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vivvangel · 2 months
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tease | park sunghoon
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viv's note 💌: hey just before you read, just wanna say i'm not sexualizing sunghoon w these pics! he's allowed to post wtvr he wants, he's a grown man. i love love sunghoon sm but i just wanna make it clear that i write smut for fun, and this isn't meant to potray how the members are! ALSOOO happy 200 of u🥰
synopsis: sunghoon is just a huge, huge tease, and so are you! › pairings & contents: tease bf!hoon x reader. smut smut smut ! suggestive content. ✧ warnings: sunghoon is a huge tease, mentions of thirst traps, boners, idk what else really ━━━━━━ MDNI.
• tease!sunghoon who sends you shirtless mirror selfies after blow drying his hair
• tease!sunghoon who sends you random videos of his abs in dim light, while sensually touching them
• tease!sunghoon sunghoon who sends you an innocent fit check, but he has a boner, and he makes sure you see it
• tease!sunghoon who posts thirst traps on his private tiktok, except you're the only one he's following back — only you get to see it.
• tease!sunghoon who acts confused when you ask him about his antics
• to get back at, tease!sunghoon, you intentionally arched your back forward while washing the dishes, and he fell right into your trap, his eyes immediately going to your ass
• tease!sunghoon who almost furiously gets up from the couch, going to you, grabbing your wrist gently as he turns you around, "what game are you playing, baby?" -- "game? what game? i'm just doing the dishe—" - "bullshit."
• tease!sunghoon who fucks you all night long after getting extremely turned on by you...washing dishes
• tease!sunghoon who murmurs, "fuck baby, sorry,, sorry for riling you up, fuck" against your neck — " ah, baby, so good, pussy too good" and he's almost on the verge of tears because of how good you feel. he's so overwhelmed by the feeling of you cleaning around his cock
• tease!sunghoon who makes you swallow all of his cum
• tease!sunghoon who snuggles up next to you, almost cutely kissing your check — almost as if he planned all of this before.
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seongclb · 4 months
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BIRTHDAY CALL ! park sunghoon
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PAIRING. classmate!hoon x classmate!reader
WARNINGS. none that i’m aware of :)
WORD COUNT. 1117
N. happy birthday to the loml, my handsome boy with the prettiest dimples ever! idk what this is btw i wanted to make it an smau??? we shall see
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“hello?” as soon as the almost melodic sound of sunghoons voice echoed through your bedroom from your phone on speaker, you began to deeply regret letting your friends convince you to prank call sunghoon.
to be fair, at the time their words of convincing seemed extremely plausible; there was a slim chance of sunghoon realising that it was you speaking, since you were on no caller id and the times that he’d actually held a conversation with you was little.
it wasn’t that you didn’t want to, it was just far too nerve wracking. who wouldn’t be nervous to talk to a man with a face like that?
sure, you had loads of mutual friends and there were many opportunities to speak to him but the fear of blabbering like a buffoon in front of sunghoon was scarier than anything you’d imagine. so, this was your only chance of having some fun with the guy. it was harmless, and a great way to end your night with a smile on your face after hearing his voice.
that being said, you should have just stopped after hearing him say “hello?”
but, nope. that definitely was not what happened following.
shakily, you scramble to unmute the call and frantically look at your friends sitting around you, “i heard you’re good at math!”
your friends furrow their eyebrows at you, mouthing words of a frenzy since this was far from what was rehearsed. originally, the plan was to say a silly joke about his football jersey and tell him how good looking he was. but, clearly your mind had ideas of their own.
sunghoon chuckles into the phone, and the noise of him closing a door is evident, “yeah, i’d say i am. why?”
there wasn’t a single thought behind your next actions, “oh, well this might be easy to understand then! are you math? because i can’t understand my feelings around you.”
your friends facepalm, throwing their heads into your nearby pillows to muffle their sounds of dismay upon quite possibly the cheesiest thing they’ve ever heard.
sunghoon booms with laughter, almost in disbelief, and you can hear the smile plastered on his lips as he says, “i’m pretty sure anyone would understand that pick up line, even if they weren’t good at math.”
“you’re right,” you bite your lip, feeling your stomach churn as the call goes silent for a moment.
“i have to say,” sunghoon exhales, “i expected better from you, y/n.”
“huh?” you gasp, your breathing rates growing faster with each passing second.
again, the sounds of sunghoon rummaging around in his room are coursing through your ears; if the sounds of his movements weren’t clear enough before, they certainly were right now due to your immense fear upon him realising it was you who had decided to call him the evening before a lesson with him. the room suddenly reeked of your desperation to hear his voice, which was the mere reason for you calling him in the first place.
“i’m pretty sure this is you, y/n,” sunghoon lightly laughs into the phone. “make sure you do your biology notes for tomorrows lesson.”
and with that, the phone call cuts. the phone slips out of your hand as all colour in your skin seeps out of your body.
fingers white and slippery from how hard you’re clutching your books that sweat begins to form, making your hands clammy. your eyes clamp shut as you step into the biology classroom, looking down at the floor in order to not make eye contact with the oh, so beautiful boy who sits on the desk a mere five feet away from you.
although you focus on everything else in the room, his eyes boring into you is the only thing you can notice and feel. clearing your throat, you slip into your seat and frantically open your textbooks, reciting a silent prayer begging for the lesson to go by faster than ever. as you focus on the suddenly jumbled words on your textbook, you can hear people greeting sunghoon and wishing him a happy birthday.
“thanks, man,” sunghoon smiles up at one of his friends.
“are you doing anything for your birthday?” his friend asks, also taking a seat since class was about to start.
sunghoon takes a breath, and you can feel his eyes on you once again, “maybe? we’ll see.”
the bell chimes beautifully, announcing that it was okay to run out of the classroom. victory could only last so long with the sweet taste of it being ripped away from you seconds after escaping the suffocating class room, you felt a hand on your backpack pull you to another direction.
looking over your shoulder, you saw a smirking sunghoon standing over you with a hand tightly grasped around the strap of your backpack.
“aren’t you going to wish me a happy birthday?” sunghoon smiles warmly, towering over you as he stands with his hands in his pockets.
“oh, happy birthday,” you say, swiftly despite my throat feeling dry from the anxiety of having him standing so close, knowing what you had done the previous evening.
sunghoon laughs, just like he had done the night before. you watch his dimples appear in his cheeks as his nose scrunches up and his eyes curl into the cutest crescents you’ve ever seen.
“what’s so funny?” you gulp, adjusting your backpack.
“you. you’re funny,” sunghoon breathes out. “was my phone call your birthday gift to me?”
after the phone call, your friends had decided that feigning innocence was the best option, “i’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”
sunghoon rolls his eyes, “don’t try it. i know how your voice sounds. i’ve been in your class for three years.”
you frown, “was it that obvious?”
sunghoon chuckles, “yes! just because we don’t talk that often doesn’t mean i wouldn’t know! i’m not that slow.”
“but, still,” you mutter, somewhat disappointed. yet, there was something so heartwarming about knowing how sunghoon recognised your voice. perhaps all that participating in schools and presentations had been worth the embarrassment, since sunghoon could now easily distinguish your voice.
sunghoons still staring at you with a kind smile, “you know what would make my birthday even better that it already has been?”
you shake your head as sunghoon takes a step closer.
“go out with me,” sunghoon asks, raising one of his perfectly carved eyebrows.
“as if i’d say no,” you reciprocate his the wide grin across his cheeks. “only because it’s a birthday gift.”
with a bite of your lip, hoping he realises your attempt at making a smooth joke. by the amused expression painted over his face, sunghoon definitely has.
“that’s the only reason?” he ponders, acting disappointed. “what a shame. i thought you were interested in me.”
you straighten up, “what would happen if i was?”
“then, i’d ask you for your number. so you don’t get any more random ideas to prank call me instead of asking me out like a normal person,” sunghoon looks down at you with twinkling eyes.
you roll your eyes, “give me your phone.”
“gladly,” sunghoon beams.
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yunsies · 3 months
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SADIST. psh
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pairings bf sunghoon x fmr 800 words warnings 18+ content (fingering) genre smut note wrote this when i was high out of my mind LOL enjoy
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sunghoon pushes you into an empty bedroom, the noises of people scattered amongst the house of the party and the music fading out, leaving sunghoon to take compete control over your senses.
“should have stayed at home when we had the chance,” he mumbles against your lips, smudging your lipstick over your mouth with every rough movement of his lips. “should have stayed and let me fuck you in this fucking outfit. you look too hot.”
each of his words force you to get wetter the second they leave his mouth. sunghoon snakes a hand around your waist to support you as he continues pushing you further into the room until he reaches the bed and throws you down onto it.
“can’t we go home first?” i ask, looking up at him as he unbuckles his belt with one hand and a smirk plastered on his lips along with a faded tint of my lipstick.
sunghoon shakes his head, before leaning down to pepper kisses amongst your neck and up to your jaw, “you think i can wait that long, baby? you’re crazy.”
one of his hands keep your waist still, as the other rakes up and down your thighs and occasionally reaching into your inner thighs so he can dangerously inch closer to your core.
when he does this, your thighs instantly shut and rub together, earning a tut from him. opening your eyes that were previously clenched shut, sunghoon coos down at you evilly.
“don’t do that again,” he warns, pulling your thighs open again before continuing his movements.
“sunghoon,” you whine, placing a hand ontop of his.
sunghoon cocks an eyebrow at you, “what’s the matter, baby?”
his hand moves up to caress your cheek; he’s being so gentle, too gentle.
“fuck me,” you almost cry, to which sunghoon almost chuckles. he looks down at you, helping you take your dress off and not forgetting to press a kiss wherever he can to show just how pretty he finds you.
sunghoon lowers the dress off your body, discarding it onto the floor and returns to running a hand of his over your legs until it reaches the straps of your heels. sunghoon adores them, he almost kneeled when he saw you put them on just as you were going to leave for the party. he found the gold straps of them on your legs divine, amongst the rest of you, which is why he begged you to stay home with him tonight, so he could take care of you all night long and give you what you rightfully deserved. now that you were asking for it, being cruel to you seemed a better option.
“correct me if im wrong, baby. but, were you not the one who insisted on staying here at this party even though i had made it clear that i’d look after you at home? i said that i would treat you well, didn’t i?” sunghoon cups your cheek, caressing it before gripping it and forcing you to meet his dark eyes.
you nod, unable to form words when his gaze was so intense.
“use your words,” sunghoon sneers.
“yes, but i didn’t think i would get this needy.”
sunghoon chuckles lowly, “you didn’t? but you’re always this needy, baby. always so needy for my dick.”
he smiles, bending his neck to press a kiss on your lips, “don’t worry, i’ll give you what you want.”
a moment later, his hands dip underneath your lacy underwear that you undoubtedly wore just to get a reaction from him. it doesn’t take more than a swift movement for sunghoon to feel your wetness pooling at your core. he lets out a sharp hiss, collecting as much of it as he can with his fingers while your hips jolt upwards from the contact.
“so wet, every single time. i’ll never get tired of it,” he lifts his fingers out of your pussy to bring them to his mouth. he hums with a grin and tastes you, just like hes done countless of times.
“please,” you gasp out. “please, touch me again.”
it didn’t seem possible but sunghoons eyes darken even more, “as you please.”
with that, two fingers plunge into your pussy again, forcing them to stretch around him.
you yelp, it felt too good so quickly. sunghoons fingers fucked into you hard and quick as his thumb occasionally pressed against your clit.
“open your eyes and look at me,” sunghoon demanded, his low voice only making you needier. you opened your eyes to see him smirking above you, watching your face contort in pleasure.
sunghoon looked almost like a sadist, he knew his fingers weren’t going to bring you enough satisfaction as his dick; it wouldn’t ease your craving.
yet, he was prepared to make you cum on his fingers at least three times before he knew for sure that you were ready to be ruined by his dick.
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yenqa · 4 months
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angel
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synopsis — sunghoon can’t seem to figure out if you’re human or an angel.
warnings — sunghoon is a lil tipsy but sobers up quickly (also idk how tipsy people act so sorry), mentions of drinking, reader is called pretty and has a purse
pairing — sunghoon x (implied) fem!reader
wordcount — 1197
a/n — happy late bday sunghoon! hope he had the best birthday ever
inspired by the song “angel” by keshi! also not proofread sorry
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Sunghoon wasn’t having the greatest birthday of all time. After 21 years of his life he decides he likes this one the least.
It’s weird, he was supposed to be drunk and having fun at Jake’s apartment until the clock hit ungodly hours of the day, but instead it’s 9pm, and he’s more tipsy than he would like to be at a random bench in a park.
It’s not like he was kicked out or anything, but Jake’s apartment had become too stuffy for him and the smell of alcohol overwhelmed him and they had invited way too many people for his liking, so he decided it was best to go on a walk alone. He had no idea how or why he was now sitting on the bench.
Sunghoon has always been a people watcher, he enjoyed seeing others smile over news he had no idea about, or watching someone quickly walk to their destination, creating make-believe stories of where they’re going and why they’re going so fast.
There’s not many people around—scratch that, Sunghoon can’t spot anyone, but his vision is too disoriented to be trusted.
That’s when his eye catches you, strolling down the stone pathway—Wait were those angel wings?
His eyes squint towards you, unable to differentiate if you were wearing a scarf or were an actual angel from heaven, but he saw the grin on your face and figured you could easily pass for one.
You happily plop down on the other side of the bench, eyes scanning the scenery around you.
This immediately sobers him up, and he fixes his posture. Glancing over to him, you give him a smile, asking “What are you doing here so late at night?”
He’s unable to comprehend that you’re talking to him, as if the alcohol had come rushing back to his head and made him unable to think or even say anything to pretty people like you.
He finally finds his voice, replying, “It’s my birthday, and I’ve been out with my friends all day, but I needed some space for a little.”
Gasping at the mention of his birthday, you rummage through your purse, also saying “Why didn’t you say so! I don’t have a gift for you.”
He chuckled, shaking his hands, “You don’t have to give me a gift, we don’t even know each other's name yet, angel girl.” Looking up, you can feel warmth fill your cheeks at the name, quickly snapping out of it to search for something you can do.
“My name’s Y/n, what’s your name, birthday boy?”
Letting out an Ah-hah! You showcase a small lighter proudly in your hands, he mumbles your name to himself a couple of times, forcing it to go to his sober mind so he remembers everything.
You push the lighter, letting a flame fill the metal part, scooting next to him, you gesture for him to blow the fire out.
He smiles, blowing it out in one go, you clap your hands singing the words happy birthday over and over again. Maybe this birthday isn’t so bad.
“Sunghoon.”
“What?” You tilt your head slightly.
“My name, it’s Sunghoon.”
Nodding, you place the match carefully into your bag, “Well, Sunghoon, how does it feel to be—wait how old are you?”
You silently pray that you aren’t talking to anyone over the age of 24, crossing your fingers in your pocket and anxiously wait for his reply.
“I’m 21 today, got my first sip of alcohol!” He jokes.
Mentally letting out a sigh of relief, you make sure he isn’t left curious, “I’m 20! But anyways—how does it feel to be officially 21?”
He takes a breath, unsure where to start.
The truth is he’s terrified of growing old, having more responsibilities than he could ever imagine. Every year he’s inching closer to a time where he’s supposed to be successful, but all he feels is that he’s failed to do anything.
“Can I say something kind of personal?” Sunghoon decides it’s much better to be safe than sorry.
You nod, a soft smile grows on your face, “Tell me anything! I’m here to listen.”
“I feel kind of scared? I don’t think I’m ready for those kinds of responsibilities.”
Feeling bold, you gently take one of his hands, cupping it with your hands. His cold hands contrasts your warms ones, but you don’t mind.
“I think you’re underestimating yourself, Sunghoon. As you grow older—yes you’ll have more responsibilities but it’ll join your routine, then when you find that you have lots of responsibilities you’ll be so used to it that you won’t even notice a thing!”
He nods, taking in your advice word by word, “I guess I never really thought of it that way, thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.”
You hum in reply, and a wave of silence washes over you two.
Turning your face up, you relish at the sight of the sky. Though the city won’t ever let the stars shine, you can still admire the moon, glimmering in the dark sky.
It's almost a full moon, and you swear you’ve never seen a sight prettier.
“The moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” You ask.
Sunghoon’s eyes widen slightly, but you don’t look over at him. He’s not sure that you understand the true meaning of it, considering you just met. So he brushed it off, agreeing with your question.
Though it’s hard to focus on the moon when there's a person right next to him, emulating a warm aura that he can’t help but mistake for something mystical.
You two sit in silence, both admiring the surreal sight ahead of you.
You finally look back at him, warmth filling your cheeks when you catch that he wasn’t even facing the moon the whole time. Looking away, he raises a hand to cover his face, you giggle, looking away just as flustered as him.
A sound of your cell phone rings through your ears, you begrudgingly pick it up, muttering an apology to him before answering the call. He doesn’t eavesdrop but he can tell it’s something important.
He’s proven right when you put the phone down, a frown on your face when you explain, “I gotta go—I’m so sorry! My sister needs urgent help with something, but have an amazing birthday Sunghoon.” You wave goodbye standing up and taking a few steps away.
He grabs your arm before you can go, turning you around so you’ll face him.
“Will I ever see you again?”
You chuckle, opening your bag to pull out a pen and an old napkin. Writing your number, you hand the napkin to him, leaving with the same grin that you had when he first spotted you.
He watches as you walk away, calling back your—what he assumes—sister to address the situation. He slouches back down when you’re out of view, checking the time he’s realized he’s been out for too long, so he races back to Jake’s house.
Walking back in he spots Jake, the boy hastily walks over to him, asking “Bro—where were you? We were looking for you.”
Sunghoon lets out five words, “I just met an angel.”
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hanniluvi · 2 months
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𐙚 CARE FOR A DANCE? — PARK SUNGHOON 𝄞
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SYNOPSIS ) “unexpectedly” running into you mid-training, he asks you for a dance. thinking it’s just for his practice, Sunghoon has other plans that night.
♪ DANCE PARTNERS ⋆ prince!sunghoon x knight-gn!reader
HIS INVITATION ✉️ ! royal au, forbidden love, angst (if you like squint), fluff
THE GUIDELINES — none ? THE WAITLIST 1.4K ( 1408 ) !
.ᐟ NOTICE 📄 hanniluvi cb!!! yk i just HAD to write for hoon again, its a tradition to have written works for him 🙏 i always end up writing fics for him its a problem … AND ALSO, writing royal aus is sooo new to me 😭 i be reading them but idk abt writing so…like the knowledge leaves my head…but its a work in progress Trust! anyways, i hope you enjoy it <3
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Using your sleeve, you wiped the sweat off your face before continuing. The clinking of your sword against the wooden targets echoed throughout the training grounds. It was late at night, and yet, you couldn’t spare for a moment of rest—you worked too hard to earn that knight title. You huffed, already preparing for another round. And as you were about to slash once more, an unexpected sound reached your ears—the approaching footsteps.
In a reflexive spin, you draw your sword, poised to face an unknown intruder. To your surprise, the intruder reveals himself as none other than Prince Park Sunghoon. He raises his hands in a gesture of peace, an amused smile playing on his lips.
"Why, you're still always on guard, aren't you?" the prince remarks, his eyes dancing with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
Lowering your sword and slightly bowing, you nod. "I didn’t expect anyone to be here at this hour. And, to answer your question, a knight's duty doesn't rest, even in the quiet of the night, Your Highness."
He released a quick sigh of relief, relieved that you finally put the sword away from his neck. "I intended to take a scroll to the garden and couldn’t help but be captivated by your skill. It’s as if you were one with the sword."
Still catching your breath, you offered a modest smile. You teased, "Why, thank you, Prince Sunghoon. Training was essential for that to happen—I’m quite flattered by your compliment.”
Sunghoon retrieves something from his pocket, extending it to you. Your gaze fell to his hand—a pristine white handkerchief. "Wipe your sweat off your face with this, instead of your sleeves," he suggested. Glancing back at him, you noticed him clearing his throat and looking away. You chuckled, accepting the handkerchief from his hand.
"Is it common for Your Highness to carry handkerchiefs during night strolls, or did you specifically hope to find me practicing late at night?"
"You're overthinking it, Sir YN," he muttered, but your attention remained on the handkerchief, adorned with his initials in gold. As you wiped away sweat, his pleased smile didn't go unnoticed. "I'll return this to you tomorrow."
"No need, you may keep it."
"Your Highness, I can't accept something crafted for royalty," he soon interjected sharply.
"I insist. Can you defy a royal order?"
"Now that's one I can't go against," you chuckled, stuffing the handkerchief into your pocket. Glancing back at him, you caught a glimmer in his eyes—a familiar look he wore when he wished for something. "Now, what do you need, Your Highness? I'm sure you didn't just happen to run into me."
A pause hung in the air, your eyes meeting in a moment of unspoken connection. Breaking the silence, Prince Sunghoon impulsively asked, "Since you're at rest, would you care for a dance under the moonlit sky to celebrate your dedication, YN?"
"A dance? While I'm all sweaty like this?" You plopped yourself on the ground, shutting your eyes for a mere second. "Shouldn't you head back to your chamber, Prince?"
“Not until you take my hand,” he reached his hand out, leaving you no choice but to accept it. You did, hoping it would expedite his return to his chambers. "If you must. What does Your Highness want to dance to?"
"Just follow my lead," he suddenly pulled you in by placing his hand on your waist. You tensed slightly with the unexpected touch, trying to find a way to calm your increased heartbeat. He took your hands with his, twirling you gently. "Leave your attention on me, YN.”
His fingers supported your back as you both stepped in sync. Slowly, the tension in your shoulders disappeared, feeling rather at ease. Swaying together, he locked eyes with you, and in that shared gaze, a spark was created. His movements were graceful, and you effortlessly kept up with his every move. The dance became a silent conversation, as there were emotions expressed through subtle gestures.
He pulled you closer, guiding the dance into a dip, holding you steady as you leaned. With his hand against your back, he lifted you back up effortlessly. With the absence of music, your attention seemed to shift more on his features. Caught in a trance, you observed the subtle shifts in his expression, noticing the carefree and genuine look on his face.
The moonlight accentuated the moles on his face, and his fang-like teeth peeked through. As you moved in synchronized harmony, you also detected a subtle, entrancing aroma—Prince Sunghoon’s floral cologne. The scent wafted through the night air, and how it was super intoxicating.
A twinge of guilt crept into your thoughts. Was it wrong for you to be so attentive to him at a moment like this? This had to be merely practice for the ball hosted tomorrow evening.
With one last spin, his hands now rested on the sides of your waist, an intense gaze fixed on you.
The wind picked up, adding an extra layer of romance to the already enchanting moment. It pushed strands of hair away from your face, and a bright smile crept onto your lips. The corners of Sunghoon’s mouth started to rise, his hands still firmly on your waist. “May I ask you something?”
“What is it?”
“YN, tomorrow night, will you be my dance partner again?”
Confusion flickered across your face. "But, my prince, it's just practice. A knight cannot dance with you for your royal ball."
He wore a small smile, vulnerability taking over his tone. “Why can’t I dance with you?”
You chuckled softly, “Your dance partner has to be the one you will marry for your future heir.”
“Well then, will you marry me?”
Your heart stopped. “What? Are you joking, Your Highness?”
“Please, just call me Sunghoon when it’s just the two of us. It feels weird to be the only one calling you by your name like this.” His hands left your waist, but now sneaking up to your hands. Grabbing your fingers, his grip tightened as he cleared his throat. “I know I’m the type to joke around, but this isn’t a situation I’d joke around in.”
“What are you saying—”
“How foolish you are. What I’m trying to say is that I love you. I adore you, and I wish to have you. Does that sound clear enough?”
Your heart was skipping beats. “No, how foolish you are! My prince—I mean, Sunghoon, you must find a suitable match within your rank. Your family wouldn't approve of a knight."
As you two stood in silence, his eyes pleading. “I don’t care about those rules. I care about you. Please, YN, be my partner, be my…everything.”
Your gaze softened, torn between duty and desire. "Sunghoon, you're a prince, and I'm just a family knight. This can't be."
“I want to pursue you.”
“This isn’t good for you. It won’t be good for you once you rule the kingdom—your status and your people would be placed in danger,” you suddenly blurted, clearly flustered by the sudden confessions. “It’s just such a huge risk.”
“You’re a risk worth taking. Can’t you tell that I’m already heads over heels for you?”
“But—”
“Can you stop pushing me away? Is it that hard for you to admit your feelings for me too?” Desperation filled his voice, his eyes wavering at you. “Or is the title of a royal knight that important to you?”
“I’m just worried. Your family wouldn’t approve of this.” You let one of your hands free from his grasp, running it through your hair. There was still that determined look on his face, as if he wanted to convince you to just follow both of your hearts.
“Then, let’s prove them wrong tomorrow night. Let’s prove that a prince and a knight are capable of ruling together. Capable of falling in love.” You were certainly worried about this. But, the look on his face was making it harder for you to even reject his ideas. “Please?”
“If I lose my place as a royal knight, it certainly will be over for you.”
“You just won’t stop worrying about those titles, don’t you?”
“Can you really blame me for acting like this when you say such bold words?” You joked, seeing a smile soon appear on his lips.
“That’s what love is, YN.” He chuckles. “It changes you, causing you to take such risks—all in the name of love.”
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💬 : don’t fulfill my thoughts n say to write a whole fic abt prince!sunghoon x knight!reader bc i WILL continue this .
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sseastar · 7 months
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성훈  、PARK SUNGHOON !
— THE ONE WITH THINGS THAT BLUR THE LINE BETWEEN FRIENDSHIP AND MORE
info. sunghoon x reader. fluff. childhood bffs to lovers.  warnings. playful physical touch. not proofread. listen to. tokyo by lyle kam
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teasing each other. 
i’ve never gotten the childhood friends to lovers energy from park sunghoon but i woke up this morning thinking about how he’d be the friend to always tease you or scold you or whine about something you did but then immediately comfort you to make sure he didn’t cross the line because he doesn’t want to hurt you (exhibit a: his dynamic with sunoo) and now i want to cry. he’d be the type of person to chase you around with a huge smile on his face, just so he can grab you from behind and pick you up so your legs and feet flail out in front of you while you’re screaming at him to put him down but everything just merges into a bunch of sweet laughs. one time, you were baking a cake together for jake’s birthday and you start chasing him with a spatula of icing, but he suddenly turns on you with the entire bowl. sunghoon never fails to giggle (giggle) whenever he thinks about the way your eyes widened in horror before you turned to run away from him. same deal as before - he managed to catch you and pretend to smear a bunch of icing on your face before swiping just a little (there was still the cake left to do) on your cheek. he can only laugh his sweet laugh as he sees you pout before letting you swipe some icing on his cheek as revenge. i just - please. one chance. 
holding things for each other. 
it’s not rare for you and sunghoon to find each other’s things in your possession. as the two of you hang out, it’s easy for one of you to forget things in each other’s room or backpack or car. if he’s not wearing his jacket, you’ll be the one holding or wearing it, and if you don’t have a free hand, he’ll be the one to hold your water bottle. you know how people always seem to lose hair ties or chapstick? it’s because sunghoon always picks them up for you when you forget them, and all you have to do is ask him for chapstick and he’ll give it to you. it’s come to the point that the two of you just ask each other for your own respective items because if you don’t have it, you know the other does. it’s not rare for someone to ask if they can borrow some of your hand sanitizer or hand cream and you’ll say it’s with sunghoon. if you happen to forget your tablet or laptop at his place, it’s already charged 100% when you come pick it up. 
going skating together. 
okay, am i over the fact that sunghoon used to skate? not at all. the idea that you’ve been sunghoon’s biggest fan since he started skating is so so sweet to me. you always went to as many tournaments you could to support him alongside his sister at the edge of the rink, and he always seemed to do better when you were there watching. he would let you hold the plushies he received after his performances (you once refused to give him back a penguin plushie because you said it remind you of him and he gave it to you instantly after you said it was a mini version of himself - it still sits front and center against your pillows on your bed). as thank you’s for always supporting him, he would of course go to any event that you had to support you as well, but would also offer to take you skating every week (if possible). his guard is always up to make sure you aren’t getting hurt and holds you by your arms (like he did for jay and niki) to make sure you don’t fall. his heart beats a little faster when he sees you smiling wide when you get a trick he taught you how to do, and he wonders if it’s because he needs to take a break. initially, when you were first learning how to skate, he would pretend to let go just to make you panic a little, and his eyes would crinkle as he laughed at your wobbling state before immediately returning back to you and letting you hold him. he ended up not wanting to let go as he taught you to the point that you had to beg him to let go so you could skate on your own. 
subtle skinship. 
i feel like a lot of other people can agree with me on this but sunghoon isn’t the clingiest member. sure, he has his moments but i feel like it’ll be very subtle. there’s a clip from the behind the scenes of enhypen and hi where the boys are playing pictionary and sitting cross-legged on the floor. mans literally had his knee on top of sunoo’s for no reason. he has so much space next to him but sunghoon has to rest his knee on sunoo’s thigh just to be in physical contact. he would be the same when it comes to you, somehow always making sure his body is touching yours in some way. a lot of times it’s like that, where you and sunghoon are sitting next to each other and even though there’s so much space, he’ll slightly shift his thigh or shoulder towards your own as if saying “i’m here. just let me know if you need anything.” it’s second nature to the both of you now that neither of you flinch if you suddenly realize your foot is resting on top of his when sitting next to each other or his pinky is just resting on top of your own. 
remembering the smallest things about each other. 
sunghoon, although he refuses to admit it, made an effort to remember all the small things about you. early on in your friendship, he realized how much you remembered his favorite snacks or his favorite character from the show you used to watch - even if he had only mentioned it once to you in passing. so, as he grew to care more and more for you, he made it a point to learn and remember the smallest things about you just so he could help make your life a little easier, or just to cheer you up. at some point, it become second nature for the two of you to just know little details about each other - like how you always seemed to run into the stair railing in front of your apartment, so sunghoon made it a point to either cover it or move you to the side away from it whenever you brought him to your place. or how you remembered how much he loved one of the body washes you had stocked and he borrowed, so you keep a stash of it for whenever he stays over. there’s so many of these little things that has your hearts melting for each other that you don’t know how you could’ve ever gotten throughout your friendship without falling for the other. 
making dumb excuses for each other. 
whenever the two of you find yourselves in trouble or needing an excuse for something, you and sunghoon always make the dumbest excuses. most of the time, it’s the two of you making them in order to spend time together, like when you had joined him, jake, jay, and heeseung at an amusement park. the five of you were fighting over who would be sitting alone every ride you lined up for, and you and sunghoon found yourselves defending each other so that you wouldn’t have to sit apart. “sunghoon said he’s allergic to jay’s cologne and has to sit next to me so he can hold my hand cause he’s scared,” was what you said, and sunghoon, though defeated, had to agree. “what yn said.” the three other boys couldn’t do anything but roll their eyes and continue to fight over who sat alone. you were only laughing at you and sunghoon’s antics when you felt a hand intertwine with yours. you only stiffened, turning to meet the eyes of your best friend. “might as well, right?” sunghoon said with a little smirk. “right,” was all you could let out. 
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⌕. author’s note ; been so long since i was planning to post this but never got the chance to get to it! i’ve been trying to finish in our own but i’m very stuck on the hockey aspect of it so if y’all know anything about hockey, please let me know 😭 hope you enjoy, and pls remember to give feedback! it’s really what helps me to keep going with writing as i’ve been losing motivation recently, and feedback is something that always helps me to pick back up!
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delcakoo · 1 year
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pity party ₊˚ރ⊹゛p.sh
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SUMMARY ! when everyone forgets sunghoon’s birthday, he ends up finding comfort from a warmhearted stranger on the bus ride home.
PAIRING ! stranger!sunghoon x gn!reader
WC ! 800
GENRE ! fluff, slight angst and comforting sad hoon :c
a/n: sorry it’s short, just a lil’ thing for our birthday boy <3
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sunghoon’s eyes were getting watery, and he hated that. a lot.
his birthday isn’t a big deal, he isn’t twelve anymore; he should just be grateful for what he has, wipe away his cascading tears and man the hell up.
but as he slides onto the public bus and scans down the aisle full of exhausted college students, old drunkards, and middle aged mother’s gossiping on calls with their kids fidgeting frantically next to them, he can’t find himself caring when all their eyes lock onto his teary red face, pink bottom lip trembling as he sniffles every few seconds.
he makes his way down the column of busy seats, mindlessly plopping down onto the first free one he comes across. and at last, he reaches his hand up, wiping the salty droplets off his puffy cheeks sorrowfully.
god, he was being such a wimp.
before he could beat himself up any further, a hesitant soft voice abruptly interrupts him. “are.. are you okay?”
sunghoon whips his head to his left, brows rising at the sight of soft eyes glistening with worry and concern towards him, despite being a complete stranger.
you were attiring a puffy winter coat and a bright green scarf, one hand gripping onto the tote bag resting carefully by your chocolate shaded boots.
he gulps and wipes his face again, feeling even more humiliated with his current state. “y-yeah, thanks,” he barely voices out.
sunghoon watches in his peripheral vision as you continue to examine him, clearly having an inner debate on if you should leave the conversation at that. he almost began crying again at how cute you look in such deep thought.
you swallow, “what happened, if i may ask? ur— i mean, you don’t have to tell me obviously, but if you—“
“it’s okay,” he assures with a small smile. “it’s kinda stupid, anyway. just.. all- all my friends n’ stuff.. they forgot my birthday.” your eyes widen, heart breaking into pieces at his painful tone. “i mean, i don’t even care, seriously. i don’t know why i’m crying because it’s really not a big deal.”
it seems you could easily tell he was trying to convince himself more than you.
it’s silent for a beat, nothing but sunghoon’s faint sniffling surrounding the bus until you hesitantly reach over, placing your hand on top of his cold, shaky one. your fingers rub his knuckles, gently calming his distress with comforting glances.
sunghoon didn’t realise how touch starved he was; throat getting clogged as he bites his lip to prevent letting out another pitiful sob, watching the way your touches feather him as if he were a fragile vase.
suddenly, you speak up again rather confidently. “can i give you my number?”
he chokes, looking back up with widened eyes. “w-what?”
“so we can make a plan for tomorrow,” you explain. “for your birthday.”
you, a complete stranger that had just met him on probably one of the worst days of his life, wanted to celebrate his birthday with him? tomorrow?
before he can stop to think, he’s already pulled his phone out, dropping it into your grasp mindlessly as you begin making a new contact. sunghoon peers closely as you type in your name with a bus and crying emoji next to it, letting out a chuckle of disbelief.
at the sound of laughter you look up, grinning proudly once you finally see his fanged smile. “you’re going to have the best birthday ever tomorrow…?” you look at him in question.
“sunghoon.”
“well sunghoon, i’m a master at baking cakes, specifically birthday cakes with chocolate fudge,” you declare, wiggling your eyebrows playfully.
sunghoon doesn’t even like chocolate.
but at that moment he decides it’ll be his new favourite flavour in the world.
as he opens his mouth to reply and show his gratitude, the bus driver boisterously announces the next stop.
“shit,” you mutter, frantically standing up from your seat. “i’m so sorry, i wish i could’ve stayed with you longer, but this is my stop.” your face reflected genuine affliction; not wanting the poor boy to be alone just as he was for the rest of his special day.
sunghoon shakes his head, “no, no it’s fine. you- you already made me feel way better.”
your face brightens a bit, nodding as you achingly wave goodbye. “see you tomorrow.” you turn away, walking right to the front of the bus, tote bag hanging on your shoulder and wooly green scarf still tightly around your neck.
it felt like a last goodbye, like everything was in slow motion watching you leave him, even though he’d be seeing you tomorrow.
but right before you descend down the stairs, you gasp, turning around and making the other passengers frown in annoyance as you block their way.
“hey sunghoon!” you shout across the bus without a care in the world.
the boy in question gawks as you stare him down, eyes shimmering and a fond smile rushing to your chapped lips. “happy birthday!”
sunghoon’s eyes get watery again, but he hates it a bit less this time.
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srjlvr · 10 months
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,, A Love Story ‘‘
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PAIRING . . . kindergarten volunteer!Sunghoon X kindergarten volunteer!FemReader
GENRE . . . fluff !!
WORD COUNT . . . 1.7k+ !!
WARNINGS . . . mentions of food , children ! (a lot of them) , clingy love story i think.
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“let’s just try! my older siblings are going to ask us one day to take care of their children and we need to know how to work with them!” you begged your boyfriend, it’s been a week since you’ve been trying to convince him to volunteer with you in a kindergarten.
“i just don’t like kids that much, they scare me” he slightly chuckled. “they’ll love you as much as i love you, i promise” you smiled at him and he finally agreed.
and that’s how you found yourself sitting in a small desk, on such small chairs, and having the time of your life while talking to the kids.
“my mom said that it’s important to study if i don’t want to end up being broke” one kid said in one of your conversations with him, and you slightly laughed, “ah that’s what she said? then you should start learning the alphabet from now!” you joked.
you looked over to your boyfriend and found him surrounded by kids, laughing and hugging him. you warmly smiled at him, finding the moment so adorable and worth taking a picture as he smiled at you back.
“y/n! don’t get flattered too much, but i think sunghoon likes you” one of the girls said. “oh yeah? why is that?” you asked curiously, obviously knowing the answer already, “he has been looking at you all day!! i think you should date him” she excitedly clapped her hands and smiled.
“i probably should, right? it’ll be a loss not to date someone like him” you smiled at her and she nodded, “don’t worry! i will help you get him” she smiled at you back and hugged you.
it was already lunch time and you were checking on the kids to see if they’re eating well and having fun. “the rice is so tasty! can i have more?” one of the kids asked and you gladly gave her more rice and patted her back, “there you go! eat well!”
you then sat with the children in their desk and you kept having fun conversations with them. the girl from before tapped you and signed you to get closer so she could whisper something in your ears.
“i will go tell sunghoon that you like him too and he should date you” she whispered and before you could call her back, she already pushed herself back and ran to sunghoon.
you saw her whispering in his ear something as well and he smiled at her.
“sunghoon, i think y/n likes you a lot! you should date her!!” she whispered in his ears and he smiled, “really? how do you know?” he whispered back in her ear, “i just know! my mom calls me a matchmaker” they both giggled, “leave it up to me” he winked at her and she went back to her seat besides you.
“well? what did you tell him?” you asked, “it’s a secret” she replied and went back to eat.
“alright kiddos! it’s time to take a nap!” you and sunghoon helped organizing the mess and gathering all the kids to sit on their own mattresses.
“y/n! tell us a story!” one of the kids yelled and everyone instantly nodded with pleading eyes.
how can you say no to such cute kids?
“what kind of a story?” you asked with a genuine smile, “a love story!” someone shouted and they all excitedly clapped in agreement.
you looked over to sunghoon and he smiled at you, “alright, listen up and get closer, we’re about to dive in the story!”
they all got closer to you, crossing their legs and laying their heads on both their hands.
“once upon a time there was a princess, who was bound to marry a prince when she gets older!” you smiled, “but she didn’t want to marry off a prince that is chosen by her parents! she wanted to experience love”
“one day, one of her mother’s friends arrived at the castle to chat and discuss over some things with a cup of tea” you rolled your eyes and the kids giggled, “the little princess was roaming around the castle, doing nothing but getting bored, do you have any interesting suggestions for the princess?” you asked, letting the kids to be a part of the story.
“oh she should go read a book under a tree!” one of the kids suggested, “or she could go and disturb her mother! it’s fun when i do it” another kids suggested.
“she did both of the things you just suggested! when she gave up on bickering to her mother, she went to their beautiful garden, to take a view from the beautiful flowers that bloomed so naturally” you closed your eyes and breathed deeply as if you’re smelling flowers.
“she was running around until she noticed a small figure looking at her, she went closer to the figure and to her surprise, she saw a little boy, in which she assumed, was around the same age as her” you smiled over to sunghoon.
“she stopped right in front of the boy and introduced herself while holding out a hand for the little boy to shake. the little boy smiled warmly at her and introduced himself back while taking her hand and shaking it”
“what are their names!” the kids asked. “that’s for me to know, and for you to imagine” you winked at them back.
“soon, the boy and the girl became inseparable! they learned a lot about each other, and played all day long with each other, until it was time to leave” you sadly said.
“the boy was the son of her mother’s friend, and he had to leave after their mothers finished chatting” you sighed, “the boy and the girl sadly looked at each other, but before the boy left, they made a promise to meet each other every once a week at least! and send each other letters every day!”
you looked over at sunghoon and he gave you an assuring expression, he was surely impressed by the way you tell the kids your story.
“their promise kept strong, and they were seeing each other almost every day! once it was the girl and her parents visiting in the boy’s castle, and it was the opposite the next day” you smiled at the happy kids who were cheering for the story’s main characters.
“but, one day when the girl went to visit again in the boy’s castle, their parents started yelling and shouting at each other!” all of the kids gasped, “the kids went to check on their parents and found them angrily discussing with each other on such nonsense”
“before anything happened, the boy and the girl made another promise, they made a promise that no matter what happens, they’re going to stick with each other no matter how hard their parents will try to break the friendship” you quietly said the sad news to the kids and they all looked at you with pity, feeling the character’s pain.
“the girl’s parents ended up forcing her to leave immediately, and ever since then she was not allowed to pay a visit in the boy’s castle, and neither was the boy!” you took a deep breath.
“that’s not fair! i would’ve run away” one of the kids said and rolled his eyes, the rest nodded in agreement.
“however, it didnt matter for the boy and the girl, they had to keep their promise no matter what!” you said determinedly, “every once in a while, they were sneaking outside of their castle to meet up with each other, and were secretly sending letters to each other” you chuckled.
you looked over at sunghoon and he warmly smiled at you, as if he was falling in love with you all over again.
“please tell me they end up together!” another comment popped up, “getting impatient i see, wait and hear!” you pinched her nose and smiled.
“as the boy and the girl grew older, they found it harder to sneak around without getting noticed, but they did keep on sending letters every day, they also started noticing that they might be developing feelings for each other” you pressed your lips together,
“when they turned eighteen, they got a reminder from their parents that when they turn nineteen, they’ll be marrying off to someone their parents will choose for them”
“boo!!” all of the kids boo-ed in annoyance, and you nodded, understanding the kids’ feelings.
“one day, they found the perfect time to sneak out of the castle and meet up, and as soon as they saw each other they hugged really tightly, as if they never wanted to let go”
“they shared their feelings for each other, and it was more than a love because of their friendship, what they felt for each other was true love” you smiled, “and obviously with true loves comes a true love’s kiss!”
the kids cheered and shouted in excitement, “but they had to make a plan, their parents banned them from seeing each other, they will not approve their love for each other ever!” suddenly the room fell silent.
“so they made a plan, to run away from the royal life, to run away from their family and from everything they knew ever since they were born, and when the right time came, they did it”
“they managed to run away from everything, as long as they were together, nothing scared them anymore” you smiled, “because their love for each other is stronger than anything” for the finale, sunghoon said the last sentence and went closer to you with a big smile on his face.
“now, time to get a nap! sleep well kiddos” you and sunghoon gave the kids some pecks on the forehead and turned off the lights.
as you and sunghoon got out of the room he back-hugged you tightly, “hearing our story all over again reminded me of how much i love you”
you turned around to face him, “i love you too” you kissed him while holding him closer to you tightly.
as you let go he smirked and you looked at him in confusion, “i didn’t know i was a prince though”
“oh shut it, kids love the royal stories” you replied, “please tell me you’re going to save that story in your mind and tell it to our future kids”
you blushed and pecked his lips, “we’ll see about that, prince charming”
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minhosimthings · 2 months
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The French Quotes Series ft.Enhypen
The five kings of various kingdoms over a lush piece of earth in the vast land of Paradoxica. Each ruled over their own share of land, passed on to the from generation to generation. Brothers by heart, and not by blood, they often met, one king going into the kingdom of another, drinking and merry making all day, before going back to their duties. The same old schedule, some blood here, some flowers there, and some weddings here and there. But sometimes Cupid takes pity on humans. And luckily for the Kings, he did exactly that.
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Dances Avec Les Etoiles ft. Heeseung
English translation: Dance With the Stars.
Kingdom name: Tarnow
Part 1 || Part 2 || The wedding
Plot: God how boring is love? For Lee Heeseung, it was perhaps the most boring thing in this rotten world. But for his parents, it meant buisness. And buisness meant getting Heeseung married off to a princess from another kingdom. And when the princess shares a peculiar interest, Heeseung starts to believe in Cupid again.
Status: Completed
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A La Folie ft. Jay
English translation: To insanity.
Kingdom name: Vadronia
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || The Wedding
Plot: Wounds came and went. All in the circle of life am I right? The greatest warrior among all the kings, Park Jay. For him, seeing blood was like seeing the sky. It was a daily routine which he could not escape. Yes sometimes he had grave injuries, which he wouldn't stop to take care of, with him being a workaholic. But sometimes healers do more than heal physical wounds, and for Jay, you did exactly that.
Status: Completed
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Mon coure t'appartient ft. Jake
English Translation: My heart is yours.
Kingdom name: Crasmere
Plot: Young love was so beautiful. And Jake believed in it so much. He believed in love perhaps a lot more than his brothers did. And it made sense, when you looked at his kingdom, which housed the most happiest people in the land. Unfortunately, Jake's best friend, was a sceptic, refusing to believe that love existed, even though she had hidden her feeling since the age of eleven. Well I wonder what Cupid has in store for these lovesick idiots.
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Avec toi, je suis moi ft. Sunghoon
English translation: With you, I am me.
Kingdom name: Isernia
Plot: Ice Prince. The coldest person in all of the land. Sombre expression on his face, cold eyes always present. No one could really read Park Sunghoon. Well almost no one. And when you came into his life, a kind of warmth wrapped around his coldness, and to his surprise, it felt good.
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Le monde est a nous ft. Sunoo
English translation: The world is ours.
Kingdom name: Lanark
Plot: Why must love always be so slow? Why can't it be completed In a fraction of a second, like a firecracker bursting? That was the question forever present in Kim Sunoo's mind. Yes he believed in love, but he never really understood, that it wasn't all roses and chocolates and kisses. Until you, the bane of his existence came into his life and taught by, second by second, what it meant to love a human, like a human.
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sfthyuka · 10 months
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ENHYPEN and moments with them that best friends should never have . ( 4/7 ) pt1 , pt2
" you know best friends don't do that right ?".
HEESEUNG
Heeseung was perhaps the textbook version of the male bestfriend all boyfriends were worried about . But you never had a boyfriend because everyone expected that Heeseung was already your boyfriend with how you guys walked around. His hands were always on your shoulder , or the way he gently placed his hands on your hip to direct you . Or when You wrap your hands around his neck every time you go on the train " it'll keep you safe ". Heeseung added . And oh best friends definitely don't really do that , especially in the manner you both behave .
JAY
Being his best friend gave you many privileges, privileges you never really used because you felt guilty using his money like that ! So even if you had a card , you refused to use it and Jay knew that so what does he do? He buys you expensive gifts and takes you out to 5 stars and maybe even 7 star hotels . And jay does that only to you and oh if you try to pay him back , he'll ask for payment, which is a kiss on his cheeks." how about a kiss princess as repayment?". And honestly you liked that method more.
SUNGHOON
Sunghoon the cold prince , the guy every girl hoped to get . But failing to do so because sunghoon's eyes were always on you , any victory he got ? Dedicated to you . You needed him? He would drop whatever he was doing and come to you. Jake calls him a simp but surprisingly hoon doesn't mind. Or how sunghoon would spend hours trying to teach you how to skate , something he would not do for anyone else. Or how sunghoon has his hands always around your waist while walking. Or how his wardrobe belonged to you. Sunghoon belonged to you and no one could shatter that. And certain nights really suggested that.
JAKE
Jake , sweet darling Jake. Campus heart throb and a reputed flirt. Jake would drop any date for you in an instant making his who gets to go on a date scared. But what made your friendship not seem like a girlfriend. You had your first kiss taken by Jake on request and ever since that Jake always demanded a kiss. He's leaving your house ? A kiss . He bought you something? A kiss. Kisses to wake you up . And that big kiss whenever he scores the final goal , a common occurrence. Jake would lift you and spin you around till the both of you are dizzy as you fall on him ,he brings you close and steals your lips. A sight to see .
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nwjws · 5 months
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indebted to you - PSH 🎐
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; PAIRING - sunghoon x gn!reader
; SYNOPSIS - every house at hogwarts has a student that doesn’t fit in. ravenclaw, known for intelligence and wit, had park sunghoon, who was neither. everyone’s always wondered how he ended up in the house, but when you follow him into the whomping willow one night during your patrols, you might just find out why.
; TAGS - one shot, hogwarts au, fluff, angst, healing each other, ravenclaw!sunghoon, ravenclaw!reader, book smart!r, street smart!sh, oblivious reader ; WARNINGS - reader gets injured and hurt pretty badly, not proofread and literally no planning whatsoever i winged this entire fic, just me and the voices
; WC - 5.1k
; AUTHOR'S CORNER! - this was requested! the req was pretty vague so i had a lot of freedom and it ended up longer than i planned LOL
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every house has an odd one out. 
a gryffindor that’s too scared and cowardly; a slytherin that gives up easily; a hufflepuff that would sell out anyone in a heartbeat.
in ravenclaw, you had park sunghoon. 
he was everything ravenclaw was not. wit? nope, he was pretty slow. intelligence? honestly, he had about as much knowledge as a first year muggleborn (and he’s lived in the wizarding world his whole life). good grades? god, you don’t know how he managed to make it to 5th year when he was barely scraping by with As (acceptables) in his tests. even being best friends with arguably one of the smartest ravenclaws in your year, jake sim, he still fell short of others.
of course, that undoubtedly led to him being cast out, often sneered at and made fun of by others. how could he be a ravenclaw if he was so stupid? 
you didn’t agree with them when they’d call him names, and took the mickey out of the poor boy. there‘s a particular memory you have - in which he entered the common room all battered up and bruised, with jake at his side. 
you’d been horrified to see him in such a state, and hurried to help him by healing his wounds. jake had thanked you profusely, but sunghoon had fallen fast asleep on the couch. 
you scoffed at the other five students in the room that just stared either in shock or amusement. ravenclaws were never really known for their empathy. 
that’s why you weren’t surprised when your patrol partner derided him when you two spotted the oddity slipping out of the castle.
“can’t even hide himself,” he scoffed. “is there anything good he can do?”
“i’m sure there is,” you frown at the other prefect. “there’s got to be a reason the sorting hat put him with us.”
“maybe the sorting hat made a mistake.”
“the hat never makes mistakes.”
“park is a sure evidence that it does. maybe the old thing’s getting rusty in its game.”
you rolled your eyes and walked ahead, dismissing the guy and telling him you’d do the rest of the rounds on your own.
peering out a window, you watched sunghoon casually walk down the steps, towards the whomping willow, you realised. you left the castle and followed him down too, to warn him against visiting the violent tree.
when you got closer, you paused when sunghoon backed away as the tree came to life, and its branches started whipping in his direction. he reached into the book bag slung over his shoulder.
you hid behind a tree and watched curiously as he pulled out a little toy mouse and what looked to be a controller. where did he get that? sunghoon switched it on and placed it on the ground, before using his joystick controller to move the mouse around.
the mouse rolled on its wheels, and escaped the branches, rolling under them and to the base of the trunk. you gasp when the willow’s branches stop lashing out and wonder how he did that. 
sunghoon turns sharply when he hears you, and looks around, his stare lingering on the spot you had just been standing in. he reluctantly continues into the gaping entrance at the roots of the tree.
you stay in your spot for a moment longer, wondering if it was really smart of you to follow sunghoon into the tree, infamous for its violent tendencies to destroy anything within its range. 
but it’s your duty as a prefect to make sure sunghoon is safe, especially having caught him on his escapade during one of your own patrols. if you left him there and he was found dead or injured in the morning, you would be at fault. 
gathering your resolve, you decide to push forward.
nearing the tree, it comes back to life and starts to try attacking you. you have to run back and sit for a moment, wondering how to get through the branches. it’s not like you had your own little mouse and joystick - and besides, if you did, you wouldn’t even know what to do with it. you had no idea exactly what sunghoon did with his tools to calm down the tree.
you curse yourself for not finding out a way to calm down whomping willow trees, but can you really blame yourself? that stuff was NEWT level, only taught in sixth year. you were only in fifth.
you decide to suck it up and watch as the tree swishes around and around, waiting for the branches to leave an opening to the entrance.
when the opportunity comes, you quickly spring into action and sprint towards the open space, praying the tree doesn’t sense you in time.
that was a silly hope. of course it detected you, hell - it might have even purposely left the space open just so you’d come nearer. either way, it swung its arms at you and pushed you to the side causing you to fall and roll on your side. pain shot through your side, so much so you were pretty sure you broke a rib or two. you never knew how strong the tree was.
laying on the ground and waiting the pain out would have been preferable, if there wasn’t a tree trying to whack you to death. so despite the throbbing pain, you forced yourself to get roll onto your stomach (god, maybe you broke three ribs) and got onto your knees. 
you scrambled on the ground and ducked your head when another branch came flying by, and crawled (or at least, something like it) towards the hole sunghoon entered through.
as you lowered into the entrance, another branch struck at you, slashing through your uniform and into the skin of your back. a shriek ripped through your throat, and you slipped on the loose gravel of the entrance, sliding down into the tree.
“what are you doing here?”
you cracked an eye open painfully and stared up at sunghoon from where you were sitting on the ground, scrapped, injured, and grumpy.
“oh, nothing. just thought i’d get my ass whooped by my lovely friend, the whomping willow. nothing special, just your average sunday night, you know?”
he huffed amusedly and pulled you up by the wrist. you hissed at the pain, which had him faltering.
“are you okay? sorry, that’s a stupid question.”
“i’m perfectly dandy!”
“here, can you move onto the chair?” he asked, pulling a wooden and splintered chair closer to you. you stood up and sat on it, albeit wincing at every movement.
you pulled out your wand and pointed it at yourself, cleaning your body of all the dirt and grime. sunghoon stared at you contemplatively, concerned lacing his features as he tried to figure out what to do.
“not to disturb you from appreciating my face or anything, i know i’m drop dead gorgeous and all. however, i would really appreciate it if i got some help over here.”
sunghoon flushed red and rushed to your side, kneeling as he pointed his own wand at your ribs.
“i don’t think i need to tell you that this is gonna hurt.”
“what are you doing?” you ask curiously.
he ignores you, speaking an unfamiliar incantation. 
then followed: the longest, most agonising 15 seconds of your life.
the air was pushed out of your lungs, and your insides screamed as you felt your bones rearranging themselves. you thrashed as you begged for it to stop, for the pain to go away, or to just die right then and there, if only so the torture would stop.
as if the world was listening, it did stop. as abruptly as it started, it ended. hesitantly, you opened your eyes, to see sunghoon still kneeling in front of you, sweat rolling down his face, searching your face for any signs of further discomfort. 
“are you okay?”
you blinked, staring into his eyes. there was a light in them - from where, you don’t know. there was barely any light in the room, the only source being the moon from outside the window.
“what… just happened,” you asked, almost forgetting to reply.
“i performed a spell the sped up the regeneration of your bones.”
you blinked again.
“…so, i’m okay?”
“i’m asking you that.”
“right.” you stood up and felt your torso with your hands, twisting your middle to test for any pain. “yeah, i think my ribs are fixed.”
“probably not fully,” he corrected, rubbing his nape awkwardly. “i haven’t mastered the spell just yet, so your bones may feel a bit stiff in the morning. just don’t do that again.”
“okay, wait. i have so many questions right now.”
sunghoon looked like he expected it, inhaling a breath and sitting on the dusty bed. “a question for a question, ‘kay? ask away.”
“where do i even start?” you sighed. you realised you still had scratches, and the slit on your back. you worked quickly to heal them, while sunghoon went over to help you with your back injury, seeing as you were struggling to reach it.
“how about, what’s your skin care routine, sunghoon?” he joked.
“and they say you don’t have a smart mouth,” you scoff, but laugh anyway.
“they also say i have pretty good skin.”
“i get it, your skin is clearer than any blue sky,” you roll your eyes, sighing in relief as sunghoon  casts a (much more soothing) healing spell on your back. “okay, what are you doing here?”
“i was enjoying my peace and quiet, at least until you came.”
“you come to the whomping willow often?”
“i guess so,” he shrugs. “sometimes, when i can’t stand going back to the ravenclaw dorms, i go here.”
“oh.”
“your turn. what are you doing here?”
“to ask for your skin care,” you blurt out. sunghoon barks a beautiful laugh. “i saw you when i was on patrol and followed you when i saw you were going to the whomping willow. i wanted to tell you it was dangerous, and stupid.”
“and yet, you’re the one who’s hurt and injured.”
“theres a reason students are forbidden from coming here,” you say.
“yeah, so why didn’t you just call a teacher? you didn’t have to follow me all the way here, and you knew how dangerous it was.”
you stared at your lap. you didn’t think of just calling a professor, but now that seemed like the more logical thing to do.
“you must have been doing this a long time then, if you knew how to get past the tree safely.”
“about a year and a half,” he confirms. “do you remember that day i came back all messed up?”
“you remember that?” you ask, looking at him with wide eyes.
“how could i not? everyone looked at me like i deserved it, but you were the only person who did anything,” he furrowed his eyebrows.
“i thought you were beat up by other kids.”
“nope. that was the first time i tried to get into the whomping willow. i just hated the idea of going back to the common room, but i didn’t have a way of getting past the tree’s angry arms just yet. jake found me beat up and bleeding on the ground, and brought me back up to the castle.”
“he didn’t bring you to the infirmary? otherwise you would have been perfectly fine when you came back.”
“i asked him not to. even the nurse hates me,” he confessed quietly. your heart ached, and you hated everyone else at that very moment. 
how could people hate sunghoon so much for suffering in school? he, who was healing you right now in the dark room of the whomping willow tree. how did he even know that spell earlier?
“can i ask how you knew that spell earlier? i didn’t recognise it.”
sunghoon chuckled. “okay, but that’s two questions. you owe me two answers.” you’d forgotten you were playing some sort of game.
“fine.”
“sometimes, i like to read up on books from other nations. i used to do it only because i’d been searching for a spell to freeze a large body of water for ice skating - i like to do that too - but it turned into a genuine interest.”
“reading up on foreign spells? huh,” you thought out loud. “that’s actually really cool. i’d never thought of it. where was the one you put on my bones earlier from?”
“south asia. i practiced almost all of the spells i came across, but it’s not like i had anything to test them on. i wasn’t going to break some poor animal’s ribs just to see if i could fix it.”
“ah, so i was your lab rat, huh?”
“i guess,” he shrugged. “maybe if i had more practice, i’d have actually been able to fix them entirely.”
“don’t worry about it,” you reassure him. “honestly, the fact you could even perform the spell so well without much practice is amazing. thank you, by the way. i’d probably be at the infirmary instead by now, slowly healing with a stupid magic hot pack the nurse always gives.”
sunghoon laughed at that. “the nurses always give those out. pretty useless, huh?”
“if you ask me, i think they’re just lazy at their job.”
you turn to look at the boy appreciatively, but instead you’re captured in a trance.
the way the moon illuminated his features made him look ethereal; you were jealous. how could someone make a person this beautiful, only to put them through torment from others? it didn’t make sense. it wasn’t fair.
sunghoon squeezed your hand, and only then did you realise he’d been holding it. was he holding your hand the whole time?
“let’s go back to the castle. i don’t think you’d want to spend the rest of the night in the whomping willow.”
“you’re right. but what about you? are you sure you want to go back?”
“i’m feeling better about going up, now that i’ve talked to you.”
“glad i served two purposes by being hurt tonight,” you jokingly saluted. you two shared a laugh before starting back up the path to the castle, being careful not to get caught being out after-hours.
when you two reached the top of the spiral staircase to your house's common room, you approached the eagle knocker on the door.
"when is ninety-nine more than a hundred?" the knocker asked.
you paused for a moment to think, looking to sunghoon for help. he only shrugged at you.
"on a microwave," you realised. "press ninety-nine, and it'll go for a minute and thirty-nine seconds. press one hundred, and the microwave will only work for a minute."
the door swung open after a moment, allowing you and sunghoon to enter.
"i can never answer those riddles."
you looked at him confusedly. "really?"
"really. i've given up trying to answer them since first year," he chuckled quietly to himself.
"but you have to answer them to get into the common room and dorms. how do you usually get back in, then?"
he smiled at you, flashing his fanged tooth. "that's your third question. i usually always come back with jake or sometimes jungwon, and they'll answer it for me. if i'm not with them, well, i'll just wait until they come."
"on the times they don't?"
"then i go to the whomping willow," he looks ahead. "tonight was one of those times, actually. it was the main reason i went out. jake's sick and he's been in bed all day. jungwon is out probably picking a fight with some other smarty-pants."
"oh. that sucks," is your intelligent reply.
"i always said that a password like the gryffindors would have been easier than riddles," he huffs.
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ever since that night at the whomping willow, you and sunghoon were considerably. more acquainted and friendly with each other.
smiles shared across crowded hallways and sitting with the other in the ravenclaw common room became normal. sometimes, when you waited for your friends in the great hall for breakfast, sunghoon would strike up a conversation with you, and you'd happily converse with him (and jake).
neither of you had told your friends about the incident. or at least, you didn't. if sunghoon told jake, or any of his other friends (who the school called 'enhypen'), they didn't show any signs of knowing what went down between you two.
that didn't stop your own friends from raising an eyebrow when you said a quick hi to the taller boy, though. the same could be said for sunghoon's friends. there were countless times jake had (very obviously) pushed you two together with a grin on his face and a glint in his eyes. you and sunghoon just rolled your eyes and shared a secret smile - one that had your heart beating a little faster, unable to hold his gaze for a second longer.
that was weird, you thought one day. sunghoon had discreetly levitated some small chocolates to you in class, before you started feeling warmer and found it harder to focus on the lesson. maybe you were getting a fever.
on another note, your newfound friendship with ravenclaw's outcast meant that you often asked about what book he was reading and from where. sometimes you two would even study it together in the library.
"hey, i wanna practice a new spell i found," he greets you as he enters the common room (with jungwon).
"good day to you too," you reply. "do you need to break my ribs and test this 'new spell' on me?"
"if you're offering," he grins.
"i don't know what you're doing, y/n," jungwon starts. "but somehow, this guy's gotten better at comebacks."
"i guess your sarcasm is rubbing off on me."
"i do have that effect on people," you shrug nonchalantly, but let a smile pull at your lips.
the new spell definitely did not need any broken ribs. if anything, it would protect you from them next time.
sunghoon had cast a shield charm on you - one like an invisible bubble around your figure. nothing could get within a two meter range of you, the bubble following you around wherever you walked.
"this is pretty cool," you wow in amazement. you walk closer to the boy, only for him to be forcefully pushed back before you can even touch him. "no wonder charms is the only subject you're acing."
"well, that's why i have you and jake tutoring me on everything else."
"i should ask you where you even get the books for these spells. the international selection in the library isn't exactly that big."
"jake's parents work around the globe, and send me them."
"jake's really got your back, huh?"
"yup. that's four questions, by the way."
"oh, c'mon!" you roll your eyes and groan. sunghoon throws his head back in laughter. "just ask me your damn questions."
"hmm," he said thoughtfully. "why are you nice to me?"
you looked at him meaningfully. "i'm not nice to you, sunghoon. i just have enough human decency to treat you with the respect you have the right to."
he stared at you for a moment with an unreadable expression.
after a moment, he cast off the shield spell, and walked closer to you. he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, making sure you were okay with it. you hugged him first, and felt him envelope you in an embrace after.
his warmth seeped into your clothes, which you welcomed wholly considering the cold february air. you could feel his heart beating fast - or is it yours?
with your chin sitting on his shoulder, you could see the great lake which had frozen from the winter temperature behind him, and remembered something he told you.
"you were looking for a spell to freeze large bodies of water."
"that's not a question," he mumbles against your shoulder.
"no, it's not."
"like i said, i wanted to go ice skating. it's fun, and i feel free when i do it. but you can't really go skating much at school when there's no ice rink."
"so you wanted to freeze the great lake? isn't there already some spell for that?"
"well, yeah. but that spell freezes it for a pretty long time, and i don't think the merpeople would appreciate their home being frozen for half the year."
"or that the school would allow it," you remind him.
"yeah, that too," he chuckled, his laugh reverberating through you. he finally let go and turned to the lake. "i wanted to find a temporary freezing spell - a few hours at most."
you hummed and stared into the cloudy sunset with him. you missed the warmth of his body, oddly enough.
"could i borrow the book you got this spell from?" you asked him. "that's not a question, by the way."
he smiled. "no, it's not."
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maybe you really should go see the nurse. you don't think whatever magical hot pack she'll give you would help with your fever, though.
lately, you noticed that your pulse seemed to increase every so often. when that happened, you felt a bit more nervous - picking at your skin, bouncing your leg, etc. you were struggling to focus in some of your classes too, and you really needed to pick up your weight for your upcoming OWLs.
"stop biting your lip," sunghoon tells you one time.
"i'm not biting my lip. i don't do that," you look at him confusedly.
"you were just doing it. you've been doing it often," he tells you.
"you noticed?" you asked, surprised. his demeanour turned bashful.
"i guess so. here, i got you lip balm."
sunghoon reached into his bag and pulled out a small chapstick.
"for me?" he surprised you again. sunghoon nods. "your lips have gotten uneven and red from all that biting. this should help."
"...thanks," you say, taking the item from his hand.
you don't miss the way his breath hitches when your skin brushes against his. or the way you, both go quiet, unable to make conversation for once.
"so!" you clear your throat, looking in another direction. looking at sunghoon definitely wasn't going to help with your fever right now, or whatever it is you had.
"you still have three questions for me."
"i do," he huffs with a lilt in his tone. "white or dark chocolate?"
you consider him. you didn't understand this little game he was playing - wasn't it supposed to be meaningful questions? one that let you learn more about the other? sunghoon was always unpredictable - you could never guess what he was going to do next. he wasn't just a book you could read and learn from.
a laugh escapes you. "milk chocolate."
something you could read up on however, was the symptoms you were feeling. unfortunately, none of the medicinal books you read had answers that suited you.
you found yourself spending late nights at the ravenclaw library, scouring the shelves for an answer. did you have a new disease, or something?
"y/n?" you jumped when you heard jake's voice call out from below.
climbing down the ladder, you glare at him. "you scared me. what are you doing here? it's like two in the morning."
"it's almost three, actually." you wanted to laugh as he pushed up his glasses. "and anyway, i was going to ask you that question first."
you set down the books in your arms and start flipping through them.
"i was looking for something - a disease, maybe."
"oh? why's that?"
"i've not been feeling well, lately."
"i know a fair lot about medicine and sicknesses," he tells you. "shoot."
"well, i guess my temperature's been fluctuating. sometimes, it would get hotter, at random points in the day. i start to feel ditzy, like my mind goes haywire. i feel anxious when it happens, and it's a little harder to concentrate in class."
"uh huh..." he says thoughtfully. "do you ever feel that in history of magic?"
you look at him with wide eyes, nodding eagerly. "i always feel it during that class!"
"okay, i wanna ask you a question," he faces you. you scrunch your nose.
"you're just like sunghoon. always talking about that stupid question game."
jake just smirked at you. "nevermind, i already got my answer."
"what?"
"i think... the disease you're looking for, is feelings."
"feelings?"
"feelings for sunghoon. i think you like him a lot. you feel all that during history - a class you share with him," he thinks out loud. "i was going to ask if you think about sunghoon often, but you literally mentioned him just now, before i even brought him up."
jake made his way over to you and tapped two fingers to your chest, right above your heart.
"i'm not an expert, but i think this is an easily diagnosable case of love."
you gaped at him, slowly taking your seat.
"i like sunghoon?"
"how long have you been feeling this?"
"maybe a few months, now."
"wow," jake whistled. "i think you should tell him"
"i think that's stupid."
"well, not every ravenclaw can be smart," he shrugged. you glared at him.
"what are you doing here anyway? i don't suppose you're also looking for a diagnosis of love. if anything, i'd diagnose you with nosy."
jake laughed at that. "nah, i was actually looking for you. it's getting kinda boring seeing you and sunghoon pine over each other. thought i'd finally do something about it."
you threw a book at him, which he dodged. unfortunately, he didn't anticipate the second.
"ow!"
"like i said - nosy."
"i do have a pretty good nose - one you'll break if you throw another book at me."
"ugh, you and your friend are so full of yourselves," you scoff. you begin to walk out the library, refusing to see the grin on jake's face.
the sound of his laughter was cut off by the slam of the library doors behind you.
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"bring your skates," you shout excitedly to sunghoon as soon as you run into the common room.
he looks at you in bewilderment from the couch, where he'd been playing wizarding chess with jungwon and jake.
"it's the middle of march, the ice has melted. where the hell am i going to skate?"
"just bring it," you smile.
you drag sunghoon down to the great lake by his wrist, both of you guys holding onto ice skates. the sun shines, sparkling in the water of the great lake.
you stop by the lake and fix your skates on. sunghoon follows suit.
"i still don't get what's happening."
"i found a way we can skate even when there's no more ice."
"really?" he gasps, a mix of surprise and excitement on his face. "you found a spell? from where?"
"actually... i didn't find one," you admit meekly. "i made one."
"you made a spell?" he asks, astonished. "how? when? why?"
"you only have two questions," you tease him. it felt good to get him back.
"remember when i asked for the book that had that shield spell?"
"yes."
"i had an idea - what if we could make the water freeze around us? like the way the shield has a range around you where no one can hurt you. i put that concept onto freezing water, and made a spell where the water freezes into ice only around you. that way, you can skate, without freezing the whole lake!"
"that's- that's amazing..." he gawked at you. "have you tried it yet?"
"yep! i wanted to make sure it worked before i got your hopes up."
the both of you stand up and stumble towards the water. you point your wand at the blades on both your shoes, and said the incantation for the spell.
sunghoon tentatively stepped onto the water, wowing when the water around him froze. you watched as he slowly begun to skate on the lake, following him.
"you're crazy," he exclaims with joyful laughter. "you're literally insane. i don't know how you did that. but you're amazing."
you blushed at his praise, his words affecting you way more than anyone else's would have.
being distracted and flustered, you lost your footing on the water (or ice?) and slipped. thankfully, sunghoon dashed towards you and caught you before you planted into the ground.
"careful," he told you. "although i would like to practice that regenerating rib spell, i don't want you breaking any bones again."
you smile shyly, clinging onto his shoulder as he wraps his arm around your back, making sure you didn't fall.
"thank you," you say. "you're always looking after me."
"you did the same for me."
"just once, though. this must be the fifth time you've helped me."
"well, you're kind of clumsy."
"only when i'm with you, it seems."
sunghoon paused, and turned around to look at you, finally letting go of you. you gazed back at him.
"what do you mean?"
"that's two extra questions," you smile at him. "you owe me two answers."
you took in a breath and looked away. you weren't sure if you wanted to see his reaction.
"i think i like you, park sunghoon. meeting you and becoming your friend was a total accident, but a good one. i'm happy it happened, and i wouldn't have changed anything. otherwise, i wouldn't have ever experienced this carefree feeling when i'm around you. i wouldn't have felt what it's like to have my heart speed up, or to look forward to seeing a person every day. and i wouldn't have that person be anyone other than you." serendipity.
you turned to look at him, whose eyes were blown wide, mouth agape. his eyes put his feelings on full display. you could see the disbelief, relief, and affection in them. it gave you courage to say your next words.
"so, you owe me two answers."
he closed his mouth and nodded, gulping down in anticipation. you skate closer, inches disappearing between you two.
"sunghoon, would you let me be yours?"
"yes. yes, yes, yes," he nods, grabbing your wrists and pulling you closer. "if only you'll let me be yours."
you giggle, and lean into him. your faces are now centimetres apart.
"and lastly, can i kiss you?"
he chuckles back. "you really don't have to ask that question."
"just wanted to make sure," you smile, before he crashes his lips onto yours.
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; AUTHOR'S CORNER! it's 1am, and this fic is a product of running my imagination with barely any guidelines whatsoever LOL so idk how coherent it is 😁 btw i am closing reqs for now! so i can focus on other works :)
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guilty as charged | park sunghoon.
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viv's note 💌: anonnie i love you i'm so sorry i accidentally deleted the post w the ask 😭 anon who requested somno w oral fixation hoon, this is for you!!! also plsplspls reblog if u read & enjoy, helps out sm!!!
synopsis: hoon can't seem to control himself around you, taking matters into his own hands, he's ready to be guilty as charged. › pairings & contents: sunghoon x fem!reader ✧ warnings: somno! use of nicknames, perv!hoon kinda, oral fixation, words like "daddy", multiple orgasms ━━━━━━ MDNI.
you're sleeping, in nothing but panties and his tshirt on. hoon walks quietly over to the bed and stares down at your soft, innocent and adorable body. he starts by gently lifting his own tshirt that you wore, and caressing your breasts. so soft and beautiful in his large hands. brushing your nipples with his fingertips before he begins to suck on them gently. you're a sound sleeper so you won't wake up just yet. he gets a little more bold and slides your panties down your legs, delicately and slowly. just looking at your sleeping body makes hoon want to slide inside you,
sunghoon can't control himself – he thinks it's bad to sexualize you when you're literally doing something so mundane as sleeping, but he can't help it, he can't help himself especially because of how at peace you look when you're sleeping. he's still hesitant, groping your ass and tits while you soundly sleep. since you haven't woken up yet, he goes a little further, grinding against you and rubbing his cock against your thighs — you're still asleep as he manages to cum against your skin. he lays down before your cunt, "so wet for me even in your sleep, aw" — he says as he latches his tongue onto your pretty pussy, your body moves in your sleep, but that doesn't stop sunghoon from making out with your cunt, moaning into your core as shivers went down your spine few minutes before you wake up in a lust filled haze. your face says you're desperate and confused, and a soft moan escapes your mouth when you feel yourself cumming onto his tongue. "can daddy be inside you, pretty? couldn't help myself angel, sorry" he says softly and you slowly nod, giving him the approval he needs.
sunghoon finally gives into his dirty desires, sliding in slowly, trying his best not to cum right there because of how you were squeezing him. "god, you feel so good around my thick cock, baby, pussy made for me". a moan escapes your mouth when sunghoon thrusts harder. he's holding your hands above your head with one hand, as he thrusts faster and faster. "letting me ruin your cute little pussy, ah-- fuck, letting me use you for my pleasure, good fucking girl. daddy needed this so bad, pretty."
sunghoon's thrusts get intense and rougher. his breathing gets more and more ragged as he gets closer and closer to cumming. and then, finally, he lets out a heavy grunt against your neck as he cums inside you. he's addicted to your scent, he can't have enough of you. sunghoon pulls you close against him after its over. he kisses your cheek, gently stroking your hair, and moving a strand of hair out of your pretty face, while simultaneously running his hands over your body. "my perfect girl, i love you" he murmurs to your ear, kissing your forehead.
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seongclb · 1 month
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TIRAMISU FOR YOU ! psh
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pairings sunghoon x reader genre fluff warnings none wc 489 note my part for jiahs collab + i hate this but whatever! ♩next to u by bryson tiller
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to say sunghoon was cheesy was an understatement. early into the relationship, you seemed to realise that his looks were quite far from his personality; the man loved a cliché, a sweet gesture to show just how much love he has for you.
this valentines day, he had more of a subtle yet effective plan. sunghoon was aware that you didn't mind much if he didn't do anything but there was something about showering you with things that made his heart melt. you were his special someone and that had to be known.
it took only a day to come up with his masterplan. in the morning, sunghoon had ushered you out of bed and practically forced you to dress up for the day he had ahead. it started off with a cute brunch date, at a small breakfast spot that he had scoured the internet for to ensure that it was both yummy and aesthetically pleasing for your photos that he would definitely force you to post later.
after brunch, sunghoon had decided that the weather was perfect for a walk down the riverside where he admired your beauty and tucked flowers into your hair. coincidentally (or not), the walk had led you to a busy street of shops, giving him a perfect excuse to treat you to a gift that you could handpick.
and, of course, the night could not end without a dinner at one of your favourite places. sunghoon only wanted the best for you, and if it meant hurting his wallet once in a while then so be it, since seeing you beam up at him with a content expression was all he could ever ask for.
despite all of sunghoon's well organised plans, there was one thing that he didn't quite expect — his own gift to be waiting for him after the most perfect day out.
"before you," sunghoon grins, opening the door for you but you shake your head, which causes him to tilt his head in suspicion.
he doesn't get the chance to question it as he's dragged into the apartment straight away. immediately, sunghoon's eyes focus on the balloons and candles lit at the table, surrounding a tray of his favourite dessert.
a gasp leaves his lips as he looks around, "did you do this for meee?"
you nod and push him to take a seat on the sofa, "i made this in jake's house yesterday. while we were out, he set this all up for me."
sunghoon is in awe, staring at the heart shaped tiramisu sitting along his eye-line — his heart swells with joy and it only expands when a spoonful comes in his direction to feed him.
as he takes a bite, his eyes widen and he hums in content, "this might be the best tiramisu i’ve ever eaten. i’m not sure if it’s because of the heart shape or because you made it.”
you giggle, planting a kiss on his cheek, "i’m glad you like it. happy valentines day, baby."
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gyuuberryy · 1 year
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break the ice
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pairing: tsundere!sunghoon x reader
summary: sunghoon shows that he dislikes your presence most of the time, but secretly he really appreciates your kind gestures. maybe he should’ve reciprocated it instead of pushing you away completely, because the aftermath was not pretty.
genre: tsundere and sunshine trope
warnings: lots of angst, fluff, mean!sunghoon, yelling, crying, toxic family relationship, slight mention of violence and divorce, very very very little swearing, lowercase intended
note: my first enhypen fic!!!!! i’m so excited to share this with you guys. this went a bit different than the prompt i made the poll on but it’s basically the same thing. enjoy! (also i might sound desperate but PLEASE interact with me i really need more friends here AHAHAhhhh)
word count: 3k ish
If you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3
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a hand slammed on top of the wooden table where sunghoon’s head rested atop his arms. he slowly looked up, already knowing who it would be since you were the only one who ever approached him. 
“hi hoonie!”, you beamed at him in excitement. your nickname for him made his eyebrows furrow slightly, but he didn’t let his annoyance completely show on his stoic face.
“it’s early morning, why are you so happy?”, he grumbled.
you completely ignored his unenthusiastic response and placed a brown disposable box in front of him.
“i made some simple fried rice, i was running a bit late today.” you smiled and slid the box towards him when he didn’t react, “i hope you don’t mind!” 
when he realised that you weren’t going to move if he didn’t take the box, he sighed and stuffed it inside his schoolbag. your smile widened at his gesture but immediately fell when you looked at your watch.
“oh no i’m running late for my next class.” you waved at him, “i’ll see you at lunch!” 
sunghoon’s eyes followed your figure as you pushed past the people crowding at the entrance of the classroom and dashed off. his eyes glazed over in thought as he contemplated about why you even put up with him everyday, afterall you were a really jolly person who’s loved by everyone. and he, he was just loner with no emotions everso.
you both had met each other at the beginning of high school. you had approached him when you found him sitting alone at lunch on the first day. you mistook it for him being lonely but he pushed himself away from everyone on purpose. since then you’ve always been around him, constantly playing the part of a friend he didn’t ask for but secretly appreciated. he still remembers how upset you were when you found out he started skipping lunch in senior year, so you started making lunch for him everyday.
he sighed once again when his phone’s screen lit up with your text message. 
y/n:
hiii
i’m so sorry i won’t be able to visit you during lunch today TT
i have the club meeting for robotics
enjoy your lunch&lt;333
and don’t forget to recycle your lunchbox!!
Read:11:20AM
his lips turned up slightly at the cheery tone of your text, brightening his mood a bit.
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the soles of his worn out shoes crunched on the fallen leaves as sunghoon sluggishly walked on the pavement. the cool january breeze blew gently, leaving a trail of goosebumps on his skin. he looked above him and watched as the sun sunk into the sky, lighting up into flames of orange and yellow which set the wispy clouds ablaze. he was broken out of his peaceful gazing by the shouts of his name. he paid no heed to it and continued walking towards the bus stop. stiffening when a hand grabbed his arm, he turned his head.
“hoon did you not hear me?”, you gasped out, panting for breath. falling into step with him you giggled, “i need to start running, i get tired so easily.”
sunghoon gave no reaction and continued to walk in silence. you noticed that he hadn’t made any attempt of moving your hand away from his arm and cheered mentally at the progress. observing his features, you frowned in worry becauset his eyes had dark circles under them and his lips looked really chapped. 
“did you not sleep well last night?” you jogged up in front of him and grabbed his face, “gosh your eyes are swollen.” 
sunghoon’s cheeks slowly turned a light shade of pink at the gentle way you were holding his face. he immediately pushed your hands away and resumed his walking, slightly increasing his pace so that you would not see him blushing. you eventually caught up with him and handed him a beige coloured lip balm stick.
“use this for your lips. i swear they’ll become smooth and soft overnight, just like they were!” you attempted to make a serious face but it looked more funny, “and drink lots of water, this is a sign that you’re dehydrated.”
sunghoon watched you carefully as you babbled on about some home remedy to get rid of dark circles, the ever present blank expression etched onto his face. he felt something bubble up inside of him that happened every time at the fact that you noticed even the slightest change that he went through. he felt cared for.
“thank you”, he spoke out softly.
you stopped in the middle of your sentence and your eyes widened at his words. this was probably the first time he ever said the words ‘thank you’ to you. you felt like you had achieved some sort of big accomplishment and your face immediately broke out into a wide smile.
this feeling lasted like a warm blanket over you both the entire day.
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you had to miss out lunch once again the next week due to another robotics club meeting, which you were the vice president of. you had a free period currently so you decided to look for sunghoon since he was in the same class. after you found him missing from the classroom, you decided to go look for him at the benches he usually has his lunch at. maybe he decided to stretch it a bit longer?
you stopped on your way at a vending machine and got him his favourite cold coffee. smiling to yourself, you resumed walking. the school dance was coming up soon and you really wanted to attend it with sunghoon. so, you were going to do everything possible to get him to like you enough to be your date. and recently he had been slightly reciprocating your advances.
your face lit up when you found sunghoon right where you thought he would be. you were just about to call his name but stopped when you saw him holding the bento box you had given him today. you decided to watch secretly to see his reaction after eating the food cooked by you. he had never really given you any feedback about it, only taking the lunchboxes from you with a small huff.
your smile dropped when you saw him walk towards a dustbin and roughly throw the box in it. was the food not good? are you not hungry?
“do you do this every day?”
it looks like you voiced this thought out because sunghoon turned around and looked at you like a deer caught in headlights. this was probably the most noticeable expression you had ever seen on his usually blank face.
“are you okay? your eyes look really red.”
sunghoon remained quiet and just looked blankly at you. why did you still care about him when you clearly caught him throwing your food away. why were you the only one who was nice to him? he was trying really hard to control himself from lashing out on you but he couldn’t help it when you reached out to grab his face.
“will you stop this”, he yelled out in frustration.
“calm down hoonie-”
“stop it, just stop it!” he spat out in anger, “my name is sunghoon.”
just when you were about to open your mouth to say something, he cut you off once again.
“i’m so sick of everyone and everything. sick of you.”
a look of hurt momentarily flashed across your face as he pushed your hand away, but you immediately replaced it with a look of concern.
“what's wrong sunghoon? you never behave like this.”
“what’s wrong is that you won’t leave me alone.” he threw his arms in the air, “you’ve been constantly glued to me like a leech and i’m so damn sick of you.” 
you felt as if your heart was being run over by a bulldozer at his exclamations. you tried really hard not to cry in front of him but you were sure he had noticed your glossed over eyes. 
“you don’t mean that-”
“yes i do”, he gritted out. “and yes, i throw your food away everyday. i don’t want your meaningless pity.”
he watched as streams of tears rolled down your cheeks. 
he watched as the girl he cared for cried silently in front of him.
you bit your lip to prevent an ugly sob from bursting out, “i’ll leave you alone then, if that’s what you think about my feelings for you.” 
looking down at your shoes you walked towards the dustbin and chucked the bottle of cold coffee you had bought for him inside it. “might as well throw this away since you don’t want my pity do you.”
tears blurred your vision as you looked at sunghoon one last time and walked away, muttering about how it was a good thing you didn’t ask him out to the dance.
but this did not go unheard by him. 
once you were gone, he dropped to the hard floor on his knees and covered his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater as he sobbed. he had done it once again. he pushed away one of the few people who truly cared about him.
his tears dropped to the floor, creating wet patches. and his heart felt like it was being ripped apart.
once again.
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today was a very happy day for sunghoon. he had finally gotten rid of what was troubling him the most. 
now he had finally decided to apologise and make it up to you. 
the past few days had been torture for him. he deeply regretted acting out like that the other day. he felt like he was going crazy without your presence and whenever he saw you around school, you turned the other way and avoided him, making him feel even worse. he finally understood your importance. and maybe even about his feelings for you.
people looked at him in shock as he weaved through the crowd at the corridors with a bright smile on his face. the park sunghoon, who was always depressed was smiling today? this was shocking for sunghoon himself, but he couldn’t stop imagining what your reaction would be when he would ask you out to the dance.
he walked into the class where your first period took place and found you looking out the window with your chin on your fist. you were silently gazing outside, lost in your thoughts while your friends were excitedly talking about the dance. 
their chatter immediately died down to whispers upon sunghoon’s arrival. his figure loomed over you, blocking the sunlight, but you made no effort to look up. he cleared his throat awkwardly when you remained unmoving from your position.
“what?”, you grumbled out.
sunghoon felt something pull at his heart when he saw you turn around. he noticed how puffy your eyes were and how your face had red irritated scratches from constantly rubbing it. a wave of guilt washed over him as he realised that he was probably the cause for it.
“hi”, he spoke out meekly.
you were surprised to find him standing in front of you because you did not expect him to talk let alone even approach after what he did last week. you were even more surprised at the fact that he had a shy expression on his face. he did not look like the cold boy he usually was.
you scowled, “what do you want sunghoon?”
he flinched at the lack of your use of his nickname and your cold tone. your usually bright and cheery persona took a complete turn today. it wasn’t your fault though, he expected this reaction after what he did to you the other day.
a perplexed look overtook your features as you watched him place a glittery, yellow, heart shaped box in front of you. this emanated giggles from your friends, making sunghoon rub the back of his neck nervously.
“i’m really sorry for the other day.” he gulped, “i baked some cookies for you. i don’t know if they’re nice since it was my first time so..” he trailed off at the blank look you had on your face. 
“you really remind me of the colour yellow so i-”
“sunghoon please stop.” you sighed, “you told me i was clingy so i stopped approaching you.”
“i didn’t-”
“i really don’t understand why you’re doing this now”, you cut him off. “just go away.” with that, you turned back to the window.
sunghoon was just about to reply when the ringing of the bell interrupted him. he panicked as everyone moved around to settle in their seats. he had no choice but to leave now. 
with a heavy heart, he walked out of the class.
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you were filling your bottle at the water cooler when someone tapped your shoulder. you were kind of hoping it was sunghoon, but when you turned around you were met with jake. he was the president of the robotics club you were a part of.
“hi y/n”, he gave you a toothy grin.
you smiled back, “hey jake! what's up?”
your eyes widened when he grabbed your hand and placed a big bar of chocolate. 
“i really like you and want to take you to the dance.” his grin widened, “will you go with me?” 
before you could comprehend what was happening a voice laced with poison spoke up behind you.
“no she won’t.”
the voice belonged to sunghoon who grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you away from jake. you shook his grip off of you when he stopped at the benches where you would meet up with him at lunch.
“what the hell sunghoon? why did you bring me here?”
he didn’t respond and only stared at you with a furious glint in his eye. his face was twisted up into an angry expression as he questioned you.
“were you going to go with him?”
you scoffed in disbelief, “why do you even care? aren’t you sick of me?” 
sunghoon’s face fell at your words that repeated what he said to you the other day. he remained silent and just stared at your face. you closed your eyes and shook your head.
“just stay out of my business if you don’t care about me”
you had just turned around to walk away when a pair of hands snaked around your waist and pulled you back into a warm chest.
“i’m sorry, please stay”, sunghoon’s voice came out muffled as his face was buried in your shoulder. 
you were sure that your heart was going to explode any moment now from the intimate position you both were in. sunghoon had barely ever even held your hand and now he was back hugging you. you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing like a beet.
“w-what are you doing?”
sunghoon panicked and immediately removed his hands from you, assuming that he was making you uncomfortable. you frowned at the loss of contact and turned around.
“sunghoon, you’re really confusing me.”
he froze for a few moments then took a deep breath and began his explanation.
“that day..” he looked you in the eyes, “i didn’t mean anything i said.”
you looked at him intently, urging him to continue.
“you know how my parents got divorced last year right?”
you nodded. his mom was really toxic and controlling and used to emotionally abuse sunghoon’s dad. she was an alcoholic and sometimes lost control of herself leading to her showcasing violent behaviour. with the support of their friends and family, sunghoon’s dad had finally gained enough courage to divorce her.
“yeah so my mom has been fighting for custody of my little sister.” his voice cracked, “and at that time things looked good for her.”
he sniffed and looked down at his feet, “neither my sister nor did we want her to live with my mom. she would’ve ruined her life as well.”
“i took my anger out on you instead and i feel really horrible about it. you’ve been nothing but kind to me since day one, even after how coldly i treated you.”
his eyes welled up with tears and turned red as he tried to stop himself from crying. he looked so broken and hurt right now, and you wanted nothing more than to hold him. and so you did.
wrapping your arms around his torso you tried to calm him down by rubbing his back. he slowly reciprocated your gesture
you spoke softly, “i’m so sorry you had to go through this hoon. you and your family deserve none of this”
he sighed in relief at your reuse of his nickname and tightened his grip around you. your words were simple, but comforted him like no other.
“it’s okay, everything is fine now. my dad won the case and i finally feel relieved for once.”
you pulled back from him at the revelation and smiled in glee.
“really? that’s amazing, i’m so happy for you!”
you were back to your normal, jolly personality which sent a surge of joy through sunghoon, making him give you a full smile. you gasped in surprise.
“oh my god, your smile is so pretty!”
sunghoon’s cheeks turned rosy at your compliment and shyly buried his face in the crook of your neck, making you giggle. who knew a boy who behaved so coldly was such a softie.
“i never threw out your food by the way, except for that day because i had no appetite”, he stated guiltily. “you are an amazing cook.”
“thank you sunghoon, but”, you paused. “i don’t think we can be friends.”
sunghoon pulled away from you in alarm. did he mess things up that badly?
“not after those amazing cookies you gave me.” you pecked his cheek softly, “you have to promise to be mine.”
sunghoon chuckled in relief, “you really got me there.” 
“i promise to be yours, love.”
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yenqa · 1 year
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SHE PLAYS BASS!
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synopsis : prince sunghoon had a boring life. never had he ever gone out with his friends or fallen in love like a normal teenager (not like he liked the idea of falling in love). instead, he was forced to prepare for when he would be crowned king. but when your band, le sserafim is invited to play at the royal palace. his perspective on love would change all because of you.
featuring : le sserafim, hyung line of enhypen and a mention of jungwon
warnings : swearing, angst, parents w broken relationships, crying, kissing, reader wears makeup for performance, sunghoon is REALLY bad at conversations, will update as writing!
wc : 8.4k (woww!)
pairing : prince!sunghoon x afab!reader
a/n : it’s out!! sorry for the wait everyone and its a little weird but i hope you enjoy! thank u sm to @redm4ri for reading over it and making sure everything is good 🫶 also if you find anything we both missed… suck it up and ignore it
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01 NO CELESTIAL WAS ALWAYS YOUR FAVORITE SONG TO PERFORM.
you enjoyed playing the guitar riffs and singing until your lungs went out. you enjoyed the small portion of choreography you had and the energy it brought to the crowd. but as much as you enjoyed the melody itself, you enjoyed the lyrics even more.
to you, no celestial was about breaking the standards and just being yourself (ex. lyrics “angel-like perfection, bye” in first verse). but the song also meant that you can’t be perfect, and to not be afraid when someone realizes that. no celestial gave you a sense of freedom, like nothing else mattered but the sounds of your voices. and you would do anything to have that freedom.
well, it was the kind of freedom you already had until the attention’s eye was on you. now, you couldn’t even meet up with an old friend before someone turned it into a dating rumor. it was hard to ignore those rumors and continue on, but that was what you had to do to make it far.
and, you weren’t sure if it was worth it until now. staring in shock as you open the intricate blue envelope decorated with gold lining. on the back, is text stating “The Royal Palace”. Yunjin squeals in excitement as you carefully pull out the paper, reading the contents hidden inside.
Dear, Source Music
It has come to our attention that your band, Le Sserafim has been spiking in popularity in our kingdom. As the Prince’s birthday is coming soon, we would like to formally invite Le Sserafim to perform at the Royal Palace on December 8th to entertain our guests. Please arrive at 3:30 pm or before as you’ll be performing at 4:15. All food and drinks will be provided for you, outfits will also be provided and we’ll have to schedule an appointment to get some measurements. Please tell us what kind of concept to go for, and we’ll do our best to achieve that. We trust that the band will perform well as always. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Yang Jungwon
you look at your members in disbelief as they do the same before kazuha breaks the silence.
“we’re going to perform at the royal palace!” she excitedly squeals, as the room explodes into excited laughter, deciding what songs will be performed.
“well we have to perform fearless! it’s our hit song,” yunjin begs, trying to get nods of approval from the group's leader.
chaewon sighs, looking back at yunjin, “we’ll have to see how many songs we can perform and if they want us to perform any particular ones. we can ask our boss at our next meeting. he’ll probably have all the details we need,” she smiles warmly at her members, stretching out her arms and engulfing them in a warm hug.
“wait- when’s our next meeting?”
🎸
no celestial was not on the setlist. nor did your boss even think about performing it.
as the stubborn girl you are, you immediately asked why no celestial wasn’t on the list, and your boss laughs at you. stating that the palace didn’t choose the song and it wasn’t the right place for it. you thought that the song would be able to be performed anywhere (except, maybe a funeral but that’s not the point) but it apparently went against palace rules. it was stupid to you, isn’t that what the song’s telling you not to do? follow the rules?
you were surprised the great mermaid was picked, considering the amount of ‘foul language’ in the song. but since the prince was turning 21 (or 20 you couldn’t remember) you were sure a swear word wouldn’t hurt him.
it wasn’t until late at night when it hit you, you were performing for the prince in a month.
02 SUNGHOON WAS NOT EXCITED ABOUT HIS BIRTHDAY
all the decorations, outfits, and people were too much for him.
yes, he loved having the party, but having every single person he’s had any interaction with invited? just seemed over the top. he wished only his closest friends to come, but every year his parents would try so hard to marry him off to some random girl his age, which always ruined his mood (and his plan to have a small birthday party). sunghoon knew this year wouldn’t be different, so he didn’t look forward to it, simple as that.
when his parents revealed they were inviting a band to perform on his birthday. his lips had slightly upturned. would it be tomorrow by together? or seventeen? maybe even red velvet? his face immediately dropped when he heard the name. who the hell was le sserafim?
after he was dismissed sunghoon immediately looked up the band that was recently introduced to him, playing the first few songs that popped up.
out of the seven songs he listened to, he liked the song “sour grapes” the most. sunghoon didn’t look much into the lyrics of songs, as a song was just a melody he sang along to. but the rare times sunghoon did (which was when he was listening to sour grapes), he didn’t understand most of the lines. what did they mean by love is sour grapes? because to him, he didn’t think love resembled any kind of fruit.
well, what did love resemble to him? sunghoon didn’t know. after seeing his parents grow apart over the years, sunghoon wasn’t one to ask about the subject. and nor did he ever want to be.
the small number of lyrics he understood, made it even more obvious why love wasn’t that appealing to him. it would always end in heartbreak, which is why he vowed to himself to never fall in love. but deep down, he knew it was something he could never admit.
he was scared.
03 BREAKS WERE YOUR FAVORITE PART ABOUT PRACTICE
after practicing for three hours straight, chaewon decided for an hour's break. of course, no one disagreed which left you immediately leaving the building and deciding to walk around the kingdom.
the town was always a safe place for you to walk around since the palace is near your building and heavily guarded. after getting drinks for yourself and your members, you decided to head back to the practice building.
as you walked around you always stopped to watch some young kids playing outside, enjoying the laughter and happiness they brought to voice. you smile at their enjoyment, amused at the stupid games they make up.
you try to push your body away, as your head wants to keep watching. until you bump into someone, making you drop the drinks you had previously bought for your members.
“oh my god i’m so sorry! did it spill on you?” you frantically ask, crouching on the floor to pick up the wet cups on the ground.
you stand up to see a man around your age, his fluffy brown hair slightly covering his eyes and clothes too formal for a walk around the town. his face seems too familiar, almost like you’ve seen him before.
“it’s fine, sorry about your drinks, can i get you new ones?” he offers, a slight rasp evident in his voice.
“oh no, it’s okay! but do i know you? you look really familiar,” you ask curiously.
his state quickly turns to panic, before answering “n-no i don’t think so.” he curses himself for being so nervous.
“oops! sorry then, well my name’s y/n nice to meet you!” you offer him a hand, which he shakes.
“my name’s sunghoon nice to meet you too.” shit did i just say sunghoon? he realizes, horrified at his clumsiness.
“oh like prince sunghoon?” you mention, flashing him a bright smile.
“yeah haha…” he awkwardly replies, helping you throw away the dripping drinks in your hand. “are you sure? i’m sorry i feel really bad,” he rambles, looking at you with concern.
you swiftly pull out your phone to check the time, realizing you wouldn’t make it back in time if you went back to get drinks. you smile at him, showing him the time on your phone, “i have to be back soon! but maybe if we ever meet again you can pay me back,” you smile, and he smiles back before you run off, waving to him.
fimmies chat
you
lawl i just met the cutest guy !!
sakura
are u forgetting ure semi famous…
eunchae
did u rizz him up
yunjin
do u think y/n rizzed him up
be honest
you
no i didnt forget!! and i did rizz him up so good
yunjin dye.
anyways i didn’t get his number </3
kazuha
did u get his number
oh
chaewon
youre so lucky he didnt recognize u
but come back soon breaks almost over
you
im omw
04 HIS BIRTHDAY CAME SOONER THAN YOU REALIZED
you were too nervous about playing for the palace, you played your bass thousands of times in front of a crowd, you think, doing whatever to calm yourself. you had known all the chords by heart (including no celestial which your band decided to sneak in), you had warmed up your voice, and you had memorized and practiced the dance for hours and hours. you were going to do fine.
when you guys stepped onto the stage all that was heard were claps and a couple of cheers, you quickly made eye contact with the queen giving her a small head nod. you step in a line to bow and introduce yourselves, before getting to your instrument.
the first song you were performing was “the great mermaid”, sakura tapped her drumsticks three times, signaling for you to start the song. your hands instinctively moved to the right chords, strumming accordingly. as each chord passed, more was to be played. your hands shakily played each one, trying to sing your parts as stable as you could.
you felt a sigh of relief when the song ended, you placed your guitar on your hips, resting your hands while listening to the audience's boring claps. no shouts or cheers, just repeating claps, prim and proper. as chaewon introduces your next song you scan the audience, locking eyes with the young man on the throne, wait-
was that sunghoon?
your eyes widen as you hurry to your position in the dance, waiting for the music to start.
was sunghoon the prince? why didn’t he have a disguise? or some kind of security? did i seriously meet the prince on accident and didn’t notice?
you quickly came back to life, focusing on the dance you were currently doing.
your hips had to be on point, your legs had to be fully extended and in place, your arms had to be in the exact place, and your facial expression had to be on point. you hoped your expression looked how you imagined it.
you glanced at your manager noticing his approving, almost proud smile. you almost smile in response, containing it in quickly moving into formation.
the next few songs were a blur until you got to no celestial.
you nervously spoke into your microphone, introducing the song.
“for our last song we are performing a song called “no celestial”! this song is similar to our first one “the great mermaid” so if you enjoyed that song, you might like this one.” you wink at the audience, as you notice the manager giving you a look of disbelief.
you ignore it. adjusting your bass, starting up the next song. once you got to the pre-chorus you could feel your manager's glare burning in your scalp, you glance at sakura, exchanging nervous glances as yunjin sings her heart out, without a care in the world. by the time the song ends, you’re exhausted, and your legs and arms feel overworked,
you say your goodbyes and bow to the crowd as you walk off into the dressing room, where your manager waits with a menacing stare.
“hi sir…” you hesitantly start, he raises his left eyebrow at you.
“who came up with the idea of playing no celestial? the queen was giving me dirty looks! you’re lucky i’m not getting thrown in jail tomorrow. did you come up with the idea of playing no celestial for the palace y/n?” he yells, fuming with anger.
you look down at your feet, as your members watch, unable to prevent anything.
“yes i did.” you quietly answer.
“what’d you say? god you need to speak louder y/n,” he bluntly scolds.
“i said, yes i did,” you speak menacingly, he looks taken aback, almost surprised.
“this is your last warning y/n, one more and you’re out of the band, okay? i’m sick and tired of you taking your position for granted.”
“yes sir.” you bitterly answer, your body twitching trying to hold in your tears.
“now go! i can’t look at you right now,” he sighs.
you take your chance to quickly walk out of the dressing room, avoiding any servants walking around (and your members if they followed you). you slowly push open a door and find yourself on a path, surrounded by flowers and bushes tailored by the most perfectionist workers. each step there seem to be more and more plants unknown to you. you stop to look at a certain flower, reading the name on the index.
“the alstroemeria caught your eye?”
you jump at the sound, turning around to see (prince) sunghoon, walking next to you with a grin. you quickly bow, wiping your tears “oh! i’m so sorry for being here, i don’t know if i’m allowed here, so i’ll go!” you ramble, his smirk growing at the sight of you.
“it’s okay, y/n right? you did really well today,” he looks you up and down, slightly biting his lip.
“thank you, sir! happy birthday to you too.”
“no need for formal names, sunghoon is fine.”
your eyebrows furrow at his words, tilting your head slightly, “are you sure? it’s really no bother.”
he smirks at your comment, “you seemed fine with it two weeks ago,”
your eyes widen as his grin switches to a sly smirk, “i just didn’t recognize you,” you argue. “you don’t recognize the prince?” he raises one eyebrow. you huff at his response, opting to change the subject instead.
“shall we walk?” you ask, referring to the path you were earlier following. he nods as he starts leading the way through the abnormally large garden, making sure you stay away from any ditches or rocks.
“so, how was our performance? what was your favorite song?” you ask. he doesn’t think for long before deciding.
“sour grapes.”
“no reason why?” you give him a grumpy look which he notices, so he continues. “i like the melody, and lyrics.” he bluntly states, looking back at you for approval. “did you like the last song? no celestial?” you ask, silently praying he did.
“it was good, but i prefer slower songs.”
you nod accordingly, noticing how the loud ballroom music fills your silence, quite different from the songs you had performed. you walk to an empty field, which sunghoon explains that it’s empty because his parents gave up on the garden, deciding to do something better with their time and money. you frown at his story, why give up halfway in?
your legs grow tired, so you ultimately declare a break, in the middle of the field. sunghoon agrees, teasing you for your tired state.
when you sit down comfortable silence overtakes you two. you both calmly listen to the classical music, still clearly heard from the castle. after a few minutes, sunghoon light’s up with an idea, quickly standing up and offering his hand to you.
you, confused, look up at him. “what? are you trying to shake my hand?”
he laughs, “no, but would you, lady y/n have a dance with me?”
you grow flustered by the idea. you’re about to take his hand, before realizing you aren’t sure how to ballroom dance. you shyly mutter, “i don’t know how to properly do it”. he chuckles softly, taking hold of your hand, and pulling you up.
“i’ll teach you.”
sunghoon wasn’t sure why he was feeling so tense when he’d started teaching you. he’d be crazy to think that he wasn’t flustered by the way your hand was on his shoulder and the other intertwined with his, or the fact that you broke out into a smile every time you’d accidentally step on his foot or miss the spin. you were just pretty, he told himself, praying his hands didn’t feel clammy.
his hands were soft, and smooth contrasting with your calloused, and rough hands. but he didn’t seem to mind by the way he was smiling.
soon, your bodies blend together, like the sun and moon, forming an eclipse. taking each step in sync with the other. you can’t find your eyes anywhere else but locked on his. he smiles at you, and you smile back. you two dance until your feet get sore again after several songs. too tired to sit, you lay back on the slightly wet grass, staining the back of your stage outfit. sunghoon grins, laying down next to you, admiring the stars with you.
“sunghoon, do you know any constellations?” you ask, trying to make a familiar shape out of any of them.
sunghoon extends his hand out, scooting closer so you can see. he points to a particularly bright star, then another, and another he repeats that until he puts his hand down.
“that’s the ursa major, you’ve heard of it correct?” he looks over to you.
you chuckle, “of course, i know what the ursa major is. it’s so pretty, isn’t it?”
sunghoon stares at you, your bright smile facing the sky, your happy eyes almost in disbelief you're seeing such a beautiful sight, your makeup for the performance now slightly smudged but still gorgeous on you.
sunghoon thinks you’re the most beautiful star.
his eyes don’t move away from you before responding “yeah it is.”
he diverts his eyes when he sees you looking back at him, “the ursa major is used for navigating, because it completes a full circle around the north star.”
you nod, taking in the bright stars, shining straight at you.
sunghoon notices your silence, deciding to start a new conversation.
“what’s your perspective on love?”
sunghoon quickly realizes his mistake when you choke on your saliva, clearly not expecting him to ask you that question as you sit up. his face turns pale, hurriedly patting your back. “sorry, was that too far?” he asks.
you chuckle at his reaction, your laugh filling up his silence. “no,i just wasn’t expecting it. but i’ll give you an answer.” sunghoon gives you a nod, silently telling you to keep going.
“i think my opinion changes, like when i wrote sour grapes, obviously i didn’t like it. but now i think it’s quite the opposite,” you answer, sunghoon carefully thinks about your words, nodding approvingly.
“what about you sunghoon? what do you think about love?”
he stays silent for a while before answering, “i don’t believe in true love, i think it’s made up,” he states bluntly.
you slightly tilt your head, “and why do you think that?”
“well because my parents they’re-”
you’re caught off guard when the sounds of panicked yelling come to voice. “prince sunghoon? prince sunghoon!” people frantically call, you can see the silhouettes of people running around, trying to spot their beloved prince. you look over to see a just as panicked sunghoon. he quickly stands up, pulling you up too. his expression turns almost disappointed before saying,
“i have to go. it was nice talking to you y/n, i hope we meet again.” he gives you a small smile. taking your hand, and placing a soft kiss on it. he looks into your eyes after, then runs to the voices. leaving you a flustered mess.
walking back to the dressing room happily excited to tell your members about the interaction you just had, you realize why you had even been out in the garden. because you were upset, but sunghoon distracted you from that.
you smile to yourself, sunghoon was quite the distractor.
05 MEETINGS WITH SUNGHOON BECAME ORDINARY
you often found him around the place you first met, waiting in the only pink chair at the cafe. every time the bell above the door rang, his head shot up looking for your familiar face. every time it was you, his eyes crinkled, which you guessed was a smile considering his face was hidden behind a mask. you would always wave to him, setting down your stuff before ordering a drink. this became a routine for you two, you would arrive at two ten and leave at two fifty, to get back to practice on time.
after practice you (and sometimes with eunchae) would always walk to a specific bench near the river, admiring the dark city with the quiet noises of running water. arriving at eight twenty-ish every time, you would place your purse down right in the middle of the bench, so no one would sit next to you.
that may seem selfish, but it was for your safety as an idol. the park was almost always empty, with the exception of people there for the same reason as you, to admire the scenery.
you were almost dumbfounded when you noticed someone sitting at your bench, the body covered by their hood twitching every so often.
your steps slowed down, unsure of what to do. until you heard small sniffles from the body, with broken cries and sounds of snot. you weren’t the most social person you’ve met, so you don’t know why your body led you down to sit next to them, asking them “are you okay?”
the person doesn’t spare a glance at you, staring directly at their shoes instead. you study their face, realizing the person was someone you knew.
“sunghoon? what’s wrong?” you blurt out, his head whips towards yours, his panicked expression clearly gone when he looks at you with soft eyes.
he quickly remembers his state, wiping his tears as quickly as he can. “nothing,” he mumbles, knowing you’ll recognize his blatant lie.
you hesitantly place your hand on his back, softly rubbing it. he lays into you, sobs coming out of his body like a river, coming downstream. your throat tightens hearing the cries that fill the park, disturbing the few that passed by every so often.
noticing his hiccups become less and less apparent. you hesitantly ask, “do you want to talk about it?”
he nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. he chokes out, “it’s just the pressure i have on my shoulders, being the next king and all. i have no one to rely on or even ask for help. my parents are too busy fucking arguing to even give me the time of day, and it’s just so stupid they put all the kingdom’s problems on me because it’s training. when in reality it’s just them being ignorant and immature.”
you nod slightly, pulling him in a soft hug as if he’ll break if you hold any tighter. you wince at the feeling of his damp tears on your sleeve, reminding yourself that there was a more important matter.
you two hold each other in comfortable silence until sunghoon sits up and wipes his tears away. you look at him with worry to which he says, “i don’t really want to talk about it anymore if that’s ok,” he looks at you with uneasy eyes.
you give him a warm smile, “that’s fine sunghoon, do you want to talk about anything?”
“no, i don’t really have anything in mind,” he answers.
you nod trying to fill the void of silence somehow. spotting a moving figure near the waterline, you point to it, “hey there are some ducks!”
sunghoon follows your finger to find the animal you were pointing at. eyes crinkling at the sight. you watch his amused face, not realizing the smile growing on your face.
“didn’t know you were such an animal person,” you chuckle, as sunghoon rolls his eyes.
“it’s not like i see them much, ya-know being trapped in the castle and all that,” he remarks. you throw your hands up in defense, “sorry, forgot about your prince duties for a second.”
“yeah whatever,” sunghoon jokes, turning to gaze at the stars, just like at the castle.
you take this time to look at his face, looking hopefully into the sky. like he was hoping a shooting star would come. you let out a breathy smile, to which he hears turning to look at you, making eye contact.
realizing he caught your stare, you look away, your cold cheeks now growing in temperature.
sunghoon chuckles at your reaction, not realizing his reddening cheeks either. he pulls up his sleeve, glancing at his watch. you lean over, looking for the time stating 9:02.
you gasp loudly, making sunghoon whip his head up, looking at you with confusion. “what happened?” he asks.
“i have to be back by 9:15, curfew and all. i’ll see you soon, okay?” he nods, a smile present as he’s waving goodbye, watching as you take off running to get back on time.
sunghoon can’t seem to get rid of his smile after you leave, touching his upturned lips softly. he isn’t sure why his smile’s still lingering even after you left. he doesn’t smile for a while after jay or jake leaves him.
despite the chilling weather that most definitely left him shivering, he can’t get rid of the warm, fuzzy feeling inside of him. maybe he was sick, or maybe he was just prepared for the cold weather. but he knew there was a different reason. one that he wasn’t ready to admit.
06 YOU HAPPILY JOGGED BACK TO THE BUILDING
imagining your member's reactions when you tell them you had met up with sunghoon once again. you push open your dorm room at 9:12, barely making it back without getting a scolding from chaewon.
entering your shared room with eunchae, you take off your jacket, zipping it up to place it on a hanger.
“y/n! you went to the park without me!” eunchae whines from her bed, stretching out to cover it.
you laugh at her position, mentioning nonchalantly, “sorry eunchae! i saw sunghoon there though.
she dramatically gasps causing all the other members to rush in with looks of worry. “what happened?” chaewon asks, standing in the doorway.
“y/n met up with sunghoon at the park!” she exclaims. yunjin reacts first, running up to you dramatically, shaking you by your shoulders. the members exaggeratedly gasp at you, kazuha even pretends to faint.
you roll your eyes, pretending to busy yourself on your phone.
“y/n you have to tell us what happened!” chaewon hurriedly sits down on the edge of the bed, to which everyone else follows.
“nothing really happened,” you giggle, unable to stop the redness from spreading from your cheeks.
sakura pushes you softly, “oh boo, i know something happened, just tell us what!”
deciding to not mention the crying part, you mention everything else.
watching the member's reactions could honestly entertain you for days. whether it was a simple touch or action you two did together, they always had an exaggerated reaction towards it. when you mentioned how he had caught you staring at him, yunjin had dramatically fallen off the bed. hitting the carpet floor with her hand clutched repeatedly.
after you finished the story, they left as giggly as you came in. you quickly get ready to go to sleep, not wanting the exhaustion to get to you before you brush your teeth.
laying on your bed, you weren’t sure why they were so dramatic over some interactions you had with sunghoon. i mean, you were just a boy and a girl hanging out.
nothing weird about that.
okay sure, he did have really nice hair, pretty eyes, and a really gorgeous smile. and he was so sweet and funny but also comforting, and you like being around him and always wanted to be around him. but what does that have to do with-
oh.
oh.
no, it couldn’t be it, you weren’t that far in deep right?
was love what you were feeling? love for the man you had randomly met in the kingdom? love for the man you had barely met but had spent hours talking to?
yeah, maybe you did love him.
and maybe, you wanted to plant his soft lips onto yours the next time you saw him.
but he was too good for you.
like the brightest, most beautiful star in the sky, loving the dimmest, and unpleasant.
it would never work.
you sigh, pulling over the blanket over your cold body. peacefully closing your eyes.
07 CONFIDING IN SAKURA WAS ONE OF THE WORST IDEAS YOU HAD
you would think the oldest person had the best advice, but truly she was set on you doing one thing.
“confess to him!” sakura exclaims as soon as she hears the news. rolling your eyes at her idea, she lightly frowns.
“what? can’t you just tell him? i don’t get it.” she huffs, slightly lifting the hair on her face. you furrow your brows, “and risk him not liking me back?”
“okay so what if he does like you back?”
that simple question leaves you speechless, it’s not a crazy question, but as stupid as you sound, you didn’t think that would happen. nor was that a chance you would want to take.
“i don’t think he does, i mean we just met recently! he barely even knows me.” you’re shortly given a questioning look, followed by “don’t you meet like, every day?”
you sigh in defeat, “okay yeah we do, but that’s not the point! the point is that he doesn’t like me back.”
“look, he might not like you back, so why don’t you get it over with? the worst he can say is no.” her shoulders lift for a second, continuing back to focus on her phone.
“okay, no is definitely not the worst thing he could say. he could say like, “ew no you peasant! get away from me you dirty scab.” sakura dramatically sighs.
“are we talking about the same guy? the same guy who spent hours talking to you outside his own party?” you huff.
“yeah, but it’s still a possibility! you never know how royals are,” you argue. she quickly bites back, saying.
“exactly!” her eyes widened, “you don’t know how royals are, so you never know if he likes you back! which i’m sure he does.”
“okay so i confess to him, and he says no. what if our relationship changes and we can’t fix it because i made things so awkward? what would i do then?” you cry, she furrows her brows.
“you never know until you try.” she finishes, finally laying back down to go to sleep.
“fine.” you grumble, tiredly walking back to your room.
maybe you could confess to him.
you quickly throw yourself onto the bed. landing with an ‘oof’ sound on your stomach. brainstorming ideas or even just imagining scenarios. you hadn’t realized until two minutes of thinking was that everything you thought of was probably a normal occurrence for him.
picnics? you were sure he had done it many times. a restaurant? his chefs probably cook better and you’re both famous. movie date? even you didn’t want to do that idea.
giving your mind a rest, you rolled around on your bed. kicking the blanket off your sweaty feet, you grabbed your phone. opening safari.
i mean, it can’t hurt to look right? you quickly typed up the words, embarrassed at the dilemma you were in right then.
you scrolled through the websites, opening “15 best date ideas for you and your boyfriend.”
sure you weren’t at that stage, but it had to have at least one good idea.
scrolling through the options you stopped on one, thinking of what could happen then. painting together, that seems like it could be fun?
you quickly prepare yourself for the text you're about to send, staring at it for a while before actually sending it.
you
sunghoon are you busy this weekend?
sunghoon
not on saturday, but on sunday yeah.
why?
you
do you want to go painting with me 😁😁
sunghoon
sure, where?
you
yk the bench we met at like two days ago
we can meet there at 2pm ??
sunghoon
sure, see you then.
you
see youu
you slam your phone into your mattress, silently screaming to yourself imagining how the date would be. you prayed that sunghoon wasn’t some kind of artist who would laugh at the market's paint you had bought because it was such poor quality to him. sunghoon wouldn’t do that, he’s really sweet. you remember you check your calendar in the living room, writing down the date for saturday.
you scan the calendar, in three days you’ll confess.
08 YOU WEREN’T SURE YOU COULD PAINT WITH SUCH JITTERY HANDS
you had managed to get there at 1:58 seeing sunghoon there already. scanning his outfit, you found the gold details on his navy blue suit to fit him well, it was similar to the letter the palace had sent you but you didn’t want to point that out.
realizing how professional he looked, you quickly feel embarrassed at your outfit. some simple jeans with a crop top and a sweater, and a mask covering your face.
“hello y/n,” he smiles at you, helping you place your stuff down.
“hello sunghoon! here-” you hand a canvas to him, “this is for you, and you know how to paint, right?” you mentally slap yourself, of course, he knew how to paint y/n!
his eyes slightly squint in confusion as he chuckles, “of course, i know how to paint y/n, what do you wanna paint?”
you lock eyes with him, trying your best not to get flustered saying, “i don’t know yet, probably like the river in front of us. what about you?”
he looks around, suddenly smirking at the idea he must’ve had. “i’ll surprise you,”
“whatever,” you playfully roll your eyes, handing him his canvas and palette. his hands brush yours, lingering longer than they should.
you ignore it, carefully dipping the paintbrush into the water, then into a light grayish blue. you gracefully spread the paint around, trying to replicate the water to the best of your abilities. the blue slowly runs out, your paintbrush becomes dryer than your liking. so you delicately press the paintbrush into the water, swirling it around before dipping it back into the same blue color you were using.
while you’re doing that, you glance at sunghoon to see him sketching a person with a pencil. “who’s that?” you ask, he looks at you seeing you stare at his sketch.
his eyebrows furrow, “you can’t tell?”
you scan the canvas again, noticing the outfit looking very similar to yours. you squint slightly, “are you drawing me?”
he grins, “no.”
“what? that literally looks exactly like me!” you argue.
“it’s your mom.”
you sigh, rolling your eyes and turning back to your canvas, he laughs at your reaction. “i hate you so much,” you lie.
“right. you know i can get you thrown into prison right?”
“yeah you could, but you like me too much to do that.” you boldly state.
he gives you a side eye, nodding sarcastically. “whatever you want,” he says, you triumphantly continue painting, finishing the sky before starting on the river and the scenery.
you add more paint to your original color, brightening it before starting your river. making sure you get each detail.
while you’re working on your river sunghoon starts painting the background, realizing he forgot to do that.
you two continue with small talk, conversing about favorite music, events that are coming up, and even events happening recently.
you’re reminded of his birthday party, how he never finished his answer before he got pulled away by the crowd (or whoever was calling for him).
the conversation slowly dies down, sunghoon decides to start a new one before you could.
“how’s it like being an idol? like getting to do whatever you want and still be liked.”
you give him a bittersweet smile, “i don’t really get to do whatever i want, but i probably have more freedom than you do.”
sunghoon sighs, “yeah, sometimes i really hate being a prince, i wish i had more freedom like you.”
“well, i don’t have that much freedom, but i don’t really care. i just do whatever i want and hope i don’t get caught,” you chuckle, sunghoon smiles at you,
“you don’t get scared of the consequences you could get?”
“not really. if anything, i can just debut again.”
sunghoon clearly taken aback by your confidence covers it with a smirk, “are you always this confident?”
“not with you,” you blurt out, not realizing your mistake until you see his face visibly turning red. he quickly turns away, pretending to add finishing touches to the painting with nothing but water on the brush.
now you realize, its time. you quickly build up your confidence, not wanting to stay in this awkward silence any longer.
“look- i don’t know how to say this. but i like you, so much.” you can see sunghoon’s mouth slightly open, eyes widening as well. you continue, “and i know your idea of love isn’t that fond. so i hope we can still be friends after this. but please take my feelings into consideration.” you slightly smile at him.
he’s still in shock when he answers. “y/n, i don’t like you back-”
you blank for the rest of his sentence. realizing now that you should have left those words unsaid. so, so many words that should’ve been left unsaid.
he stops talking, waiting for your reaction. you aren’t sure if you feel like crying or screaming, but one thing you were sure you felt was that you wanted to get out of there.
you nod in disappointment, taking your canvas and paint with an awkward goodbye. you walk away, trying your best to ignore the slight blur in your vision.
09 “SHE WHAT?”
was the first thing jay said when he told them about the date. jake gave sunghoon a look of disbelief, and heeseung laughed at him.
“dude, we know damn well she did not say that.” heeseung smirks, stifling a laugh.
sunghoon eyebrows furrow, “what? she did say that! and i don’t know how to feel! she also isn’t answering my calls so that’s why i invited you over, not to have tea and biscuits.”
jake quietly puts his tea cup down, missing when sunghoon rolls his eyes at him.
“okay so what’s your opinion on her?” jay leans slightly forward, looking at sunghoon with an eyebrow raised.
“well-” sunghoon abruptly stops. how could he put this into words?
for one he always has a smile on around you, whether it’s a smirk or a genuine smile. either work.
two, he thinks you’re pretty, like the moon in an empty sky, or a person seeing a sunset for the first time. but that would surely get him teased, so he keeps quiet on that one.
three, he thinks you’re kind, too kind for your own good. just yesterday when you had bought all the supplies for painting when you both knew he could’ve rented out the whole park for you two, or when he offered to pay for the drinks you got for your members after the time he bumped into you, to which you declined fully knowing his economic status.
yeah, you’re kind.
sunghoon barely manages to get out, “she’s… kind?”
jake scoffs, “just kind? after all the date’s you’ve had with her, you don’t think she's funny or pretty or anything?”
yeah i think a lot of things. he thinks. deciding to also keep that to himself.
“i mean she’s pretty and funny.” sunghoon blankly states, not wanting to overshare.
“c’mon dude! i know you’re thinking some poetic shit but are too scared to say it to us. we won’t judge!” heeseung argues.
jay laughs at heeseung’s last comment, knowing full well it was a lie.
sunghoon rolls his eyes for nth time, realizing he’d have to say something anyways.
“well i think she’s pretty, but like so pretty you can’t describe it.” he thinks for a moment, trying to put it simply, “also her smile,” sunghoon lets out a breathy smile. making his friends all seem disappointed.
“it literally just sounds like you’re in love with her. your girl problems are too easy,” heeseung sighs, taking a bite of the biscuit waiting to be eaten.
“well, i’m not in love with her! i just enjoy her company.”
“i enjoy jake’s company but i don't dreamily sigh about his smile,” jay adds, to which jake winks at him.
jay gives him a disgusted look, turning to focus on sunghoon and his problem.
“okay well i don’t want to be in love with her!” he says, throwing his hands in defeat.
“why? what’s so wrong with liking a girl?” heeseung asks, his voice slightly muffled by the food he was eating.
sunghoon furrows his brows in disgust. “okay, first of all, don’t talk with food in your mouth, and second of all…” he pauses, does he really want to get that personal right now?
the answer is no.
“second of all, i don’t want to fall in love just to be disappointed in the end.”
jake sighs, “man, if you don’t want to fall in love that’s fine, but just think about the good things that could come out of it.”
sunghoon nods, taking in his words. what good things would come out of it? unrequited love? heartbreaks? being married to someone else because you’re a prince?
he didn’t think anything good would come out of it.
so sunghoon decided he didn’t love you romantically. and he never would.
010 YOU WERE STILL IGNORING HIS CALLS
every text left on delivered, every call left unanswered and sunghoon didn’t know what was wrong.
well, yes he did know what was wrong but he wasn’t sure how to fix it. his friends certainly hadn’t helped and he had no one else to ask.
so maybe he had to take matters into his own hands.
his plan was to host a ball then formally invite you to it. you couldn’t decline an invitation personally from the prince could you?
then he would just go with the flow, talk to you and apologize and become friends again. easy, right?
convincing his parents to invite you to the ball was simple. even if his mom was a little uneasy, she was delighted he wanted to personally invite someone to the ball they were hosting.
for once sunghoon left them with a smile on his face.
now all he had to do was wait. he knew it would never happen but everytime he got a notification, his face lit up. frantically checking the message for any sign of the word “y/n”. but he never found one.
all sunghoon did that week was wait for a text back. it hurted his brain honestly, all his worries were constantly flooding it. everytime he tried to focus on whatever his teacher was saying he couldn’t. not when his friendship was at stake.
he wasn’t sure why he was so worried about you, considering you were just friends. but the more he thought about it, the more confused he got.
but when the day finally came, he wasn’t as ready for it as he should’ve been.
yes he mentally prepared himself, and he made sure everything at the ball was perfect. but he forgot the most important part.
planning the apology.
sunghoon wouldn’t say he was the best at apologies. when people say that the words should come from the heart he laughs. it’s not like the heart has a mouth to speak with, he always thinks. but this time, he’s really relying on those words said by others.
but stupid phrases couldn’t help now.
so, sunghoon took a deep breath. and foot by foot, he entered the ballroom.
011 HIS FACE TURNS A WARM PINK WHEN HE SAW YOU
wearing a grayish-blue gown with sparkle lined layers towards the bottom. you had a huge smile on your face, talking to another woman.
he was so busy scanning your features he hadn’t noticed all his friends crowding around him. they all continuously teased him for the love struck look in his eyes. one that i don’t have. he thinks, ignoring the comments they had made.
he notices the look in your eyes, slowly growing less happy as you scan the beautiful lady in front of you. your smile slightly falls, but still evident in your face when she leaves. you look around, locking eyes with him. your smile falls this time, not hiding the slightly dreading facial expressions you had.
sunghoon calls you over, seeing the bright smile on your face return to meet his friends.
you happily greet each of them, each sharing a small fact about themself. you try to listen to each one, even though you’ll most likely forget it in an hour.
finally, you shake sunghoons hand. ignoring the awkward tension between you two.
jake quickly starts a conversation, saying, “y/n! you were the band that played at hoon’s birthday right? what instrument did you play?”
you nod, “yeah i play the bass! i also do some singing but i’m not the lead singer,” you chuckle. jake nods, taking a sip of whatever drink he had.
you look at sunghoon finding his eyes already latched onto yours. you look away quickly ignoring the interaction.
jay senses the tension, finding an excuse to lead his friends away from you two.
sunghoon mentally lets out a sigh of relief, realizing he had to start his apology soon.
“y/n look- can we talk about last week?”
you sigh, nodding.
“i was just thinking about it and i realized how rude i was that day, and that i’m sorry for that,” he braces himself for your reaction, a wash of relief goes over him when he sees your soft smile.
honestly, you don’t even remember what he said, but he must’ve been pretty mean.
“you don’t have to be sorry for rejecting me sunghoon, i get it. let’s just move on. okay hoon?” you tease, to which sunghoon rolls his eyes, barely keeping his smile in.
he doesn’t think anyone else can call him that anymore.
sunghoon makes eye contact with his mother, urging him to join the dance floor ever so near him.
you give a knowing look to him, dragging him to the ballroom floor.
the floor is filled with people, sunghoon leads you through the people, all moving in a unison formation. you finally find an empty spot, stopping there.
he laughs, “you remember how to dance right?”
“of course i do,” you answer, placing your right hand on his shoulder, softly holding his other hand.
he starts moving you two around, twirling you and lifting you up. you two laugh every time a small stunt comes up. but for a majority of the time, you’re just waltzing around, engaging in some small talk.
“you know i’ve always wanted to play an instrument?” sunghoon asks.
you shake your head, slightly frowning, “if you told me i could’ve started teaching you how to play bass guitar!”
he laughs at your response, taking in the atmosphere around him.
sunghoon can’t ignore the fact that your hands have gotten softer than before, or that you had some makeup on that enhanced your features, or that everytime you would mess up you would laugh it off.
sunghoon can’t help but have a smile on his face around you.
he can’t help but enjoy being with you. he can’t help but look forward to spending time together. he can’t help but find you infinitely gorgeous and perfect.
he can’t help but fall in love with you.
and this time, he accepts it.
soon the music comes to an end, but you're too busy enjoying eachothers company to acknowledge it.
he randomly says, “i’m sorry for what i’m about to do.”
sunghoon knows he’ll regret this, but he does it anyway.
he plants his lips onto yours, softly kissing you. you’re shocked at first. before you return the kiss, wrapping you arms around his neck. you pull out to take a breath, looking deeply into his dark brown eyes.
he smiles at you, and you smile back.
maybe this time sunghoon will give love a try. and maybe it’ll work out for him.
012 EXTRA
this was the fourth time sunghoon had tried to sneak you out of your schedule, everytime he tried something new but it never worked.
but this time he had a new plan.
you had just finished your stage at music bank, and still had hours to go until awards were announced.
sunghoon’s job was to distract the staff, and let you sneak out unnoticed.
he arrived at the back door, starting small talk with the staff in front of the doors.
“hey have you seen my new selfie?”
“do you like this theme for the next ball?”
“which suit should i wear?” he repeatedly asks, nudging his head as a symbol for you to go.
you, watching throw a small crack in the door, open it and take off running out from the side which was slightly out of their view. you run as fast as possible. foot after foot, step after step. ignoring the weird looks sent your way, you finally stop at a familiar tree.
a few minutes later he comes running to you, waving at you.
before you say anything he tackles you into a hug, almost knocking you over.
“someone missed me huh?” you tease, softly caressing his shoulder.
“yeah i really did,” he smiles, giving you a quick peck on the cheek.
“how’d you even distract them for that long? they always keep their eyes on the door.” you furrow your brows, worried they were chasing after you.
he smirks, keeping eye contact while putting your hair behind your ear. you quickly get flustered, dropping the subject.
sunghoon truly was quite the distractor.
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SYNOPSIS. it’s been one semester into junior year, yet y/n is still single and crush-less. desperate for a date to prom, she asks all her friends for help to find one. luckily, y/n’s best friend knows the perfect guy—tall, handsome, smart, funny, and he’s the cute guy from summer camp?! too bad he goes to another school.
PAIRING. church boy!sunghoon x fem!reader
GENRE. smau, high school au, she falls first but he falls harder, acquaintances to friends to lovers, fluff, humor
WARNINGS. they’re both stupid, inaccurate timestamps, possible typos, unchecked grammar, kys/death jokes, occasional dn and your mom jokes, some twitter headers contain swear words, let me know if i missed anything!
FEATURING. all of enha, monday from weeekly, isa from stayc, taehyun from txt, lucy from weki meki, and more as cameos!
STATUS. ongoing! | STARTED. february 3, 2023
TAGLIST. open! send an ask or comment below to be added
ANNA’S NOTE. first fic kinda nervous 😥 hope you guys like this! i’ll be posting the profiles tomorrow :)
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ENTERING... decelis academy | hanyang high school
PLAN 1. i got the perfect guy
PLAN 2. live laugh gaslight ❤️
PLAN 3. gay, just in denial 🔥
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