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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٭ 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 ٭
"Loveee~ I’m bored~ Let’s cuddle~" Heeseung whined as he leaned lazily against the doorway of Sunoo’s study, dragging out his words until they turned into a sing-song plea.
His pout was dramatic, his eyes wide, as though that alone might convince Sunoo to close his laptop.
Sunoo didn’t look up, his fingers flying over the keys. The screen glared back at him, half-finished paragraphs demanding his attention. He pressed his lips together, trying to focus.
"Hee, my love," he said carefully, "I told you—I’m working. This essay decides my grade."
"But you’ve been working for so long," Heeseung pressed, stepping into the room. "Come on, just a little cuddle break. You don’t even miss me?"
Sunoo finally stopped typing. He leaned back in his chair, taking off his glasses and rubbing his temples.
The sigh that left his lips carried the weight of hours of stress. When he spoke again, his voice was quiet but edged, his frustration slipping through.
"Heeseung… can you not do this right now? You’re making it harder for me to concentrate."
The words weren’t loud, but they cut sharper than either of them expected.
Heeseung froze for a moment, blinking at him. The pout faltered, and something faintly hurt flickered across his face. "…Right," he mumbled, voice smaller now.
Before Sunoo could say anything more, Heeseung turned on his heel and walked out, his steps quicker than usual. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the room heavy with silence.
Sunoo exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his hair. He stared at the door for a long moment, guilt pressing against his chest, before forcing himself to face the blinking cursor again.
But the words wouldn’t come.
𐙚♡
Heeseung trudged into the kitchen, following the savory aroma that wafted through the house. There, he found Jay cooking steak for their dinner, humming softly to himself.
Jay noticed Heeseung's presence immediately. "What happened, love?" he asked, turning off the stove as the older approached, his pout still firmly in place.
Heeseung shook his head and silently wrapped his arms around Jay's waist, burying his face in the crook of Jay's neck.
"Nothing," he mumbled, his voice muffled against Jay's skin.
Jay chuckled softly, running his fingers through Heeseung's hair. "Is this about Sunny?"
Heeseung's small nod gave him away.
With a sigh, Jay turned off the stove and gently cupped Heeseung's face. "Do you want me to talk to him?"
At that, Heeseung's eyes lit up, and a hopeful smile spread across his face. "Yes, please."
