go with his family once the tournament started but they would only have very limited time to see him, so she was determined that she’d make the best out of the next three days with him.
“Are you still listening?”
“Hmmm,” Sonny responded.
“Promise me you won’t get injured again…”
“Can’t promise that. But I’ll try,” he vaguely mumbled.
“Promise me you’ll win the games.”
“I’ll try…”
Her lips perked into a small smile when Sonny opened his sleepy eyes and blinked them slowly a couple of times before meeting hers. “I need you to promise me something too,” he said. He sounded rather serious. “Take care of yourself. You’ve been stressing out so much, so once I depart for the world cup, I want you to take a break, have time for yourself.”
She simply nodded.
“Go have lunch with your best friends, bake some cookies, go shopping, do whatever you want. Okay? Stop worrying me for a second. I’ll be fine. Okay?”
She giggled and shuffled closer to put a kiss on his cheek. “Okay, I promise,” she said, kissing his cheek once again.
“Come here, now.”
Sonny opened his arms and she fell right into his embrace. He hugged her tight and caressed her back, kissing her on her forehead. She put her palm against her chest, feeling it heaving up and down, feeling his heartbeat. The conversation eventually ended and it didn’t take long until they both fell asleep. She fell asleep with a smile on her face, knowing that this had been a good day, for the first time in what felt like forever. She didn’t mind that it had been rough lately, but all that matters was that Sonny was happy again and getting his spirit back. And maybe she had to give herself a little credit for that.
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