[+18] heesunsun; When his ex unexpectedly shows up at his house, Sunoo finds himself cornered. Trapped between Sunghoon and Heeseung's dominant presences on a sofa too small to escape, what begins as a banal game leads them to a cramped closet, where the air is scarce and the proximity becomes unbearable. With no room to retreat, the tension thickens to the limit and, when it finally breaks, takes with it any vestige of control and dignity that still lingered in their bodies.

Sunghoon's training methods are unorthodox. They're also precise, demanding, and involve a lot more casual touching than is strictly necessary. Sunoo is determined to be a good student, but it's getting increasingly hard to focus when his instructor's hands seem to be everywhere except where they're supposed to be.

Park Sunghoon is a monster who owns the underworld - and he owns me too. He calls it love. I call it hell. His greed killed our child. Now I am nothing but silence and madness, trapped in his golden cage, smiling sweetly while I wait for the day I destroy everything he is. -- "Go on, he thought, pressing a kiss to Sunoo's hair, eyes dark and heavy with obsession. Try to kill me every day. Hate me. Blame me. Want me dead. I deserve it. And honestly... I would be so happy. So happy if you were the one to end me. To die by your hand... to bleed out while holding you... that would be the most beautiful death I could ever ask for." Sunsun Jaywon Heejake Niki x ? _____ ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING | 18+ ONLY (Ik everyone going ignore that but anyway in case) This story contains: • Severe mental health issues, delusions & trauma • Graphic depictions of grief & pregnancy loss • Extreme violence, gore & torture • Toxic, obsessive, unhealthy relationship dynamics • Themes of control, imprisonment & psychological abuse THIS IS NOT A ROMANCE - IT IS A TRAGEDY. Read only if you can handle dark, painful, disturbing themes. ____ Dark romance Male pregnancy Tragedy

This is a story about taking someone for granted until love turns into absence and realizing too late that absence is permanent.

"You wanted the heat back, Sunoo? Fine. You have my undivided attention now. Let's see if you can actually handle it." A SunSun oneshot inspired by ENHYPEN's Brought The Heat Back!

„Hold on, why don't you go to Jay's dorm?" Sunoo asked, irritation in his voice. Why were they arguing when the solution was right there? Oh. That's right. „Don't tell me-" „Sunghoon has to-" „Of fucking course it's Sunghoon." Sunoo sighed, looking up at the ceiling like he was asking for God's help to deal with the younger. „What? He's too good to help his friend out? Stupid Sunoo has to sacrifice his dorm?" „Hyung." Jungwon said, holding Sunoo's hands and looking him deep in the eyes. „Sunghoonie-hyung doesn't hate you." „No, he just hates part of me." „Hyung." „Come on, you can't tell me he's not homophobic." OR: Sunoo is forced to spend an evening with a (not so) homophobic Sunghoon!

Sunoo's life is a slow collapse: Niki's bullying by day, Sunghoon's drugs by night. Sunghoon is older, distant, and absolutely off-limits-but he's also the only one who doesn't look away. As desire brews under the haze, Sunoo starts mistaking comfort for love, and survival for something deeper.

Years ago, a stranger slipped a letter into Sunoo's hands at a crowded subway station. Two letters. One kiss mark. XO. He never forgot it. Now, Kim Sunoo is one of the most desired models in the country, while Park Sunghoon-the cold and unreadable CEO of NOX Group-is being pressured into marriage by the media, shareholders, and his family. Sunoo isn't doing much better. So when Sunghoon offers him a contract relationship in front of flashing cameras and millions of watching eyes, agreeing should've been simple. Fake smiles. Fake kisses. Fake love. But then the letters start appearing again. XO. And suddenly, Sunoo begins wondering if the boy from the subway station was never really gone at all. XO. -the sweetest slowburn! #2 sunsun -sunsun.

They call him a prodigy. A once-in-a-generation genius with a flawless smile and a pristine reputation. To the rest of the world, he's the perfect friend. But the world doesn't see the way his eyes darken when we're alone. They don't know about the quiet, calculated games he plays, or the way he effortlessly dismantled my entire life just to see how I'd break. He doesn't just want to win; he wants to possess. And piece by piece, he's taking everything I've ever guarded. My pride. My secrets. My sanity. He's a sadist with an angel's face, and I'm entirely at his mercy.