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“welcome,” jay hears a disembodied voice after a chime of a copper bell when he entered the quaint little shop. he feels like he time traveled and fell right back to the victorian era.
it was easy to miss the shop from how small it was from the outside. he used his gps to get here on his car and had to walk by foot, to and fro in front of the row of shops as he couldn’t spot what he was looking for.
his first impression is how the shop is more spacious than what it looks like in the inside. the white shelves were decked with dolls; all with different and unique styles that gave them character. as he took a careful step closer to look, he sees that the dolls are standing on their stands which supported their feet with a plastic platform.
it was nothing jay had seen before, not that he has played with dolls. a closer look at one and he could see joints for their ankles, knees, elbows and wrists, giving them a lot of mobility to move into poses. brilliant, he thinks, children would love these. he vaguely remembered what dolls looked like from afar when he was an adolescent, he doesn’t remember them being this flexible.
he hears someone’s throat clearing, causing him to look around to find a person.
“i am here,” finally he spots a man behind the counter sitting on a desk full of sewing equipment and even a sewing machine behind a wall, shielded from vision. the man stood up, and his ivory white skin stood out from his bronze suit, the white ruffles of his inner satin shirt, the dear material of his suit and his posh looks gave jay an impression that he was a real life ken doll in the victorian era living in the 21st century.
he fixes his clothes and clears his throat before speaking, trying to get rid of the creepy crawlies he’s getting from the guy’s lack of expression.
“hi, my name is jay park, an author in knot and taut—the fashion magazine. i believe we have talked over the phone regarding my visit. you are park sunghoon-ssi, correct?” they stood in eerie silence before the doll maker nodded, approving his statement.
“nice to meet you, sir,” he extended his hand for a handshake, only for it to be receive with a frigid hand that send shivers down his spine, was there any air-conditioner units in here? why is he so cold?
“would it be okay with you if we have a little chat about your work and your source of inspirations? as i was looking earlier, i noticed how intricate and complex these dresses are and i admire your handcrafts—it truly embodies lolita,” the dollmaker walked behind the counter, gesturing for the designer to follow.
“i’ll make tea for us,”
park sunghoon is a peculiar man. his mannerisms, his speech, his flat tone of voice—to put it bluntly, he’s lifeless. maybe his previous notion of him being a real life ken doll was true because no way is this man human.
he must be a doll, he’s sure of it.
as they sip on some berry tea in their store room stuffed with rolls and rolls of pastel fabrics and a life-sized mannequin in the corner, they talked for about an hour or so. he did most of the talking of course—sunghoon is unsettlingly silent. but despite his lack of intonation, jay could sense the sheer passion sunghoon has for what he does.
they delved deep into the process; from the doll’s body where he only orders from one specific person, the doll’s silky hair that he weave into their heads manually, taking him hours on end just to achieve the right placement and style he wants, to the clothes and accessories that he crafts with his own hands.
it’s a business past down from generations—he grew up with dolls and making them, they’re basically his friends.
however, it doesn’t put him in immense pressure to excel or carry on the business since he’s always been fascinated with them personally. growing up, he watches his mother’s deft fingers stitching the cuts of fabric and assemble them into full outfits and his dad would be working on the little things like painting the face, creating accessories, the gems, and all the tiny parts that complete a doll.
“i was destined for this, and i wouldn’t ask for another life,” he says, monotonous, but jay can feel that he really loves what he does—you wouldn’t need a verbal confession, it’s seen in his meticulous work.
he showed jay the draft sketches for a design, the final sketches and there were scribbles of notes to explain his thought process behind each colour, why he chose this lace over the other, why he thinks this type of pleats is suited for the doll’s character, how thick or thin the hair should be.
after that, he showed the dolls in process, and he explains through the thorough process of threading hair he personally picked out and brushed and cares into the small holes in the dolls’ crown, then he gave jay a walk-through the dolls he puts on display for sale.
somehow it made the dolls seem more magical and special after knowing how much care is put into each and every one of them.
all the dolls are adorable, with their characteristically big sparkly eyes, and bodies of different shapes.
“i take inspiration from real people i see, i didn’t want the dolls to be all the same. i want people coming in and seeing something that resembles them, that they can relate to,” so much thought put into the designs, jay grew more and more impressed. who knew something as small and frivolous like a doll would be so precious.
one doll in particular caught his eye—there was one at his work desk, complete and standing. cladded in a coffee-coloured knee-length skirt with tiers and tiers of ruffles and its top in a lacey pink cardigan with a horseshoe neck that exposed the collarbones of the doll. white cotton socks up to its calves and a pair of black mary janes with black bows on the vamp.
a boyish cut on its bubblegum pink hair and beautiful sharp eyes that resembles that of a vixen.
“is this one your favourite?” he pointed out, and before jay could get a response, they heard the bell on the door chime, indicating another person into the shop. he turned around and his jaw dropped.
what he was seeing was a life-sized doll he saw on the desk. the vibrant short pink hair, foxy eyes decorated with shimmery pigments and similar shoes and socks—the only difference was the clothes, but it wasn’t much of a difference since the person too wore the same fashion as the dolls on the walls.
“sunghoonie-hyung!” the girl—or boy, or in between, he couldn’t tell—skipped past him and pounced sunghoon with a big bear hug. and to jay’s surprise, the man did not hesitate to wrap his hands around him.
“i see you’re wearing the piece i sewed,” the smaller pulled off from sunghoon, backing into a distance where he—and jay—could get a clear view of the dress he was wearing.
it was a cardigan similar to the doll where the seams were pleats and rough lace, a small red bow on his chest. a very fitting look on his small torso and small waist, the square neck line also showed off his beautiful collarbones and bare porcelain skin. the frilly skirt ends at mid-thigh, where his lace garters that hugged his thighs peeked.
he glances to see sunghoon’s reaction and was caught off-guard when he sees a fond smile on his face, the first time he saw his face change in the span of the two hours they spent together. his eyes stuck to the petite, the look of adoration written all over his face. suddenly, he became human.
“give me a little twirl,” he obediently followed, a airy giggle left his mouth as he spins around, letting the skirt flare up and danced, jay’s can feel his face heat up as he saw more underneath the skirt. the living doll looked at sunghoon with a big smile on his pink lips.
“what do you think, hyung?” he asked, cutely batting his eyelashes to sunghoon.
“you’re stunning, sunoo. so pretty,” the boy giggled like a school girl, then he turned to jay with sparkly big eyes, he can’t help but think that he was unreal.
“how about you?”
“huh?”
he was lost, the doll was talking to him? it was his turn to get a good look at his pretty face, his long eyelashes fluttering to him like a kitten.
“what do you think about the dress? sunghoon-hyung made it for me,” his face flushed red, hesitating whether to take another thorough look. he does anyway, his eyes glazed over the details, the pretty model with a body like a fiddle, and his eyes stopped right where his skirt stopped. he couldn’t get over how pretty he looks, and how plush the flesh looked when he got a snippet of the of his thighs earlier.
he hears him giggle again.
“mister, my eyes are up here~” he says teasingly, snapping jay out of his trance. he could feel more blood rush to his face—and unfortunately, southbound. he curses to himself, did he really just got a boner in public? as an attempt to save face, he quickly dismissed himself and thanked park sunghoon profusely for the service he provided and walked out as calmly as possible.
sunghoon’s eyes followed his figure through the looking glass as he left.
★彡
sunghoon is an only child, he lived with his parents in a huge mansion surrounded in a forest that resembled a dollhouse from the victorian antiques in the house that is older than his and sunoo’s age combined. and he owns every single property his ancestors have when his parents passed away—no siblings and no other relatives meant he got to keep every single penny.
behind the impenetrable walls of rose buses around the tall walls, he’s always been alone; isolated from any human interactions ever since he was little. the huge space was unbearable for one person, and as much as he likes the tranquil silence, it gets lonely too.
everything changed for the better when sunoo stumbled into his life. he started as a helper for the shop, but sunghoon thought that it was too much of a coincidence that a doll would be working in a doll shop. as he grew comfortable with his presence everyday, he finds himself craving for his company when he comes home.
sunoo has the power to turn plastic to skin and flesh. he isn’t exactly sure how he even lived for years without him, was life even worth living without him? even when he had no intention to getting attached to his shop assistant, he makes it hard not to.
who else looked past his peculiar antics, his wealth and initial rashness (which was just him not knowing how to befriend another person other than his dolls) and loves him for who he is?
no one else has, no one but kim sunoo.
currently sitting on his lap is his favourite doll, sunoo who is fixated on brushing colourful pigments on the doll’s face like he would on his own face, adding shimmery eyeshadow behind the faux eyelashes and pinking up its silicone cheeks for a rosy glow.
after adding a few more details, he breathed a sigh of relief, fixing up the doll’s platinum blond hair and showing it to sunghoon who’s got his eyes on the british baking show on the plasma screen. he stops the programme to see the doll, his eyes quick to pick up a minuscule detail.
“you added beauty marks,” he points out, earning a hummed confirmation from sunoo.
“like yours,” he grinned, eyes curling up into crescents from the jelly rolls under his fox eyes. he smiled back, pecking him on the cheek. the pinkette sets the head down on the side tables and pushes it away, letting the castors ride the force and slowing down to a wall, a soft thud from the impact.
“ah, clara’s finished!” he announced triumphantly, relaxing his body and letting it slump on sunghoon, the older chuckling as he wraps his arms around sunoo’s waist, pulling his back closer his his body for warmth.
“you are aware that the dolls you name will be named something else when they buy it, right?” he rests his head on sunoo’s crook of the neck, letting his lips rest on his exposed skin. the silk nightgown sunoo’s cladded in is also one of his many creations, the lace trimmings around the hem is accompanied by a fine strand of pink satin ribbon that tied into a small bow at the centre.
it made sunoo look like a living doll, with the fabric perfectly hugging his curves and soft on his sensitive skin. sunoo pouted,
“i know that! but don’t you feel any attachment on them at all? to me, they feel like our children—of course i’m gonna name them,” he laughed breathily, the hot air from his breath against his skin almost ticklish.
“they’re like your children?”
“our,” he corrected before continuing, “yeah, we made them, so essentially, they are ours, right?” sunghoon’s heart swells from hearing that statement, if only it was that easy to claim them as their children.
they’ve made hundreds, close to a thousand together. even before he met sunoo, he had been making dolls on his own, following his parents’ footsteps and stepping into the existent indents left by his ancestors. he was destined for this, to be living with dolls.
“wouldn’t it be nice if they all came alive—not all at once—that would be horrific,” he feels sunoo’s laugh in form of soft vibrations of his weight on him, the smaller was throwing his head back from the hilarity.
“oh god, no! too many; that’ll be a disaster,” he says in between reminiscence of his laughter, imagining the scenario gave him goosebumps all over.
“but imagine how lively this house would become,” his hands took sunoo’s filing the spaces between with his fingers and moving it on his thighs.
slowly, he closes his eyes and thought up of the huge and empty house, the walls echoing faint sounds of laughter and delighted screams, envisioning them with children in the rose garden, running and chasing around and rolling on the luscious grass, feeling the prickly sensation on their backs as they laugh out loud.
they would be jumping around the mansion, singing nursery rhymes as they try to groom their appearances into prim and proper children with bursting energy like sunoo. sunghoon would spend his entire life sewing and designing clothes for each and every one of them, all suited to their tastes.
that would be the life.
“but my life is with you—that, i’m sure of,” sunghoon places a chaste kiss on his shoulder, sunoo playfully rolled his eyes, hiding his stubborn smile from the giddiness, “you’re so cheesy, hyung,”
life would be so much duller if it weren’t for sunoo, because it really was. before, people look at him weird when he brings up that he plays with dolls. weird, creepy, scary—that was their usual response, that’s when he knew he was going to be alone again every school year, no matter which school he transferred to, people would distance himself from him.
it boggles his mind how other people were allowed to talk about their interest with no worries, but as soon as his is brought up, they wouldn’t look at him the same way.
he used to think that he was going to live alone in this world and die alone too. later on he discovered that all those years longing for someone was worth it. for sunoo, it was all worth the wait. who else if not him deserves this pretty little angel on his lap right now?
sunoo kissed the corner of his lip before going on his phone to scroll through instagram, letting sunghoon feed off his body warmth.
“oh yeah, i’ve been meaning to ask you hyung—who was the man in the store earlier?”
“he’s an author from a fashion magazine. he called a few days ago and asked permission to write an article about us, though more on the clothes,” sunoo oohed, still mindlessly scrolling through his socials as sunghoon peppers his fair skin with kisses. something in his insides stirred up regarding jay park.
earlier in the shop, he recalled the wolfish gaze the man had on sunoo. he was discreetly eyeing sunoo, and he caught a glint of looming lust in his eyes. he’s not so happy with that—he knows how sunoo turns heads around, enchanting people with his looks and playful nature.
sunoo being sunoo, he basks in the attention and cajoles. if he wants to, he could pull in anyone, melt any heart of anyone he desires. but he doesn’t, sunoo only has eyes for him—or at least he hopes so.
“why did you ask?” there was a hint of suspicion in his voice, but he tries to not let it show.
“just asking,” he replies habitually. the doubt in sunghoon’s head grew, doubting that sunoo would ask without a motive. his hands wraps around him a little tighter, locking him in place as if sunoo was gonna run away.
he would be lying if he said he wasn’t even a tad bit insecure. sunoo is his most prized possession, worth more than any heirloom nor anything he could accumulate.
he would be lying too if he haven’t thought of being undeserving of sunoo’s love, but it would land him in hell if he claims to never have purposely shunned sunoo from others.
it was quite immature of him he must admit. he can’t shake off the hungry greed for sunoo’s love and attention, and he loathes when sunoo pays attention to other guys. his heart clenches when he recalls his lover twirling around in the shop, skirt lifted a little too high, jay must’ve noticed. jay must’ve seen it.
despite all the whirlpool of deadly emotions on his mind, he remains calm on the surface, continuing to snuggle sunoo up impossibly closer, soaking in his sweet ylang ylang perfume.
“you’re tired of me already, huh?” his voice was laced with hurt. he was fishing for pity, for attention. for his attention like a child.
“what? no, i’m not! where did you even get that from?” he shook his head, shutting down that narrative by placing a kiss on his temple.
“i only love you, hyung,” he says cutely, pecking hoon’s tip of his nose to diffuse the tension. however, it proved to be futile as the hands around his waist started roaming around his abdomen, feeling him up as sunghoon got closer closer to his ear.
“are you lying?” where did this spark of wariness and jealously even appear from, but the damage is done.
in his head was horrifying thoughts: the house being sound silent from sunoo’s laughter, his warm touch on another man’s skin instead—the man from earlier, jay.
“no, why would i be lying?” he asks nervously, sunghoon was going under the silk dress, his rough and calloused tips grazing on his skin, cold hands contrasting with his hot breath against his neck was sending shivers down his spine.
“i have a feeling that you are—back there, you looked eager to get his praise. bet you deliberately spun so he could see what was under that short skirt, didn’t you?” he shook his head, quickly denying it. one of his hands were approaching dangerously close to his chest, circling his left areola.
“n-no, i really didn’t! i was just happy to see someone in the shop,” oh, he felt a pang, and instead of disheartening, the flicker of flame enkindling, about to wring hell.
“oh, so you are tired of me?”
“no, hyung! i’m not—“ he bit his lip to suppress a whimper from sunghoon pinching his nub, toying with it in between his fingers as the other drags lower and lower to rub his flat tummy.
“not what? you’re not tired of boring ol’ hoonie? but why are you asking about other guys to me?” he mocks his honeyed voice. as his nipple was being flicked and pushed, sending little shocks throughout his body, sunghoon’s right hand travels down under, tugging lightly on the frilly hem of his silk panties.
“jay saw your panties—and you just let him. do you like showing it off? you wanna show them to jay? i can send some pictures to him if you like that,” he whines in protest, back slightly arching from the pain. it wasn’t enough, this stimulation was making his pussy drip already, wanting sunghoon to do more.
“h-hyung…more, more,” he whimpers, wincing as his hand moved to the other already erected nub, leaving the other sensitive and throbbing. to his disappointment, not only did his plea was ignored, sunghoon brought the bottom hem of his dress to his mouth.
“stop whining, dolls don’t talk,” he coldly ordered.
to that he whined again though obediently clamping down on the lace with his soft lips, though he doesn’t know how long he could hold on without any noise when sunghoon went past the band of his panties, feeling the moist lips of his pussy that has been leaking nonstop from his ministrations, sunghoon scoffed.
“you’re so wet,” his fingers swiped into the wet folds, pushing them apart to find sunoo’s clit—it didn’t take much time to find it and toy with it, moving in circular motions painstakingly slow to tease him.
“talking about jay really turned you on,” again, he lets out a protesting whimper, his breaths getting shakier as he struggles to bite down his dress. it’s too early for him to cum, he thinks. the night is still young, he’ll have him all night.
sunoo felt like crying when he feels the coarse tips stop stimulating him and leaving his pulsating pussy. instead, his hands traced his sides and his curves as if to memorise every inch of his skin, his lips then began leaving open-mouthed kisses along his neck, deliberately letting his teeth graze the sensitive spots.
“too bad he’ll never see you this way, huh? this is all for my eyes,” he strokes sunoo’s tummy then back at his chest.
“you are too pretty i think, sunoo-ya,” sunoo blushes at the compliment, there’s something about how sunghoon praises him that never fails to make him feel warm inside. even if a million people call him pretty and touch him like this, only sunghoon would have this effect on him. with a slight touch, he crumbles for sunghoon.
“you could easily pass for a doll; so gorgeous and bright, the one that stands out—everyone wants you,” he preens at the praises. it comes out of his mouth 24/7 yet he could never get over how it makes him feel, how he got sunghoon, someone just as good-looking as him to worship his body like a deity.
the kisses kept on going, he was adamant on feeling everything up, keeping it as slow as he can go just to leave sunoo on the edge, he was pretty sure he’s leaking on sunghoon’s sweatpants too.
“but baby, you know i don’t like sharing, right?” he asks, whispering into his ear as if there was someone else was in the room, to that sunoo nodded. sunghoon never had to share anything his whole life, he’s grown to have things all to himself. “i don’t like it when other people look at my dolly, but everyone wants to play with you. don’t they know you belong to me and me only?”
“i got to you first, so it’s not fair. why can’t anyone understand that? you’re all mine, and i’m all for you too,”
sunoo feels him lick a long stripe on his neck up to his ear, making him shudder. suddenly, there was a sharp pain nipping on his skin from sunghoon biting down on his shoulder as hard as he can without warning, pulling out a yelp from him, the fabric in his mouth released accordingly.
“s-sunghoon…” he stutters out as he feels blood rise to the bitten skin, seeping out from the throbbing wound. sunghoon laps on the crimson liquid, proud of the creation of the raw indents of his teeth on his unblemished skin, it was starting to bruise.
“i branded my doll—would they stop playing with you now?” it sounded more of a stern order, commanding and intimidating.
“but i’m afraid i cannot let this slide because a doll can’t be seducing other people—you have to learn how to face the consequences of your actions, sunoo-ya,” sunoo anticipated that this would happen, it was no use even if he acts out now as he hooks his arm under his legs, the other cradling his back and carried sunoo up the stairs to their bedroom.
“on all fours, baby,” he ordered after placing sunoo on the soft mattress, going to his side of the bed to take something out of the crevice of his bedside table—a wooden paddle with red ribbon tied into a bow on its handle by sunoo himself.
with a heavy heart, sunoo got into position, making sure to arch his back so his ass would pop out more and he braces himself when he feels sunghoon’s perverted hands knead his plush flesh.
“baby doll better keep count, alright?” he nodded, taking a deep breath to calm his erratic heartbeat.
slap!
the jarring sound of the hard wood hitting his ass echoed on the antique walls, the pain prickling through his nerves made him weak in his joints, blood rushed to his bottom from impact.
“one,” he counted, regulating his breathing to take his mind off the pain, it hurts so good. another one landed shortly with the same amount of force, but it hurts twice as bad. sunoo’s knees are already buckling, the pain and humiliation translating into arousal gathering into the pool of his stomach.
“two,” just as he said out loud, another hit landed unexpectedly harder than the previous one, almost making him stumble. dolls are made to be handled with care, sunghoon says. it’s true, and he loves how his lover would treat him like porcelain, so frail and fragile. even in bed, he’s always so careful with him, putting sunoo’s satisfaction ahead of his own. the most hits he would ever receive for a punishment is about fifteen strikes.
but as he holds on until 15, shaking and trembling from the constant impact on his ass that now pulsated, his skin blotchy from the red blood marbling on his skin, he grew more panicked as sunghoon went on and on, going past their usual. 16, 17, 18, 19,
“sung—sunghoon-hyung, i—“ another swift hit landed, and he finds it more excruciating than the rest, his legs almost giving in on him.
he could feel his warm syrupy slick from his pussy running down his thighs, it’s getting harder and harder to hold on to his orgasm—the pain was too addicting, the wanton desire in him wanted it to go on and on, he wants it to sting so bad that he couldn’t sit without crying—but what he wanted more in this world is to be stuffed with sunghoon’s fat cock and get fucked thoroughly, and he won’t have that until this ends.
his jaw was roughly grabbed by sunghoon and turned to his direction to face him, bed dipping from his hand on the mattress. his eyes were darkened with lust and an unknown emotion he has never seen before—there wasn’t a hint of the kindness he had before, instead a malicious expression, jaw clenched as his grip on sunoo’s jaw strengthens.
“you didn’t count,” he simply informed, roughly releasing his grip on him and leaving the bed again, swinging the paddle higher and harder on his ass. 20, 21, 22, 23, 24–
“h-hoon—“ he let out a strangled moan as another hit smacked him unexpectedly, the needling pain all over his buttocks becoming more and more unbearable, tears were prickling on his eyes, blurring his vision.
“don’t call me like that, honey—that’s disrespectful,”
slap!
another blow made the coil in his stomach tighten unknowingly, “didn’t i teach my little doll manners?” slap! another one arrived as he finished asking.
“what do you call me?”
“hyung,” he hits his ass again, and sunoo is swaying, trying to balance himself and stay calm, although tear were starting to roll off his cheeks like rain droplets.
“not the answer,”
“o-oppa,” sunoo locks eyes with him with a pitiful expression, eyes shining as tears flow down his flushed cheeks. he hums in satisfaction, the strain against his bottoms is getting tighter from seeing him in such state, what a sight to see, and it’s all for him.
sunghoon feels like a sick bastard; sunoo was struggling to stay up on his limbs, shaking and trembling from all the hard hits he willingly received.
in spite of his light-hearted, teasing tone earlier, he can’t help but see red every time his mind conjured up all the times fuckers ogled at his beautiful spouse, all the hollering and whistling, all the flirtatious tones and not-so discreet glances when sunoo is out with him. jay wasn’t the worst case—but his blood boils whenever he thinks about jay seeing sunoo that way, as far as popping a boner.
he wished the man hadn’t come there at all, wished he never let him interview him over pleasant tea, asking about all sorts of things. he lives a rather private life and he likes to keep it that way, god knows what that nosy author would write about but it better not be about sunoo.
“t-thirty-one,” his voice brittle, one the verge of crying he thinks. his succulent ass was red all over, irritated and hot from the blood rising, but it turns him one every time the paddle hits the soft globes, the rippling of the soft plush excites him more than anything.
it’s so like sunoo; always eager to meet new people and make new friends and form connections. a part of him finds it fascinating, admirable when he could turn on his charm and make people feel comfortable with him. without that bright and amicable personality of his, they wouldn’t have met.
“thirty-five,”
however, a part of him still couldn’t brush off the gluttonous craving of wanting him all for himself. sunoo is only for his eyes, his sweet, mellifluous voice calling his name for his ears only, his touch, his kisses, his body all for his pleasure. and it angers him how other people were interfering with his comfortable life.
“thirty-n-nine…”
even after these years, he still wonders: is he not enough for sunoo alone? everything of him—his head, his strength, his body, his heart—all is surrendered to him, the one and only person he will ever love. and the only one that’ll have the right to do so.
“f-forty—!”
sunoo is mine—he’s mine, he’s mine. it reverberates through his mind like a mantra—what would make people stop drooling over his sunoo like bitches? what would make people stop hitting on him? what would make those perverts steer clear from him? a unspoken sign that sunoo has him—no one else.
“f-forty-three…” sunoo hiccups, choking on his own tears, he’s hanging on by a tether, so close to the edge, he can’t handle any more—
slap!
“forty-f-fou—“ all of the sudden, electric shocked sunoo’s whole frame, and an overwhelming sensation rippled through every cell in him, all of the pleasure washing out from him and knocking him out from his feeble ground, falling on the mattress. his already soaked white panties oozing out clear liquid as he came untouched with a wail, legs trembling.
“i haven’t fucked you and you already came?” says sunghoon followed by a dark chuckle. poor baby is having aftershocks of his orgasm, spasming on the bed as he weeps into the sheets. he threw the paddle elsewhere and climbed on the mattress, kissing the side of his cheek. the pitiful crying sounds gained a bit of sympathy from him, he melts and bends so easily for sunoo, forgetting his initial agenda.
“aww, you’ve been so good for me,” his kisses trail closer to his lips, finally kissing him softly as sunoo hiccups, tears stopping from the tender love. “good boy, always so good for me,” only for me.
he delves deeper into the kiss, sunoo parts his lips and allowed entry to the wet muscle to mingle with his tongue for a short while before pulling away.
sunghoon gets up and sunoo can hear him untie the drawstrings of his sweatpants and jump out of them. with wobbly limbs, he musters up enough strength to crawl to the edge of the bed where his eyes immediately latched onto the huge bulge in sunghoon’s boxers, the tip already peeking out from his elastic band.
“come here. you have to make up to me, sunoo-ya,” he nodded a little too eagerly, getting on his knees on the carpet without being told to.
still sniffling from crying, he began placing open-mouthed kisses following the obvious bulge, then he pulled down sunghoon’s boxers and let the long and girthy cock sprung free.
no matter how many times he sees his size, he still gets antsy about it, how does it even fit every time without ripping him? the consequences don’t matter to him, the trickling flame of lust in him singed any remaining tether of his conscience when he salivates over the sight of the big cock right in front of him.
sunghoon had to chuckle, his hand gingerly stroking his pink locks. “better get to work, baby,”
suunoo started with giving kitten licks on the tip, then slowly dragging his tongue along the length, eyeing the older through his eyelashes to observe his reaction, his big hands are holding his head in place as he lets out a shaky breath.
after kissing the tip, he started the real work—taking the bulbous tip into his mouth and sucking on it like a lollipop, slowly taking in inch by inch. sunghoon groans, “fuck, baby—your mouth feels so good,” encouraging sunoo to take in more and constraining his gag reflex, feeling it hit the back of his throat even though he wasn’t even close to the whole length yet.
it felt so good—sunghoon’s length enveloped by the moist and warm cavern as sunoo sucks him in oh-so slow, looking up to him with glittery eyes and tear-stained pink cheeks. his lips around his circumference leaving a ring of his pink lipstick as he reaches the end, his cute nose touching his skin. sunoo was catching his breath, slacking his jaw and getting used to the heavy cock in his mouth—but sunghoon is impatient.
a chunk of sunoo’s hair is fisted in his hands and used as leverage as he slams into sunoo’s throat, thrusting deep into his oesophagus. sunoo was basically choking on his dick, feeling it relentlessly slam his throat repeatedly as the choked moans wriggled out of his throat.
as he tries not to gag and relax his muscles, at the same time gasping for air, the dried tears came pooling back and glossing his eyes as he gladly let sunghoon use his mouth as his personal fleshlight, all he could do is listen to the grotesque sounds of his muffled moans and sunghoon’s low groans.
“fuck, your mouth, doll. so dirty,” sunghoon groans. abruptly, he stops as he could feel that familiar knot tightening in the inside, yanking him away from his cock. the younger spluttered and wheezed, gasping for air as sunghoon grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up the bed like a rag doll being tossed around.
perhaps, this is what sunghoon meant when he calls him his doll; it was because he’s all for him to use, to toss around however he likes and however he wanted to, dressing up only to be strip naked again.
“as much as i want to cum on your face,” he handily manoeuvres a whining sunoo to lie flat on his back, coming close to the side of his face to whisper into his ear, “a good boy’s gotta have his reward, right?” sunoo hums, letting sunghoon undress him after pulling off his own top.
after placing a soft kiss on his spit-glossed lips, he travels back to sunoo’s beautiful legs, slightly trembling as he smoothes his supple skin, spreading them apart to reveal the sopping wet silk, the fabric sticking to the fat folds of sunoo’s pussy.
he slides it off his legs, tossing it on the ground as he marvels at the sight of the glistening pink folds.
“oppa, please,” the sheer desperation in sunoo’s voice is more endearing than ever as he looks so broken, pleading with his eyes and pouting.
“how do you want it, baby?” sunoo squirms his fingers spread the folds apart, uncovering the slick hole that’s been leaking nonstop.
“however oppa wants it, just please,” his fingers prods at the entrance teasingly, earning a whiny moan from the smaller. his hands gripping his thighs, purposely rougher than needed to leave marks, bruises.
“please what? use your words, tell me what you want,” that very finger swiping along his sensitive clit, loving how it makes his whole body twitch.
“want you big fat cock in me, oppa! please, quick,” he wasted no time, ramming two fingers into sunoo’s tight hole, pulling out a guttural moan from sunoo. his stupidly tight and slick walls are enveloping his finger testing sunghoon’s patience to want to devour him whole.
“goddamn, look at you crying over my fingers—how are you gonna take all of me, babe?” the tight walls are clamping down his fingers like it never took anything in before, and sunoo’s acting like a virgin, writhing and helplessly gasping his name into incoherency, you could barely make up what he’s saying.
his face is all scrunched up, body arching as sunghoon jabbed his fingers in carelessly, prodding right at his sweet spot and hastily adding more digits, making him clench harder. all combined with his lips sucking and biting on his inner thighs, approaching alarmingly close to his pussy, his hands scrambled for purchase and gripped the sheets for dear life.
sunoo could feel it—his orgasm—building up faster than before probably from the preceding, his heart was beating out of his chest and he flat out cries when sunghoon started scissoring all four of his fingers in his pussy, knuckles deep.
“s-sunghoon-oppa…m’close, close,” he mumbles rashly, grabbing hold of a fistful of his silky black hair to get his attention.
“go ahead, sweetie,” the soft and comforting tone, his cruel fingers curling in and massaging his spot and sunoo snapped—a gush of clear, warm liquid came out at once, squirting all over sunghoon’s torso and dousing the sheets, coating his fingers like sweet, sweet syrup.
it’s so tempting that sunghoon had to taste it, wasting no time lapping the juices up and sweeping sunoo’s soaking pussy, making him whine from overstimulation. he used the remaining strength he had, still panting from his orgasm and tugged on sunghoon’s locks again.
when he looked up, he sees sunoo’s reddened face, sobbing and whimpering as he shook his head.
“n-no more, oppa,” he stutters out, “want you in me now, please?” he pouts, chest heaving, knowing that that is the only way to make his lover to listen to him, but a mischievous grin appeared on sunghoon’s face, his heart responded with a bang.
“be patient—gotta clean up after you first,” he stuck his tongue into his hole, licking, lapping his juices and toying with his clit and sucking on it—sunoo was whimpering, so tired but still beyond aroused to make him stop. his eyes was half-open at this point, pussy throbbing and on the verge of passing out.
at some point, to sunoo’s relief, sunghoon stopped and stood up, finally climbing on top of the bed on top of him.
such a sight to see; the tear streaks, the pink glow all over sunoo’s visage as his lips trembled, spit dribbling down his chin as he was blabbering nonsense—what an angel, sunghoon’s heart swells with adoration as the doll under him reached out for him and automatically clinging on his body, hands on his back as he snivels.
“sorry, baby—just love teasing you so much,” there was defiant whine from the other that managed an annoyed nose scrunch in attempt to look angry. he didn’t—it only made him cuter. one hand he caressed sunoo’s cheek and the other was supporting himself to hover on top of his petite body as he passionately kisses sunoo, trying to seal their lips together as much as possible.
“i’ll give you what you want, okay?” sunoo didn’t respond—he wasn’t expected to as he dissolves into the kiss.
still panting from his exhaustion, sunoo could taste himself on sunghoon’s lips, trying to reciprocate the slow kissing as good as possible in his feeble state, suckling like a baby on his lips. his insides flutter from the affection, he wraps himself tighter around sunghoon to deepen the kiss when all of the sudden a blunt intrusion entered his hole.
“h-hoon, slow down,” he squeaked, the large tip stretching his rim burns from the lack of proper preparation—sunghoon took it as a sign to slam in right into the hilt, and sunoo’s raw scream probably scared the critters in the woods.
right off the bat, he started at a relentless pace, slamming his rock hard erection into his pussy and beating the fuck out of his sweet spot, hitting it repeatedly without fail. dragging his cock in and out of sunoo like his life depended on it. if sunoo wasn’t loud enough before, he definitely is now, he could not catch a break as sunghoon’s length constantly abused the spot and making him all but cry out.
“s-slower! op—oppa, s-slow down!” sunghoon spared the fellow creatures by kissing sunoo in attempt to muffle his cries, sloppy and lack of grace like it usually has. the sinful warmth felt holy, the noises they make in bed like gospel to his ears.
the shameless desire to ruin sunoo was stronger than ever, especially when he sounds so broken and powerless with his tears falling down his cheeks like pearls—ethereal, unreal; he’s never seen anything that comes close to sunoo’s beauty. even when he’s in such a pathetic and defenceless state, he’s still the prettiest in the world.
he could paint a doll that resembles him and his features, but never will his skill get to capture the essence of his expressions, no one could ever replicate or duplicate him—sunoo’s one of a kind, which makes him priceless in the eyes of the dollmaker. never will he ever let him go for another person, and he certainly won’t let anyone take him away too.
“tell me, sunoo,” his thrusts came to a halt, getting a small whimper from sunoo who was already close again, body shaking from the heightened senses, it feels like he was stripped off his skin, hypersensitive to every minuscule movement sunghoon makes.
“do you think anyone else would make you feel this way?” he asks, continuing to drag his cock in an agonisingly snail pace, making sunoo’s grip on him tighter.
he shook his head, head devoid of anything else other than sunghoon and chasing with climax, “nononono—faster, hoonie, please,” sunghoon caught his squirming face by the jaw, smushing his cheeks and making sunoo look him in his fierce eyes.
“speak,” he demands, stopping his movements and sunoo was going to cry again out of sheer impetuosity, sobbing like crazy.
“n-no one, oppa,” he breathed out as sunghoon collected his legs to lean against his small chest, giving him more free space to nestle the remaining length inside his heat, pressing himself more and more into sunoo until their breaths mingled with each other.
“you could run around and fuck yourself on other dicks but no one’s going to satisfy you like i do—understand?” he nodded, sniffling away as he tightens his wrap around sunghoon’s shoulder blades.
“you think jay could fuck you like me?—but i got you crying for my dick earlier,” the humiliation burns his skin, blazing through his mind as he recalls how stupidly desperate he is just from a few light touches, and now sunghoon’s eyes were staring right into him, his wolfish smirk sneering, mocking him with his soft caressing of his hair.
“what’s wrong, baby? something on your mind? or maybe,” he tugs on a tuft of his pink hair, “someone?” this time, with little energy left, all he did was let out a disapproving noise, breath uneven as sunghoon starts moving again, dragging right on the spot.
“say it, baby—say that you’re mine,”
“i’m yours, oppa. yours,” mine, no one else. sunoo yelps when he thrusts sharply.
“no one else could have you like me, i won’t ever let them,” he thrusts again.
he pounds his insides deeper and harder as he captures sunoo’s trembling lips. sunoo could feel him in his throat by how deep he is in this position, it feels so good even though it hurts, he unconsciously clenches harder around his girth as he’s close.
“s’deep~! hoon, s-so deep,” he blabbers, crying his throat hoarse, painted nails digging in sunghoon’s skin and carelessly scratching to hold on on the slippery surface. he could hear the horrible sloshing and squelching of his cock beating into his wet pussy was downright obscene, but it provoked stirring in his tummy, his orgasm is just around the corner and climbing up faster than he could hold.
“o-oppa, close—m’close, please, please,” what he mean to say was stop but it was too late.
it all happened too fast, he came with a piercing scream, clawing on his back as his pussy flooded the scene despite being impaled, the warm liquid seeping into the sheets. as he was convulsing violently, sunghoon didn’t wait for him to calm down from euphoria when he started thrusting again, chasing his own climax that was close that ever.
sunoo was weakly trying to wiggle his way out, writhing in tremendous pain from overstimulation as his staccato moans started to decrease as he was running low on energy to stay awake.
“stop…hoonie, hurts…” ignoring sunoo, he kept up with the speed, though his hips starting to stutter as he was getting close. he leans in closer to peck sunoo and dove into his neck, kissing along the curve as he gently sucks and bite the skin.
he notices the hands around him getting looser, “sunoo-ya, hold on, i’m close,” the younger gave a tiny nod, deciding to stay conscious for a little while.
his walls were clamming around his cock so tight, it was getting harder to thrust in. “gonna fill you up so good, yeah?” he places a soft kiss on sunoo’s sweaty forehead before he slows down, sunoo sighs in relief as his cock buried deep in his pussy and filled him up with his warm semen, painting his walls white. finally, sunoo gave out, hands and legs falling down as he pants like a dog, lolling his tongue out.
“such a good doll for me, you did so well,” sunghoon moved his bangs out of his eyes and peppered his forehead with kisses, moving aside to give him room to rest and goes to move his lower body into a more comfortable position.
curiosity got the best of him; sneaking a peek at his pussy, he gapes at the pretty red folds oozing out the thick cum in a stream. his fingers skim through the white liquid, collecting it and pushing it back into his hole, making the younger whine.
sneakily he crawls by sunoo’s side at hugs him from behind, wrapping his arms around the heaving chest and burying his face into the crook of his neck, admiring his work of art.
the scattered blotches of crimson red that will undoubtedly turn into blue and purple tomorrow. his hands caressed his abdomen to soothe and comfort the younger who was still mumbling things he can’t comprehend, smoothening his palms on top of his flat stomach.
his mind wanders around a notion, and he can’t take his mind off his growing erection.
something was prodding at his aching pussy, slipping past the entrance—sunoo whined again, trying to push sunghoon away but the older had caged his hands on his stomach, thrusting his girth into the filled hole, the previous spent dripping out from the movements.
“h-hyung, no more…” he hushes, kissing him softly at his neck as he stays at a moderate pace.
“shh, you can take it, baby,” he whispers, voice raspy. it was no use fighting back, not when he felt like he just got hit by a truck.
“gonna pump your tummy full of my cum, doll,” he kisses the lobe of his ear, nibbling on it, “you like that, didn’t you? you got tighter,” that thought prances in his psyche; being so full of sunghoon’s warm cum that it impregnates him. his back arches when sunghoon angled his cock, and he feels something protruding out of him on his tummy.
“could feel you in my tummy…” sunoo gasped. sunghoon chuckles, “i’m sure of that,” he replies economically.
“n-no, it’s true!” he proves by putting his frail hand on sunghoon’s and moves it to where his tip was poking out of his stomach every time he moves in.
fuck, it is.
he knows how big he is compared to his sweet darling, but he didn’t know he was this small. it drives him insane, trying to make the bulge more apparent by thrusting deeper, the previous load dripping out of sunoo’s pussy, the remaining being pushed deeper and deeper in him.
his moans got louder again as sunghoon continues, gaining more speed as he gets more delirious from the excitement.
“fuck, how i’m lucky to have you. they’re all missing out,” he groans as sunoo was huffing and choking on his own moans, trying to keep his breath steady.
“you know what? maybe that’ll keep those men away—i’ll knock you up,”
with his newfound determination, he goes faster, getting close to his climax. so sensitive and high strung, sunoo’s hand flail around to the back to hold sunghoon to someone make him go slower, feeling like he was about to explode, firecrackers going off heedlessly in him.
it didn’t take long before he came again, knocking all the air in his lungs, sunghoon shot his heavy load in him again, shallowly thrusting to push his semen in further. all as he faintly kisses any skin sunoo exposed, whispering sweet nothings as he watches the smaller’s chest heave slower and slower, dozing off after the intense session.
he was still in him, acting as a plug to keep in the warm cum in sunoo’s pussy for as long as he can before he begins again, and again, and again. he absolutely means what he says—if he’s about to get him pregnant, better do him right.
that vision he had; the singing, laughing, dancing barefoot on the grass. the weight on his shoulders from lifting his child on his shoulders, the scorching sun kissing their skin as they’re huddled up together watching the sun rise from on top of the tranquil hill.
the clothes he would design and sew, the dolls and riches he would shower them, the pride swelling in his chest when he’ll have children of his own, carrying the family name. they’ll be as pretty as their mother, as strong and bright too. and what more could he ask for?
★彡
sunoo woke up to be fully clothed in a clean nightdress, new sheets on the empty bed. when did sunghoon even bathed me? it must’ve been a deep slumber. the curtains on the windows were down just so sunoo could sleep in for longer without getting disturbed, and he would have if not for the a sweet aroma coming from downstairs.
and he would’ve got up and walk down to see what’s cooking if he could feel his lower body.
his whole body ached, he vaguely remembers a few more sessions throughout the night since he fell in and out of consciousness. not that he minded—but god if only the aftermath wasn’t this painful and tiring. an attempt got him collapsing back on the bed with a small squeak, there goes his exercise for the rest of the week.
there was a knock before the door creaked open, sunghoon peaked out of the opening.
“you’re up?” all he got in response are pitiful whale noises, he walked in to see sunoo on the bed stomach down, trembling.
“shh, it’s okay sweetheart, i’m here,” he moved sunoo onto his arms, cradling him in his arms as the younger wraps his ams around his neck for support.
there’s a faint smell of butter and sugar on sunghoon’s shirt and little bit of something else that he can’t identify. as he carried him out of the room, he nuzzles into his chest, inhaling more of the sweet smell, unintentionally feeling sunghoon’s steady heart beating.
does sunghoon’s heart beat for him like his too?
sometimes he wonders how they even got together, now that life before meeting sunghoon became a blur, he doesn’t even know how he lived without meeting him. it all seems natural, their love for each other is like living in a way, it keeps them alive like a pumping heart.
the closer they got to the kitchen, the stronger the smell. hanging from sunghoon like a doll, sunoo finally saw the stack of blueberry pancakes of the marble table with a pot of tea ready. he looks at sunghoon, touched by the thoughtfulness.
“what, it was the least i could do for you,” he says, carefully seating sunoo on the wooden chairs when he jumped back onto him.
“what’s wrong?” sunoo sheepishly looked away, hiding back into sunghoon chest.
“it hurts…” he murmured, burying deeper when he hears sunghoon snickering, blushing red.
“i really did you good last night, huh?” he joked. sunoo grabbed the neck line of his t-shirt and pulled on it, bulging his eyes out (not-so) threateningly.
“don’t you dare laugh or i will shove that lampshade up your ass,” sunghoon chuckles, kissing his forehead and dismissing his threat.
“sure, whatever you like, baby,”
the situation was solved after assessing the situation: one, sunoo can’t sit without a cushion. two, sunghoon doesn’t want to let go of sunoo. so, he ended up eating his pancakes on sunghoon’s lap as the older rests his chin on his shoulder like a parrot, his hands as a seatbelt around his waist.
he’s being awfully clingy, but then again, he’s always been so clingy and possessive of him and sunoo understands, much enjoys the attention he receives on a basis.
“aren’t you gonna eat too?” sunoo asks, cutting the stack through with a fork, stabbing and dipping it in the glistening honey in the condiment tray. sunghoon shook his head, his hair brush against his neck, tickling sunoo.
“i made it all for you,” he proceeds to tilt and rest his cheek instead, getting a clearer view of his lover cutely chewing on the meal. sunoo points at the recipe book on the island counter, sprawled open.
“i used your recipe—that’s why it’s nice,” sunghoon grins, his talents only lies on dollmaking, his craftsmanship rivals no one. but sunoo’s strength is his weakness, and usually he’d be the one to cook and he’ll be his sous chef. like a jigsaw puzzle; they’re made for each other, every cut and curve is tailored to fit each other snugly.
a piece of pancake skewered through the fork hovered in front of his face. “you need to stop pampering me too much! you have to eat too,” sunoo offered so he graciously accepted, munching the pancake, the pieces of blueberry oozing its juices on his tongue.
giddy like a child, he nuzzles closer to his crook of his neck and chews while staring at the blotches on the dyed skin.
he’s mine, sunoo really is mine.
there’s too much love in him for sunoo, there’s no way he could not not shower him with affection all the time. it just builds up in him, sometimes he feels like he could spontaneously combust. sunoo kisses his lips, stamping the blueberry juices on his lips.
“let me baby you too,” you don’t need to, he wanted to say but oh how it billows every part of him with mirth for his love to be reciprocated.
even after years of loving sunoo, he’ll never get old of the butterflies from the mere fact that he has the privilege to do so. to be living with him, to be able to touch him, to call him, to even look at him. it all feels surreal, like a dream—if it is, he wouldn’t ever want to wake up.
“okay, i will,” he replies, giving sunoo a big smooch on his soft cheek that made him giggle.
★彡
it’s been a while, he looks at the front of the shop. through the glass pane, above the white wainscoting—previously grey with muddy splatters from age—and he sees the shop’s layout hasn’t changed, though the cleanliness almost clinical with pristine, untouched white wood and polished marble tiles.
six months since the article that jay wrote about the subculture fashion, its aesthetics and this shop is a feature in the issue.
and here he is again, months later in front of shop, carrying a bouquet of flowers from his company. thank god he didn’t get lost this time around, but the ‘closed’ sign on the door indicated that they’re closed, obviously. though, he noticed that there was still signs of people in the shop and all he needs to do is pass the bouquet of colourful gerbera daisies to someone.
preferably anyone but park sunghoon, that man scares him.
he saw sunghoon came out of the store room behind the counter cradling a roll of green tulle in his hand. it’s just his luck he guessed, but he gave a small wave from outside, hoping that sunghoon would invite him inside. instead, the raven came out instead, his stoic face already making jay squirm.
“hi, sunghoon-ssi, long time no see. how have you been?” without a word, he nodded.
“i noticed the shop is closed and it’s 3 p.m.—has the store changed business hours?”
“temporarily,” he answered, no tone.
“oh, why so?” sunghoon took a bit of time before answering.
“for my assistant,” he wants to ask more, genuinely curious but he feels like he’s not going to get a good answer.
this is awkward, jay thinks, let’s just get this over with—
the door behind sunghoon opens to another person—a person with faded pink hair, walking out carrying a big box in his hands. his fox eyes widen when they make eye contact.
ah, it’s sunghoon’s assistant, sunoo, the one that he mistook for a living doll—the one that gave him a boner last time. jay tried to not think of that, he managed a small smile on his smile to match the other.
“oh, hi jay-ssi! long time no see—aw, what lovely flowers! what brings you here?” it’s hard not to gawk at how pretty sunoo is because his beauty really is unparalleled. compared to the short encounter, this one he took longer to scan his countenance and appreciate the delicate features, down to his frilly puritan collar to his smooth legs exposed by the knee-length dress.
a bit longer than he should since he hears the same giggle that has been periodically haunting and ringing in his ears on lonely nights. and he recalls that very day they met more than he’ll ever admit, imagining that beauty in his bed in unspeakable scenarios.
“jay-ssi, it seems that you find eyes on my knees every time we meet,” sunoo teased, making blood rush to his face as he has realised what he has done yet again, unaware of the sharp pair of eyes staring at him with murderous intent.
“i apologise—uh, i actually came here on behalf of the company to thank the two of you for the contribution. actually, that article brought a lot of traffic to our content since lolita has always been a very iconic genre of fashion that isn’t always talked about. it’s even rarer to meet one! actually, sunoo-ssi—you’re the first lolita i have ever seen in public and i don’t think there are any others that could rival your loveliness,”
he catches a warm smile from sunoo—he smiles back, handing the bouquet to sunghoon who’s been quiet the whole time, his face fixed into a bored expression. sunghoon glances at sunoo, then back at jay.
“sunoo-ya, you can let me carry the box, it looks heavy. take the flowers,” sunoo nodded, handing sunghoon the box for him to carry and receiving the flowers from jay’s hands, and jay’s eyes widen at a discovery.
oh, the business hours make sense now.
“congratulations,” jay says, smiling awkwardly at a bashful sunoo, then at sunghoon who for once has his facial expression changed from his usual to a smug smirk.
the fabric of his flowy evening dress hitched up from what he assumes but do not want to believe is a bump—a baby bump. the size similar to a watermelon on his belly that was hidden by the big box he was carrying.
and from the looks of how sunoo his carrying the flowers in one hand and the other hooked on sunghoon’s arm, it seems that sunoo is obviously committed to park sunghoon. it all makes sense now, he was too dense to catch the signs from their first meeting. sunoo giggled, leaning his cheek on sunghoon lovingly.
“six months,” sunoo said, looking to his husband, his eyes sparkling with fondness.
“it’s actually five months, three weeks and six days,” sunghoon corrected, making sunoo roll his eyes.
“anyway, jay-ssi—thank you for visiting and the flowers! at the end of the day, it was your work that got your company’s success—thank you and congrats to you too!” sunoo waved goodbye, linking hands with sunghoon again as soon as he retreated into his car and left after waving back. poor guy, the look on his face.
“see—my strategy worked, no more guys pestering and flirting with you,” sunoo laughed breathily, clinging closer to sunghoon as they walk home, box full of hand-sewn baby clothes.
sunghoon had started sewing them as soon as they got the news of sunoo expecting, making sure to use the best of material and design since he wants the best for their first child.
“what would you do after i deliver? the bump will go away too,” a pout formed when he looked down at his bump. even having the baby in him made him the happiest he’s ever been but hopefully when she’s out of the womb, days will only get better.
“then i’ll put another baby in you, no big deal,” a slap landed on his bicep as he laughed at his own joke—or is it? sunghoon smiled as he watches the afternoon sun grazing his glimmering fair skin, tinting it a perfect orange. then, his eyes glanced at his huge belly, his smile stretching wide.
he’s so pretty carrying my child. his heart warmed up at that thought, knowing that sunoo really is his, the baby too.
his pretty, pretty doll.
“anywayssss,” sunoo drags the s long, looking at sunghoon’s face with big eyes, “the baby’s been craving mint choco for a while…” he cutely fluttered his eyelashes, and who is he to resist?
“you and the baby can have all the mint chocolate ice cream in the world,” a small ‘yeay’ can be heard from sunoo who hugs his arm tighter after placing the flowers in the box, hugging his arm.
every single cell in their body is made to love each other.
“we love you, sunghoonie-hyungggg~”
“i love you both too,” he kisses the crown of his head, almost spilling out the contents in the box. sunoo cackles as he shakes it to shift the neatly folded clothes back to center.
in this world of 7 billion, it’ll only be him and sunoo, loving each other ‘till the end.