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"this love came back to me." - XI

Pairing: Sunghoon!AU x Reader

Summary: sunghoon never stopped loving his best friend's older sister. even when you broke his heart. even when you left. will he finally let you go or will you finally open up your heart to him?

Chapter word count: 1.430k

CHAPTER WARNINGS: eheheheh; lovers zone; touchy sunghoon; mentions of sex; kissing; mentions of alcohol;

XI. my pretty girl

Sunghoon stands with his hands behind his back, a tall proud silhouette in front of the rising moon. With his slick black hair brushed back, he can easily be mistaken for a prince, a perfect son of a royal family. If it wasn’t for his modern clothes, sometimes you’d think he jumped straight out of a fairy tale book.

His eyes sparkle like they always do when he sees you, his gaze skating over your figure. A mistake.

Big mistake, because you’re so beautiful, it steals the newfound oxygen from his lungs. He swallows thickly and takes a step toward you as you take another one back. Another step – and your back meets the cold railing of the balcony. Doesn’t matter how hot the summer nights are, that goddamn railing was always freezing.

He takes another, final step toward you until you have to tilt your head back to maintain eye contact. There's nothing separating you now but a whiff of a breath in the hot, humid air. You remember when the two of you were the same height.

“Hi, pretty,” he knows you're tired; he can sense it in the way you instantly cling to him and respond quietly, "Missed you.”

“Missed you more.”

You’ve only been apart for two hours, maximum. But you’ve gotten so wrapped around him over the past month that every second away feels like a lifetime, however dramatic that may sound. His eyes drop to your stained red lips, the strawberry-scented lip oil making it difficult to look away.

“Everyone keeps pestering me about us.”

You'd attempted to keep your relationship private for a while, at least a couple of weeks. But destiny had other plans when Sunghoon showed up at your house in a fitted black tee and jeans that only hugged him in the right places. You could only do so much.

Sunghoon scoffs, more amused than exasperated, “'Course they are. Everyone saw you dragging me upstairs last week.”

You cock your head to one side, “Dragging you? Last time I checked, you came willingly.”

He'd run wherever you told him to.

He nods meaningfully, reaching up and tucking his right hand underneath your jaw, “I sure did, pretty.”

It takes you a couple of seconds to catch up, but the ever-present smirk on his handsome face gives him away.

“God, you’re disgusting,” your cheeks are burning, as they always do when his smart mouth comes out to play.

He’s still smirking as his gaze moves over your features slowly, tongue pressed into his cheek. He can’t believe you’re his girl.

“You love it.”

“No I don’t,” you sound far weaker than what you want to. Was it always this hard not to kiss him when he was just an inch away?

You can tell he’s not really listening anymore. His all-rough palms find your bare waist with ease, giving it a squeeze before pulling you into his chest, “Are you breaking my heart, pretty?”

Your smaller hands skate up his torso to rest on his shoulders, “You’re not getting rid of me that easily Park.”

“No?”

“Never,” you counter, wrapping your arms around his neck absentmindedly, “As long as you keep the nasty jokes to yourself.”

“You know I can’t,” he murmurs, “I’m barely holding myself together right now. I mean,” Sunghoon says, his voice lower now, gravelly. His eyes drop to the column of your throat as you swallow, soft inches of bare skin that are waiting to be marked, again, “We should’ve just stayed up in your room.”

He leans forward and swipes his thumb over your bottom lip gently, with just enough pressure. Just a few hours ago, you were tracing all his skin with your finger, his wet lips on your neck.

“Behave.”

It’s a poor attempt to scold him, but you do your best. It’s hard to think when your boyfriend, your very very attractive boyfriend, is caging you against a balcony. There’s something so…personal, about being with him, about being locked away in his arms. Being his. It makes everyone and everything at the party feel miles away.

Fuck, you can barely remember what you were doing before you found him. You have to remind yourself that you’re out in public.

You’ll never get tired of kissing Sunghoon. There isn’t a word to describe how you feel when you’re with him, but it’s…unreal. So devastatingly good, almost too good to be real. He’s so close, his head ducking to yours, lips a hairsbreadth away and yet still so far.

“Stop teasing, asshole.”

“Not doing anything, angel.”

You place your hands on Sunghoon’s sharp jaw, “Gonna make me do it myself?”

“Well…You did kiss me first. It’s only fair we honor the tradition.”

“Right,” You raise your brow skeptically, “Trying to get blue balls tonight, I see.”

“You can’t resist me, pretty” he hedges, grinning roguishly, “The sex is way hotter when you’re piss—”

The flesh of your palm presses into his cheeks, and you pull him closer, red lips making contact with his. Hard. It’s the sort of kiss that bruises, that has the pair of you gasping for air.

His hand drops to your ass, palming it unapologetically, a habit he acquired rather quickly once you two got together. Not that you’d ever complain. Sunghoon will never have enough of you at once.

You’re all consuming, all his.

When you do finally pull away, all you see are plump lips and eyes that seem brighter than they were before.

“I love you,” he repeats, sighing defeatedly, leaning into your touch.

You tilt his chin down again, so you can peck his chin, “I love you,” Your warm cheeks burning, “So much.”

Sunghoon leans forward, pressing his lips to yours. It’s not really a kiss, just resting his lips on top of yours and breathing each other in. And you stay like that for what feels like hours, wrapped in each other’s embrace and soaking in the reality that you’re finally happy.

“Can you say it again?” His lips don’t move from yours, so the words are muffled, but you hear him just the same.

“You’re pushing it.”

“Say it.”

“I love you.”

His lips pull up until he’s sending you that sweet, devilish grin, through half-lidded eyes, feeling the way his lungs squeeze when you look at him that way.

“My pretty girl.”

You’ve never been so thankful for the curious voice in the back of your head. For bravery and fear, the relief, and the joy he brings to you. And his laughter, his stupid, stupendous, loud laughter. There was never someone quite as extraordinary and perfect as Sunghoon for you. Whatever self-compromises, doubts, and thorns you both went through. It was worth it. The absolute sacrifices and his speechless selflessness when it came to you, to only want to give you the very best.

You understand it all now.

“You’re never leaving my sight again.”

His head dips down towards the left side of your head, pressing his lips softly behind your ear. You thank your lucky stars for the balcony railing and his sturdy body, otherwise, you’d already be on your knees as he slowly moves down your neck.

Sunghoon loves the way you shudder beneath him when he touches you. You love it just as much.

“We’re in public,” You gulp, taking a deep breath to stop yourself from doing something you’ll regret later on. Like flashing your entire family and letting Sunghoon do whatever he wants with you.

However, he pays no mind to you, pushing your hair back, giving him more access to your neck, sparing no time. Your head automatically falls back, mouth agape as you let out a soft sight, craning your neck to him.

“I can stop pretty..” He’s teasing, lips separating from your neck.

“Oh my fucking god?!”

Jake’s voice wakes you up from whatever trance you were stuck on. Your hands automatically push Sunghoon away, and if you weren’t traumatized enough by the situation, you’d have laughed at the way he stumbles, the surprised look on his face would’ve had you teasing him for hours.

Jake ducks his head and grimaces, making loud, gagging noises that only heighten your embarrassment. “Fucking,” he manages between faux retching, “Disgusting.”

Sunghoon’s quick enough to call him out, “Get your ass back inside.”

“My eyes!” He screeches, “I know you got all this pent-up sexual frustration going on, but the balcony, really?!”

“We’ve done worse.”

You glance over at your brother helplessly, looking reasonably chagrined. “He’s kidding,” you try.

“’M not,” Sunghoon challenges, gaze set on his best friend, brows raised, “Want me to list them?” He trails off, eyeing Jake warily.

“Sunghoon!” you interrupt sharply, feeling your cheeks burn.

Your brother backs up, hand wrapped around his mouth as if the alcohol he drowned tonight is about to make a special appearance, “This is officially the worst summer of my life.”

Sunghoon pays him little attention, eliminating the space between you two again, sneaking a quick kiss to your cheek.“Deal with it.”

Yeah, you're going to marry this man.

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...yes, im alive.

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Also, I know this chapter isn't super long like the last one but I did my best lmao. Hope you enjoy horny Sunghoon.

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