NAH BC YOU'RE INSANE

NAH BC YOU'RE INSANE

───〃★ ❝I'm bored , we should kiss❞

♯ alternatively , making out with Heeseung,Jay and Jake as their best friend!

⌜Contains⌟ making out , kissing , suggestive, best friends to lovers/???, mentions of alcohol (Heeseung)

⌜Wordcount⌟ 1.5k

⌜Vampies Note⌟ Little disclaimer before I see anyone coming at me for not adding the other members ; I didn’t know what to write for them but I’ll add them to this once I have figured something out <3 Also for those who may be extra salty , I am the writer , I can write for whoever I want and am not obliged to write for everyone!

Heeseung’s eyes widened a little as he could only stare at you for a couple seconds like a deer caught in the headlight — this party is boring , we should kiss, those were the words still ringing in his ears as you had pulled him to a quieter area. If his cheeks weren’t already flushed from the alcohol , then they surely were now from your words. “What?”, he breathed out with a nervous chuckle — don’t get him wrong , he was up for it , but it was just so out of the blue that even he needed a minute to process what you have said. “I’m bored , we should kiss. This party is very boring , don’t you think?”, you replied , a small smile on your face as you could see the tips of his ears flushing redder. The two of you were in your mutual friend's bathroom, him having been dragged there by you since you wanted to be somewhere quieter with him. “Are you sure ? I mean, I’m up for it but I hope that you’re aware that this will change something between us”, Heeseung mumbled , his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes scanning your face to see if this was only the small amount of alcohol speaking in your system — but all he could find was that you were being serious. His breath hitched when your hands moved up to his shoulders , slowly moving to the back of his neck to play with the little hairs there while slowly pulling him closer towards you until your faces were only inches apart.

“I’m sure , Heeseung , I mean it”, you mumbled , your eyes flickering from his eyes down to his plump lips before they went back up to his chocolate colored orbs — that’s all he needed to hear for his lips to meet yours. He always had felt something for you, something more than just platonic — but he held himself back in order to not ruin the friendship he had with you , but all those years of waiting were worth it. A rush of excitement and electricity overcame him as the confidence inside him built up the more seconds passed , testing the waters by moving his lips slowly against yours — another rush washing over him when he felt your lips moving back against his and matching his pace. His hands found their way to your waist , his right hand moving to the small of your back to pull your body flush against his chest — the tip of his tongue sneakily touching yours as he used the opportunity when you let out a little gasp. This was dangerous , he had to control himself or otherwise he was going to do a lot more than just make out with you — but the voices inside him were louder , his right thigh slowly slotting itself between your legs.

Jay’s eyes were almost blank as he processed what you had just said to him , blinking a couple times before realization hit him — you really just told him to kiss you, all while you were just munching on one of the chocolate covered strawberries he had made. “Is this a prank..?”, he mumbled , his eyes going from the wall he was staring at towards you — he hoped that this wasn’t a prank , he had always been curious how your lips felt against his or how they’d taste. But he didn’t want this to be just some silly joke , to just kiss and still be friends — he was a man who’d date to marry , not to mess or fool around. “It’s not a prank Jay …unless you’re not up for it. I mean it , I want to kiss you ….and possibly figure out if I really like you romantically or not. I’ve been…. feeling weird around you for some months but not the kind of weird that would make me feel disgusted…. rather confused. Sorry if this just made things weird between us now but it’s been on my mind a lot lately… Just forget about it”,you let out a lighthearted laugh , trying to lighten up the mood a little before you got up to grab something to drink and avoid a possibly awkward situation — but his hand stopped you. He wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you back , making you fall down onto his lap.

Your cheeks were heating up as you took note of how close your faces were — you were so close that you could practically smell what perfume he used out of all the thousands he owned. Jay’s eyes just stayed locked onto your face , his hands moving to slowly , yet hesitantly , rest on your hips. He leaned his face slightly closer to yours , close enough for the tips of your nose to touch while he gazed into your eyes. Your heartbeat quickened up , your cheeks growing warmer and your palms were starting to grow sweaty. There were a couple more seconds of silence until he broke it. “I think it’s pretty clear what you feel for me…I can feel your heart hammering against my chest”, a small amused , yet fond smile grew on his face — his thumbs gently rubbing into your hips as he let the sight in front of him sink in. “Will you kiss me then..?”, you mumbled , your hands moving to rest on his shoulders as you made yourself more comfortable on his lap. He didn’t give you a verbal reply , instead, his lips placed themself on yours. He could faintly taste the sweet flavor of the strawberry you had eaten before and this may have just been the best way a strawberry could taste so very sweet to him. He didn’t know what suddenly took over him , all he remembered was that he had you underneath him on his couch — his lips passionately and sensually moving with yours , tongues intertwined in a sensual dance.

Jake knew exactly what he was doing by suggesting to play the pocky game , a game Riki had jokingly suggested to him since he saw a lot of students playing that game back in his home country — well , more like when the younger did go to school. He knew that you wouldn’t say no nor that you would take it seriously , your friendship being so close bonded that such things like cuddling or holding hands was nothing weird for the two of you — kissing wouldn’t be weird as well , right? “Pocky game? But that’s so old school”, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes a little with that stupid grin he had on his face , leaning his head against your shoulder as he nuzzled the side of his face against it — single strands of his hair tickling your skin ever so slightly. “Oh come on , it’ll be fun! Whoever leaves the shortest bit has won! Loser has to pay for the take out order”, Jake whined slightly , wrapping his arm around yours while he lifted his head up to look at you — giving you his signature blinking habit to coax you into it . With a small playful eye roll from you , you agreed.“So , how do we do this?”, You asked while watching him ripping the packaging of the chocolate covered sticks open. “Simple , we each bite on one end and one of us will keep biting on it until they feel like it’s enough. Then we’ll do it again but the one who had previously just kept the other end between their lips will have to do the biting. Whoever has the longer piece left has lost”, Jake explained , taking out one of the chocolate covered sticks and putting one end between his lips while scooting closer to you.

You nodded slightly , not really understanding how the game actually goes but you’ll learn in the process , right? You bit down on the other end and started to bite down on it , your eyes interlocked with Jake’s who was trying not to laugh and keep it together. Now you realized what this game was all about as you got closer and closer to his lips with each bite — your lips brushing against his as you stopped and held your hand under the sweet treat as Jake also bit down on it. “My turn!”, Jake grinned , a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as he placed the pocky stick between your lips — cupping your face just for the extra effect and god was it working. His eyes held a different kind of vibe to them as he was the one in “control” now , his face inching closer to yours as he repeatedly bit down on it. He stopped for a second as his lips were now brushing up against yours , cupping your face more firmly before he pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened as the soft plumpness of his lips enveloped yours , his right hand moving from your cheek down to your jaw as he gently moved his lips against yours. “I won..”, Jake mumbled as he broke the kiss , a playful grin on his face but that grin quickly got wiped off as you suddenly kissed him once again — a sudden wave of desire washing over you but neither you nor he regretted playing this game.

★Permanent Taglist⭑.ᐟ @chlorinecake @jakesangel @heeswif3y @the-swageyama-tobiyolo @ive-cool @ikeujyn @alvojake / @sunkisskim @heeslomll @greentulip @zaihypen

moot game! what energy/vibe do your moots give off?

@glitterjay : warm and out of this world (my little space girl)

@kwiwin : playful and whimsical.

@yeonzzzn : relaxed and easy-going.

@ja3yun : Energetic and lively personality.

@enha-stars : dreamy and caring

@heeslomll : bold and confident

@ohmymyoongi : cheerful and such a SWEET HEART

@intromortal : life of the party ilhsm

@dollyyun : doll-like and sweet.

@rikstar : strong and a whole sunshine that needs love

@yzzyhee : playful and fun-loving

@jaeyunluvr : romantic nd affectionate.

@rikislady : barbie like and adorable.

@kissofhoon : affectionate and expressive.

@alvojake / @sunkisskim : warm and mature with a playful side

@enkarmadas : my chaotic ball of love

@taeghi : chill and a ray of sunshine in my eyes

I put the moots that I'm closer with/talk more often, I LOVE ALL MOOTS AND THANKS FOR BEING SUCH A GOOD PART OF MY LIFE (sorry anon for taking SAUR LONG) 💗😿

"let's play a little game (miguel-vixen) just between you and I"

ᨓ 。lee heeseung x fem reader ꒰🎲꒱﹕pure smut with little plot ﹕+6.7k

contains: switch!couple, oral, p in v sex (reader is on the pill but wrap it before you tap it), use of sexual toys (vibrator), squirting, food play (whipped cream), ass spanking, multiple orgasms, petnames (love, baby, slut), choking. ┈─★

[十三] You rolled the dice in your right hand, feeling the smooth edges press into your palm as you shook them lightly, letting the anticipation build. The dice with "truth" and "dare" on opposite sides clinked against the one with green and red, the sound echoing softly in the quiet room. Your boyfriend, seated across from you, watched your movements closely, his gaze never leaving your hands.

As he settled a pillow on the floor, you noticed the way his glasses framed his big, expressive eyes, the lenses reflecting the warm light of the room. His silky soft black hair, usually so perfectly in place, was now a little disheveled, strands sticking out from where his fingers had run through it moments before. It made him look endearingly boyish, a stark contrast to the mischievous glint in his eyes.

He smirked slightly, his lips curving up at the corners as he placed the stack of cards neatly between you. Each card had a color—red or green—matching the dice in your hand, and each color had two cards labeled with the words you both knew all too well: "truth" and "dare."

"Heeseung, what is all of this?" you asked, now seeing a slightly nervous Heeseung.

Heeseung chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced at the cards between you. "I thought it might be fun to play a physical game because you don't want me anymore on the PC, and we have been very busy," he replied, his voice soft but carrying a hint of excitement. "Jake recommended it to me, so I don't really know what it's about. Didn't pay attention to it."

"Let me take a card so we can check what we are getting in." You took a green from the stack of dares,

"Text the third person on your phone and write how much you miss your Teddy Bear plushy."

You took the red one that had the same name as the green one, and your eyes opened in slight shock.

"Put my cellphone on vibrate, then place it somewhere on my body. Now, call to that phone."

"I think Jake gave you a NSFW truth or dare game." You show them both of them. Heeseung's eyes widened as he read the dare, the color in his cheeks deepening to a bright shade of red. He cleared his throat, clearly trying to compose himself, but the mischievous glint in his eyes only intensified.

"Jake's got some nerve," he muttered, but there was no mistaking the excitement that lingered in his voice. He looked up at you, his gaze filled with embarrassment "But it's okay if you don't want to do it."

"But I want to; we have never done this version. Right?" Heeseung looked at you, looking for some discomfort in your eyes, but your mind was covered in lust; seeing how good that first dare was made you curious about how the others would be.

Heeseung nodded and took both of the cards you saw out, getting a little closer to you.

"You can start since you have the dice." You shake them in your hand and drop them in the middle of you both, the word "truth" and the color red showing.

Your heart raced as you picked up the red truth card, that simple move made the aire turn thick. You glanced at Heeseung, his eyes locked onto yours, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he waited for you to read the card aloud.

You took a deep breath, your voice steady but laced with excitement as you read the words printed on the card. "What's one fantasy you've never told me about?" The question hung in the air, the weight of it making your pulse quicken.

Heeseung’s eyes darkened slightly, his playful demeanor shifting into something more intense as he waited for your answer. He took off his glasses, setting them aside as he leaned back, his gaze never leaving yours. The room seemed to shrink around you, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you both like a warm blanket.

You hesitated for a moment, biting your lower lip as if considering how much you wanted to reveal, but you knew he would take it out of you eventually. "I've thought about sucking you off while gamming," you began, your voice low, almost a whisper. "I've always wondered what it would be like for me to dominate you."

Heeseung's breath hitched at your confession, his eyes wide with surprise, undeniable desire creeping in him. The air between you two crackled with tension, the intensity of the moment pulling you both deeper into the game just when it's starting.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, clearly trying to maintain his composure, but the flush creeping up his neck betrayed the effect your words had on him.

"Wow," he finally murmured, his voice huskier than before. "I didn’t expect that." He leaned in closer, his gaze locked onto yours with a burning intensity. "But I have to admit, the thought of you taking control like that’s driving me crazy."

You could see the hunger in his eyes and the way his body tensed because of his thoughts. It was clear that the idea of you dominating him had sparked something deep within him. His hand reached out, brushing against your thigh, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through you.

"So," he said, his voice low and filled with a challenge, "since you rolled truth, I guess it's my turn next."

It still baffled you how his shy, almost loserlike demeanor changed when he was with you, but it was something that you have learned to deal with.

He reached for the dice, his fingers brushing against yours as he took them. The brief contact made your heart skip a beat, the heat between you two only growing stronger. Heeseung shook the dice in his hand, the clinking sound filling the room, before letting them fall onto the floor.

"Dare," he announced, the word rolling off his tongue with excitement. The dice had landed on green, signaling it was your turn to choose a card.

You reached for the green dare card, your fingers trembling slightly with excitement. As you read the words on the card, a wicked smile spread across your lips. "Looks like you’re going to have to stand completely still for the next two minutes," you said, your voice dripping with playful malice. "No matter what I do to you."

Heeseung’s eyes widened, a nervous laugh escaping him. "That’s going to be tough," he admitted, already shifting slightly as if trying to prepare himself for what was to come. But in his eyes, you could see how ready he was for the challenge, no matter how torturous it might be.

"Ready?" you asked, scooting closer to him, the space between you shrinking to nothing. He nodded, his breathing shallow as he prepared himself, his phone showing the timer. You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "Time starts now."

You knew that the card was green, very family friendly dare, but you decided to keep the mood on. You began slowly, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw before trailing down his neck. You could feel the rapid beat of his pulse under your fingertips, a testament to the effect you had on him. Heeseung’s breath hitched as you kissed the sensitive spot just below his ear, your tongue flicking out to taste his skin.

He held himself together, his body tense but unmoving, his eyes closing as he focused on keeping still. You couldn’t help but admire his resolve, but you were determined to break it.

Your hand slid down his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath under your palm. You moved lower, your fingers teasing the waistband of his pants, knowing exactly where to touch to drive him wild.

Heeseung bit down on his lip, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he fought to stay still. But as your hand slipped inside his pants, brushing against the hard length of him, you could feel his control slipping.

You leaned in close, your lips hovering over his as you whispered, "You’re doing so well, Heeseung. But how much longer can you last?"

His eyes snapped open, filled with a desperate, almost pleading look as you continued your teasing. Your fingers are now playing with the elastic of his Calvin's boxer, getting interrupted by the sound of the clock. Those two minutes were the worst for Heeseung.

You separated from him as you returned to your initial position. "How was it?"

"I would rather die." You laugh at his response, taking the dice again and throwing them eagerly; both of you could feel almost addicted to the game. You both watched the dice show the color red and the word "Dare." Heeseung now took the card and sighed.

"This game wants to torture me."

"But what does it say?" Heeseung cleared his throat so he can read your dare.

Heeseung's voice wavered as he read the card aloud, his eyes darting to you and then back to the words in front of him. "It says… ‘Congrats! This challenge is for the person in front of you! Take off the shirt of that person and touch you wherever you want for the next three minutes.’" He swallowed hard, the nervous energy between you two palpable.

You felt a thrill run through you at the challenge that was not yours anymore, the air thickening with time passed. The dare was bold and intimate, and it was clear that it had already sent Heeseung's mind racing. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours for any sign of uncertainty, but when he saw nothing but eagerness reflected back at him, he let out a breath and slowly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest.

You couldn't help but let your eyes roam over him, taking in the sight of his bare skin and the way his muscles tensed under your gaze. The sight of him, vulnerable and exposed before you, made your heart pound with desire. It's not the first time you saw him like that, but the truth you said before switched something in the air. Heeseung shifted nervously, his cheeks tinged pink with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation as he waited for your touch.

You set the timer on his phone again, the seconds ticking away as you moved closer to him. Your hands hovered just above his skin, the warmth of his body radiating against your palms as you prepared to begin. Heeseung’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes fluttering shut as you finally made contact.

You started slowly, your fingertips barely grazing his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles as you felt him shiver under your touch. The soft gasps that escaped his lips only spurred you on, your movements becoming more confident, more deliberate. You could feel the tension in his body—the way he was holding himself back, trying to maintain control even as your hands explored his skin.

As the seconds ticked by, you let your hands wander lower, trailing down his stomach, feeling the way his muscles clenched beneath your touch. Heeseung’s breathing became ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to keep his composure. You could see the desire in his eyes, the way his lips parted slightly as if he was about to say something but held back.

You leaned in close, your breath ghosting over his neck as your hands found their way to his waist, your fingers brushing against the sensitive skin just above the waistband of his pants. Heeseung’s body tensed, a low groan escaping his lips as he instinctively leaned into your touch.

"Three minutes might not be enough," you whispered against his ear, your voice thick with the same desire that was coursing through you both.

Heeseung’s hands twitched at his sides, his self-control hanging by a thread as you continued to tease him, each touch driving him closer to the edge. The timer went off, signaling the end of the dare, but neither of you moved. The tension between you had reached a boiling point, and it was clear that the game had only just begun.

Heeseung finally opened his eyes, his gaze intense and filled with a hunger that matched your own. "My turn," he said, his voice low and strained, as he reached the dice.

Heeseung took the dice, his hands trembling slightly, his excitement evident; the tension between you both was palpable. He gave them a quick shake before dropping them onto the floor, the sound echoing in the room. The dice rolled to a stop, revealing "truth" and the color red.

"This color is haunting us." Heeseung reached for the red truth card, his fingers brushing against the stack before pulling one out. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting yours as he slowly read the question aloud. "What’s the most unexpected place you’ve ever fantasized about doing something intimate?"

The question hung in the air, thick with implication, and you could see the flush on Heeseung's cheeks deepening. He glanced at you, his flirty demeanor slowly coming up. You took a deep breath, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you like a warm blanket as you waited for the answer.

"There was this one time, we were at that late-night convenience store, and I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to sneak into the storage room with you." Your cheeks flushed as you listened, the memory of the moment making your heart race. "I kept imagining you being pressed against those shelves, knowing anyone could walk in at any moment."

"Fuck, Heeseung. That sounds dangerous."

"I know, baby. But you were wearing that miniskirt that I just couldn't help it." He said, satisfied with your reaction, red cheeks, heavy breathing, and nervous glances to the floor from time to time. "It's your turn, princess."

Your heart pounded at Heeseung's confession, the thought of his desire simmering beneath the surface during such a seemingly mundane moment sending a thrill through you. The heat between you two was almost unbearable now, the game pushing both of you to the brink of something deeper and more intense.

You reached for the dice, your fingers brushing against Heeseung’s as you took them into your hand. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through you, the tension thickening even further. You shook the dice, your mind racing with anticipation as you let them fall onto the floor once more.

"Dare," you announced, the word tumbling from your lips as you glanced down to see the red color showing.

Heeseung smirked, his confidence returning as he picked up the red dare card, his eyes scanning the text before a wicked grin spread across his face. "Looks like we’re about to take this game to another level," he said, his voice laced with excitement as he handed you the card.

You took the card from him, your eyes widening as you read the dare aloud. "Sit on somebody's lap and grind against that person until that person begs you to stop."

A surge of adrenaline rushed through you, your breath catching at the sheer boldness of the dare. You looked up at Heeseung, his expression filled with anticipation, his eyes dark with desire as he waited for you to take the next step.

Without a word, you shifted closer to him, your knees pressing into the soft carpet as you slowly straddled his lap. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, the tension between you palpable as you settled yourself onto him. Heeseung’s hands instinctively found their way to your hips, his grip firm but gentle as he guided you into position.

The sensation of his body pressed against yours sent a shiver down your spine, your heart racing as you began to move, your hips grinding slowly against him. The friction between you was intoxicating; the feel of his hardness beneath you only fuelled your desire.

Heeseung’s breath hitched, his grip on your hips tightening as you continued to move, the soft gasps and groans escaping his lips only spurring you on. His eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back slightly as he struggled to maintain control, his hands clenching and unclenching against your sides.

"Fuck, baby, you’re driving me insane," he muttered, his voice thick with need as he fought to keep himself from begging too soon.

You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear as you whispered, "I want to hear you beg, Heeseung. Don’t hold back."

The words seemed to push him over the edge, his control slipping as he let out a low groan, his hands moving to grip your waist even tighter as you continued your slow, torturous movements. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself back, trying to last just a little longer, but you knew it wouldn’t be long before he broke.

"Please," he finally gasped, his voice strained with desperation as he tightened his grip on you. "Please, baby, I can’t take it anymore. Stop, I’m begging you."

The sound of his pleas sent a rush of satisfaction through you, the power you held over him intoxicating. You slowed your movements, finally stopping as you leaned back to look at him, his face flushed with need, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

"You did so well, Heeseung," you whispered, a smile playing on your lips as you reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over his heated skin.

Heeseung’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze filled with gratitude as he looked up at you. "Your turn again," he said, his voice still breathless but the anticipation of what would come next evident in his eyes.

You took a deep breath, still basking in the afterglow of Heeseung’s desperate pleas. His vulnerability and the power you held over him had heightened the intensity of the game to a new level. As you picked up the dice, your mind raced with what would happen the next round, especially what would bring. You shook them lightly, feeling the weight of both excitement and trepidation.

The dice clattered to a stop on the floor, revealing "Dare" and the color red. A grin spread across your face as you reached for the red dare card, your fingers trembling slightly because of the nerves his aura gave you.

You unfolded the card, your eyes widening as you read the challenge aloud. "Take off all your clothes and choose one person to put on whipped cream in any part of your body and lick it."

Heeseung’s eyes sparkled with excitement. The boldness of the dare was clear, and you could see his pulse quickening at the thought of you being entirely at his mercy. He looked at you with a playful smirk, his hands already moving to comply.

Heeseung returned with a can of whipped cream in hand, his excitement palpable as he set it down beside you. He looked at you with a mix of adoration and mischief, his gaze lingering over your exposed body. The air was thick with anticipation once again, and the room was charged with the electric energy of the game’s next challenge.

You laid on his bed, feeling the cool air against your skin as Heeseung carefully shook the whipped cream can. His hands were steady, but you could see the hint of nervousness in his eyes. He approached you, his fingers brushing against your skin as he positioned the can above your body.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice soft but filled with a playful edge.

You nodded, a shiver of excitement running through you as you anticipated his touch. Heeseung smiled, his gaze locked onto yours as he started to spray the whipped cream over your body. The first cold blast hit your stomach, making you gasp. The sensation of the cool cream against your heated skin was both exhilarating and slightly ticklish.

He continued to cover you, his hands moving with precision as he spread the whipped cream across your breasts, your inner thighs, and on your neck. His touch was gentle yet deliberate, each application of cream causing your breath to hitch with pleasure.

Once he was satisfied with his work, Heeseung leaned in, his breath warm against your skin as he began to lick the whipped cream off. The sensation of his tongue tracing over your body, tasting the sweet cream, was electrifying. Each touch was a tantalizing mix of soft, warm, and wet, making you squirm and moan as he explored every inch of your body.

Heeseung’s hands roamed over you, his touch both reverent and possessive as he made sure to savor every moment. He was methodical, taking his time to ensure that he was making the most of the dare. The way he looked at you, the intensity in his eyes, made it clear that he was completely immersed in the moment, and the pleasure you were both experiencing seemed to be amplifying with every passing second.

As he finished licking off the last of the whipped cream, Heeseung looked up at you, his eyes filled with satisfaction and desire. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

"Are you done?" Heeseung took again the whipped cream and put some of it on your lips.

"Not yet," his lips crushed yours, and you could feel how both of you completely lost it. You could feel that Heeseung got enough of it, and to be honest, so did you. Your pants were already sticking to your core just from looking at you, boyfriend. He separated from you, his glasses fogy, his lips already swollen, and his eyes covered in lust.

He separated from you, taking his clothes off him as you watched him; despite seeing his body every time you guys had sex, your mouth will still water every single time. And to think that when he met you he was a virgin that only knew how to play games.

He took the red "dare" stack and put it on the desk next to his bed, taking one.

"Pick a girl from the circle and ask her permission to eat her out. You have 5 minutes to make her squirt." Heeseung read out loud the card, his free hand index dragging across your entrance, making you gasp in delight. You heard his deep laugh while throwing away the card across the room. "That will be easy."

Heeseung's head stopped in the middle of your legs, his eyes looking at your wet entrance, only taking his eyes out when he set the timer for five minutes. He held his phone in your direction, and with shaking hands, you took it.

"Do the honors." You thumb ghosted on top of the "Start" button, but you did end up pressing it.

"Go" 

As soon as the timer started, Heeseung wasted no time, his tongue moving with deliberate slowness at first, teasing every inch of your sensitive skin. The sensation sent a shiver up your spine, and you gripped the sheets tightly, trying to steady yourself. Heeseung’s eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze almost as overwhelming as the pleasure coursing through you.

He swirled his tongue around your entrance, teasing and tasting before diving in deeper. Your breath hitched, and you could feel the heat pooling in your core as his movements grew more intense. Heeseung alternated between quick flicks of his tongue and long, languid strokes, keeping you on the edge, your body aching for more.

The timer on the phone seemed to tick by slowly, each second stretching out as Heeseung expertly worked you over. His lips latched onto your clitoral area, sucking gently, then harder, sending shockwaves through your body. Your free hand flew to his hair, tugging at the strands, desperate for something to hold onto.

"Fuck! Heeseung, just like that."

Heeseung groaned against you, the vibrations adding another layer of pleasure. "Heeseung, take your face out. I'm going to squirt." You whimpered, your voice trembling as you felt the pressure building inside you.

Instead, he grabbed your thights and let his tongue burry inside you, alternating with your abused clitter until that knot finally snapped. Your slightly pushed Heeseung away as you squirted all over, his tongue out, trying to catch some of it while you were shaking from the overstimulation. He watched you being undone in front of him, a smirk in his face as he listened to the alarm seconds later.

"Baby, let's not waste our time. Pick a card." Heeseung says, but you were still in cloud nine, feeling your orgasm calming down. You had a few seconds to compose yourself until you reached for a card that, after reading it, took away all your exhaustion so that it could be replaced by mischieve.

"Use your favorite sexual toy in another person until that person cums two times." You looked at Heeseung, his eyes wide, not expecting that. You grapped him by his neck until your lips were dancing with his in a passionate dance, love bites coming from him to your lower lips and moans being well received from you.

In a few seconds, you had him below you, hands on your hips and eyes locked in yours. You gave him one last kiss until you went to his closet. He saw you holding your vibrator, already seeing what was coming.

"Are you going to get paid back?" Heeseung asked. He loved that vibrator, and only you two know how much fun he had with that, especially if it was inside you or playing with your clitoral not making you cum.

"Probably." You turned it on, the familiar sound joining to the party; now your head was in front of his dick, admiring his length and thickness as it twitched in anticipation. You smirked, seeing how eager he was despite the surprise in his eyes. "But don't worry, baby. I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it."

Heeseung's breath hitched as you brought the vibrator closer to his sensitive skin, teasing the tip of his cock with gentle vibrations. He groaned, hands tightening on your hair, but you kept the pressure light, just enough to drive him wild without giving him what he really wanted.

"You love this, don't you?" you whispered, pressing the vibrator slightly harder against him. He nodded, biting his lip as he tried to keep his composure, but it was a losing battle. His body was already betraying him, hips bucking up toward the toy as he craved more.

You loved watching him like this—so desperate, so needy, but still trying to hold back. It made the power shift between you both even more intoxicating. Slowly, you dragged the vibrator down his shaft, watching his abs clench in response, before trailing it back up, lingering at the tip.

"Fuck," Heeseung hissed, eyes squeezed shut. "Don't tease me."

You chuckled, but the sound was laced with desire. "I think you forgot who's in control here."

With that, you increased the intensity, pressing the vibrator firmly against his length while your free hand stroked him in sync with the vibrations. His moans grew louder, and you knew he was close, his body trembling beneath you.

"Damn it, baby." His voice was getting slightly higher, making your core more wet than it already was, ready for another round of his tongue or dick. You didn't even care at this point.

"Cum for me, baby," you whispered against his skin, your lips brushing his inner thigh as you urged him over the edge. "Let go."

It didn't take long before he was doing exactly that, his release spilling over your hand as he gasped your name, his entire body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. You didn’t give him much time to recover, though, as you immediately turned the vibrator back on, applying it to his overstimulated cock.

His eyes flew open in surprise, but the look of bliss was still there, mixing with the overwhelming sensation of the vibrator pushing him toward another climax. You went back again to his lips, shutting his moans as you put some preassure on his neck with your hand. You could tell that deep inside, he liked that action.

"Does it feel good, Heeseung?" He looked into your eyes, nodding in bliss. "Use your words, love."

"It feels so fucking—God," he threw his head back, feeling his second orgasm coming like a tidal wave, ready to crush him.

"You’re going to cum for me again," you demanded, your voice low and commanding. "And you're going to do it on my mouth."

Heeseung groaned, hips bucking involuntarily as the vibrator did its job. His hands moved from your hips to grip the sheets beneath him, his knuckles turning white from the intensity of his grip. You could see the struggle in his eyes, the way he fought against the pleasure that was overtaking him, but it was a battle he was destined to lose.

And that was exactly how you wanted it.

Before long, he was trembling beneath you again, his second orgasm ripping through him with a force that left him gasping for air as you went down on him, copying his previous action, tongue outside your mouth without breaking eye contact. You watched him, satisfaction filling you as he rode out the waves of pleasure, knowing you were the one who had pushed him to this point.

When he finally calmed down, his chest heaving with exertion, you leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "How was that for payback?" you asked, your tone teasing but soft.

Heeseung let out a breathless laugh, pulling you down beside him. "I'm never playing with that vibrator that way on you," he murmured, but the smile on his face told you that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

"Let me pick your card" with a playful grin, your fingers brushing over the deck as you drew another card. The anticipation in the room was thick, both of you still recovering from the intense round of pleasure, but the game wasn’t over yet.

Heeseung watched you with a mix of curiosity and lingering desire as you read the card aloud. "Kiss every inch of your partner’s body without skipping a spot," you read, your voice taking on a sultry tone. You looked at Heeseung, his eyes darkening with renewed anticipation, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Looks like it’s my turn to make you feel good,” he whispered, the promise of what was to come evident in your gaze.

Heeseung’s hands slid up your sides, his touch sending a shiver down your spine as he repositioned you beneath him. His gaze locked onto yours, the playful glint in his eyes now replaced with something darker, more intense. You could feel the anticipation building in your chest, every nerve ending in your body buzzing with the thrill of what was to come.

He started at your lips, kissing you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The kiss was a prelude, a promise of the pleasure he was about to deliver. When he finally pulled away, his lips trailed down to your neck, leaving a hot, wet path as he moved lower.

Every inch of your skin was treated with the same reverence—his kisses soft yet passionate, his breath warm against your skin. Heeseung’s hands followed the path of his lips, caressing your body with gentle, lingering touches that made you arch into him, craving more.

He paused at your collarbone, nipping at the sensitive skin there before continuing his journey downward. When he reached your breasts, he took his time, his lips teasing and his tongue circling your nipples until you were gasping, your hands tangling in his hair as he worshipped your body with his mouth.

"I'm so lucky to have you." Heeseung murmured against your skin, his voice thick with desire and adoration as he continued his exploration. His lips moved lower, kissing along your ribcage, then down to your stomach, each touch making your heart race faster.

As he kissed his way over your hips, he looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust. The look in his eyes made your breath catch, a silent promise that he wasn’t done with you yet. Heeseung’s hands gripped your thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between them, his lips hovering just above the most sensitive part of you.

He kissed the inside of your thighs, teasing you with light, feather-like touches that had you writhing beneath him, desperate for more. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, every nerve in your body screaming for his touch, but he took his time, savoring every moment and every reaction he pulled from you.

When he finally reached your core, he didn’t hesitate, his mouth latching onto you with a hunger that made you cry out because of your second oral. His tongue moved with practiced skill, finding every spot that made you gasp, every movement calculated to drive you closer to the edge. Heeseung’s hands held your hips steady, keeping you in place as he worked you toward your release, his eyes never leaving your face as he watched the pleasure wash over you.

It didn’t take long before you were treading on the brink, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensations he was giving you. "Heeseung," you gasped, your voice barely a whisper as you felt your orgasm building, overwhelming you with its force.

"Cum for me," he murmured against you, his voice a low, sultry command that sent you spiraling over the edge. Your release crashed through you like a tidal wave, your body arching off the bed as you called out his name, your hands gripping the sheets as you rode out the pleasure he had given you.

Heeseung didn’t stop until you were completely spent, his tongue slowing as you came down from your high. When he finally pulled away, his lips were slick with your arousal, a satisfied smirk playing on his face as he kissed his way back up your body.

"All fours for me, baby." Like a spell, you were in all fours on your bed, a loud moan escaping your lips when his palm hit you ass with a sharp slap that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Heeseung's hand lingered on your skin, soothing the sting with a gentle rub before he delivered another, his dominance clear in every movement.

"You look so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire. He kneeled behind you, his hands tracing the curve of your back before grabbing your hips, positioning you exactly how he wanted. He pushed your back so low so that your ass is up and proud in front of him.

You felt him align himself with your entrance, the tip of his cock teasing you, just barely entering before he pulled back. Heeseung was drawing out the moment, making you beg for him, his control over you absolute. "Tell me how much you want it," he demanded, his voice rough with restraint.

"Please, Heeseung," you whimpered, your need for him overwhelming. "I need you inside me. Please."

Your plea was all it took for him to finally give in. With a deep, satisfied groan, Heeseung thrust into you, filling you completely in one smooth motion. The sensation was overwhelming, the fullness of him pushing you into a world of pleasure that had you gasping for breath.

He didn't hold back, setting a pace that was rough and relentless, every thrust hitting deeper than the last. The sounds of your bodies moving together, the wet slaps of skin against skin, and your combined moans filled the room, a symphony of raw, unfiltered desire.

Heeseung’s grip on your hips tightened as he pounded into you, his fingers digging into your flesh with possessive intensity that only fueled the fire burning inside you. You pushed back against him, meeting his every thrust, your body craving the pleasure he was giving you.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Heeseung growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You feel so fucking good around me."

His words pushed you closer to the edge, the coil of pleasure in your stomach winding tighter with every thrust. You were moaning so loud that Heeseung had to cover your mouth with his hand as the other one grabbed your neck from the back; his pace was faster than ever, and your eyes rolled back.

He was being rough, and you were living for it.

"Fuck, you like being treated like a slut." You clenched around him; you should feel ashamed of being called a slut, but when it came to your boyfriend and this type of scenario, you didn't give a fuck.

You could feel another orgasm building, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable, you took his hand off your mouth, breathing deeply as you felt your saliva drowling from your mouth. "Heeseung, I’m going—"

"Cum for me," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. "Be a good slut and cum all over my cock."

With one final, hard thrust and a spank, he pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body shaking with the force of it as you cried out his name, your walls clenching around him as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

Heeseung followed closely behind, his pace faltering as your release triggered his own. With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself inside you, his body tensing as he spilled into you, the warmth of his release sending another shiver down your spine.

For a moment, the two of you remained locked together, your bodies trembling with the aftershocks of your shared release. Heeseung finally got out of you, and you collapsed, with him following later as he saw his own cum mixing with yours coming down from your pussy and pushing it back, forcing you to close your legs.

He gathered you in his arms, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "How was that?" he asked, his voice gentle, a stark contrast to the intensity of the moments before.

You looked up at him, a lazy smile spreading across your face. "I think you win this round," you whispered, your voice still breathless.

Heeseung chuckled softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. "Let’s call it a draw," he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. "We’re both winners tonight. But that was." Heeseung started, still trying to find his words.

"Incredible," you finished for him, your voice a breathy whisper as you snuggled into his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against your cheek.

His hand runned through your hair as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You always know how to make these games a little too intense."

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his embrace as your body slowly started to relax. "You’re the one who wanted to play."

"And I’m so glad we did," he murmured, his voice filled with contentment as he held you close. The two of you lay there in comfortable silence, the weight of the night’s activities lulling you both into a peaceful state of exhaustion.

"Maybe next time we can make your fantasy come true." You looked at him as he said that, his cheeks getting red as he put back his glasses on. Was he really the same guy that fucked your brains out a few minutes ago?

"God, you’re adorable when you’re shy like this," you teased, gently running your fingers through his hair. Heeseung’s cheeks flushed even deeper, a mixture of embarrassment and affection lighting up his eyes.

"It’s hard to be anything but shy when you keep being so straight-forward," he replied, his voice soft but laced with genuine admiration. "I meant what I said, though. I really do want to explore those fantasies with you."

You nuzzled closer, the warmth of his body and the softness of his touch making you feel safe and cherished. "I’d love that," you whispered, your eyes closing as you basked in the afterglow of your intimacy.

Heeseung’s fingers continued their gentle exploration of your back, his touch light and soothing. "I’ll hold you to that," he murmured, pressing a final, tender kiss to your forehead.

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: my loser heeseung agenda is always open tbh, dedicated to my doll @dollyyun and boss @taeghi (but it's actually for everybody ngl) banner sill be change in a few hours ♡ 🦋

once an amazing philosopher said:

"just rail me up already, i can be a sub too and I'm already yours."

and that amazing philosopher was me 🤓

i told you all before and I will again, jungwon and ni-ki will have the jungkook glow up. YOU'RE WELCOME

[JUNGWON] 🫠

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE EVER SCREAMED AT UNI. LOVE LOVE LOVE

Melting Point | Bonus Chapter

ice skater!sunghoon x gf!reader warnings: smut (mdni), oral (f.rec), pussy muncher hoon is back, unprotected sex, very bad descriptions about ice skating, cheesy and wholesome (not sorry one bit), not proofread, if i missed any lmk! w.c: 12k synopsis: with sunghoon and minhee competing at the winter olympics, you're in the most romantic city in the world. your nerves are strung high for both of them but your boyfriend has a surprise once everything is said and done. masterlist** a/n: hi! my melting point lovers, this is for you and only you! i hit 4k followers on this blog and i thought, what better way than give my lovely people a bc of the fic that got me my first 1k followers! plus, i missed them like crazy and i felt like this was a nice wrap to their story. as always, comments, feedback, reblogs and likes are all welcome.

** if you haven't read mp then this will probably not make sense to you but if you really wanted to, you could read it as a stand alone. this is also dedicated to 🌊 anon bc no one loves mp quite like them 🙏🏻

Kicking your feet, you sit at the edge of the hotel bed, watching your boyfriend pack the last few costume pieces into his gym bag. He looks so pretty in front of you; his dark hair is freshly cut but still long enough that some of his fringe dangles in front of his face. His body is strong and dependable, just like always, and his concentrated look adds cuteness to him despite his typical handsome charm. 

The room is filled with the quiet rustle of fabric and the faint scent of his cologne, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. Your heart swells with affection as you watch him, every detail etching itself into your memory - the ripple of his muscles under his shirt, the furrow of his brows, and the gentle way he handles even the most delicate pieces. 

"I miss you," you blurt out, the words slipping past your lips before you can stop them.

Sunghoon stops packing and looks up, his thick eyebrows raised in confusion. "Sweets, I'm standing right in front of you," he says, pointing to himself with a puzzled expression and a small, amused smile playing on his lips.

“I know, but we’ve hardly seen each other,” you begin, rising from the bed and approaching him with a slight pout. “We’ve been in the most romantic city in the world for the past four days, and I’ve seen you for a collective twenty minutes.”

Chuckling softly, Sunghoon shakes his head. “I mean, I am competing at the Olympics. That kinda requires my attention,” he explains, though the playful glint in his eyes betrays the lightness of his tone.

“I require your attention,” you counter, sulking slightly, though you’re aware of the unfairness in your complaint. He’s been relentlessly training for the biggest and final skate of his professional career, and here you are, feeling neglected because he is rightfully busy. You should be cheering him on and savouring every moment you get to spend together, especially since the competition is this afternoon.

Despite your unreasonable grumbling, Sunghoon's expression remains warm and understanding. With a gentle sigh, he pulls you into his embrace, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting your head against his chest. You can feel the rhythmic thrum of his heartbeat and the slight rumble of laughter he’s holding back, a comforting vibration against your ear.

"Paris isn’t all that anyway. I mean, what is there to see anyway? Nice restaurants? The Louvre? The Wall of I Love You? Sounds awful if you ask me." The sarcasm in his voice is dripping with humour, each word teasing you softly.

You lift your head to look up at him, unable to suppress a smile at his exaggerated complaints. His eyes, filled with a mix of affection and mischief, meet yours. “You’re impossible,” you say, shaking your head but feeling your heart lighten.

Sunghoon leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “And you’re my favourite distraction,” he murmurs, his breath warm and reassuring against your skin. “But I promise, Sweets, after this competition, we’ll have all the time in the world to explore Paris. And I’ll make sure to give you all the attention you deserve.”

His eyes gleam with the love he always shows you, but there’s a subtle shadow of uncertainty behind them. Though you haven’t been able to spend much time together since arriving, you’ve been by his side for months leading up to this moment. You understand how much this means to him.

Sunghoon’s training for this prestigious event has been nothing short of gruelling. Hours upon hours spent perfecting his routines, pushing his body to its limits, and honing his skills have left little room for anything else. It was his decision to leave the competitive world of figure skating after the Winter Olympics, shifting his focus to coaching and leading a less hectic life - a choice he is content with. However, this final performance carries immense weight, and the pressure is almost suffocating. Once it’s over, he can finally breathe, but for now, his lungs and heart are trapped in a cage of nerves and anticipation.

“How are you feeling about it?” you ask softly, pressing gentle kisses over his heart, hoping to soothe the tension you know is building inside him.

“Fine,” he replies, but the tightness in his voice betrays him.

You give him a pointed stare, silently urging him to be honest with you. His facade crumbles, and he lets out a heavy sigh, nodding reluctantly. “Shitting myself. If I fuck up, I don’t have a chance to redeem myself. This is what I’ll be known for forever.”

The weight of this final performance hangs heavily on Sunghoon’s shoulders. The relentless drive to be perfect, to deliver a flawless routine, feels almost unbearable. The thought of a single misstep, a minor flaw, is paralysing. He knows that in the world of figure skating, this performance will be his legacy. The pressure to be remembered as a champion, to leave the ice with no regrets, is a relentless force pressing down on him. His heart races at the mere thought of stepping onto the ice, every nerve in his body taut with the anticipation of the moment that could define his career.

“Hey,” you say softly, cupping his face in your hands and forcing him to meet your gaze. “You’ve already proven yourself time and time again. No matter what happens, you’ve achieved so much. I believe in you, and everyone who loves you believes in you too.”

He shakes his head, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. “It’s not just about what I’ve done. It’s about how I finish. Everyone remembers the ending, and if I screw this up...”

“You won’t screw it up,” you interrupt gently. “You’ve worked so hard for this. You’re more prepared than anyone else out there.”

“But what if I’m not?” he asks, his voice trembling slightly. “What if I stumble, or fall, or miss a beat? This is my last chance to get it right. There are no do-overs.”

You tighten your hold on his face, bringing his forehead to rest against yours. “Listen to me, Sunghoon. You’re human. Perfection isn’t the goal, that is still the lingering words of your mum talking; it’s about doing your best and knowing you gave it everything you had. You’ve done that already. You’ve pushed beyond limits, and you’ve inspired so many people, including me.”

He closes his eyes, absorbing your words. “I’m so scared,” he admits, his vulnerability laid bare. “What if it’s not enough?”

“It is enough,” you say firmly. “You are enough. And no matter what happens, I’ll be right here, proud of you. Always.”

It’s not often you see your boyfriend doubt himself like this, not since his mum has been out of the picture and he has actually started to enjoy skating again. But you can understand why he is so nervous and self-diminishing his abilities. This is the Olympics, something that he has been dreaming about since he was a little boy. That would put a weight on anyone’s shoulder never mind it being the definitive.

You lean up and press a tender kiss to his lips, pouring all your love and reassurance into the gesture. He kisses you back, his grip on you tightening as if drawing strength from your unwavering support. When you pull back, you see a flicker of resolve in his eyes, a reminder of why he’s made it this far.

Sunghoon’s expression softens, a gentle smile spreading across his face. He nuzzles his nose against yours, a sweet and intimate gesture that makes your heart flutter. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he murmurs, his eyes glistening with affection as they lock onto yours.

You let out a soft, breathless laugh, feeling a wave of warmth envelop you. “Well, good thing you don’t have to find out,” you reply, your voice laced with both tenderness and playful teasing.

He pulls you closer, his arms encircling you in a protective embrace, his fingers digging gently into your t-shirt. “I love you,” he whispers, his breath warm and comforting against your ear. “So freaking much, Sweets.”

“I love you too,” you murmur back, letting the words settle between you like a shared secret.

Sunghoon’s smirk suddenly makes an appearance, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Alright, but seriously,” he says, leaning back slightly to meet your gaze with a teasing glint. “Who are you rooting for to win? Me or Minhee?”

The question catches you off guard, and you blink at him in surprise. “I’m rooting for both of you, obviously!” you protest, your tone a mix of exasperation and disbelief.

Sunghoon arches an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Come on, Sweets. Let’s say the stakes are higher. Gun to your head, who takes the top podium: me or Minhee?”

You let out an exasperated sigh, swatting at his chest playfully. “You’re ridiculous, you know that? Minhee is my brother but also my client. It’s literally in my job description to root for him!”

Sunghoon chuckles, the sound resonating deeply from his chest, warm and infectious. “So, what you’re saying is, if it weren’t for your job, you’d be rooting for me?”

You roll your eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips despite your best efforts to stay serious. “None of you will let this rivalry go, huh? It’s like you both live for these little competitions till this day.”

Shrugging, Sunghoon picks up his bag, slinging it effortlessly across his shoulder. "Old habits die hard," he replies, a sly twinkle in his eye. He reaches out and pinches your cheek gently, his touch light but affectionate. “But I’ll just say you want me to win.”

As you open your mouth to retaliate and defend yourself, he leans in and plants a quick, playful kiss on your nose. The unexpected touch makes your face flush with a delightful mix of embarrassment and affection. You blink up at him, momentarily disarmed by his endearing gesture.

Sunghoon’s grin widens, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Gotta go,” he says, stepping back with a playful wink. “Remember, I’m competing right after Minhee, so try to stick around that area so I can see you. Can’t win without my good luck charm rinkside.”

He makes his way toward the hotel door, his confident stride carrying him with an air of excitement. Just before he exits, he glances back over his shoulder, his eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and warmth. “I love you, Sweets.”

“I love you more, Hoon.”

_____

The moment Sunghoon walks into the changing room, he is hit by a mix of heat, sweat, and deodorant. It’s not like he isn’t used to it, every sports locker room is the same, even when he used to share it with the hockey boys at the Albion. Sunghoon is a particularly clean person, however, so the sight and scent are still disgusting to his senses.

What is a sight for sore eyes though, is his best friend Minhee sitting under his assigned peg as he ties the laces of his black, shiny skates, his facial expression serious though the task is mundane and easy to carry out. 

That’s the thing about competition day, everything is charged to 100 and even the simplest of actions can feel like a monument. And since this has been Minhee’s ambition - even competing at the Olympics never mind winning - he is feeling the pressure like he is a car under a compressor, two seconds away from being crushed scraps and thrown into the heap with the rest of the junk.

Despite that, when he hears someone approaching, he looks up to see his rival-turned-friend-turned-rival for one last day and plasters a smile on his face, hiding the tension in his frame.

“Hey, Hoon,” he greets simply, straightening up to look at him, squinting his eye slightly at the overhead light casting a heavenly glow around the skater. He doesn’t know what watt they have in Paris bulbs but he sure as hell misses the dullness of the Belmore, never complaining about the flickering yellow and burnt bulbs again.

Returning his smile, Sunghoon sits beside him, clasping a hand onto the boy's shoulder and rubbing it slightly, emitting a similar feeling to a brief massage. “Hey, Min.” 

“How is my lover this morning?” Minhee winks, enjoying the relief from Sunghoon’s hand. He knew he should have taken up the offer for Wonyoung to give him a full body massage, but he didn’t want to get too loose, or the real reason, fuck her until his alarm blared cruelly in the morning.

Shaking his head, Sunghoon retrieves his hand and sighs, running it lazily through his locks. “Shitting a brick, to be honest. You?”

Spitting out a laugh, your brother nods. “Same. Once this is over do you want to get into construction? I’m shitting enough bricks to build a mansion.”

The sarcastic notion allows Sunghoon to relax and laugh alongside his buddy, the air a little lighter with the ease of the conversation. For Sunghoon, growing up with no friends in this field meant he only had his mum to confide in, who wouldn’t even let him air his worries, stating that it created a negative mindset and would ruin his chances. So having Minhee by his side is a welcomed change.

Your brother and boyfriend have gotten so close since Nationals that you have practically become the third wheel when they are together. You understand, though; as much as you love and empathise with the gruelling training and pressure, you will never understand them the way they do one another. 

And with Minhee now crazily in love with not only your boyfriend but his girlfriend Wonyoung, it means you get to spend time with her too.  She’s been teaching you how to skate and sharing insights from her own experience managing herself, which has been incredibly helpful for your role as Minhee’s manager. You love having her around, and double dates have become some of the highlights of your life.

Unzipping his duffle, Sunghoon begins to retrieve his handmade costume, looking at it with unfiltered awe. Rina outdid herself this time, the black sheer top with black and red gemstones splattered over it in the shape of a deconstructed heart fits perfectly with his heartbreak-themed performance. You had come up with the idea to skate to a song that signifies farewell but nothing obvious like Adele or Lewis Capaldi, something that people would remember. Eventually, after listening to hours of playlists curated on Spotify, some named after ex-lovers or ‘songs to get over One Direction too’, he finally settled upon Porter Robinson’s Goodbye to a World. It’s not what he is used to, the electronic track a stark contrast to his usual melodic symphonies, but with the song signifying a bittersweet end that promises brighter days ahead, he couldn’t think of a better song.

Once your best friend and Sunghoon’s self-proclaimed stylist heard the song, she came up with this jewelled masterpiece. She felt heartache with a slice of redemption in the lyrics, hence, the heart isn’t broken or whole, it is simply there to feel how it wants to as it trails up his side and over his chest.

Minhee glances over at the top and smiles brightly. “Looks good, man. I’m going to steal her once you retire,” he jokes, but there’s a hint of seriousness in his eyes. He had already messaged Rina the moment he found out she was the one who designed the famous blue National outfit.

“I’m sure she’ll be more than willing,” Sunghoon replies fondly, hooking the top behind him. “She’s changing her final project to costume design. You can be her model. Just be prepared to give her some freebies from those new brand deals you have.”

Ever since you became Minhee’s manager, you’ve done a far better job than your mom did in her 15-plus years of managing him. Brands lined up at the door as soon as Nationals were over, eager to partner with Korea’s number one skater. The initial wave of attention was overwhelming. Your first day on the job was filled with countless emails about potential sponsors and multiple love letters asking you to play matchmaker.

But you made it clear to Minhee that these decisions were his to make. After years of your mom forcing him into deals he didn’t care about for quick cash, you insisted that he choose the ones he genuinely wanted, and you would handle the details. Being the brother you know and love, the first sponsor he accepted was Aston Martin. The promise of a new car to impress Wonyoung was too tempting to resist.

Laughing, Minhee nods in agreeance to Sunghoon’s statement, already planning to steal some cosmetics from the Black Rouge shoot he has in two weeks. 

Finishing up his laces, your brother stands and checks the stability of his skates, wobbling back and forth a few times. “I can’t believe we need to get dressed and everything just to wait around for hours,” he complains, thinking about the long wait ahead. The pair have at least 5 hours to wait before they can even take to the ice, and with no practice rink like the Nationals, it’s a waiting game.

“I know,” Sunghoon agrees, beginning to get changed, discarding his casual clothes. “Y/N was hinting at spending some time together this morning. I felt so bad leaving her when I could have taken her to that La Bossue cafe she was talking about on the plane here,” he says regrettably, sleeking his black slacks on.

If anyone understands, it’s Minhee. This is his and Wonyoung’s first holiday together, even though they’re both competing. He wants to spend time sightseeing and kissing her outside Sacré-Coeur Basilica.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he picks up one of Sunghoon’s skates and starts unhooking the strings. This is a trust that had to be rebuilt, especially after what happened between them, but it’s a gesture Minhee likes to do as a constant apology for his previous actions.

“How is my Bubs anyway?” Minhee asks, referring to you. Your absence when he woke up this morning meant he hadn’t seen you yet. It’s not very professional from a client-manager perspective, considering this is the biggest skate of his life, but he’ll let it slide since Sunghoon probably needs your presence more right now.

“Adorably clingy and beautiful as always,” Sunghoon replies, his tone filled with adoration as he recalls your pout when he said goodbye this morning.

The love painted on Sunghoon’s face makes Minhee’s expression fall into fake annoyance. The older skater pretends to gag, a running bit he does whenever you and your boyfriend get a bit too mushy for his liking.

Once Sunghoon has his sparkly costume fully on, he notices Minhee’s antics and rolls his eyes. “Oh, get over it, Min. We’ve been together for over half a year now,” he smirks, snatching his skate from Minhee.

“Don’t I know it? I’ve been stuck watching you both eat each other’s faces for the past four months,” Minhee grimaces in disgust.

“Well, I hope you haven’t been watching me eat your sis-”

“Right, that’s my cue to get the fuck out of here,” Minhee interrupts, raising his hands in mock surrender. The playful banter and easy camaraderie between the two skaters are a testament to how far they’ve come. Sunghoon's laughter fills the room, rich and genuine, a sound that brings warmth to the moment.

“I’ll meet you out there, save me a seat,” Sunghoon says, settling back onto the bench to lace up his skates. His fingers move with practised precision, threading the laces through the eyelets with ease. He glances up briefly, his eyes meeting Minhee’s, a silent communication of mutual respect and friendship.

Minhee pauses at the door, turning back with a mischievous grin. “Do you want anything from catering?” he asks, his eyebrows quirking in a playful challenge.

Sunghoon’s response is immediate. “Yeah, grab me a chocolate muffin.”

Minhee’s expression shifts to one of exaggerated horror, his eyes widening theatrically. “The ones Henrik guards with his life? You want me to die?”

A smirk tugs at the corners of Sunghoon’s mouth, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Minhee laughs a deep, infectious sound. “Give me a kiss and I’ll think about it,” he teases, leaning in with puckered lips, his face comically close to Sunghoon’s.

Sunghoon pushes him away with a playful shove, shaking his head in mock exasperation. “Get out of here, you idiot,” he chuckles, his tone filled with affectionate humour.

Minhee backs away, still laughing. “Alright, alright. I’ll see what I can do about that muffin. But if Henrik comes after me, I’m blaming you,” he says, pointing a finger at Sunghoon before disappearing out the door.

Sunghoon finishes lacing his skates, a fond smile lingering on his lips. Talking with his friend like this has helped ease some of the lingering apprehension and doubts in his mind. If Minhee can remain calm, or at least fake it, when this skate means just as much to him, then Sunghoon can do it too.

He’s going to make everyone proud out there, especially himself.

_____

You stand nervously next to Minhee, holding his hand impossibly tight as you both await his first Olympic skate. Honestly, you might be more nervous than him. For months, you have watched him batter and bruise his body attempting to perfect the hardest move in his routine—the Quadruple Lutz.

At Nationals, Minhee did the impossible and landed a quadruple Axel, a feat almost unheard of in figure skating. The moment was surreal, the entire arena holding its breath as he launched himself into the air, his body spinning at a dizzying speed. For what seemed like an eternity, he hung in the air, a blur of motion and grace. When his blades touched down on the ice with a clean, precise landing, the crowd erupted into a deafening roar. It was his greatest achievement, a moment of sheer perfection that few skaters ever reach.

Despite this triumph, Minhee knew better than to put his faith in landing it again at the Olympics. The stakes were higher, the judges more stringent, and any minor mistake could cost him dearly. The fluidity and overall performance were crucial here, and a fall on such a difficult jump could overshadow the rest of his routine. Instead, he had decided to go with the Quadruple Lutz—a move that, while safer than the quadruple Axel, was still incredibly challenging and demanding.

For months, he has landed on his ass, the echoes of his chosen song "Home" by Daughter becoming his laughing track until finally, he was able to do it with some ease. Minhee has a habit of getting his blade caught in the toe before launching, a flaw that Coach Kim has grilled him over time and time again because it is a stupid mistake that can easily be remedied.

That is what is weighing him down. He feels confident in his routine, but that one slip could be the difference between standing on a podium and leaving with his tail between his legs. Resting your head on his shoulder, you offer silent encouragement as you see one of the coordinators come over, signalling that it's almost time.

"Minhee," you whisper softly, lifting your head to meet his eyes. "I believe in you. You've worked so hard for this, and you've overcome so much. No matter what happens out there, you’re already a champion in my eyes.”

He turns his head slightly to look at you, his eyes reflecting a mix of nerves and gratitude. "Thanks, Bubs. That means a lot," he murmurs, a small, appreciative smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You squeeze his hand gently, your thumb brushing reassuringly over his knuckles. "Remember, it’s not just about the jumps. It’s about the story you tell out there. Skate like you’re sharing a piece of your heart with everyone watching. And if you get nervous, just think of Wonyoung and me cheering you on. We’re with you every step of the way."

“Y/N, you’re not gunning for my job too are you?” Coach Kim interjects with a teasing tone, poking his head from behind Minhee. You were so wrapped up in nerves you almost forgot he was there. “She’s right though, Min, performance is key here, if you think you can’t do any of the jumps, substitute it and we’ll take the deductions. They will be less than if you crash.”

Minhee takes a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He nods, a determined glint returning to his eyes. "I don’t need to sub, I can do everything,” he replies with arrogance but you can see the tremble in his chin as he speaks, nerves seeking their way out of his body in any way they can.

“You have been spending far too much time with Park, your cockiness is extra heightened.” Coach Kim slaps him on the back, touch lingering there for added assurance. If anyone believes in him as much as you do, it’s Coach.

The coordinator gives the final signal, and Minhee stands up, releasing your hand but not before giving it one last, firm squeeze. "See you on the other side, Bubs," he says with a wink, trying to infuse some lightness into the moment.

You watch as he heads towards the rink, feeling a mix of pride and anticipation. "Go get em’, Mini," you whisper under your breath, knowing that whatever happens, Minhee is ready to give it his all.

He steps onto the ice, and the world narrows down to the crisp sound of his skates carving through the surface and the soft, haunting melody of his chosen song filling the arena. The starting pose is simple yet powerful: Minhee stands tall and poised at the centre of the rink, his back straight and his gaze distant. His arms are extended slightly, creating a frame of elegance around him. The music begins softly, and he closes his eyes for a brief moment, drawing in the calm before the storm.

As the music swells, Minhee starts his program with a series of intricate footwork sequences. His movements are fluid and precise, every step and turn executed with grace. His body flows seamlessly from one movement to the next, the choreography reflecting a deep, emotive connection with the music. The audience is captivated by the narrative unfolding on the ice—a story told through every glide, spin, and leap.

Minhee’s first major element is a series of spins, beginning with a fast, clean camel spin. He transitions into a sit spin, his body folding gracefully as he maintains a steady, controlled rotation. The audience watches in awe as he moves effortlessly between the spins, his form perfect and his speed unbroken.

The anticipation builds as he nears the pivotal moment of his routine - the quadruple lutz. Minhee takes a deep breath, his focus sharpening as he glides toward the takeoff point.

He picks up speed, his skates slicing through the ice with powerful, rhythmic strides. As he approaches the takeoff, you can see the concentration etched on his face. The quadruple lutz requires a precise and powerful launch, and Minhee’s years of hard work have led him to this moment. He performs a deep, smooth edge before leaping into the air.

From your vantage point, the moment feels almost surreal. You can see the determination and the slight tension in his body as he completes each rotation. His landing will determine the success of this routine. As he descends, his blades graze the ice with a delicate touch. You watch with bated breath, the entire arena silent, waiting for the impact.

He lands the jump cleanly, his body absorbing the impact with a controlled grace. There is a brief pause as he glides out of the jump, his movements smooth and confident. The audience erupts into gentle applause, filling the arena. Minhee’s face lights up with a mix of relief and elation, his eyes briefly searching the crowd for a glimpse of familiar faces.

When he comes across yours, a blur due to the rapidness of your jumping, he knows he’s done enough to make you proud, which wouldn’t be hard, but it’s nice to see you buzzing with glee now that he has successfully landed his hardest move, giving him enough confidence to finish his performance with intentional but relaxed tension.

As the music reaches its climax, Minhee performs a series of intricate step sequences, his footwork sharp and precise. His movements are quick and expressive, reflecting the emotional high point of the routine. He concludes with a final pose - his arms extended, his body arching gracefully as he holds the position for a heartbeat before the music fades.

The final note lingers in the air as Minhee holds his ending pose. The arena is a sea of applause and cheers, and Minhee takes a moment to soak in the overwhelming response. He smiles, a mixture of relief and pride evident in his expression, as he skates to the edge of the rink to greet his coach and the one person who has been by his side every step of this journey.

You watch with tears of joy in your eyes as Minhee glides toward you, his performance complete. The routine has been a triumph, a testament to his dedication and skill. Whatever the final score, you know that this moment will be remembered as a defining achievement in his career. After all, he had just performed a flawless routine at the Winter Olympics.

Minhee approaches the side of the rink and his face reflects a mix of relief and exhilaration. He bends down to carefully slip on his protective blades. The clinking sound of the skates against the ice seems to punctuate the end of his extraordinary performance. Once he's secured his blades, he makes his way toward you, his steps light but purposeful.

Without a word, you rush forward and envelop him in a tight, joyous hug. The embrace is fierce and full of unspoken pride and admiration. Minhee’s arms encircle you, holding you close as he buries his face in your shoulder. For a moment, the world around you fades away, and it’s just the two of you, wrapped in a cocoon of shared triumph and emotional release.

When you finally pull back, you can see the glistening in Minhee’s eyes, his smile wider than you’ve ever seen. “You were incredible,” you whisper, brushing a stray tear from your cheek.

He grins, his eyes sparkling with happiness. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Bubs.”

“Sure you could have, you’re the Kang Minhee after all.”

“Who is nothing without the Kang Y/N,” he retorts, ruffling your hair playfully as the emotions in his body swirl and threaten to overflow through his eyes. But he holds it together, knowing that he still has to wait for the score, easily the most nervewracking part.

As the scores are about to be announced, you both sit with Coach Kim in the waiting area, hearts racing in unison. The scoreboard flickers to life, and the crowd holds its collective breath. The numbers slowly come into focus, each digit reflecting the culmination of months of hard work and dedication.

You glance at Minhee, who is watching the scoreboard with a mix of hope and anxiety. The realisation that he has done everything he possibly could, that his performance was nothing short of spectacular, brings a surge of pride and love.

The first number flashes, followed by another, and then the total score is revealed: '324.60'. The audience erupts into a thunderous roar, and you can barely contain your excitement. Minhee’s face lights up with an ecstatic grin as he takes in the numbers, a little dumbfounded to believe it.

Your eyes quickly scan the leaderboard, and you see the name Yuga Kagiyama at the top. The Japanese skater has posted an even higher score, placing him just ahead of Minhee. But Minhee’s score is nothing short of extraordinary, putting him in a close second place. The competition is fierce, but Minhee’s performance has clearly made a significant impact, and with only Sunghoon and one other skater to take to the ice, his chances of snagging an Olympic medal are high.

“You did it, Minhee!” you exclaim, hugging him tightly again, overwhelmed with pride. Your brother is about to be an Olympic medalist, something you have heard him go on and on about since you were little, and here he is achieving it with you by his side.

You and Minhee embrace, the weight of the moment sinking in. Your eyes brim with tears of joy as you hold your brother, feeling his heart pounding against yours. Coach Kim wraps an arm around both of you, his normally stern face softened by pride and emotion. The three of you stand there, on a small triumphant island amid the chaos of the cheering crowd.

Coach Kim gives Minhee a shining smile, his voice thick with emotion. "You've worked hard for this moment, Minhee. This is your victory. You've earned it with every drop of sweat and every ounce of effort."

Thankful, Minhee puts his hand on Coach Kim’s shoulder and sighs a final breath of relief, happy to have the pressure off his shoulders. "We did it, Coach," he murmurs, a smile playing on his lips. Coach Kim nods, giving Minhee a firm pat on the back, his pride evident.

After a few more moments of celebration, officials signal that it's time to move. As you're escorted towards the exit, Minhee suddenly stops and jerks his head back towards the rink.

"Sunghoon is on next," he says urgently, his eyes locking onto yours. "He’d want you there. Go be by his side."

You hesitate, looking around. "But they won't let me since I'm not part of his team." The rule is that only managers and coaches can be at the rinkside to see off and greet their skaters, and since you are none of those things, the chances of you being able to sneak back and be there for him are slim.

Minhee shakes his head, determined. "He's only got Coach Lee, trust me, he needs you there with your disgusting puppy love eyes to give him support," Minhee jokes, pushing you back the way.

You laugh despite your nerves, touched by Minhee’s playful yet sincere encouragement. "Alright, alright, I'm going!" You rush back towards the rinkside, heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The official looks puzzled as you approach, but you quickly explain, "My boyfriend, Sunghoon, he’s on next and it’s his last ever skate before retirement and if I’m not there by his side I would be such a shit girlfriend and he would never forgive me and we would break up and then you would be responsible." 

The words tumble out your mouth at record-breaking speed, hearing the announcer already calling out your boyfriend’s name through the tannoys. You don’t mean to guilt trip the poor girl but you’re desperate and couldn’t live with yourself if you didn’t try. Either this works or you will throw a tantrum until she has no choice.

Luckily, The official nods quite willingly, allowing you through. “If anyone asks, I never let you by,” she whispers in a thick Parisian accent, stepping aside to let you bolt through. With a quick thank you, you weave through the throngs of cameramen and other personnel to find Coach Lee standing with his arms crossed and face serious.

Once he sees you, his expression lightens, and he tucks you in under his arm. "Glad you made it, Kiddo," he says, his voice low. "He'll be happy to see you here. Give him an extra boost."

Sunghoon glides onto the ice, his face a perfect blend of focus and determination. The music begins, his ears infiltrated with the electronic beats as he hears every word, ready to skate his last competition and start a new life, one where you are his main focus and not the ice.

Sunghoon starts with a series of fluid crossovers, gaining speed before launching into a triple axel, landing perfectly with barely a sound on the ice. The crowd gasps and then applauds, already captivated. Without missing a beat, he transitions into a combination spin, showcasing his flexibility and control, his body a blur of movement. He looks regal out there, the gems from his top catching the light and adding another layer of beauty to it.

As the music swells, Sunghoon prepares for his next big element - a quadruple toe loop. This was difficult for him, something Coach Lee had suggested as his power move, which he spent forever perfecting, both in the rink and out. For a few weeks, he even attempted it on a trampoline to get the projection right. He was so dedicated to making this work that you feel his nerves bouncing off each glide on the ice and straight to your chest.

You hold your breath, watching as he launches into the air, rotating four times with precision before landing smoothly, his blades slicing the ice like a whisper. You resist the urge to cheer loudly, knowing it can throw him off, so instead, you settle for the audience etiquette of light applause.

He moves into a complex footwork sequence, his feet dancing in intricate patterns across the ice, each step perfectly synchronized with the music. His expression is intense, every movement telling a story of passion and struggle, triumph and heartache, beginning and end.

The middle of his routine is marked by a stunning triple lutz-triple loop combination, each jump executed with flawless technique. His body seems to defy gravity, hanging in the air for what feels like an eternity before descending gracefully back to the ice.

Sunghoon's artistry shines in the next segment, a series of choreographic elements that flow seamlessly, his arms and upper body movements expressive and emotive. He glides across the ice in deep edges, his body language conveying the emotion of the music, drawing the audience deeper into his performance.

As the final crescendo of the music approaches, he gears up for his closing element, a breathtaking quadruple salchow. He takes a deep breath, pushes off, and flies into the air, rotating perfectly before landing with strength and grace. The audience erupts in applause, unable to contain their awe at the sheer perfection of his routine.

Sunghoon finishes his performance with a dramatic final pose, the music reaching its climactic end as he holds the position, his chest heaving with effort. The arena is filled with the sound of thunderous applause and cheers, the crowd on their feet in a standing ovation.

He bows deeply to the audience, his face flushed with exhilaration. When he straightens up and turns around, his eyes immediately find yours. His expression changes instantly, his eyes widening in surprise and joy. A brilliant smile spreads across his face, mirroring the elation in your heart.

Without a moment's hesitation, Sunghoon skates over to you at speed, his movements as graceful and powerful as they were on the ice. He reaches you in what feels like no time, pulling you into his arms with a mix of laughter and tears in his eyes. It was the perfect passing-the-torch moment, leaving the ice behind to run to you and your future together.

"What are you doing here?" he questions, still trapping you in an iron grip, his voice filled with amazement and joy.

"I couldn’t not be here, it's your last skate," you explain, your voice trembling with emotion. "I had to see it up close. I had to be here for you."

His grip tightens, his head burying into the crook of your neck, grounding himself in your presence. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice breaking. "I’m so fucking happy you’re here.”

You hold him tightly, feeling the rapid thud of his heart against yours. Tears of pride and happiness stream down your face as you soak in the moment, the culmination of all his hard work and dedication. He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours, and you see the deep gratitude and love reflected in them.

"You were perfect out there," you say, your voice thick with emotion. "Every single moment was incredible. I've never been so proud of you."

“I love you like crazy,” he confesses with the same amount of passion he put into his routine. His lips find yours in a kiss filled with fervour and emotion, the world around you fading away. The noise of the crowd, the flashing cameras, and even the bright lights of the arena all dissolve into a blur as you lose yourself in the kiss.

Sunghoon's hands cup your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears on your cheeks. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the heat and intensity of his love. The kiss deepens, each of you pouring all the emotions of the night into this singular, powerful moment. It's a kiss that speaks of triumph, of shared dreams, and of a future together that you both can see so clearly.

When you finally pull back, breathless and flushed, you rest your forehead against his, your eyes locked onto his. "I love you too, Sunghoon," you whisper, your voice full of conviction and tenderness. "More than anything."

Just then, an official approaches, reminding Sunghoon that it's time to get his score. He looks at you, a mixture of reluctance and determination in his eyes. "I have to go," he says, his voice steadying. "But meet me in the hotel lobby at 7pm? I have something planned for you,” he says ominous, a mischievous glint twinkling in his dark orbs.

You mindlessly nod, head racing to come up with conclusions to his riddle. But you know better than to try and guess what Park Sunghoon has in store, instead, you give his lips one final kiss before letting go. “I’ll be there.”

He nods, taking a deep breath as he turns towards the judging area, taking the same spot that Minhee did moments ago. He just had to get in the 310s to get bronze, which is by no means feet. But you know he secretly wants the gold, knowing that it’s the perfect icing on the cake for his career. 

You glance up at the board, nervously switching between biting the skin around your fingers and your lip. Of course, you were nervous for Minhee, but he had at least one more shot at Olympic gold, Sunghoon didn’t. That mounts immense anxiety onto your chest, hoping that he can achieve victory the way he wants.

The first number flashes on the screen, followed by another, and then the total score is revealed: "331.75." The audience erupts into a thunderous roar, the sound almost deafening.

Sunghoon's eyes widen in disbelief and joy as he takes in the numbers. 

He won…first place.

The realisation is gradual, knowing that no matter how good the next skater is, beating a score like that is near impossible, with their average being 287.20, he knows he’s secured gold. Jumping up from his seat, Coach Lee crushes him in a bone-breaking hug, lifting him so his skates are off the ground. 

“My fucking champ! I knew you could do it!” he shouts loud enough that the cameras pick it up and probably has to be bleeped to the millions of viewers on the other end, yet, you know they can probably make out how excited and proud the coach is despite the redacted words.

Laughing, Sunghoon nods, eyes roaming the area for you. He wants you to be the first thing he sets his sights on because, without you, this wouldn’t be possible. Your expression is a mix of gratification and pride, your gazes meeting as they whisper poems of love and adoration, even through the distance. 

He owes you his entire life for making him see the joy in this strenuous sport once again, and he is going to do everything in his power to repay you for it, and he has his entire life to do so.

_____

Waiting in the lobby at precisely 7pm, you anticipate the arrival of your gold medal-winning boyfriend. In the time between his victory and now, you’ve managed to doll yourself up a bit. While he and Minhee were training the past few days, you took some time to go shopping, picking up a few bits and pieces. Your brother is generous with manager fees, so you can afford to spend a little extra while you’re here.

Now, you are clad in a stunning black Krysta Tulle Mini Dress, reminiscent of the one you wore at your award ceremony back in August, but this one is a bit shorter and more revealing. Sunghoon earned it, after all, and the least he deserves is some cleavage with whatever he has planned.

Speaking of his plans, you’re still in the dark about what he has in store for you. Your mind wanders to the obvious choices like the Eiffel Tower—perhaps he’s managed to get a private dinner booking like you see in movies, or maybe the Louvre instead. Perhaps he’s planned a romantic walk across the love lock bridge; although you can’t participate and adorn the bridge with a new lock that signifies your love, it’s still romantic to see all the lovers of the past and how their stories are still shared.

Suddenly, there is a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see your boyfriend standing there, looking as handsome as ever. His hair is styled in the side parting you always liked, with that one strand curving over his face, somehow highlighting the bridge of his nose which you love so much. Those freckles mark frequent kissing spots.

You’re glad you decided to dress up because Sunghoon is wearing a fitted suit, chic and beautiful, perfectly matching the city’s aesthetic. He looks like a vision, your mind swirling with love and a hint of desire. You’re just a girl, after all—it’s only natural to see your man in a suit and the first thing you want to do is rip it off.

Sunghoon’s breath catches in his throat as he takes in the sight of you. His eyes widen, and for a moment, it’s as if the entire world falls away, leaving just the two of you standing there in the softly lit lobby. He’s always known you were beautiful, but tonight, dressed in stunning frills under the gold-hued lobby of this overly expensive hotel, you look breathtaking.

His heart pounds in his chest, and he feels a wave of emotions wash over him - pride, adoration, and a deep, overwhelming love. The dress hugs your curves perfectly, the short length showcasing your legs, and the neckline draws his eyes to your exposed collarbones and the soft swell of your cleavage. It’s alluring without being overt, and he can’t help but marvel at how effortlessly you pull off such a look.

“You look...wow,” he finally manages to say, his voice filled with awe. His eyes trace over you, taking in every detail - the confident way you hold yourself, the sparkle in your eyes that mirrors his own excitement, and how your heart is beating in synch with his. 

He steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I want to fuck you so bad,” he whispers, low enough that only you can hear it.

A laugh erupts from your chest before you swat him with your hand. “You are not getting out of taking me out in Paris just because you can’t keep it in your pants. You roll your eyes to convey annoyance but it’s hard to even feign being stern with him when you were thinking the exact same thing about him.

That fuck buddy sex drive you had never left once you got into a relationship, that much is evident.

“Well,” Sunghoon says, taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours, “I’m not exactly taking you out in Paris.” He turns around, leading you back the way you came from. His sheepish tone is accompanied by an apologetic look flashing across his face as he walks you towards the elevator.

“Hoonie, I swear to god, if you made me get all dressed up just to take me back to your hotel room to fuck, I will be so mad. I-,” you struggle to think of a bargaining chip in this fight. “I won’t let you eat me out ever again.”

Sunghoon stops dead in his tracks, turning to you with wide eyes and an even wider mouth, his free hand dramatically resting over his heart. “How dare you threaten to take away my favourite activity? That is cruel, so cruel, even for you.”

You can't help but laugh at his theatrics but by Sunghoon’s standards, this is actually quite tame considering the cards you have dealt. He can’t go three days without being between your legs so the punishment you would inflict by taking that away from him is worse than any torture interrogation method. 

“Well, you deserve it if you think you can just drag me back to your room.”

Smiling and slightly proud, Sunghoon resumes his position, walking you to the lift and pressing the button. “It’s not my room. It’s a surprise. Just trust me, okay?”

Of course, you do trust him, but your heart beats quicker as you realize you really have no idea what you are getting yourself into.

Stepping into the elevator, Sunghoon presses the rooftop button and you eye him curiously. “The rooftop?” you question, but before you can guess further, he pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Shhh, don’t try and spoil the surprise I worked so hard for,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss your neck. His lips trail soft, teasing kisses from your jawline to your collarbone, each one sending shivers down your spine.

“Sunghoon,” you whisper, a mix of adoration and desire in your tone. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and the anticipation is killing you. His hands roam gently over your back, pulling you even closer until there’s no space left between you. The warmth of his body and the intoxicating scent of his cologne make it impossible to think straight, any questions about the roof now gone.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open. Sunghoon reluctantly pulls away, yet a satisfied smirk sits on his lips as he leads you out onto the rooftop.

To your surprise, the usually bustling terrace is completely empty. Instead of the usual crowd, there is a single, elegantly set table for two. Soft fairy lights twinkle around the perimeter, casting a warm glow. A bottle of champagne sits chilling in an ice bucket on the table, and beyond it, the Eiffel Tower stands majestically, its lights shimmering against the night sky.

You walk forward, admiring the view of the city from this vantage point. It’s full of night tourists and young lovers who share the same depth of feelings as you and Sunghoon do. Never has a place taken your breath away. Granted, you haven’t ventured much out of your home country, but this is unlike anything you could have imagined.

Leaning over the stone balcony, you let out an almost inaudible 'whoa' and cherish the view. “Sunghoon, this is beautiful. How did you manage this?”

He chuckles, pulling out the cork of the overly-priced champagne. “I have my ways. Why would I take you to something a million and one couples do when I can give you something unique?” Sunghoon’s pouring skills leave much to be desired, the overflow of the liquid spilling onto the ground, splashing on his shoes.

Although it should slightly ruin the moment, you can’t help but tear your eyes away from the city and laugh at the less-than-aesthetic scene before you. Sunghoon looks up at you with a sorrowful expression and hands you the damp glass anyway.

“You know, I was aiming for elegance,” he says with a playful pout.

Taking the glass from him, you grin. “I’ve learned you can only do elegance when it comes to skating, it’s okay, baby.”

He relaxes, the tension easing from his shoulders as he joins you at the balcony. Together, you raise your glasses, the Eiffel Tower twinkling in the background. “To you,” he grins brightly, tilting his glass to be clinked with yours.

“To me? Shouldn’t it be to your gold medal?” you ask a little incredulously. This night should one hundred percent be about your boyfriend and his deserved win, so why on earth is he cheersing to you right now?

“My gold medal doesn’t mean anything compared to you.” Sunghoon is so sweet with his words, to the point you wonder if he came straight out of a romance novel. But knowing your boyfriend better than anyone, you have a sneaking suspicion about something, more precisely about something possibly around his neck.

Narrowing your eyes, you lower your glass and hold it close to your chest, pointing an accusing finger at him. “You’re wearing that medal right now, aren’t you?” you challenge, a playful grin tugging at your lips.

Sunghoon attempts to play it cool, shaking his head with a feigned look of innocence. “What? Me? No way. I’ve not got an ego,” he says, but the slight twitch of his lips gives him away.

You raise an eyebrow, giving him a knowing look. “Sunghoon, I can see right through you.”

He sighs, realizing there's no use in denying it. With a sheepish grin, he dips his hand into his shirt and pulls out the gleaming gold medal, letting it sit in the lights for a moment before tucking it back in. “Fine, you caught me,” he laughs.

You give him a weird look, your confusion evident. “Why are you wearing it under your shirt?”

He shrugs nonchalantly, a playful glint in his eyes. “What? I like the way it feels,” he admits, a boyish grin spreading across his face. “Not everyone has a gold medal.”

You shake your head in disbelief, eyes rolling as you take your first sip of the golden liquid. With the city of love sprawled out beneath you and the Eiffel Tower twinkling like a thousand stars, the moment feels perfect. Sunghoon wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer as you both gaze out at the stunning view, savouring the magic of Paris and the joy of being together.

“You know,” he begins, placing his flute down, “I also like the way you feel,” he breathes out seductively, both hands twirling you to face him. As mesmerising as the city is, the look of need in your boyfriend’s eyes trumps it all.

His hands rest on your hips, fingers gently kneading as he draws you even closer. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. “How did I get so lucky?”

You smile, feeling a flutter in your chest, like a million butterflies have just escaped their cocoons and are roaming free around your ribcage. “I’m the lucky one,” you reply softly, tracing your fingers along the edge of his jaw.

Sunghoon’s eyes darken with intensity as he tilts your chin up, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. The world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you wrapped in each other’s embrace. The night air is cool against your skin, but his touch is warm, grounding you in this perfect moment.

The kiss deepens, becoming more fervent with every passing second. Your heart races as his hands roam your body, caressing and squeezing in all the right places. You clumsily place your glass down beside his, but it’s hard to concentrate because his hands are everywhere - one gripping your waist, the other sliding down to cup your ass. He pulls you closer, pressing your bodies together, his need palpable in every touch.

His mouth moves hungrily against yours, each kiss more intense than the last. You can feel his desire, his longing, in the way he devours your lips. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, as if you can’t get enough of him and the only way to be satisfied is to crawl into his skin. His kisses trail down your jawline, nipping and sucking gently at your skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

When he reaches your neck, you gasp, your head tilting back to give him better access. He takes full advantage, his lips and teeth working magic as he moves down your throat. His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you against him as he nibbles and licks at your sensitive skin. Your breath comes in short, desperate gasps, the sensations overwhelming.

Just when you think you can’t take any more, he drops to his knees in front of you. Panic flares in your chest, and you glance around, worried about being seen. “What if someone sees?” you whisper, your voice shaky with a mix of fear and excitement.

Sunghoon looks up at you, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Then I’ll make sure we put on a show,” he murmurs, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing your dress higher. The thrill of his words sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but tremble in anticipation.

He hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, pulling them to the side. The cool night air hits your exposed skin, making you shiver. But his touch is warm, his fingers gentle as they slide against your most sensitive places. He looks up at you one last time, his eyes filled with desire and mischief, before he leans in, his mouth pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss against you.

The sensation is electric, his tongue teasing and tasting, driving you wild with need. Your hands grip the stone balcony for support, your legs trembling as he works his magic. He’s relentless, his mouth and tongue working in perfect harmony.

Just like the first time he ever tasted you, he’s losing himself in your flavour, manually putting your legs around his shoulders to allow him deeper access to your dripping cunt. The juices that are leaking from your body are better than any gold medal. Each cry that passes your lips is accompanied by more of your sweetness coating his tongue.

You can’t help but grip his hair now, holding him in place as he lavishes attention on your aching clit. He savours your taste, his tongue flicking and circling with expert precision as he laps you up. Long, slow licks are interspersed with quick, teasing flicks, sending waves of pleasure through your body. He knows exactly what you need, and he gives it to you without hesitation.

Sunghoon's mouth moves with purpose, sucking gently at your clit before delving back with his tongue, exploring every inch of you. He hums against your skin, the vibrations adding another layer of sensation that has you arching your back and moaning his name. The heat builds inside you, an inferno that only he can control.

He intensifies his efforts, his tongue pressing harder, his movements more deliberate. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you steady as you writhe against him, completely lost in the pleasure he’s giving you, forgetting that with every mewl of his name, there is a greater risk of this entire hotel knowing what you’re up to. Your breaths come in short, ragged gasps, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you.

Finally, the tension that’s been building inside you snaps, and you cry out, your body shaking with the force of your release. Sunghoon doesn’t stop, his mouth and hands guiding you through every wave of pleasure until you’re spent, leaning back against the balcony for support. Sunghoon shoulders most of your weight as you fold in on yourself, your feet still dangling over his broad shoulders.

Sunghoon wastes no time. He gently places your feet back on the ground and rises to his full height, his eyes dark with desire. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, and you taste the remnants of your own release on his lips, mingling with the champagne. It's intoxicating, the mix of flavours and the intensity of his kiss making your head spin.

All apprehension goes out the window as you begin to undo his trousers, your fingers fumbling with the button and zipper in your eagerness. You pull out his cock, feeling its hard length throbbing in your hand. His eyes remain locked on yours, the connection between you unbreakable as you guide him to your entrance. The city lights behind him create a halo around his head, making the moment feel almost surreal.

He pushes into you slowly, and your breath hitches at the sensation. Your eyes remain focused on one another, the world around you fading into the background. The feeling of him filling you is overwhelming, the connection between your bodies electric. The city behind you twinkles in the night, a backdrop to the raw, passionate scene unfolding.

Sunghoon starts moving, his pace quickening as he finds a rhythm that makes you both gasp with pleasure. Your body responds to his every touch, your legs wrapping around his waist to allow him to reach deeper. His thrusts become faster and more desperate, the sound of skin against skin mingling with your moans and the distant hum of the city below.

"God, you feel amazing," he groans against your ear, his voice thick with desire. "I could stay inside you forever."

You grip his shoulders tighter, your nails digging into his skin as you feel the pressure building again. "Sunghoon," you whisper, your voice breathy and needy, "don't stop."

"I won't, I’ll never stop fucking you. I’ll never stop loving you," he promises, his thrusts becoming even more intense, each one sending waves of pleasure through your body. His hands roam your back, one slipping down to squeeze your ass, the other tangling in your hair to pull your head back, giving him better access to your neck.

In a moment of heated passion, he takes his gold medal from around his neck and places it over yours, the cool metal resting against your heated skin. He uses the ribbon to pull you closer, bringing your lips together in a bruising kiss. The weight of the medal and the intensity of his gaze make you feel like the most precious thing in the world.

Leaning on the balcony behind you with your elbows, you try your hardest to jerk your hips in rhythm with his, the motion causing him to hiss into your mouth as he tip punctures your cervix a few times, giving him a taste of something more. It’s too dangerous to throw your legs over his shoulders and have you balancing on the edge, he never wants to put you in danger, so he thinks if the next best thing.

Without warning, he flips you around, pressing your front against the cool stone of the ledge. He enters you again from behind, his thrusts more intense, driven by a primal need. The contrast between the roughness of his movements and the serene beauty of the city below is stark, making the moment even more exhilarating.

You brace yourself against the balcony, your moans echoing in the night as he pounds into you with relentless enthusiasm. His hands grip your hips, guiding you back onto him with each thrust, his cock hitting deeper than ever before. The force of his movements sends shivers down your spine, your body completely surrendering to the pleasure he's giving you. The city behind you is a blur of lights and sounds, but all you can focus on is the man who is driving you to the edge once more.

Sunghoon's hands grip your hips with a possessive strength, his fingers digging in as he drives into you with a relentless pace. Each thrust is purposeful, his body moving with a precision born of passion and familiarity. His breaths come in staggered gasps, his face pressed against your shoulder, lips brushing against your skin. The rough stone of the balcony presses into your chest, adding a contrasting chill to the searing heat of his body. The city lights below seem to blur as the intensity of the moment takes over.

"I'm gonna love you until the day I die," he growls into your ear, his breath hot and needy despite the sweetness of his words. The weight of his desire is palpable, sending shivers down your spine. "I can’t wait to make you mine."

His words are a catalyst for the pleasure that courses through you, intensifying with each powerful thrust. Your body is on fire, a taut string being pulled to its limit. You can feel the pressure building to a breaking point, the sensation almost overwhelming as he keeps up his relentless rhythm. The sheer force of his movements pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm yours," you gasp, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own moans. "I’m already yours, Hoonie." Your hands grip the railing tightly, knuckles white, as you brace yourself against the force of his thrusts. The night air is cool against your heated skin, a stark contrast to the burning desire you feel.

Sunghoon’s breath becomes ragged, each inhalation coming in quick, shallow bursts. His fingers slip around your body, finding their way to your clit with a precision that makes you cry out. The touch is electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure through you with every stroke. He moves his fingers in tight, swirling motions, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild.

The combination of his skilled touch and the unrelenting rhythm of his thrusts is too much to handle. Your body trembles violently as you spiral into another intense climax, the sensation causing you to scream his name into the night. The release is all-consuming, leaving you feeling as though you’re floating in a sea of pleasure.

The intensity of your release acts as a trigger for Sunghoon, who is lost in the frenzy of the moment. With a final, deep, and forceful thrust, he comes inside you, his body tensing and shuddering as his climax overtakes him. His grip on your hips tightens, his muscles flexing as he rides out his orgasm. He collapses against your back, his breathing ragged, and you can feel his warmth spread across your skin.

Both of you pant heavily, your bodies slick with sweat. The city below remains a beautiful, shimmering backdrop, but the focus of your world is now on each other. The contrast between the intensity of your passion and the serene beauty of the Parisian night is almost surreal.

Sunghoon pulls you gently against him, his lips trailing soft, tender kisses along your neck as you both come down from the high. His hands caress your sides, a soothing contrast to the earlier fervour. “I love you so much, Sweets.”

The confession passing his lips isn’t new and you’ve heard it umpteen times just today but somehow this one means a lot more than previous. Maybe it was the setting or the fact his cock is snuggly inside of you, but either way, you cherish it just like the rest.

“I love you, too, Hoonie.”

Sunghoon’s movements are gentle as he pulls out of you, his touch tender and careful. He reaches for a soft napkin from the table, using it to clean both of you with practiced, considerate strokes. The contrast between the cool fabric and the warmth of his skin creates a soothing sensation, a calming end to the intensity of your shared experience. His eyes are locked onto yours with a depth of affection that makes your heart swell. It’s a gaze so filled with love and tenderness that it feels almost surreal, as if you’re both suspended in a perfect, unblemished moment.

“This was perfect, Sunghoon,” you murmur, your voice soft and filled with genuine appreciation. The night has been magical, a blend of romance and intimate connection that feels like a dream. “Thank you.”

Sunghoon’s face lights up with a beaming smile, his eyes twinkling with an emotion so raw and pure that it almost makes you catch your breath. He shakes his head in a modest gesture, though the joy in his expression is unmistakable. “Believe it or not,” he says with a playful glint in his eye, “this wasn’t what I had planned.”

“Oh?” you reply, your curiosity piqued as you watch him with a mixture of surprise and intrigue.

With a dramatic flourish, Sunghoon reaches into the pocket of his suit and retrieves a small, elegant box. He presents it to you with a blend of excitement and nervous anticipation, his hands trembling slightly. “I have something else for you,” he says, his voice a blend of excitement and tenderness.

Your fingers tremble as you take the box from him, the weight of the moment sinking in. You open it slowly, revealing a delicate necklace with a beautiful ring attached. The ring sparkles softly in the low light, its beauty undeniable. Sunghoon’s eyes are fixed on you, his expression a mixture of hope and love.

“I wanted this day to be unforgettable,” he begins, his voice steady but emotional. “When I first saw you that day, crying in Belmore, I knew I needed to protect you from anything and everything bad in the world. I know, our start was rough and we had way too many close calls that tore us apart. But we did it, we got through it which makes me think we can really get through anything.”

He breathes out slowly, before taking his glass from earlier and downing it for dutch courage, causing you to laugh through the bubble of emotion in your throat. 

“I thought now, that everything is done and I’m not going to be Ice Prince Park Sunghoon that I need a new title and that could be Y/N Kang’s husband?” The smile grows on his face as he imagined being addressed in such a way, wearing it as a badge of honour. “So I got you this. You can wear the necklace for now, and when you’re ready to be my wife, you can take the ring off and put it on your finger.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you take in the significance of his gesture. The necklace is elegant, the ring a symbol of commitment that transcends the ordinary. Tears of joy well up in your eyes, and you struggle to find the right words. “I don’t know what to say,” you whisper, overwhelmed by the depth of his love. “This is...it’s beautiful.”

Sunghoon’s gaze remains locked on you, his expression a blend of adoration and nervousness. He watches as you carefully lift the ring from the necklace and slide it onto your engagement finger. The fit is perfect, and as you look up at him, your smile radiates happiness and awe. “What if I’m ready now?” you ask, your voice trembling with emotion.

Sunghoon’s face softens, his eyes shimmering with tears of joy as he reaches out to cup your face in his hands. His touch is gentle and reassuring, and he leans in to press a tender kiss against your lips. “If you’re ready now,” he mumbles against your lips, his breath warm and comforting, “then I’m ready for forever.”

The world around you blurs into insignificance as you both embrace, the enormity of the moment enveloping you. The city lights below shimmer like a vast constellation, their brilliance echoing the love and joy that fills your hearts. In the perfect Parisian night, amidst the twinkling lights and the soft glow of the Eiffel Tower, you and Sunghoon stand together, united by a love that feels as boundless as the city itself. The promise of the future stretches out before you, a journey you’re ready to embark on together, hand in hand and heart to heart.

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