enhypen imagines

you're my person. + sunoo

PAIRING | sunoo x gn!reader
IDOLS FEATURED | kim sunoo
WC | 517
GENRE | fluff, requested for prompt event
WARNINGS | none

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The roof was cold underneath your body, the rough material of the shingles digging into your back as you tried to stay as still as possible, trying not to disturb the sleepy boy next to you. Instead, you stared up into the inky black sky, eyes following the blinking red lights of a distant plane soaring across the sky, connecting the tiny white stars with its path. You held one hand up to the darkness, only able to see a fuzzy outline of your fingers wriggling as they blocked out the starlight, and you felt a blush creep onto your cheeks as another fuzzy black outline made its way up next to yours—Sunoo's hand, reaching for yours. He was silent, so silent that you thought he had been sleeping, but you let him take your hand in his, matching up his cold fingertips with yours, flexing his fingers so that they bent. You smiled a little at his playfulness even in his sleepy state, letting him toy with your stiff fingers, until he finally stopped, sliding them down and intertwining them with his own, squeezing your hand gently as a sign of silent affection, something that seemed to fit so perfectly with the serene night.

A warm glow of a back porch light lit up your surroundings momentarily as you heard the distant sliding of someone's door opening, and you took this moment to look over at Sunoo, only to realize he was already staring at you. His eyes were half-closed, heavily lidded, and they squinted slightly as he smiled at you sheepishly, letting out a little snort of laughter as he turned his gaze to your intertwined hands, still raised up to the sky, a silent symbol of your love. You didn't take your eyes off of him even when the golden light disappeared, still able to make out his side profile in the darkness, the sharpness of his nose and the gentle slope of his pretty chin, the smoothness of his forehead. You felt a sudden urge to roll over to get closer to him, to press a soft kiss to one of his pretty features, but his breathing evened, and you realized that he was finally asleep.

"I love you," you murmured, to his sleeping figure, "so, so much." As expected, he didn't respond, but you didn't mind. You looked back up at the stars, slowly swinging your hands back and forth as you hummed a song you didn't remember the name of.

"I love you too," he murmured back suddenly, tiredly, "you're my person." Then he sighed deeply before snuggling into you, squeezing your hand just once more, his own way of saying good night without actually saying those words.

Maybe you should wake him up, drag him inside and lay him down on his bed. It was a bit chilly, a bit scratchy out on the roof, but as he snuffled softly, nestling his face into the crook of your neck, you suddenly didn't mind the slightly uncomfortable atmosphere, only caring about the boy in your arms, the one you loved endlessly.