A whole bunch of Sunoo one-shots just vibing with all the sweet, funny, and heart-eyes moments.
Some will make you go aww, some will lowkey make your heart skip, and some are just pure chaotic fun.
Perfect little bites to read when you need a Sunoo...
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♡Sunoo POV ♡ ——
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" A piercing scream echoed from downstairs, followed by the unmistakable crash ofglass shattering against the floor.
The sound jolted me awake, my heart thudding as my eyes fluttered open. I squinted against the dim light filtering through my curtains, my ears still ringing from the chaos below.
With a groan, I rolled over and glanced at the clock on my bedside table. "Fuck!" I yelled, bolting upright. The glowing red numbers read 7:45 AM. Panic surged through me. School started at 8:10, and I was already running late.
I scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping over a pile of clothes on the floor. Grabbing my uniform-a black hoodie with the school's emblem stitched on the chest-I yanked it on along with a pair of baggy black jeans.
Our school had two uniform options: a formal set with a white shirt, black tie, blazer, and skirt or pants, and a more casual set like mine. The pants were our choice, as long as they didn't violate dress code. I always opted for the hoodie; it felt like armor against the world.
After hastily fixing my hair in the mirror, I slung my bag over my shoulder and pulled the hood over my head. My reflection stared back at me with tired eyes and a weary expression. "Another day in paradise," I muttered mockingly before heading downstairs.
I moved quietly, hoping to avoid the warzone in the living room. The shouting continued-muffled words of anger and blame being hurled back and forth. My parents were at it again. It was always like this. The same arguments, the same broken glass, the same suffocating tension that made this house feel less like a home and more like a prison.
A sigh escaped my lips as I slipped out the front door unnoticed, the icy morning air biting at my skin. The weight on my chest lifted ever so slightly once I was outside. I was free-for now.
Checking my phone, I cursed under my breath. 8:00 AM. I only had ten minutes to get to school. Without wasting another second, I took off running, my sneakers pounding against the pavement. The wind whipped at my face, cold and unforgiving, but I welcomed it. It woke me up, chased away the remnants of sleep and the lingering dread from home.
People stared as I pushed past them on the crowded sidewalks. Their disapproving looks didn't faze me. I didn't have time to care. All that mattered was making it to school before the gates closed.
By the time I reached the entrance, the gate guard was already starting to pull the heavy metal doors shut. "Wait! I'm here!" I yelled, my voice breathless from the run.
The guard paused, giving me a once-over before stepping aside to let me in. I stumbled through the gates, panting. "I'm so fucking late," I whispered, glancing around the eerily empty courtyard.
The hallways were deserted. Everyone was already in class. My footsteps echoed as I made my way toward homeroom, weaving heavily from exhaustion. By the time I reached the door, I was out of breath and more than a little annoyed with myself.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open. The chatter inside came to an abrupt halt as all eyes turned toward me.
I scanned the room quickly, relieved to find that the professor hadn't arrived yet. At least I wouldn't get detention.
"You're late, Kim Sunoo."
A deep, authoritative voice cut through the silence. I groaned inwardly, already knowing who it was before I even looked up.
Yang Jungwon. The class president. The golden boy who never got in trouble, never showed up late, and never missed a chance to always remind me of my shortcomings.
He stood at the front of the room with his arms crossed, his expression smug. His perfectly pressed uniform and neat appearance only made me hate him more.
"There was traffic," I muttered, brushing past him without making eye contact. I made my way to the back of the classroom, dropping into my usual seat by the window. Unfortunately, that seat happened to be right next to him.
As I sat down, I heard him scoff. "Sure. Traffic." His voice dripped with sarcasm.
I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to snap back. Instead, I pulled my hood lower over my face and slouched in my chair, pretending he didn't exist.
The classroom slowly returned to its usual noise and chatter, but I couldn't shake the feeling of Jungwon's gaze lingering on me.
This was going to be a long day.
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