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⋆ ｡⋆୨୧˚— KISS ME !

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf! park sunghoon x f!reader genre. angst & fluff. synopsis. when your boyfriend hasn’t kissed you months into your relationship, you start doubting whether he even likes you or not. 𝑤ord count 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1109. 𝑤arnings ‎⸝⸝ not edited, kissing, drinking, major insecurities. ୭ৎ 𝑙una notes⋆.˚ i love sunghoon sm i can’t explain it in words </3 — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

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YOU AND SUNGHOON HAVE BEEN DATING FOR A COUPLE OF MONTHS NOW, yet the both of you are still incredibly shy around each other.

your relationship is filled with soft glances and gentle touches, the kind that makes your heart flutter.

but what was odd about your relationship was that although you’ve been together for a while, you two surprisingly haven’t had your first kiss. - more under cut !

tonight, you and your friends have decided to have a small gathering at one of their houses, and someone had suggested playing a game of truth or dare.

you can feel the nervous anticipation in the air as the bottle spins and lands on your boyfriend, sunghoon.

“truth or dare, sunghoon?” lee heeseung asks with a mischievous and teasing grin.

sunghoon rolls his eyes as he hesitates for a moment before choosing,

“dare, of course.”

the room buzzes with excitement as your friend leans forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“i dare you to kiss y/n. or take a shot if you don’t want to.”

you felt your heart skips a beat. you glance at sunghoon, hoping he’ll choose to kiss you.

it’s not that you doubt his feelings for you, but a public display of affection would reassure you, and you’ve been waiting for months now!

sunghoon’s face turns a bright red as he shifts uncomfortably. the silence stretches, making the moment feel like an eternity.

finally, to your dismay, he reaches for the shot glass, his hands shaking slightly.

he quickly downs the liquor, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

the room erupts into a mixture of cheers and playful groans, but you can’t help feeling a pang of hurt. you force a smile fighting the humiliation, but inside, your heart aches.

why wouldn’t he want to kiss you? the rest of the night, you try your best to join in on the fun.

but your thoughts keep drifting back to sunghoon’s choice, feeling your heart break each and every single time.

you become quieter, lost in the abyss of your mind, and feeling a strong sense of rejection.

of course, sunghoon notices your change in demeanor and keeps glancing at you, concern etched on his face.

when the gathering finally ends, he offers to walk you home like he always has.

the night air is cool and crisp, and the sound of your footsteps on the pavement is the only thing breaking the uncomfortable silence between the two of you.

“y/n.. did i do something wrong?” sunghoon asks softly, his voice tinged with worry.

as he asks that question, you feel all of your efforts of holding yourself back slip away.

you stop in your tracks and turn to face him, tears welling up in your eyes with a look of complete and utter embarrassment.

“do you even like me, sunghoon?”

you burst out, unable to hold back your emotions any longer.

sunghoon looks taken aback, his eyes wide with surprise and disbelief.

“why would you think that i don’t like you?”

“because,” you say, your voice trembling,

“you wouldn’t even kiss me during the game- no, our whole relationship! you’d rather take a shot than kiss me. it felt like you didn’t want to, like you were embarrassed of me.”

tears stream down your face, and sunghoon’s expression crumbles.

he steps closer, reaching out to gently wipe away your tears with his thumb.

“no, no, baby, it’s not like that at all,” he says, his voice breaking at your state.

“i wanted to kiss you, i really did and i always have. i just didn’t want our first kiss to be because of a dare. i wanted it to be special, something just for us, not something done in front of everyone because i had to.”

you look into his eyes after wiping your tears, seeing the sincerity in them. sunghoon’s own tears start to fall as he continues,

“i’m so sorry, y/n. i never wanted to hurt you or make you ever feel like i didn’t want you. i care about you so much, more than you know.”

before you can respond, sunghoon leans in, closing the distance between you.

his lips press against yours in a kiss that’s tender and full of emotion. it feels like everything around you fades away, leaving just the two of you in this perfect moment.

his hands cup your face, holding you gently as he deepens the kiss, conveying all the feelings he’s been too shy to express with words, a feeling of warmth exploding in the two of you.

when he finally pulls away, you’re both breathless. he rests his forehead against yours, his eyes searching yours.

“i’m so sorry,” he whispers.

“i just wanted our first kiss to be something special, something we’d both remember.”

you smile through your tears, feeling pure love spread through your chest.

you now understood what people had meant by feeling lovesick, because you felt like you were about to throw up butterflies.

“i understand now,” you say softly as you as you cupped his cheek, sunghoon leaning into your gentle touch.

“i’m so sorry i doubted you, hoonie.”

sunghoon wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight, warm hug.

you can feel his heartbeat against your own, steady and reassuring.

“i promise, i’ll make every moment with you special,” he murmurs into your hair.

“you mean so much to me.”

and as the two you walk the rest of the way home, hand in hand, the air feels lighter, filled with a new sense of closeness, bond and understanding.

a new step into your relationship.

sunghoon’s fingers intertwine with yours, and you can feel the love and care in his touch. it’s a small gesture, but it speaks volumes.

when you reach your door, sunghoon stops and turns to you, his eyes shining with a mix of affection and a look you couldn’t quite place.

“i’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks, a hopeful smile playing on his lips as he rubbed the nape of his neck nervously.

you nod, feeling a sense of joy, excitement and anticipation.

“definitely, hoon.” you reply, your heart full.

sunghoon leans in for another kiss, this one soft and lingering, a promise of many more special moments (kisses..) to come.

as you watch him walk away, you can’t help but feel grateful for the love you share, knowing that even though you both may be shy, and your similarities may clash together often, your feelings for each other pure and real.

that night, the two of you fall asleep with a smile on your face, dreaming of all the beautiful moments that await you in your relationship.

© won4kiss 2024

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⋆ ｡⋆୨୧˚— ANGRY !

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 boxer bf! ʝake sim x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre. angst & fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which your boyfriend comes home injured after a brawl & lashes out at you. 𝑤ord count 𐙚ㅤㅤ1175. 𝑤arnings ‎⸝⸝ not edited, anger issues, cursing, injuries, kissing. ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

୭ৎ 𝑙una note⋆.˚ all credits to @taeghi for boxer! jake idea ! <3 also i’d like to note that i’m not romanticizing anger issues in any way, this is something i’ve struggled with for a while and i wanted to incorporate my own struggles in my writing !

THE APARTMENT WAS EERILY SILENT AND FILLED WITH ANTICIPATION AS YOU WAITED FOR YOUR BOYFRIEND JAKE TO RETURN.

it wasn’t unusual for him to come home late, especially after a long night of training at the underground boxing gym.

you had always admired his dedication, the way he poured his heart into his passion, but lately, his anger issues had been getting worse. — more under cut !

you knew he had struggled with this issue his whole life, but you hadn’t ever seen it this bad.

you see the rage in his eyes, the way his fists would clench and unclench as he tried to keep himself in check. it broke your heart to see him struggle like this.

a normal person would be petrified, but you didn’t care because at the end of the day, it’s your jake. you weren’t going to abandon him.

you glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time that night, biting your lip anxiously.

it was well past midnight, and jake still hadn’t returned. you tried to keep yourself busy with chores around the house, but your mind couldn’t help but drift back to him.

what if something had happened? what if he had gotten into a fight and was lying injured somewhere alone?

just as you were about to call his phone for the fifth time, you heard the familiar sound of the front door creaking open.

you rushed to the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest. there he was, standing in the doorway, looking like he had been through hell and back.

jake was covered in bruises, his lip split open and bloodied, one eye swollen shut.

his clothes were torn, and his knuckles were raw and bloody.

you felt a lump form in your throat at the sight of him.

he looked so different from the strong, confident boyfriend you knew.

“jake!” you gasped, rushing to his side.

“oh my god, what happened to you?”

he didn’t say a word, he simply pushed past you in silence and headed straight for the bathroom.

you followed him, your heart aching at the sight of his battered and bruised body.

he turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face, wincing as the water stung his wounds.

“jakey, please let me help you,” you pleaded, reaching out to touch his arm.

he flinched away from your touch, his eyes dark with anger.

“i don’t want your fucking help,”

he growled, his voice rough and strained.

you recoiled at his tone, knowing that his tolerance was quite low at the moment, tears welling up in your eyes.

“but jake… you’re hurt,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“i just wanna take care of you.”

“do i have to spell it out for you to understand?just leave me alone!”

he snapped, his anger unleashing at once.

“i don’t need you fussing over me like i’m some kind of child!”

you took a step back, your heart breaking at his harsh words.

you knew he didn’t mean it, that his anger was just a mask for the pain he was feeling, but it still hurt you deeply.

you felt the tears start to spill over, unable to hold them back any longer.

jake’s eyes widened as he saw you fall apart, the realization of what he had just done hitting him like a ton of bricks.

his anger dissolved in an instant, replaced by a look of pure horror and disappointment in himself.

“oh god, i’m so sorry,” he choked out, his voice breaking.

“i didn’t mean to yell at you, baby. i would never... i would never intentionally speak to you that way. please, believe me.”

you could see the tears welling up in his eyes, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs with the frustration of himself.

your heart ached at the sight of him, so broken and vulnerable.

it wasn’t jake’s fault, you knew it.

it wasn’t like he could control his mental issues, so the best thing you could do was be there for him as he worked on himself.

without thinking, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as he sobbed into your shoulder.

“i know, jakey,” you whispered, your own tears contrasting with his.

“i know you would never wanna hurt me. it’s okay. it’s gonna be okay.”

he clung to you desperately, his body trembling with the force of his sobs.

you held him tightly, your fingers running through his hair in a soothing gesture.

you could feel the tension slowly leaving his body, replaced by a sense of relief and pure exhaustion.

“i’m so sorry,” he repeated, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

“i didn’t mean to snap at you. i’m just... i’m just so tired of myself.”

“i know,”

you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“it’s okay, jake. i’m here for you.”

you gently guided him to the couch, helping him sit down as you went to get the first aid kit.

he watched you with tear-filled eyes, his expression mixed with guilt and gratitude.

you could see how much he hated himself for losing control, for letting his anger get the better of him.

you sat down beside him, carefully cleaning his wounds and applying bandages where they were needed.

he winced occasionally, but didn’t utter a word of complaint.

the silence between you was heavy with unspoken emotions, but you knew that words weren’t necessary right now.

once you were done, you gently cupped his face in your hands, looking into his eyes as you caressed his cheeks softly.

“you’re not alone, jake,” you said softly.

“i’m here for you, no matter what. we’ll get through this together, you’re it for me.”

he nodded, his eyes glistening with tears.

“i don’t deserve you, baby” he whispered, his voice cracking.

“yes, you do,” you replied firmly with reassurance.

“you’re a good person, jake. you just need to let go of your anger and let yourself be vulnerable. it’s okay to ask for help.”

he closed his eyes, a single tear sliding down his cheek.

“i’ll try,” he murmured.

“for you, i’ll try.”

you smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“that’s all i’ll ever need.”

he pulled you into his arms, holding you close as if he was afraid you’d leave.

you could feel the steady beat of his heart against your chest, a comforting reminder that he was here, with you, in your arms.

the weight of the world seemed to lift off his shoulders as he held you, his breathing slowly evening out.

“i love you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“i love you too, jake,” you replied, your heart swelling with adoration and love.

“i always will.”

you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for the rest of the night, finding comfort in the warmth of your love.

the world outside may have been harsh and unforgiving, but in this moment, you knew that as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything.

© won4kiss 2024

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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝐿OVE 𝑊INS !

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 𝑟ich bf! 𝒴ang 𝑗ungwon x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre. angst &fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which meeting jungwon’s parents goes not very well ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1429. ‎⸝⸝ not edited, shamed for not being rich?? kissing. ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

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YOUR HIGHSCHOOL GRADUATION HAD BEEN A BITTERSWEET MILESTONE.

for years, you had spent countless hours studying hard, made special friends, and navigated through the ups and downs of the life of a teenage girl.

but the sweetest part of it all had been falling in love with yang jungwon.

despite growing up in opposite conditions and his status as the rich golden boy of the school, he had always treated everyone with kindness and respect.

he was charming, intelligent, kind and genuine, making it easy for you to fall head over heels in love for him. — more under cut !

the two of you had been classmates for years, and your relationship had blossomed naturally.

jungwon had been there for you through thick and thin, supporting you in ways that made you forget the fact that he had his whole entire life set up for him.

but now, with graduation behind you, the reality of your future loomed ahead, bringing challenges to your relationship.

you knew that meeting jungwon's parents was inevitable, especially now that his family expected him to take everything seriously.

they wanted to ensure he was on the right path, and that of course included approving of the person he was dating.

nervous but happy for this new step in your relationship, you agreed to meet them, hoping that your love for jungwon would be enough for them to ignore your upbringing.

the day had finally come, and you dressed in your best dress, eager to make a good impression.

jungwon picked you up in his expensive sportscar, another reminder of your different classes.

jungwon gave you a reassuring smile as you got in.

"don't worry, baby. they'll love you," he said, his voice full of confidence.

you nodded, trying your best to believe him, ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach.

when you arrived at his family's mansion, your anxiety only grew further. the whole property of their home was overwhelming, a shining contrast to your modest upbringing.

jungwon's parents, mr. and mrs. yang, greeted you with polite smiles, but you could sense the judgment in their eyes, anyone could.

dinner was served in a lavish, polished dining room.

it was awkward and silent, the clatter of the utensils filling the air.

after awkward ice breakers and small talk, it seems that they couldn’t hold their “curiosity” back any longer.

as the meal progressed, the conversation took a turn for the worse.

mr. yang started making condescending, disrespectful remarks about your family's financial situation, each comment more hurtful than the last.

"so, y/n, what do your parents do for a living?" he asked with a thinly masked sneer.

you swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure.

"my dad works as an office worker, and my mom is a nurse," you replied, feeling the weight of their scrutiny.

mrs. yang chimed in, her tone dripping with disdain.

"how quaint. it must be difficult for you and your family, living on such modest means."

you glanced at jungwon, searching his eyes for some support, but he sat there in silence, his eyes downcast.

your heart sank, feeling a mix of hurt and betrayal, did he not hear everything they had been saying to you?

the final blow came when mr. yang laughed and said, "well, it's a good thing our jungwon won't have to worry about money with you around. we wouldn't want him to downgrade his lifestyle, would we? especially for some high school relationship.."

you couldn’t hold it back anymore, tears welled up in your eyes, but you refused to let them see you cry. you stood up, your voice shaking with every word.

"thank you for dinner, but i think i should leave."

jungwon finally looked up, evident panic in his eyes.

"no- y/n, please don't go," he pleaded, but you shook your head.

"i'm sorry, jungwon. i just- can't do this," you said, your voice breaking as you looked at him, you didn’t recognize him anymore.

without another word, you left the mansion with the sense of hurt, heartbreak and humiliation trailing behind you.

the next few days were a blur of pain and confusion.

jungwon tried calling and texting you repeatedly, but you ignored every single message and call.

you couldn't bear to face him after what had happened. you stayed in your room, crying and replaying the dinner over and over in your mind.

you had never been so humiliated in your life, jungwon had completely left you to fend for yourself, not even uttering a word as they stripped your worth after every single minute.

it was currently midnight, you listened to music as your thoughts flowed around your brain, making it impossible to get a blink of sleep.

as you laid in bed, you heard a noise at your window. startled, you sat up and saw jungwon climbing through.

"jungwon? how did you- what are you doing here?" you asked, your voice sounding cold and distant, unfamiliar to jungwon.

he looked at you with desperation in his eyes.

"i’m sorry- i needed to see you, y/n. please, let me explain."

you crossed your arms, trying to maintain your composure.

"explain what jungwon? it’s fine, we’re from two different worlds. maybe we’re just not meant to be."

jungwon felt his heart break at every single word you muttered, is this how you felt when his parents picked at every single aspect of you? he thought.

jungwon took a deep breath, his eyes filled with tears.

"i know i should have defended you. i'm so sorry for not saying anything. i was scared, and i didn't know what to do, it’s no excuse but my whole life i’ve never stuck up to my parents- for you, i went home and confronted my parents.”

“i told them how much you mean to me, and how wrong they were to treat you that way, how i want to spend the rest of my life with you, and how no amount of money or anything we have could compare to you."

you felt a pang of pain mixed with a soft fluttering in your heart.

"and what did they say?"

jungwon's voice trembled as he continued.

"my dad... he didn't take it well, but i don't care.”

“i told him that our status means nothing to me if it means losing you. i hate my family for what they said to you. i hate that i was too scared to stand up for you in the moment. but i'm done being afraid, because i love you."

your heart broke at the sight of him, tears streaming down his face. you stepped closer, noticing a cut on his lip.

"wonnie, you're hurt," you whispered, reaching out to cup his face gently.

"what happened? did they do this?"

he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing.

"i got that cut from my dad after defending you. but it doesn't matter. you're what matters to me."

before you could say anything else, jungwon leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips trembling against yours.

the kiss was filled with emotion and vulnerability, a mixture of an apology, love, and desperation.

you kissed him back, the depth of his feelings reaching you.

when you finally pulled away, you looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and the pain in there.

"jungwon, i... i was so hurt when you didn't say anything. but seeing you here, knowing what you went through for me... it’ll take a while for me to completely forget about it but i can't stay mad at you."

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

"i love you, y/n. i'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, i’ll always stand up for you from now on. i promise."

you held him tightly, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

"i love you too, jungwon. we'll get through this together, don’t carry this alone anymore."

he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his eyes filled with adoration. "i promise i won’t, no matter what. you're my everything."

you looked up at him, your heart swelling with love. "and you're mine."

as the stars twinkled in the night sky, the moonlight reflecting onto the two of you, you knew that everything would be just fine.

there would be challenges ahead of you two, but with jungwon’s promises and his presence by your side, you felt ready to face them all.

and as you shared a sweet, lingering kiss under the moonlight, you knew that no matter what obstacles came your way, your love would always win.

© won4kiss 2024

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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝐼N 𝑀Y 𝐷𝑅𝐸AM𝑆

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 popular jock! park sunghoon x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre. angst &fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which sunghoon has a crush on you ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1292 ‎⸝⸝ not edited, pet names cursing kissing skin ship . ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

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YOU WERE SAT AT YOUR USUAL SPOT IN THE LIBRARY, SURROUNDED BY TEXTBOOKS AND NOTES, COMPLETELY ENGROSSED IN YOUR STUDIES.

the world of high school drama and popularity contests seemed miles away out of focus at this very moment.

you were content in your own world, focusing on your academics and aiming for a bright future.

that all changed one fateful night when your friends managed to drag you to one of your university’s famous basketball games.

the gymnasium was packed with students, all dressed in your schools representative colours, their cheers echoing off the walls as the school's star player, park sunghoon, dominated the court.

he was the epitome of popularity; tall, athletic, undeniably hot and effortlessly charming. — more under cut !

while your friends screamed and cheered for sunghoon, you remained unimpressed.

you weren’t very fond of the athletes attending your university, yes you know how attractive they are, and how they dominate the other universities, but what makes you despise them is how they get to use their athletics as an excuse to not perform well in their academics.

you, on the other hand have dedicated all your free time just to see that “a+” on your paper while they get their future handed to them for free.

instead, you observed the game with a detached interest, not caring much about the excitement that gripped the crowd.

when sunghoon once again scored another point, the gym erupted in an applause and cheers of victory, but you simply rolled your eyes.

sunghoon, in the middle of his victory celebration, scanned the crowd and that’s when his gaze landed on you.

his eyes widened slightly when he saw you roll your eyes at the cheers.

intrigued by your indifference, he winked at you, expecting a typical blush or a giggle.

instead, to his surprise you met his gaze and rolled your eyes once again, turning away.

sunghoon was beyond shocked and, for the first time, genuinely intrigued.

after the game had finally ended, as you gathered your things to leave, sunghoon approached you.

"hey, can i get your number? you're really cute,"

he questioned with a confident smile as you held back a scoff.

you looked at him, unimpressed as you sighed.

“do you even know my name, park sunghoon?” you meekly continued as he awkwardly rubbed the nape of his neck.

“no, but i’d love to learn it..?”

"yeah- no, thanks," you replied curtly, brushing past him.

unfortunately, to your dismay, this definitely wasn’t the last of park sunghoon disrupting your everyday daily life.

this became a routine over the next few months. sunghoon would find you between classes, breaks or in the library, attempting to charm you over and over again with his smooth talk and winning grin.

each and every single time, you rejected him without hesitation, not taking his advances seriously.

despite his persistence, you remained firm, convinced he was just another shallow jock who loved the chase more than the actual person.

one evening, as you were walking back to your campus dorms after a late study session, stressed out of your mind, sunghoon caught up with you.

"hey, my princess, wait up!" he called, jogging to your side.

"what is it this time, sunghoon?" you asked, exasperated and completely burnt out.

"i really like you. i want to take you out," he said, his voice sincere and soft, but you were not having it.

the thought of him chasing after you for the thrill had angered you even more, he thought uttering a few kind words to you would really make you believe he wasn’t the same as all the other campus playboys!

you scoffed. "real funny, sunghoon. you say that, but i don't believe you. you're just a stupid jock who likes the thrill of the chase."

sunghoon's expression hardened, and for the first time in these past few months, you saw genuine hurt in his eyes.

"you think i'm just a stupid jock?" he repeated, his voice trembling with frustration.

"i have feelings too, you know? i genuinely like you. i like the way you always focus so intensely when you study, the way your eyebrows furrow everytime i confess to you, the way you roll your eyes at me, and even how you always reject me.”

“i know i’m not perfect, but i really like you, y/n.”

“maybe in my dreams, you'll like me back one day too." he muttered.

with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there in shock.

his words echoed in your mind, and for the first time, you felt a pang of guilt.

the next few days were unsettling for you.

after months of having sunghoon follow you as if he were lost puppy, he completely disappeared from your daily routine.

sunghoon was nowhere to be seen, you searched for him as you passed the gymnasium, and even went out of your way and took longer routes just to pass his class, and you couldn't help but feel a strange ache in your chest.

the school felt different without his constant presence and playful attempts to win your hearts affection.

sucking up your pride, you approached his jock friends, concern evident in your voice.

"where's sunghoon? is he okay?"

they exchanged glances before one of them, jake sim replied,

"he's been feeling 'sick' lately."

the way he said it, mixed with the look he gave you, told you it was more than just a physical illness.

worried even more out of your mind, you decided to skip your classes and head to his dorm.

you hesitantly knocked on the door, asking yourself if you were really doing this.

it took a moment before sunghoon opened it. he looked like a mess—dark eye bags, a scratched up face, and disheveled hair.

without a word, you stepped forward and hugged him tightly, tears streaming down your face at the sight of him.

"i'm so sorry, sunghoon. i didn't realize how much i hurt you. i just... i didn't think you were serious. but it felt so weird without you these past few days. i've gotten used to you being around, and i missed you."

“i thought my life would go back to normal without you, but you became apart of my normal..i need you, hoon.”

sunghoon's arms slowly wrapped around you, getting over the initial shock and he smiled softly, grinning down at you.

"i missed you too," he whispered as he pulled back slightly to look at you.

"so, does this mean you'll take me seriously now?"

you nodded, tears still in your eyes.

"yes. i promise!"

you two continued staring into the gaze of each others eyes, sunghoon sighed caressing your cheek.

“can i kiss you? i mean- sorry that was weird, you could say no-“

“just kiss me, dumbass.”

and with that, he leaned in and kissed you softly, a gentle, soft and reassuring kiss that made your heart pound in your chest.

when you pulled back, you asked,

"have you been locked away because of me?"

he chuckled, shaking his head.

"i just had a week off and decided to give you space so i stayed up late gaming. my friends tricked you, they sent me a message after you asked about me."

you looked at him with disbelief before you both laughed, the tension finally easing away.

sunghoon held you close, his smile shining brighter than ever, leaving you in awe.

"i'm glad you came to find me."

he whispered, completely love struck.

"i'm glad too," you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder.

it was a sweet, unexpected ending to what had started as an unlikely relationship, and as you stood there wrapped in his arms, you knew you were ready to let down your walls and let park sunghoon devour you whole.

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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇𝐿OVE 𝐼S 𝐻𝐴RD 𝐹𝑂R 𝑅𝐼KI-𝐾UN !

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 shy bf! 𝑛ishimura riki x 𝑓! reader. 𝒢enre fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which your boyfriend’s way too shy ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 777⸝⸝ not edited, kissing ⸝⸝ stream romance: untold ! ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

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YOU HAVE KNOWN NISHIMURA RIKI FOR AS LONG AS YOU COULD POSSIBLY REMEMBER.

from building sandcastles in the park to having sleepovers every weekend, your childhood was a tapestry of memories knit together with laughter, trust, the two of you were basically bonded for life.

it felt only natural when the both of you had realized the feelings of friendship had evolved into something deeper.

the transition from friends to lovers had been seamless and easy — or so you thought.

the first few weeks of dating were like your dreams come true.

every touch felt electric, every glance filled with unspoken words, you felt like the princesses you read about in your fairytale books and riki was your prince charming. — more under cut !

but recently, riki's behavior had changed.

he slowly became more disconnected with you, distant. his once bright eyes now clouded with something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

the texts that once buzzed your phone constantly had disappeared into thin air, and riki’s his usual warmth and radiant energy was replaced with a chilly indifference.

the anxiousness gnawed at you, each passing day a reminder of the growing distance between you two.

you replayed every interaction in your mind, searching for a clue, a reason for his changed behaviour.

one evening, as you laid on your bed, deep in your thoughts as you stared at the ceiling, you made a decision. you needed answers.

the next day, you met riki at your usual spot, a quiet park bench tucked away from the loud streets and protected from the world.

he arrived, hands shoved deep into his pockets, eyes avoiding yours. the sight of him, so close yet so far, made your heart even more jittery.

"riki, i think we need to talk," you said, voice trembling slightly with nervousness.

he looked at you then, surprise flickering across his face before he quickly masked it with that same look that was irking you for a while.

"sure, what’s up?"

taking a deep breath, you steadied yourself.

"do you...do you have romantic feelings for me still? it’s okay if not… i don’t want to force you to stay in a relationship you don’t want."

his reaction was immediate and telling. his eyes widened, and a flush crept up his neck to his cheeks. he stuttered, mouth opening and closing as if he was searching for the right words.

"w-what? y/n, why would you even ask that?"

"i don’t know riki, maybe because you've been acting so distant!"

you replied, voice cracking with all your masked emotions building up over the past few weeks.

"it's like you're not even here with me anymore, i miss my old riki."

riki's eyes wandered around, looking at everything but you, panic evident in his gaze.

he ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit you knew all too well.

"i... i didn't mean to make you feel that way."

"then why? why are you pulling away from me?" you pleaded, tears of anger pooling up in your glossy eyes.

before you could process what was happening, riki closed the distance between you in one swift motion.

his hands cupped your face, and his lips crashed onto yours with an urgency that took your breath away.

the kiss was filled with intense, unspoken words filled with a desperate need that left you dizzy.

when he finally pulled back, you were left gasping for air, absolutely speechless and your heart pounding in your chest.

"does that answer your question?" he whispered, eyes wide with vulnerability.

you blinked, still reeling from the kiss.

"riki, i—"

but before you could finish, he stepped back, the flush on his cheeks deepening, his ears and neck turning the same shade.

"i-i have to go," he stammered, turning on his heel and practically running away from you.

you stood there, stunned and breathless, watching him retreat as you held back a giggle threatening to spill out.

the kiss had been passionate, over pouring with love but also overwhelming, it left you with more questions than answers.

why was love so hard for riki-kun?

© won4kiss 2024

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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝑀𝑂𝑂𝐷 𝑆𝑊𝐼𝑁G𝑆 !

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bf! 𝑛ishimura riki x 𝑓! reader. 𝒢enre fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which riki takes care of you on your period ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1102 ⸝⸝ not edited, kissing, cramps, food, pet names, y/n being cranky ! requested ⸝⸝ ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

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YOU STIRRED AWAKE WITH A KNOWING DEEP SENSE OF DREAD.

the familiar, unwelcome ache in your abdomen signalled the start of a tough day.

as you rolled over in bed, clutching your stomach, you realize your period has arrived with a painful vengeance.

the cramps are more intense than usual, and the deadly mood swings are already making their presence known.

riki, your playful and loving boyfriend, was already up and about.

he poked his head into the bedroom with a bright grin, clearly in a great mood, not mixing well with your own. — more under cut !

"morning, sleepyhead! want some breakfast?"

his cheerfulness is usually contagious, but today, it grates on your nerves harshly.

you mustered up a weak smile and shook your head.

"no, ki. not today, sorry."

he pouts, but you can see the mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes.

"oh, come on. you need to eat something. how about pancakes? or waffles- i could even make some-"

"did you hear not hear me? i said no, riki,"

you snap, a bit harsher than intended. the pain and frustration coursing through your body getting the better of you.

riki's smile faltered.

"okay, okay, no need to bite my head off,"

he mutters, looking hurt. he turns away, muttering something under his breath.

the guilt of your actions hits you instantly, but the pain is relentless.

you grab your pain relievers from the bedside table and swallow a couple, hoping they'll kick in soon.

as you lie back down, you hear riki moving around in the living room, but you can't bring yourself to get up and apologize.

minutes pass, then an hour. the cramps show no sign of letting up, and the painkillers seem to be doing little to no help.

you hear riki's footsteps approaching again, and he peeks into the room, this time with a more grim expression.

"do you need anything?" he asks, his voice gentle and soft.

"just some peace and quiet," you mumble, turning away from him.

you couldn’t bear to look at him, knowing quite well you've hurt his feelings.

he doesn't say anything, just closes the door softly behind him.

you felt a pang of guilt again, but you're too exhausted to do anything about it.

you told yourself you’d apologize the next time he makes his way into the room, with a grin making its way onto your features thinking about your boyfriend.

you close your eyes, hoping to drift off to sleep and escape the pain for a little while.

suddenly, you hear the front door open and close.

you sat up, alarmed. did riki just leave? panic sat in quickly.

what if he left because you snapped at him?

the thought made your eyes well up with tears. you didn't mean to be so harsh; it was just the pain talking.

you curled up on the bed, hugging your knees to your chest, and let the tears flow.

you feel utterly miserable, both physically and emotionally. the cramps are bad, but the thought of riki being upset with you is even worse.

time passes slowly, each minute dragging on like an eternity. you hear the front door open again, and a wave of relief washes over you.

riki's back. but you're still crying, and you don't want him to see you like this.

the bedroom door creaks open, and riki steps in, carrying a large shopping bag. he freezes when he sees you crying, his face softening immediately.

"hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asks, rushing to your side worriedly.

"i... i thought you left because i snapped at you," you choke out between sobs.

riki looks at you with a mixture of confusion and concern.

"why would you think that? i just went to get something."

you look at him, your eyes red and puffy, making his heart break.

"because i was so mean to you, and then you just left."

he places the bag on the floor and sits beside you on the bed, pulling you into his arms gently.

"oh, baby, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to make you feel that way." he gently strokes your hair, his touch soothing.

"you didn't," you whisper, sniffling.

"it's just... everything hurts, and i feel so bad for snapping at you."

he pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes.

"it's okay. i know you're in pain. i should have been more understanding."

he kisses your forehead, then reaches for the bag.

"i went to get you some things to make you feel better."

curiosity piqued, you peek into the bag as he pulls out various items.

there are your favorite pads, a selection of chocolates, a cute teddy bear, and a huge selection of your very own comfort foods.

your heart swelled with gratitude and love.

"ki, you didn't have to do all this," you say, your voice trembling, all a sudden feeling incredibly emotional.

he smiles softly.

"i wanted to. i hate seeing you in pain. i’d do anything to make you feel better."

you throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"thank you. you're amazing."

he giggles, that familiar playful spark returning to his eyes.

"anything for my girl."

he kisses you again, this time on the lips, a sweet, lingering kiss that makes you forget about the pain for a moment.

for the rest of the day, riki stayed by your side, pampering you with affection and care.

he heats up a warm towel for your stomach, brings you snacks, and even puts on your favorite movies.

when the pain becomes too much, he holds you close, whispering soothing words and rubbing your back.

as the evening goes on, the pain starts to dull, and you feel a sense of comfort and peace.

riki's presence, his love and care, make all the difference.

you cuddle up to him on the couch, the teddy bear clutched in your arms, feeling safe and loved.

"thank you, riki," you murmur, your head resting on his shoulder.

he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer.

"no need to thank me. i love you, and i'll always be here for you, no matter what."

“plus.. who else would deal with your mood swings?”

you smile at his words, finally feeling the day end as you close your eyes, snuggling into his warmth.

despite the rough beginning, the day has turned into one filled with love and tenderness, all thanks to riki.

and as you drift off to sleep, you know that no matter how bad things get, you'll always have riki to depend on.

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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇𝑀𝐴GN𝐸𝑇IC

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bad boy! 𝑙ee heeseung x 𝑓! reader. 𝒢enre fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which one single detention session with lee heeseung changes everything ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 873 ⸝⸝ not edited, kissing, skinship ⸝⸝ ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

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GROWING UP, YOU HAD ALWAYS BEEN THE GOLDEN GIRL. — completely on the top of your all your classes, effortlessly charming, and admired by everyone at school.

heeseung, on the other hand, was the bad influence type boy with a magnetic allure that drew whispers and gazes wherever he went, even having his own fan club.

your paths had rarely crossed throughout all of high school until that fateful afternoon when you found yourself in the same detention room, sentenced to spend an hour together.

the moment you saw lee heeseung in the room, you knew it was going to be one long hour for you. — more under cut !

heeseung leaned against the wall, his expression unreadable as he watched you cautiously take a seat across from him.

"no way— if it isn’t our little golden girl, y/n!" he drawled, breaking the silence with a smirk.

"what trouble did you get yourself into, walking into class two seconds late?"

you shot him a playful glare, feeling a rush of adrenaline at his sudden proximity.

"maybe i just wanted to see what the bad boy was up to,"

you countered, with the boldness of your words, even surprising yourself as you muttered the words out.

his smirk widened into a grin, somehow resembling a cheshire cat as his eyes sparkled with amusement.

"curiosity killed the cat, you know."

but despite his teasing demeanor, there was a flicker of something in his eyes when he let out that genuine smile — a vulnerability that made your heart skip a beat.

and a smile you’re sure you haven’t seen in your four years of attending school together.

as the minutes passed, you surprisingly found yourselves sharing funny stories, telling jokes, and learning unexpected common ground about each other.

you quickly realized after that hour with lee heeseung, he wasn't just the bad boy; he was witty, perceptive, knee-slapping hilarious and somehow very kind beneath his tough exterior.

when the bell signaling the end of detention finally rang, you both hesitated, reluctant to part ways after bonding so well, you both felt a connection you just couldn’t ignore.

"same time tomorrow?" heeseung asked nervously, a hint of hope painting his tone.

you nodded, unable to suppress the smile that spread across your face.

"well, why not? but only if you promise to behave not to get into too much trouble before then."

heeseung chuckled, a deep, magical sound that sent shivers down your spine.

"deal."

over the following days, your secret meetings in detention became the highlight of your everyday routine.

you laughed together, quarrelled over dumb things, and slowly unraveled the layers of each other's personalities.

the golden girl and the bad boy— total opposites yet you two couldn’t possibly deny that you drawn to each other like magnets.

on a rainy afternoon, as you sat together in comfortable silence, heeseung turned to you with a deep look in his eyes that made your breath twitch.

"you know," he began softly,

"i used to think being the local delinquent was my only role in this world. but then i met you, and suddenly, everything feels… different."

your heart raced, literally feeling it pump in your chest as his words hung in the air, charged with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

without thinking, you reached out and intertwined your fingers with his, feeling the electric warmth of his touch against your skin.

heeseung's gaze softened at the sight as he let out a soft smile, his thumb gently tracing circles on the back of your hand.

"i don't want to be the bad boy anymore,"

he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"not if it means i can't be with you."

in that very moment, the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you and the strong intensity of your connection.

with a surge of courage and impulse, you leaned in, cupping his cheeks gently and pressed your lips to his, almost feeling like a silent confession, a promise.

heeseung responded eagerly, his kiss gentle yet filled with a passion that ignited a fire within you.

time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in each other, the feeling of your body’s pressed together and souls intertwined.

the weight of unspoken words and shared feelings finally making its way out in the sweetness of your embrace.

when you finally pull apart, breathless and cheeks flushed pink, heeseung leans in once again and smiles against your lips.

a smile that signified and spoke of newfound possibilities and a future together filled with sweet moments like this.

"i think i'm done being the bad boy," he murmured, his voice tinged with a certain softness and wonder.

“really?” you asked with a hint of amusement on your face.

"mmh, because with you, i’ve finally found something worth being good for."

you let out a soft grin as you leaned into his embrace once again, the rain tapping softly against the windows, the rain blocking out your intimacy and vulnerability you could only share with each other out from the rest of the world.

you knew that this— whatever it was between you, was just the beginning of a love story written in whispers and stolen kisses.

© won4kiss 2024

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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝑉OW𝐸𝐷 𝑇𝑂 𝐵𝐸 YO𝑈𝑅𝑆 !

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 husband! park sunghoon x 𝑓! reader. 𝒢enre fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which you’re finally marrying the love of your life ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 825 ⸝⸝ not edited, kissing ⸝⸝ inspired by this song ! ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

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THE MORNING SUN SHINED THROUGH THE LACE CURTAINS, CASTING A SOFT GOLDEN GLOW ACROSS THE ROOM.

today is the day, the supposed happiest day of your life.

the day you marry park sunghoon, the love of your life.

your heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nerves as you took a deep breath, trying your absolute best to steady yourself for the moments ahead.

the room buzzed with quiet and excitement filled chatter. friends and family moved in and out, offering words of encouragement and love.

you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror—your reflection radiates happiness, a glow that seems to come from within, which anybody could probably see even miles away. — more under cut !

the delicate lace of your dress hugs your form perfectly, the intricate details a sign to the love and care that went into every stitch.

outside, the world is waking up to a perfect summer day.

the garden where the ceremony is to take place is adorned with flowers in full bloom, their vibrant colors a pleasing sight for the eyes.

the air is filled with the sweet scent of roses and lilies, mixing with the soft notes of the music playing in the background.

it’s a scene straight out of a fairytale, and you can hardly believe it’s real.

as you made your way to the garden, you catch the sight of sunghoon standing at the altar.

he looked breathtakingly handsome in his suit, his usual cool, laid back demeanor softened by the pure and vulnerable emotion in his eyes.

he turns as you approach, and the look on his face takes your breath away.

his eyes shine with a mix of love and awe, completely starstruck as if he’s seeing you for the first time.

the world seems to fade away as you walk down the aisle, your gaze locked with sunghoon’s.

the people around you seemed to fade away with each step you grew closer to sunghoon.

every step brings you closer to him, the distance between you shrinking with each heartbeat.

the music softly played in the background, the melody of “forever young” playing softly, a reminder of the timeless love you share, a reminder of each and every moment from your love story bringing you to this day.

when you finally reach him, he takes your hand, his touch warm and reassuring.

his eyes search yours, a silent promise passing between you.

this is the moment you’ve both dreamed of, the beginning of a forever together.

the officiant begins to speak, but their words are a blur.

all you can focus on is sunghoon, your sunghoon, your soon to be husband in a few seconds.

the way his thumb gently strokes the back of your hand, the warmth of his presence grounding you in this surreal moment.

you exchanged vows, your voices steady despite the tears that threatened to fall.

each word taking you back to the journey you’ve taken together, the love that has grown stronger with each passing day.

“i promise to love you, to cherish you, to stand by your side through every joy and every challenge,”

sunghoon says, his voice filled with emotion.

“you are my everything, and i vow to be yours forever.”

your heart swells with love as you repeat your vows, your voice trembling with the weight of the promises you’re making.

“i promise to love you, to support you, to be your partner in every adventure,”

you say, your eyes locked with his.

“you are my heart, my soul, my forever.”

when the officiant finally announces you as married, the world seems to burst into color.

sunghoon leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that seals your vows, a kiss that speaks of all the love and dreams you’ve shared.

the cheers of your loved ones fill the air, but all you can focus on is the feeling of sunghoon’s lips on yours, the taste of forever.

the reception is a blur of laughter, pure joy, happiness, and celebration.

you and sunghoon move through the crowd, greeting your guests and sharing in the celebration.

the dance floor thrives, and you find yourselves swaying to the soft music playing in the background, your bodies moving in perfect harmony.

in this moment, everything feels perfect.

sunghoon’s arms wrapped around you, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers sweet words to you, love radiating off of him, the stars beginning to twinkle in the twilight sky—it’s a dream come true.

“i can’t believe we’re finally here,” you whisper, looking up at him.

he smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “it feels like a dream,” he says.

“but it’s our reality. our forever.”

as you dance under the stars, the world fades away, leaving just the two of you in your perfect moment.

the melody plays on, a reminder in the back of your head of the love that will keep you forever young, forever in love.

© won4kiss 2024

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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝑌𝐾𝑊𝐼𝑀 ?

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 class president! 𝒴ang 𝑗ungwon x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre. angst &fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which you find comfort in the golden boy ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1225. ‎⸝⸝ not proofread skinship fake friends kissing. ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

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THE HALLWAYS OF YOUR HIGHSCHOOL BUZZED WITH THE USUAL MORNING CHAOS.

students chatter excitedly, lockers slam shut, linked arms passing by, and teachers attempt to lead their classes.

you keep your head down, clutching your books to your chest as you navigated through the crowd.

as usual, you stuck close to your small group of trusted friends, though even with them, you often felt invisible.

you glance over to where yang jungwon, the handsome class president, is laughing with his friends.

he’s everything you’re not; confident, outgoing, loved and always surrounded by people. — more under cut !

you quickly look away, feeling a pang of envy mixed with admiration for the boy.

you can’t imagine someone like him would ever understand what it’s like to be you, quiet, shy, invisible and overlooked.

the day drags on, and by lunchtime, your spirits have now reached a new all-time low.

your friends have once again made plans that didn’t include you, leaving you to eat alone.

you find a quiet corner of the school, a small, dusty, rarely-used janitor's closet, and slipped inside.

as soon as the door closed shut, hiding you away from the rest of the school, you let the tears you've been holding back all morning flow freely.

lost in your shaky sobs and sorrow, you don't hear the door creak open.

"hey..are you okay?" a familiar voice asks, startling you.

you look up to see yang jungwon standing there, concern etched on his face.

you quickly wiped your tears in embarrassment, trying to compose yourself.

"i... i'm fine," you stammer, but the crack in your voice betrays you.

jungwon steps inside, closing the door behind him.

"you're clearly not fine, y/n. should i go get your friends?—"

panic surged through you at the thought of them seeing you like this, weak and vulnerable.

without thinking, you grab his arm and pull him further into the closet just as you hear the voices of your friends passing by, but not without hearing their next words.

“god- y/n’s so weird now, thank god we escaped before she could find us!”

“i know, i regret letting her become friends with us!”

“all she does is make the mood boring…”

that was your last straw, you pressed your face into his chest, shaking uncontrollably as you sob.

surprised but gentle, jungwon wraps his arms around you, offering silent comfort.

"what's wrong with them? aren’t they your best friends?" he asks softly, his voice soothing.

through your tears, you managed to explain.

"i'm always the one left out. they don't seem to like me anymore. i try so hard to fit in, but it feels like i don't matter to them."

jungwon's arms tighten around you protectively, feeling the need to protect you as anger coursed through his veins.

"that's not right," he says with a pout, anger simmering in his voice.

"you deserve better than that."

you sniffle, looking up at him with your red, glassy eyes.

"but i don't know what to do. i don't want to be alone ever again, you don’t know what its like.."

jungwon tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"you don't need them, and you’re not alone" he says firmly.

"you could hang out with me and my friends. we’d love to have you."

a feeling of hope and disbelief welled up inside you.

"really? are you sure.. people don’t seem to like me, and i don’t wanna be a bother."

"really, i like you.. and you’d never be a bother"

jungwon confirmed with red flushed ears, a small smile playing on his lips.

"i've admired you from afar for a long time. i’ve wanted to approach you for a while, you're kind, smart, funny and stronger than you think, you just need to believe in yourself."

his words touch something deep within you, and for the first time in a long while, you feel a glimmer of confidence and self love.

"thank you, jungwon."

from that day forward, your life had begun to change. true to his word, jungwon introduces you to his friends, who welcome you with open arms.

they’re a lively, supportive group, and though it takes time, you slowly begin to open up to them.

jungwon is always by your side, encouraging you and making sure you never feel left out.

he becomes your closest confidant, and as weeks turn into months, your feelings for him deepen.

you laugh more, talk more, and gradually, the shy girl who once hid in the shadows had began to shine.

one summer afternoon, jungwon invites you for a walk in the park.

the sun had began to set, the sky fading into an orange-pink tone, and the air is filled with the scent of freshly cut grass and flowers.

as you walk together side by side, your hands brush, and he takes hold of yours, intertwining your fingers.

"i've been meaning to tell you something,"

jungwon says, stopping to look at you. his eyes are filled with a mixture of anxiousness and vulnerability.

"i really like you. i've liked you for a long time."

your heart races, and you feel a warmth spread through you.

"i like you too, jungwon," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper.

he smiles, a look of pure happiness and adoration on his face, and gently pulls you into his arms.

"will you be my girlfriend?"

he asks, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, his breath warm against your cheek.

"yes," you breathe, feeling a sense of joy and completeness you’ve never known.

and finally, jungwon places his lips on yours, it was like fireworks had gone off in your stomach, the kiss was gentle and soft as you wrapped your arms around jungwon’s neck, pulling him even closer. it was even better than the kisses you had read about in your books.

it was perfect.

as the months pass, your relationship with jungwon blossoms even more.

he continues to be your rock, always there to support and uplift you.

he’s there for you on your bad days too, the days where you feel invisible and helpless once again, and he is sure to always be there to remind you that you’re anything but invisible.

you grow closer to his friends, who become like a second family.

they understand you, they accept you, and they for sure love you just as much as you love them.

the pain of your past fades away, replaced by the warmth of genuine connections and the love you share with jungwon.

as you’re cuddled up together with jungwon on his couch, wrapped in a cozy soft blanket, he looks at you with a tenderness that takes your breath away.

"you know," he says softly,

"i'm so proud of you. you've come so far."

you smile, leaning into him. "i couldn't have done it without you, wonnie."

jungwon presses a kiss to your forehead as he let out a soft grin.

"we make a pretty good team, don’t we?"

you nod, feeling the truth of his words deep in your heart. together, you faced the challenges deep within you, found strength in each other, and created a beautiful, happy ending.

and as you drift off to sleep in his arms, you know that with jungwon by your side, you’ll never be alone again.

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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝐽𝐸𝐴𝐿𝑂𝑈𝑆

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YOU HAD ALWAYS BEEN CLOSE WITH RIKI, THE YOUNGEST MEMBER OF YOUR BOYFRIENDS FRIEND GROUP.

his playful nature and youthful energy made him feel like the little brother you never had.

you enjoyed spending time with him, whether it was sharing inside jokes, playing video games, playing baseball together when jake was too tired, or even helping him with dance practice.

it was a sibling-like bond that brought you joy and comfort.

however, sunoo had been acting strangely lately. he seemed distant, often watching you and riki with an unreadable expression painted on his face.

one evening, after you had spent the day hanging out with riki, sunoo had finally reached his limit. — more under cut !

you found him sitting on the balcony, the cool night air ruffling his bright hair.

the stars twinkled above the two of you, but you could cut the tension in the air with a knife.

you took a deep breath and approached him, sensing that something was wrong.

"sunoo, can we talk?" you asked gently, taking a seat beside him.

he turned to you, his eyes filled with mixed feelings of hurt and irritation.

"do you really like spending time with riki that much?" he suddenly asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

the question caught you off guard, blinking twice in confusion.

"what do you mean?"

sunoo looked away, staring at the lit up moon.

"it just feels like... like you prefer being with him over me. i see how much fun you have together, and it makes me wonder if— if you even need me around."

your heart ached at his words, leaving a big pout on your face.

you reached out, placing a hand on his arm.

"baby, no, it's not like that at all. you got it all wrong!"

he finally looked at you with his visibly hurt expression, his eyes searching yours for reassurance.

"then what is it? why do you spend so much time with him?"

you took a deep breath, wanting to choose your words carefully.

"riki reminds me of the little brother i never had growing up. i love spending time with him because he brings out a side of me that i never got to experience. it's like having a sibling i can care for and have fun with."

sunoo's expression softened, and he seemed to relax his tense figure a little.

"wait— so, it's not because... you like him more than me?"

you shook your head, squeezing his arm gently.

"not at all. my bond with riki is different. it's special in its own way, but it doesn't compare to what i have with you. you're the one i love, sunoo. i cherish every single moment we have together."

he sighed, his shoulders dropping as the tension left his body.

"i'm sorry for feeling this way. i guess i just got insecure. i should have trusted you."

you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

"it's okay to feel that way sometimes. i'm glad you told me. we should always talk about how we feel."

sunoo let out a soft giggle, the sound warming up your heart at the hint of his usual brightness returning.

"thank you for understanding. and for being honest with me."

you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of peace settle between the two of you.

"always. i love you, sunoo."

"i love you too, so much." he whispered.

the rest of the night consisted of being wrapped in sunoo’s arms holding you as you both watched the stars twinkle in the night sky, no problems in this very moment.

everything was going to be just fine.

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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ 𝑅𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇 𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐿𝐸𝐹𝑇 𝑀𝐸

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YOU REMEMBER THE DAY YOU MARRIED SUNGHOON AS IF IT WERE YESTERDAY.

the details remain vivid, etched in the fabric of your memory like an old, worn photograph.

the way the sun peeked its way in through the stained glass windows of the small chapel, casting rainbow hues across the guests.

his smile, brighter than any light, his eyes holding a promise of forever.

forever.

how naive you were to believe in such a concept, to think that love could somehow outlast the ways of life.

you stand in your shared bedroom, now eerily quiet, the echoes of his laughter still lingering in the corners. — more under cut !

the room is untouched, preserved in time, much like your heart.

you haven’t moved anything since that day. his clothes still hang in the closet, his scent faint but undeniably there, clinging to the fabric.

it was supposed to be a day filled with joy, but it ended in the cruelest twist of fate.

you were on your way to the reception when the accident happened. a drunk driver, they said.

it’s funny really, how one moment could change the forever that was in store for you.

his life was stolen from you in an instant, leaving you shattered and broken, right where you stood.

you’ve replayed the moment in your mind countless times, the sound of screeching tires, the sudden, sickening crunch of metal against metal.

the world turned to chaos around the two of you, but all you could focus on was sunghoon, his hand slipping from yours, the light in his eyes fading.

the hospital room was cold, sterile. you held his hand, refusing to let go even as the machines around you beeped in a heart-wrenching symphony.

he tried to speak, his voice barely a whisper, but you shushed him, tears streaming down your face.

he didn’t need to say anything. you knew. you always knew.

“i love you,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

“i love you so much,” he managed to whisper with a gut-wrenching smile, his grip on your hand weakening. and then, he was gone.

the days and weeks that followed blurred into a haze of sorrow and pain.

people came and went, offering condolences, their words hollow and meaningless to you.

every single one of their words felt like salt to an open wound.

you were stuck in that moment, frozen and unable to move forward.

you stopped going outside, stopped answering calls. the world continued to spin, but you were frozen in place, right where he left you.

you found solace in your memories, an escape from reality, replaying the moments you shared, the love that once felt infinite and indestructible.

your home became a place full of memories, the two of you had expected to make new ones, not to be left with them.

every object was a relic of a life that could have been. his favorite mug sits on the kitchen counter, a half-read book on the nightstand, his jacket draped over the chair.

you can’t bring yourself to touch them, to disturb the delicate balance of the past and present.

nights are the hardest. the bed feels cold and empty without him.

you curl up on his side, clutching his pillow, seeking comfort in the lingering scent of him.

you talk to him, as if he’s still there, telling him about your day, about how much you miss him.

sometimes, you swear you can hear his voice, a soft whisper in the dark, reassuring you that he’s still with you, somehow.

you visit his grave everyday, bringing fresh flowers and sitting beside him, talking about everything and nothing, basking in the silence.

the world moves on around you, but you remain anchored in that place, in that moment.

one day, as you sit by his grave, a light breeze rustles the leaves, carrying with it a sense of calm.

you close your eyes, letting the wind wrap around you like a comforting embrace.

“i’m right here, hoon.” you whisper, tears streaming down your face.

“right where you left me.”

and for a moment, just a moment, you feel him beside you, his presence as real as the ground beneath you.

it’s enough to keep you going, to remind you that love, in its truest form, never really leaves.

you’ll be okay, you tell yourself, because even though he’s gone, a part of him will always be with you, right where you left him.

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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ SITUATIONSHIP TEXTS W/ SUNGHOON

. ݁ ✦ ݁ ୨ৎ 𝓦ARNING(S) bipolar toxic sunghoon ⸝⸝ cursing ⸝⸝ kisses

⎯ 𝓟AIRINGS 𐙚ㅤㅤ non-idol situationship! 𝓅ark 𝓈unghoon x 𝑓! reader

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ LUNA NOTES 𓂃ㅤ୧ it’s my first time doing a smau like this so i apologize if it looks messy !! ☹️ also pls ignore the time stamps, i got lazy </3 ! . . 𝓁ibrar𝓎 — part 2 !

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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ BOYFRIEND TEXTS W/ JAKE

. ݁ ✦ ݁ ୨ৎ 𝓦ARNING(S) jake being cute ⸝⸝ cursing ⸝⸝ kiss mentioned !

⎯ 𝓟AIRINGS 𐙚ㅤㅤ downbad bf! 𝒿ake 𝓈im x 𝑓! reader

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ LUNA NOTES 𓂃ㅤ୧ my formal written apology for the sunghoon angst recently:( removed the 10 months ending fairy pic bc apparently it makes him uncomfy!! i didn’t know, i’m srry !! T-T . . 𝓁ibrar𝓎

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ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 𝑆treamer bf! 𝒿ake 𝓈im x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre. angst 𝓢ynopsis. in which your boyfriend has been neglecting you for his streams ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1152 ‎⸝⸝ not proof read pet names cursing kissing ୭ৎ requested — 𝓁ibrar𝓎 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

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THE DIM GLOW FROM THE COMPUTER SCREEN SPILT INTO THE LIVING ROOM, CASTING A SOFT LIGHT ON THE DARK SPACE.

you sat on the edge of the couch, blinking harshly as you felt your eyes fluttering from the exhaustion after a long day at work.

you were watching your boyfriend jake as he had once again streamed to his growing audience.

his laughter filled the room, mixing with the sounds of the newest video game he's been playing.

but lately, it has been starting to feel like jake spends more time with his online community than with you.

the streaming schedule that once seemed manageable has become a time-consuming routine, stealing your boyfriend from you and leaving little time for anything else. — more under cut !

you miss the late-night talks, the movie nights you spent cuddled up together, and the simple joy of just being together.

"jakey," you call softly, hoping not to disturb him too much.

"it's getting late now baby, why don't you come to bed?"

he doesn't even turn around to spare you a glance, making you rub your forehead in irritation.

“hello? jake, i’m talking to you!”

“i can't right now, babe. i have to stream."

"but you’ve been at it for hours," you insist, your voice tinged with frustration.

"can’t you take a break? i need you..”

suddenly, he snapped in annoyance at your nagging.

"you're being clingy! i have to do this. it's my job, i need to provide for us y/n, go sleep."

the harshness of his words stung much more than you expected.

feeling hurt and rejected, you retreat back to the bedroom, where you had been sleeping alone for the past few weeks.

your heart was heavy with disappointment as you laid down into the bed, the distant sound of his voice serving you a painful reminder of how distant he had been recently.

days turn into weeks, and you found yourself avoiding him. you leave for work early, come home late, and spend as much time away from the apartment as possible.

you didn’t want to hear another excuse about why his streams are more important than you.

the emotional distance between you grew wider with each passing day.

one day, after an especially draining day at work, everything falls apart.

a project you had poured your heart into for months had gotten rejected, and a colleague you considered a friend betrayed your trust.

by the time you get home, you’re already on the verge of tears. you open the door to find jake sitting on the couch, a rare sight these days.

"hey baby! you’re finally home." he exclaims, his face lighting up with a smile, running to you with excitement.

"i haven't seen you in forever. how was your day? you don’t look too good.."

the concern in his voice is the final straw, your self control breaks and you burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

jake rushed to your side immediately, his arms wrapping around you in an embrace that feels both foreign and familiar.

"what's wrong?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine worry.

but his touch only makes you cry harder.

"it's not just today," you manage to choke out.

"it's everything. i feel so alone, jake. all you ever do is ignore me, it's like i'm invisible to you."

“you don’t even sleep with me anymore, you sleep when i leave for work, and when i’m back you’re always streaming! did you even notice that i’ve been trying to avoid you?”

jake’s face fell in realization and suddenly, he pulls you closer, his heart breaking at your words.

"i'm so sorry," he whispers, his voice trembling.

"baby, i swear i never meant to make you feel that way."

you were angry, but you needed jake desperately.

you clung to him, your sobs quieting as he holds you, feeling his own tears dampening the nape of your neck.

"i miss you so much, jakey" you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

"i miss us."

jake presses a kiss to your forehead, his tears mixing with yours.

"i've been so stressed lately," he admits looking down.

"my payments have been getting cut, and i was trying to save up to buy you the car you’ve always wanted. i wanted to surprise you, but i ended up pushing you away instead— i’m so fucking sorry."

you pull back slightly with shock etched onto your features, looking into his eyes.

"a car? that’s so sweet of you jake, but i don't need that. i just need you, my boyfriend..”

he nods, his eyes filled with regret.

"i know. i see that now. i was so focused on trying to make things better for us that i didn't realize i was losing you in the process."

“you didn’t lose me, silly boy.” you joked as you left a soft peck on his pouted lips.

jake finally lets out a soft grin as he kisses you again, and it's like a balm to your wounded heart.

"i'm so sorry," he repeats, his voice breaking.

"i love you so much. please, let me make it up to you."

you nod, tears of relief still streaming down your face.

"i love you too. i just... i need you to be here. with me."

jake suddenly scoops you into his arms as you let out a screech— carrying you to the bedroom.

he lays you down gently, then climbs in beside you, pulling you into his embrace.

"i'm here now, baby" he whispers, his lips brushing against your temple.

"i'm not going anywhere."

you snuggle into his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your ear.

the warmth of his body, the softness of his touch, and the sincerity in his voice begin to soothe the ache inside you.

"i missed being in your arms so much," you admit, your voice muffled against his shirt.

"me too," jake says softly as he looked down at you with adoration.

"i promise, i'll do better. no more neglecting you for streams. you're the most important thing in my life."

you tilt your head up to meet his gaze, your eyes searching his for any hint of insincerity — but all you see is love and regret.

he leans down, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss that speaks volumes of love and promises.

for the rest of the remaining evening, you stay wrapped in each other's arms, sharing kisses and whispers of love and reassurance.

the hurt of the neglect began to fade, replaced by the rekindled warmth of your love.

as you drift off to sleep in jake’s arms, you feel a sense of peace you haven't felt in a long time.

jake's arms around you are a silent promise that things will be just fine, that he will always be there for you, and that your love is stronger than anything else life throws your way.

© won4kiss 2024

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ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 𝑆urgeon rival! 𝓁ee 𝒽eeseung x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre. angst 𝓢ynopsis. in which your rival takes an argument too far ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1402 ⸝⸝ not proof read argument surgery mentioned cursing kissing ୭ৎ — 𝓁ibrar𝓎 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

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THE STERILE SCENT OF THE ANTISEPTIC FILLED THE AIR AS YOU SCRUBBED IN FOR ANOTHER GRUELING AND TIRESOME SURGERY.

as a cardiothoracic surgeon at one of the top hospitals in the country, you were used to the high-pressure environment.

however, one thing you could never get used to was working alongside lee heeseung.

heeseung, with his sharp intellect and even sharper tongue, and his annoyingly angelic face— contrasting to his devilish personality was your professional rival.

as much as you hated to admit— he was as brilliant as he was infuriating, and every time your paths crossed, sparks flew—mostly in the form of heated arguments.

today was no different. you glanced at heeseung through the glass of the scrub room, noticing the way his jaw tightened as he prepared for the surgery. — more under cut !

he caught your eye and held your gaze for a moment longer than necessary with a small grin before it faded into a cocky smirk looking away, a silent challenge lingering in the air.

as you walked into the room, you felt yourself immediately grow agitated already at heeseung’s words.

“are you sure you should be near this patient, it would be a shame to put him at risk because of some dumbass with no surgical skills whatsoever..” he finished as the nurses around you sighed at the bickering to come.

“come on lee, you’re annoying everyone in the damn room. shut your pretty mouth and put those hands to use.”

“oh i know how to put these hands to use alright—“

“oh my fucking god, lee heeseun—“

before you could rebuttal, the nurse interrupted.

“um— the patient is under now.. could you do your job and talk about ‘putting those hands to use’ later?”

you winced at how informally you were talking in front of the nurses— lee heeseung sure does bring out the worst in you, alright.

“right… I’m sorry everyone!”

as the surgery began, you fell into the familiar rhythm, focusing on the delicate sutures and balance required to save a life.

the patient, a middle-aged man with severe coronary artery disease, was in an extreme critical condition.

every move had to be precise, every decision planned and flawless.

despite the tension between you and heeseung, both you and heeseung were professionals, completely focused on the task at hand.

the surgery proceeded smoothly until a complication arose—an unexpected tear in the arterial wall.

"we need to act fast," you said, your voice steady despite the panic and urgency.

"i know," heeseung replied tensely. "suction, now!"

you worked in quiet, the room silent except for the beeping of monitors and the soft clink of instruments.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, the crisis was under control, and the patient's condition stabilized.

as you stepped back, heeseung's eyes met yours again.

"good work," he said, but there was no warmth in his tone, only a grudging edge.

he was usually in a positive mood after a surgery had finished, but today something different— cold, almost angry sparked in his bambi eyes, leaving you in a sour mood.

the surgery had taken its toll, and you were completely exhausted.

you headed to the break room, hoping for even a small moment of peace with your growing headache, but heeseung followed you.

you could feel his eyes boring into your back as you poured yourself a cup of coffee.

"do you ever think before you act?" he snapped, breaking the silence.

you turned to face him, frowning at his accusatory tone.

"what are you on about now, lee?"

"if you hadn't hesitated, maybe we wouldn't have had that complication," he said, his words like a slap to the face.

you felt your blood boil. "are you seriously blaming me for that? we both know it was an unpredictable complication."

heeseung's eyes flashed with anger. "maybe if you paid more attention to the patient's history, you would have anticipated it."

“are you kidding me, heeseung? please, i can’t do this today—“

unfortunately, heeseung failed to notice the trembling in your voice and continued the growing argument.

“you can’t do this today? be so serious y/n, that man almost died today— you almost killed that man!”

the argument escalated quickly, voices rising as accusations flew back and forth.

finally, heeseung said something that cut deeper than any scalpel.

"maybe if you were more competent, our patient wouldn't have been at such risk of death because of you and you only!."

the room fell silent. his words hung in the air, heavy and unforgivable.

you felt your throat tighten, tears threatening to spill. without another word, you turned and walked out, leaving heeseung standing there, a look of shock and regret on his face.

days passed, and you avoided heeseung like the plague.

you switched shifts, took your breaks at odd times, and even walked the long way around the hospital to avoid running into him.

you knew it was petty— but you couldn't help it.

his words had hurt more than you wanted to admit.

heeseung, for his part, seemed increasingly frustrated. you could see him out of the corner of your eye, his gaze following you whenever you were in the same room.

he tried to approach you several times, but you always found a way to slip away before he could say anything.

your colleagues noticed the growing tension and ultimately decided on avoiding the two of you in the same room altogether.

it wasn't until you found yourself alone in the on-call room that heeseung had finally managed to corner you.

you were resting on the stiff bunk bed, trying to catch a few minutes of sleep when the door swung open.

to your surprise— heeseung stood in the doorway, his expression a mix of determination and desperation.

“oh, you’ve got to be kidding me—“

"we need to talk, y/n.." he said, closing the door behind him.

you sat up, crossing your arms defensively.

"there's nothing to talk about."

"yes, there is," he insisted, stepping closer.

"look— i didn't mean what i said the other day. i was angry and tired, and i took it out on you. it wasn't fair, and i'm sorry."

you looked away, the hurt still fresh. "you can't just say something like that and expect everything to be okay."

heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"i know. and i don't expect you to forgive me right away. but it hurts when you ignore me. we work together, and i... i can't stand the thought of you hating me."

you felt a pang of sympathy despite yourself.

"heeseung, it's not that easy. you really hurt me this time."

"i know," he said softly.

"and i'd do anything to make it right. even if it means losing all my dignity saying this."

you couldn't help it—a small giggle escaped your lips.

the idea of the usually stoic heeseung talking about losing his dignity was too much.

heeseung's eyes lit up at the sound, and a soft smile spread across his face.

"there it is," he said gently.

"that's the smile i've missed."

you shook your head, still smiling.

"you're impossible, lee heeseung."

heeseung took a step closer, his expression earnest.

"i mean it. i'm really sorry. can we.. start over?"

you hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"okay lee. but you owe me."

heeseung grinned. "anything you want. just name it."

"how about a date?" you suggested, your eyes widened, surprising yourself with your boldness.

heeseung's eyes widened in surprise, then softened. "a date? i'd like that."

he reached out, his hand brushing against yours. the touch was warm, comforting.

slowly, he leaned in, his lips nearly touching yours as he looked into your eyes with a gentleness.

“can i…”

“get on with it already, heeseung—“

suddenly his lips crashed against yours, meeting yours in a soft, delicate kiss.

it was gentle, feeling all the unspoken words and feelings from all these years of working together, bickering and the childish arguments.

when you finally pulled away, heeseung was smiling.

"so, about that date... when are you free?"

you giggled, the tension between you finally broken.

"how about tonight after our shift ends?"

"it's a date," he said, his eyes sparkling with genuine happiness and adoration.

as you left the on-call room together, you couldn't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, things would be different from now on.

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ᯓ 𝜗𝜚 ℰx bf! 𝓅ark 𝓈unghoon x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre angst to fluff 𝓢ynopsis in which your boyfriend who moved away without a word comes back ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 2518 ⸝⸝ not proof read swearing misogyny petnames kissing ୭ৎ — 𝓁ibrar𝓎 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

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THE HALLWAYS OF YOUR HIGHSCHOOL WERE ALWAYS OVERCROWDED AND LOUD BUSTLING WITH ENERGY AND THE STUDENTS,

but you and sunghoon managed to carve out your own little world amidst the chaos.

he was the pride of the school, star athlete and heartthrob, always at the center of attention, yet he only had eyes for you.

your relationship was the cause of envy for many – a love story quite literally straight out of a fairy tale.

you remember the first time he asked you out, how could you ever forget? it was during a study session in the library, right before the exams, his face turning a bright red as if he were a tomato!

he stammered out the words. you had laughed, thinking it was a joke, but the determined look in his eyes made your heart skip a beat.

and from that moment, you were inseparable, but little did you know what was yet to come. — more under cut !

your dates were simple, yet memorable.

park sunghoon came from a rich family, and you had grown up very differently.

while he grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, you grew up quite the opposite, with absent parents and older siblings who quickly left home when the chance came.

but to your surprise, he wasn’t bratty or spoiled, he wasn’t disgusted with your lifestyle or class.

instead, he learned the ways of how you live your life.

to you park sunghoon was the most humble man you had met. he didn’t take you out to five-star michelin restaurants, instead your dates consisted of being sat in his bmw in the mcdonald’s drive through, munching on greasy fries and cheese burgers.

everything was absolutely perfect.

late-night walks in the park, holding hands under the glowing stars, shared popsicle sticks that melted too quickly in the summer heat – each moment was perfect.

sunghoon had a way of making even the most basic activities feel special.

he would leave little notes in your locker, filled with sweet messages that brightened your day. your friends had teased you endlessly, you never heard the end of it, but you didn't mind; you were in love.

during lunch breaks, you would sit together under the big oak tree in the school courtyard, talking about your dreams and plans for the future.

sunghoon wanted to become a professional athlete, while you dreamed of pursuing a career in business.

the thought of being apart after high school absolutely terrified you both, but you promised each other that nothing could come between you.

if you had to choose one, your favourite memory with park sunghoon was the night of the school dance.

sunghoon showed up at your house, looking stunning in his suit, a shy smile on his face as he handed you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

the two of you danced the night away, lost in each other's arms, the rest of the world fading into the background.

as the evening came to an end, he walked you home, his hand never leaving yours.

under the soft glow of the streetlights, he kissed you, a sweet promise of forever.

as graduation approached soon after, you noticed a big change in sunghoon.

he became distant, his usual cheerfulness replaced by a somber and dull mood.

you tried to talk to him, of course you did, you tried your best to understand what was wrong, but he brushed off your concerns with forced smiles and vague reassurances.

you wanted to believe him, to trust that everything was fine, but the nagging feeling in your gut told you otherwise.

the day of graduation was supposed to be one of celebration, a celebration of years of hard work and shared dreams.

unfortunately for you, it became a day of complete and utter heartbreak.

you stood in your cap and gown, searching the crowd for sunghoon, but he was nowhere to be found.

panic set in as you tried calling him, each unanswered ring amplifying your fear.

you sent texts, pleading for an explanation, pleading for him to show up, but the silence was deafening.

you went to his house, but it was completely empty, a 'for sale' sign planted in the front yard.

the reality hit you like a ton of bricks – sunghoon was gone, without a word, without a goodbye, as if you were nothing to him, as if you were some summer fling.

your friends gathered around you, offering comfort, but their words did little to ease the pain that soared through you.

you spent the entire night staring at your phone, you were supposed to be out with your friends, with sunghoon, partying, celebrating the milestone and the survival of high-school.

instead it was spent hoping, praying for a message that never came.

days turned into weeks, and the reality set in – park sunghoon was gone, leaving you with a shattered heart and countless questions.

FIVE YEARS LATER.

the terrorizing buzzing of your alarm clock pulled you awake from a restless sleep.

you groaned, rolling over to hit the snooze button once again, but the persistent ringing reminded you of the long day ahead.

with a heavy sigh, you dragged yourself out of bed and into the shower, the hot water doing little to wash away the weariness and dread clinging to your bones.

after quickly dressing into your usual work attire – a simple blouse and skirt – you hurried to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast.

the coffee machine sputtered and groaned, mirroring your own exhaustion. you burned your toast and spilled coffee on your shirt,

“are you fucking kidding me?” cursing under your breath as you hurriedly changed into another blouse.

the commute to work was no better. the bus was packed, leaving you standing and yearning for space, the claustrophobia clawing at you.

when you finally arrived at the office, you were already running late. mr. choi, your boss, was waiting for you at the entrance, his expression a mix of irritation and disdain.

"late again, i see," he sneered, his eyes narrowing.

"this is becoming a habit, and i don't tolerate incompetence in my employees."

“this is why females should stick to cooking..” he muttered under his breath as you looked down, squeezing your eyes shut.

mr. choi was the most misogynistic and sexist man you had ever met, but if you wanted to keep this job, no— you needed this job, if you wanted to reach your dreams, you had to take it.

even if it costed you your very own dignity.

you mumbled an apology, your cheeks burning with embarrassment with the stares of the other staff as you hurried to your desk.

the day dragged on, each minute feeling like an hour. mr. choi's constant demands and demeaning comments wore you down, but you pushed through, finding comfort in the support of your colleagues.

jake, your coworker, noticed your foul mood and tried to cheer you up.

"rough morning, y/nie" he asked, his tone overflowing with aegyo as he handed you a cup of tea.

"that's an understatement, and never do that in front of me again, jake sim!"

“why though! am i not cute enough for you?”

“you’re not cute, period.” you sighed, although that interaction had mixed up your insides in distaste, you were grateful for his kindness and determination to cheer you up.

jake was a light of positivity in the otherwise toxic environment of your workplace.

he often went out of his way to help you, making the long hours much more bearable.

despite the occasional office rumors, your relationship with jake was purely platonic, built on mutual respect, twisted humour and shared struggles.

around midday, to your dismay, mr. choi called you into his office.

"we have a very important client meeting today," he barked.

"i need you to serve tea like a noble lady and make sure everything goes smoothly. do not mess this up, you hear me?"

“yes, sir…”

nodding, you quickly ran to the staff room and prepared the tea, balancing the tray carefully as you approached the office door.

taking a deep breath, you knocked and entered, your eyes fixed on the floor.

"tea is served, sir," you announced, your voice steady despite the nerves of anxiety and nausea.

as you placed the tray on the table, a familiar voice made your heart stop.

"thank you so much," the voice said, and you looked up, your breath catching in your throat.

sitting across from mr. choi the last person you had ever expected.

it was park sunghoon, his presence a jabbing reminder of the unfateful past you had tried so hard to forget.

the shock was too much for you to handle.

your hands trembled, and the tray slipped, sending hot coffee spilling onto your lap. you gasped in pain, the burning liquid soaking through your clothes.

“y/n— are you okay?” sunghoon screeched as he stood up with worry, pacing towards you.

unfortunately for you, mr. choi's face turned red with anger.

"you clumsy fucking idiot!" he shouted.

"do you have any idea what you've done? you're a disgrace!"

“i warned you, bitch—“

sunghoon stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with anger and concern.

"that's enough, mr. kim" he said, his voice firm.

“mr. park, it’s ’mr. choi! c-h-o—“ he nervously uttered before sunghoon had cut him off.

"i absolutely won't be working with someone who treats their employees this way." he turned to you, his expression softening.

"come on, let's get you out of here."

you tried to resist his grip, the emotions of seeing your first love who disappeared on you after many years overwhelming you.

"let go of me, sunghoon! you have no right to even look my way after what you did!"

ignoring your protests, sunghoon led you to a storage room, closing the door behind you.

he stared at you for a good fifteen seconds before he pulled you into a hug, his arms strong and reassuring, even comforting after all these years, and that angered you.

"are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

you took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside you.

"i'm fine," you said, though your voice wavered with the weight of your anger.

“y/n, you’re not fine—“

“yes i am, i’ll be leaving now.” you said firmly walking towards the exit as sunghoon softly gripped your arm, his touch begging you to stay.

“please y/n, wait—“

"want me to stay? then i need to know why you left without saying anything. you owe me that much."

sunghoon sighed as he pushed his hair back, his eyes filled with an ocean of regret.

"my family moved overseas suddenly, you know how they are— they refused to let me stay behind and i didn't know how to tell you. i thought it would be easier if i just disappeared, that you would move on without me holding you back. it was a mistake, and i've regretted it every day since."

he looked at you with a glimmer of something you couldn’t quite place, he sighed at your dumbfounded state and walked a step closer to you— his hand reaching out to caress your face before he hesitated, pulling them back to his side.

“i was eighteen and a fucking clueless idiot, y/n. you have every right to hate me, i’m so sorry.”

his words stirred up a mix of emotions – anger, sadness, but also a glimmer of nostalgia.

and it hit you— this was sunghoon standing right in front of you, your sunghoon.

"you should have trusted me, sunghoon" you said, tears welling up in your eyes.

"i needed you, sunghoon. you broke my heart, you shattered it and left me with nothing."

"i know," he whispered, his voice breaking.

"i tried to reach out, to find you, but when i saw that post on your account of you with your husband, jake sim was it? and the kids, i knew it was wrong. you had moved on, you have a family."

you shook your head in confusion, the misunderstanding almost laughable if it weren't so tragic.

"jake is just a friend, and those kids were part of a charity event. you should have reached out and asked anyway.."

sunghoon's shoulders fell with relief and shame.

"i'm so sorry. i was an idiot, and i hurt you. i know this is sudden and i don’t even have any right saying this— but i never stopped loving you, not for a moment. please, give me another chance. let me make it up to you."

you hesitated, the pain of the past still fresh in your mind as if it had all occurred yesterday.

"it's hard, sunghoon. you hurt me deeply, and it's not easy to just forget that."

he took your hand, the sudden feeling bringing you a wave of nostalgia, his eyes pleading.

"i know it's a lot to ask, trust me baby i know—but i promise i'll do everything i can to make it right. i still love you, more than anything. please, let me prove it to you."

seeing the sincerity in his eyes, hearing the old affectionate petname he had for you, you felt your resolve weakening.

"fine… one last chance, sunghoon. but you can't mess up. i can't go through that pain ever again."

a tear rolled down his cheek as he nodded with a grin— as if he had been told he had won the lottery (as if he wasn’t rich already...).

"thank you. i promise you with my whole heart and soul, i won't let you down." he leaned in, shyly pecking your cheek before taking your hand.

the gesture was so familiar, so comforting, that you couldn't help but smile.

just then, the door creaked open, and your best friend, who now worked with you, peeked in.

"everything okay in here, y/n?—" she asked before gasping, her eyes widening when she saw sunghoon.

a knowing smirk spread across her face.

"well, well, look who it is! i always knew you were gonna come back at some point, you were way too down bad to ever get over her.."

you and sunghoon laughed, the sound lightening the heavy atmosphere.

it felt like a new beginning, a chance to rebuild what was lost, to make up for the time could’ve been spent in each other’s embrace.

“well.. we should probably leave, don’t you think?—“ you cut sunghoon off with a quick, soft kiss before running out of the room with pink flushed cheeks and a heavy heart.

“hey— you can’t just do that and expect me to be okay!” he yelled before catching up to you with a soft grin.

of course, with the lovesick look in his eyes which he always carried for you.

holding sunghoon's hand, you walked out of the storage room together, and you knew in that moment that everything would be okay— because it was your sunghoon.

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THE MOON SHINED BRIGHTLY UP IN THE NIGHT SKY, LEAVING AN ETHEREAL GLOW ON THE QUIET ROADS OF YOUR SMALL TOWN.

you pulled your jacket tighter around you, trying to fend off the chilly autumn air as you made your way to the convenience store.

the streets were eerily empty, the only sound being the distant hum of traffic and the occasional rustle of leaves crunching.

as you entered the convenience store, the bell above the door jingled softly, signifying your arrival as you nod a greeting to the sleepy cashier who could honestly care less behind the counter.

you wandered through the aisles, grabbing a few snacks and a bottle of soda.

as you headed towards the counter to pay, you noticed a shadow at the corner of your eye, moving outside the store.

your heart skips a beat, and a sense of unease and anxiousness washed over you. — more under cut !

you quickly paid for your items and stepped outside, hoping to make it back home without any trouble whatsoever.

but as soon as you stepped out, you realized that the shadow you saw earlier was unfortunately not a figment of your imagination.

a man is standing across the street, holding an empty bottle of alcohol with a smile of mischief, his eyes locked onto you.

he starts to follow you, his steps quickening as you quicken yours.

immediate panic rises in your chest, and you look around desperately for anyone who might help.

that's when you saw him.

a tall figure standing near the entrance of an alley, his hands shoved into his pockets and a cigarette dangling from his lips.

even in the dim light, you recognized him instantly.

nishimura riki.

the town's notorious bad boy. the one everyone warns you to stay away from.

but right now, he's your only hope.

you take a shaky deep breath and walk towards him, your heart pounding in your ears.

"hey, baby," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

"i've been looking for you."

riki looks up, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight of you.

before he can even mutter a response, the man who's been following you steps closer, his gaze suspicious.

"is she really your girlfriend?" the man demands, grinning at riki.

for a moment, you think riki is going to walk away and leave you to fend for yourself.

but then he surprises you. he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him.

"yeah dipshit, you heard her didn’t you? she's with me," he says with venom dripping off his tone, his eyes never leaving the man.

"got a problem with that?"

the man hesitates, clearly intimidated by riki's calm demeanor.

"n-no," he stammers, taking a step back.

"no problem!"

riki watches him for a moment longer with a threatening glare before the man turns and hurries away.

you let out a shaky breath, your knees feeling weak with relief.

"thank you," you whisper, looking up at riki.

"i won't bother you again, i promise."

you start to pull away, but riki's grip on your waist tightens.

"the least you could do treat me to some ramen after that," he says, his voice soft but firm.

“i-if you want to of course, i’m not forcing you—“

you're shocked by his request, but you nod, unable to refuse after what he's just done for you.

he leads you to a small ramen shop a few blocks away, and you sit down at a corner table.

the warmth of the shop is a warm and welcome contrast to the cold night air, and you feel yourself relaxing a little as you take in the cozy atmosphere.

as you eat, you find yourself making conversation with riki, easing the awkward tension as you told him about your day and your plans for the future.

to your surprise, he listens attentively, occasionally nodding or asking a question.

he's not the terrifying bully everyone makes him out to be. in fact, he's sweet and cute, and you can't help but wonder why everyone is so terrified of him.

"why is everyone so scared of you?" you ask, voicing your thoughts.

"you're not like what they say at all."

riki looks away, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

he stood up abruptly, leaving a twenty-dollar bill on the table.

"thanks for the company," he mumbles before scurrying out of the shop.

“but i was supposed to treat you—“

you're left staring after him, stunned with your mind racing.

as you headed home, you can't stop thinking about riki and the unexpected side of him that you've seen tonight.

when you finally crawl into the comfort of bed, it's with thoughts of his shy smile and soft voice pacing in your head.

the next day at school, you walk into your classroom full of chatter and students to find riki sleeping at his desk as usual.

you can't help but giggle at the sight of him, and as you pass his desk, you feel someone lightly grab your wrist.

you turn around to see riki looking up at you, rubbing the nape of his neck shyly.

"would you like to eat ramen with me again?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

before you can respond, you hear whispers and snickers from the other students around you.

"look at her, talking to that delinquent," one of them sneers.

"she's probably just as bad as he is then.."

riki's expression falls, and he lets go of your wrist.

"i'm sorry," he mutters.

"i shouldn't have gotten you involved with me. now everyone's going to talk bad about you.."

you feel a sudden surge of anger at their cruel words.

you turn to face the gossiping students, your eyes blazing.

“shut up,” you snap.

"riki is sweet and kind, and definitely a better person than any of you."

the room falls silent, and you grab riki's wrist, pulling him out of the classroom and up to the rooftop.

once you're there, you let go of his wrist and take a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"thank you," riki says softly, his eyes filled with gratitude.

“why do you let everyone talk about you like that, riki? it’s not even true!” you frowned as he let out a soft grin.

"it's really hard for me to open up to people, and well— i don’t really care about them, but you.. you got me to open up so quickly..."

you smile at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

"i'm glad you did," you say.

"i like getting to know the real you."

riki blushes, looking down at the concrete.

"would you... would you like to go on a date with me?" he asks, his voice trembling with nerves.

you're stunned for a moment, your heart racing. when he looks up at you, his eyes full of hope, you lean in and kiss him softly on the cheek.

"does that answer your question?" you whisper before turning and running back down the stairs, your heart pounding with excitement.

as you make your way back to class, you can't stop smiling.

you know that being with riki won't be easy, especially with his reputation but you also know that it's worth it.

because behind the tough exterior and the bad reputation, there's a sweet, kind boy who just needs someone to believe in him.

and you're more than happy to be that someone.

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WINTER HAD FINALLY FALLEN OVER THE CITY, BLANKETING EVERYTHING IN A SOFT LAYER OF SNOW.

the air is crisp, your breath visible as you exhale, and the world seems quieter, more peaceful under the weight of the season.

you’re currently sitting at your desk, gazing out the window at the snowflakes drifting lazily from the sky.

the classroom is warm, a contrast with the cold outside, but you still feel a chill in your bones, one that has very little to do with the weather.

you’re used to feeling like this—alone, invisible.

you’ve always been the quiet one, the girl who keeps to herself, the one no one really notices.

while your classmates laugh and chat, you sit at the back, content staying in the shadows. — more under cut !

your gaze drifts to the front of the room, where the popular kids are gathered, as per usual.

they’re loud, carefree, the kind of people who draw others in without even trying.

you can’t help but envy them, but you also know you could never be like them. you’re too shy, too awkward, too...different.

your eyes land on jungwon, the boy you have had a crush on for almost a year now, ever since he transferred to your school, the boy who seems to have everything you have ever wanted.

he’s always surrounded by friends, his laugh contagious, his smile bright.

he’s the kind of person everyone gravitates toward, effortlessly charming and endlessly kind.

sometimes you wonder what it would be like to be his friend, but you quickly dismiss the thought.

someone like jungwon would never notice someone like you.

the bell rings, pulling you from your thoughts.

you gathered your things and slipped out of the classroom, making your way to your usual lunch spot on the balcony.

the balcony was your escape during lunch, a place where you can be alone, away from the noise and chaos of the students.

as you step outside, the cold air instantly hits you, but you don’t mind.

you lean against the railing, watching the snowflakes fall onto the surface, the world below covered in a fluffy blanket of white.

you look down at the courtyard, where students are huddled together, not minding the cold as they talk and eat.

your eyes find jungwon almost immediately.

he’s sitting with his friends under a tree, the snow dusting his dark hair, his cheeks pink from the cold.

he looks happy, carefree, and you couldn’t help but watch him, the way his eyes light up when he smiles, the way he talks with his hands when he’s excited.

you’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t notice him looking up at you until it’s too late.

your heart skips a beat when you see him raise his hand and wave in your direction.

for a moment, you’re frozen, unsure of what to do.

then, the panic sets in. you blush furiously, ducking your head and turning away before bolting back inside.

you rush down the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest.

what was he thinking? why did he wave at you? did he realize you were staring at him? your mind races with a hundred questions, but no answers come.

the rest of the day passes in a blur. you avoid jungwon at all costs, afraid of what he might say if he approached you.

it’s silly, you know, but you can’t help it. you’ve never been good at talking to people, especially not someone like him.

the next day, you’re back on the balcony, trying to convince yourself that yesterday didn’t happen, that jungwon didn’t actually wave at you.

you tell yourself that he was probably waving at someone else, and you just happened to be in the way.

but deep down, you know that’s not true.

the snow is falling more heavily today, shivering as you wrap your scarf around you tighter.

you glance down at the courtyard again, but this time, you don’t see jungwon.

disappointment tugs at your heart, and you curse yourself for even caring. why should it matter if he’s there or not? it’s not like he’d want to be friends with you anyway, you tell yourself.

but then you hear footsteps behind you, and your heart leaps into your throat.

you turn around, half-expecting to see a teacher or another student, but it’s him.

yang jungwon. standing there, with that same bright smile on his face, a few flakes of snow clinging to his hair.

“hi,” he says, his voice warm and friendly, despite the cold.

you blink, unsure of what to say. your mind goes blank, and all you can do is stare at him.

“i noticed you like to hang out here during lunch,” he continues, unfazed by your silence.

“it’s a nice spot.”

you nod, still too shocked to form any words.

jungwon leans against the railing next to you, looking out at the snow-covered courtyard.

“i’ve seen you around, but i don’t think we’ve ever talked before. i’m jungwon.”

you already know that, of course, but you manage to mumble your name shyly in response.

he turns to you, his eyes full of curiosity.

“you’re really quiet, huh?”

you nod again, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

you’re sure he must think you’re weird, just like everyone else does.

but to your surprise, he doesn’t seem put off by your shyness. in fact, he seems genuinely interested in getting to know you.

over the next few days, jungwon goes out of his way to talk to you, finding you on the balcony or in the hallways between classes.

he’s always kind, never making you feel uncomfortable, it’s quite clear that he’s determined to becoming your friend.

at first, you’re hesitant. you’ve never had someone like jungwon show interest in you before, and you don’t know how to handle it.

but slowly, you start to warm up to him. he’s patient with you, never pushing you to speak more than you’re comfortable with.

instead, he fills the silence with his own stories, his laughter, and his bright aura and energy.

one day, as you’re making your way to your next class, you hear voices behind you—mean, familiar, mocking voices that send a chill down your spine.

you don’t need to turn around to know who it is.

a group of girls, the same ones who had picked on you since the fifth grade up until now, who whisper cruel things just loud enough for you to hear.

“look at her, all alone again,” one of them sneers.

“no wonder no one wants to be her friend.”

you try to ignore them, to walk faster, but they catch up to you, blocking your path.

“what’s the matter, y/n?” another girl taunts with a condescending smirk.

“cat got your tongue?”

your heart races, fear and embarrassment flooding your senses.

you wanted to disappear, to melt into the floor and escape their cruel words.

after finally having a friend for the first time in years, you had forgotten your harsh reality.

but these girls had reminded you of the cruel reality, you’d never be liked.

before you could continue with your thoughts— a familiar voice had spoken up.

“hey! leave her alone.”

the voice is firm, authoritative, and angry, for a moment, you don’t realize who it belongs to.

but then you see him—jungwon, standing there with a fiery look in his eyes, glaring at the group of girls.

they hesitate, clearly surprised to see him, the most popular guy in school, standing up for you.

“come on jungwon, we were just joking around!”

one of them says, but her voice lacks the confidence it had moments ago.

“well, it’s not funny,” jungwon snaps.

“get out of my sight.”

the girls exchange nervous glances before finally backing off, muttering under their breaths as they walk away.

you’re left standing there, still shaken, but incredibly grateful.

jungwon turns to you, his expression softening at your bewildered state.

“are you okay, y/n?”

you nod, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill over.

in all these years, no one has ever defended you from those bullies, they just observed with a look of pity, you’re not used to someone standing up for you like that.

“come on,” he says as he gently takes your hand in his.

“let’s get out of here.”

he leads you to the rooftop, the one place in the school where you know you’ll be alone.

it’s quieter up there, the snow muffling the sounds of the city below.

the cold wind bites at your skin, but the presence of jungwon beside you makes it more bearable.

jungwon sits down on a bench, and you follow him, sitting beside him.

for a moment, neither of you speak, the silence heavy with unspoken words.

“they’re wrong, you know,” jungwon says finally, breaking the silence.

“about you. they don’t know a single thing about you, they don’t know anything.”

you look at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice.

“why do you care?” you ask, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

jungwon looks at you, his gaze steady.

“because i think you’re interesting,” he says simply.

“you’re different from everyone else, and i admire that.”

you blush, looking down at your hands, no one has ever said something like that to you before.

you’ve always felt like your shyness was a burden, something that made you less than everyone else.

but here’s jungwon, the most popular guy in school, telling you that he likes you for who you are.

without thinking, the words tumble out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“i like you.”

the moment the words leave your lips, you freeze, your heart hammering in your chest.

you didn’t mean to say that, at least not out loud. panic sets in, and you want to take it back, you don’t want to lose the one person you have because of your feelings, but it’s too late.

jungwon blinks, clearly surprised by your sudden confession.

for a moment, you’re terrified that you’ve ruined everything, that he’s going to laugh or tell you that you’re mistaken.

but then he smiles—a warm, genuine smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

“i like you too,” he says, his voice soft.

“i’ve been interested in you for a while now.”

you stare at him, your mind reeling in thoughts.

did he just say what you think he did? you’re not sure if you’re dreaming or if this is really happening.

jungwon laughs lightly, his breath visible in the cold air as his cheeks tinged with pink.

“i didn’t expect you to say it first,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

“but i’m glad you did.”

a shy smile tugged at the corners of your lips. the snow continues to fall around you, the world seeming to slow down for just a moment.

on that quiet, snowy rooftop, for the first time in a long time, you feel that just maybe, things could be different for the first time in forever.

as you sit there on the rooftop with jungwon, you realize that you’re not alone anymore.

you have him—a friend, and now something even more, someone who sees you for who you are and likes you just the same.

and that’s enough.

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YOU HAD ALWAYS HATED JAKE SIM.

for as long as you could remember, jake had been the sharp thorn in your side, the annoying neighbour who never missed an opportunity to get under your skin.

from petty childhood arguments over whose bike was better to the typical teenage bickering over the loud music he’d blast at all hours of the night, jake had always been there to ruin your day.

and you, of course, made it your life’s mission to return the favor.

the two of you were like fire and rain, constantly clashing, never finding common ground.

so when the world went to hell and the dead started walking, it felt like some cruel joke that you’d end up stuck with jake sim.

the outbreak had come unexpectedly, tearing through your small town and leaving devastation in all its glory.

your family was one of the first to fall, victims of the chaos and the hordes of the undead. — more under cut !

and jake’s family—well, they didn’t have it any better.

in the end, it was just you and jake, the two of you huddled in the basement of your now-empty homes, the animosity between you two simmering beneath the surface.

but as much as you hated jake, you hated the loneliness more. so, despite everything, you stuck together.

you scavenged for supplies, barricaded yourselves in your homes, and did your best to survive.

days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and somewhere along the way, the hatred between you began to fade, replaced by something else.

something you couldn’t quite define into words.

you would never call jake your friend, that would be too much.

but he was the only person left in the world who knew you, who understood what you’d been through.

and in a way, that was enough.

it had been almost a year since the outbreak when you finally stumbled upon a group of survivors.

they were a tough bunch, hardened by the world they’d been thrown into, but they welcomed you and jake with open arms.

for the first time in a long time, you and jake felt a glimmer of hope for the future.

the camp was a small, makeshift community nestled deep in the woods, hidden from the undead and the humans who were just as dangerous.

it wasn’t much, but it was safe, and that was all that mattered.

for the first few weeks, you and jake kept to yourselves, still wary of the people around you.

but slowly, you began to fall into place with the group, forming lifelong bonds with the other survivors.

jake, the social butterfly between the two of you, adapted quickly.

he made friends, joked around, and even found a place within the group’s hierarchy as one of the best fighters.

you, on the other hand, struggled. the loss of your family weighed heavily on you, and you found it hard to trust anyone.

the only person you really spoke to was jake, and even then, it was usually out of necessity.

but then you saw him—laughing, joking, flirting—with one of the girls in the camp.

she was pretty, with long blonde hair and a bright smile, the kind of girl who would have turned jake’s head even before the world had fallen apart.

and seeing them together, the two of them looking so at ease, so...happy, made something in you snap.

you didn’t understand it at first—the pure jealousy that bubbled up inside you.

why should you care who jake talked to? it wasn’t like you had any claim on him.

but the longer you watched them, the more that jealousy had grown into more, turning into something dark and bitter.

and that’s when the old animosity started to rear its ugly head back.

it started with small things—snide, hurtful comments, sarcastic jabs, little sneers that you knew would get under jake’s skin.

but jake wasn’t one to back down from a fight, and soon enough, the two of you were at each other’s throats again, just like old times.

but this time, it wasn’t petty childhood squabbles or teenage drama.

this time, it was real, and it was ugly.

the argument came to a head one evening after dinner. the camp was quiet, the other survivors were settling in for the night, but you and jake were very far from peaceful.

“you’re really enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

you snapped, your voice dripping with venom as you crossed your arms over your chest.

jake, who had been cleaning his knife by the fire, looked up at you, his expression mixed with both confusion and annoyance.

“what the hell are you talking about now, y/n?”

“you know exactly what i’m talking about,” you spat, glaring at him.

“you and that blonde girl—soojin, or whatever her name is.”

jake’s brow furrowed, and he set his knife down roughly, rising to his feet.

“what’s your problem, y/n? soojin’s just a friend. why do you care anyway?”

the question had caught you off guard, and for a moment, you faltered.

why did you care? but then the anger surged back, drowning out the uncertainty.

“i don’t care,” you lied, your volume rising.

“i just think it’s pathetic and heartless how you’re so quick to move on. it’s like you don’t even care that our families are gone!”

jake’s eyes widened, and for a split second, you saw a flash of hurt in his expression.

but it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a fuming anger.

“don’t you dare bring them into this,” he growled, taking a step closer to you.

“you think i don’t care? you think this is easy for me? you have no idea what i’m going through!”

“oh, please,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“you’re not the only one who’s lost people, jake. we all have. but at least i’m not using it as an excuse to flirt with every guy in camp.”

jake’s fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening as he glared at you.

“you’re unbelievable, you know that? you’re so wrapped up in your own misery that you can’t see what’s right in front of you.”

“and what’s that?” you shot back, your heart pounding in your chest.

jake’s voice dropped, and for a moment, there was something raw in his tone.

“that i’ve been trying to protect you this whole time, but you’re too stubborn to let anyone in. i’ve done everything i can to keep you safe, and all you do is push me away.”

his words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you opened your mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come.

instead, you just stood there, staring at him, feeling a mix of anger, guilt, and something else you couldn’t name.

but then, just as quickly as the vulnerability had appeared, jake’s walls went back up.

he shook his head, scoffing as he turned away from you.

“you know what? forget it. you’re not worth this. i’m done.”

and with that, he walked away, leaving you standing there, your heart in your throat and your mind flowing with possibilities.

the next morning, after barely getting sleep because of the man who occupied your thoughts— you were assigned to a supply run.

the tension between you and jake was still thick in the air, and you knew you needed to talk to him before you left.

you needed to clear the air, to apologize for the things you’d said, and maybe—just maybe—get some closure.

but when you found jake near the edge of camp, sharpening his knife, he wouldn’t even spare you a single glance.

“jake, can we talk?” you asked, your voice hesitant, the anger from the night before gone, replaced by a hollow sadness within you.

he didn’t respond, his focus on the knife in his hands.

the silence stretched on, each second feeling like an eternity had passed.

“jake, please,” you tried again, your voice trembling.

“i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t mean what i said last night. i was just...i was upset.”

still, he said nothing. he didn’t even glance in your direction. the coldness of his silence cut deeper than any argument ever could.

your heart shattered. you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, but you blinked them back, refusing to let him see you cry.

“fine,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

“if that’s really how you want it.”

and with that, you turned and walked away, your heart heavy with regret.

as you left the camp with the supply run team, you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that settled in your chest.

the last words you’d spoken to jake had been in anger, and now...now you didn’t know if you’d ever get the chance to fix things.

the supply run was supposed to be simple. in and out, just like the dozens of other runs you’d done before.

but from the moment you set foot in the abandoned city, you knew in your gut that something was off.

the streets were eerily quiet, the usual sounds of the undead suspiciously absent.

the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched.

and then it happened.

the ambush.

a horde of zombies, larger than any you’d seen before, descended upon your group, seemingly out of nowhere.

the utter chaos was immediate—people screaming, gunshots ringing out, the sickening sound of flesh being torn apart.

you fought with everything you had, your heart pounding in your chest as you slashed at the biters with your knife, trying to carve a path to safety.

but it was hopeless. the horde was too big, too overwhelming.

you watched in horror as members of your group were taken down one by one, their screams echoing in your ears.

and then, just as you thought you might make it out, one of them grabbed you.

the pain was immediate and excruciating. the sound of your leg snapping as you fell, but still making sure the zombie couldn’t bite you.

you screamed, in fear and for your life, a raw, agonizing sound that ripped from your throat as you fell to the ground, the world around you blurring with pain and fear.

somehow, by some miracle, you managed to pull out your gun and fire a shot into the zombie’s head, relief filling your body as you ended its life.

but the damage was done. your leg was broken, and you were bleeding out.

the last thing you remembered before everything went dark was the sound of someone shouting your name, their voice filled with desperation.

when you woke up, you were in the camp’s infirmary.

the pain in your leg was unbearable, a constant, throbbing ache that made it hard to think.

but even through the haze of pain, you recognized the familiar sounds of the camp—the murmur of voices, the crackling of the fire, the distant buzzing of generators.

and then, you heard something else. something that made your heart skip a beat.

jake.

he was sitting beside your bed, his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking with aggressive but silent sobs.

for a moment, you thought you were dreaming, jake sim didn’t cry. he didn’t show weakness.

but as you blinked away the sleep from your eyes and tried to sit up, you realized that this was very much real.

“jake?” your voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper, but it was enough to make him look up.

his eyes were red and puffy, his face streaked with tears. the sight of him like this—so broken, so vulnerable—made your heart ache.

“you’re awake,” he choked out, his voice thick with emotion.

he reached out, his hand trembling as he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

“god, y/n, i thought i lost you.”

you stared at him, still trying to process everything. the last thing you remembered was the horde, the pain in your leg, the darkness that had swallowed you whole.

but now, here you were, alive, and jake sim was...crying.

“what happened?” you croaked, wincing as a wave of pain shot through your leg.

jake shook his head, his hand still resting on your cheek.

“the run...it went bad. we lost a lot of people. you—” his voice cracked, and he took a shaky breath.

“you got hurt. i thought...i thought i’d never see you again.”

his words hit you like a ton of bricks, the reality of the situation sinking in.

people had died. you had almost died. and through it all, jake had been here, by your side, crying over you.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

“i’m so sorry, y/n. i shouldn’t have ignored you. i shouldn’t have let you go on that run alone— i should’ve protected you, i was just...i was angry, and i didn’t think, and now...now i almost lost you, and i can’t...i can’t lose you.”

the raw emotion in his voice made your chest tighten, tears welling up in your own eyes.

you had never seen jake like this before—so open, so honest. and it broke your heart.

“i was angry too,” you admitted, your voice trembling.

“i said things i didn’t mean, and i’m sorry, jake. i didn’t want us to end things like that. i never wanted to hurt you.”

jake let out a shaky laugh, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand.

“you didn’t hurt me, y/n. i’m the one who hurt you. i’ve been hurting you for years, and i didn’t even realize it until now.”

he took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours as if he was trying to find the right words.

“i’ve spent so much time hating you, but i didn’t even know why. i think...i think it was because i was scared. scared of how much you meant to me. scared of losing you.”

the words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. you felt your heart pounding in your chest, a mix of fear and disbelief swirling inside you.

“jake, what are you trying to say?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with anticipation.

he looked at you, his eyes filled with a vulnerability you had never once seen before in all the years of growing up together.

“i’m saying that i love you, y/n. i’ve loved you for a long time, but i was too stupid to realize it. and now...now i might have lost you for good.”

the confession hit you like a harsh wave, overwhelming you with emotions you had been trying to suppress for so long.

you had always hated jake—or at least, that’s what you told yourself. but deep down, there had always been something more.

something you had been too afraid to admit, even to yourself.

“i love you too,” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them, but yet they felt so right coming out of your mouth.

“i’ve always loved you, but i didn’t know how to tell you. i was scared too.”

jake’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he just stared at you, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

but then, a slow, shaky smile spread across his face, and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“you love me?” he asked, his voice filled with awe.

you nodded with a weak grin, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“yes, you idiot. i love you.”

the relief that washed over his face was immediate, and before you knew it, he was leaning in, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, tender kiss.

it was a kiss that held years of pent-up emotions, a kiss that spoke of all the things you had never said to each other.

when he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his warm breath mingling with yours.

“you’re never going on a run without me again,” he whispered, his voice filled with a silly undertone but you could hear the seriousness— the determination.

you let out a small laugh, despite the tears still streaming down your face.

“deal.”

and in that moment, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would face with jake sim— your annoying neighbour now turned lover.

because finally in this broken world, you had found something— someone worth fighting for.

you had found love.

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IT WAS 3AM WHEN THE SOUND OF YOUR PHONE BUZZING ON THE NIGHTSTAND PULLED YOU OUT OF A DEEP SLUMBER.

groggily, you reached for it, squinting at the bright screen in the darkness of your room.

the caller id shows heeseung’s name, and you furrow your brows in confusion.

what reason could your boyfriend possibly have to be calling you at this hour?

you answered the call with a tired sigh leaving your lips, your voice thick with sleep.

“hee? what’s wrong?”

“come outside,” he whispers, his tone mischievous.

“i’m outside your house.”

“outside my house?” you repeat in disbelief, quickly sitting up in bed.

you push back the curtain and peer out of your window.

sure enough, there he is, standing beneath the streetlight, hands shoved in his pockets, a playful grin on his face as he excitedly waves at you, you scoffed getting back into bed. — more under cut !

“why are you here hee, have you seen the time?” you ask, a tiny smile tugging at your lips despite your confusion.

“i’m craving ramen,” he replies simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“ramen? at 3am?” you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

“you seriously couldn’t wait until morning?”

“nope,” he says, popping the ‘p.’

“come on, let’s go get some. i’ll drive.”

there’s something about his voice, the way he’s so carefree and impulsive, that makes you throw off your soft blankets once again and get out of the comfort of your bed.

“give me a minute,” you say before hanging up and grabbing the nearest hoodie to throw over your pajamas.

a few minutes later, you’re slipping out the front door as quietly as possible, not wanting to risk getting caught by waking up your parents.

heeseung’s car is parked right outside, and there he was leaning against it, looking up at your window with a boyish grin.

when he finally sees you, his face lights up.

“there you are,” he says, opening the passenger door for you.

“ready for our late-night ramen date?”

you roll your eyes playfully but can’t hide the smile that spreads across your face.

“you’re crazy, you know that?”

“only for my angel,” he replies, winking before closing the door once you’re seated.

the drive to the convenience store is filled with soft music playing in the background, the streets empty and deserted at this hour.

there’s something peaceful about the whole situation, like the world has slowed down just for the two of you.

heeseung keeps glancing over at you, his hand occasionally brushing against yours on the center console.

each touch sent a warm flutter through your chest, making you feel both excited and flustered.

when you arrived at the local 7-11, it’s empty, excluding the bored-looking cashier who barely glances up as you two walked in.

you both head straight to the instant ramen aisle, and heeseung lets out a whistle as he searched through the selection.

“which one do you want?” he asks, turning to you with a smile that’s much too charming for 3am.

you shrug, trying to hide your amusement.

“you’re the ramen expert here, i’ll trust your judgment.”

heeseung grins up at you, grabbing two different flavors and a couple of drinks.

“trust me angel, you’re in for a real treat.”

the two of you sat outside on a small bench, the night air cool but refreshing.

as you both dug into the steaming cups of ramen, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of surrealism.

here you are, having a random date in the middle of the night at 3am, and it felt perfect.

heeseung watches you as you take your first bite, his eyes soft and filled with affection.

“is it good?” he asks, his voice low and warm, and a slight worry that he chose the wrong flavour.

you nod, trying not to blush under his gaze.

“it’s perfect,” you reply, and he smiles, looking instantly relieved.

as you eat, the conversation flows easily, followed by laughter and the occasional playful nudges.

heeseung was in his element, teasing you gently and stealing bites of your ramen when he thought you weren’t looking.

you pretend to be annoyed, but in reality, you’re basking in the warmth of his attention.

when the food is gone and the cups are discarded, you both linger in the moment, neither of you wanting the night to end.

heeseung reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face before cupping your cheek with his hand.

the gesture was so tender that it makes your heart swell with affection.

“you’re seriously the cutest, you know that?” he murmurs, his thumb gently stroking your skin.

you feel your cheeks heat up, and you lean into his touch, savoring the closeness.

“you’re not so bad yourself,” you reply, your voice soft.

heeseung chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“only ‘not so bad’? i’ll take it.”

he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

it’s sweet and lingering on your lips, a perfect contrast of the moment.

when he pulled back, you can’t help but smile at him, your heart feeling the fullest it’s ever been.

but as you glance back at his car, a sudden thought crosses your mind—one that makes your pulse quicken.

you take a deep breath, the words slipping out before you can second-guess yourself.

“do you want to.. sleep over?”

heeseung blinks at you, his eyes widening in surprise.

“s-sleep over?” he repeats, his voice a little higher than usual.

“like… at your place?”

you nodded, biting your lip nervously.

“yeah. it’s just… i don’t really want the night to end yet. but if it’s too soon, that’s okay—”

“no, no,” he interrupts, his cheeks flushed.

“i’d love to. i just… what about your parents?”

“i’ll lock the door,” you say with a small smile.

“they won’t even know you’re there.”

heeseung stares at you for a moment longer, giving you the opportunity to back out— but as he sees the anticipation and nervousness in your eyes he finally nods, his lips curling into a shy smile.

“okay. let’s do it.”

back at your house, you both tiptoe up the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible.

your heart was racing, a mix of excitement and nerves making your hands tremble slightly.

when you finally reach your room, you close the door behind you, not forgetting to twist the lock as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

heeseung looks around your room, taking in the soft glow of the fairy lights and the familiar scent that screams you.

he seems nervous, and it was endearing to see him like this, so different from his usual confident, nonchalant self.

“i, uh… i can sleep on the floor,” he offers, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

you shake your head, a small smile playing on your lips.

“don’t be ridiculous, hee. we’re a couple, right? you can sleep beside me.”

his eyes widen at your words, but he nods, trying to hide his flustered expression.

“yeah… if that’s fine with you, okay.”

you both get ready for bed in a comfortable silence, though the air is charged with anticipation and quietness.

when you finally climb into bed, you lie on your side, facing away from heeseung.

he hesitates for a moment before joining you, leaving a respectful gap between your bodies.

the silence stretches on, filled with the sound of your breathing and the occasional rustle of the sheets.

you’re both nervous, no doubt and it’s almost amusing how two people who just shared a kiss could be so shy now.

after a few minutes, you muster up the courage to turn around.

but when you do, you find yourself face-to-face with heeseung, his nose practically brushing against yours.

you both freeze, eyes wide, before breaking into soft giggles.

“this is really awkward, isn’t it?” you whisper, your breath mixing with his.

“yeah,” he admits, a grin tugging at his lips.

“but in a super good way.”

you nod, the nervousness melting away as you bask in the warmth of his presence.

without thinking, you shift closer, laying your head on his chest.

heeseung’s arms immediately wrapped around you instinctively, holding you close as if you were the most precious thing in the world, protecting you.

you tilted your head up, your lips finding his in a slow, soft kiss.

it’s tender and sweet, filled with all the emotions you couldn’t possibly put into words.

when you finally pulled back, you rest your head against his chest again, listening to the steady beat of his heart, putting you back into a deep sleep.

“goodnight, hee,” you murmur, your voice laced with a gentleness and contentment.

“goodnight, baby.” he replies, his voice equally soft.

he presses a kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around you as if he never wants to let go.

as you drift off to sleep, wrapped in his warmth, you couldn’t help but smile.

this is your first sleepover, but you certainly know it won’t be your last.

and of course, it definitely will not be your last 3am ramen date.

© won4kiss 2024

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