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giftrashlord-007 · 2 years

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Replay || Sungyoon

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tranquilpetrichor · 1 year

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the luck of the rabbit

cast: y (golden child) x gn!reader

wc: 437

genre: fluff, comfort

warnings: mentions of being tired, barely proofread

notes: 새해 복 많이 받으세요! a late happy lunar new year—consider this a little gift. life's been very busy but fun lately, but i hope i find more time to write in the future, haha. the banner is mine, btw. (also, rabbit. bunny. whatever. still thought of sungyoon when i saw what year we were celebrating.)

you opened a new page in your sketchbook, and put pencil to paper for the first time in a few days. your grip was light on the pencil, as if you were letting it move of its own accord, merely following its will.

after about 15 minutes, the page was no longer blank, but filled with a large rabbit and a variety of other doodles. how freeing it was, to stay in your room, draw and forget about stress for a while.

you felt a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders and you glanced upwards with a smile. "sungyoon! when did you get back?"

"only a few minutes ago. the bakery was quite busy today, but that makes sense when it's the day before seollal."

"i'm sure you're happy that it's finally the year of the rabbit?" you joked. amongst your friends, everyone liked to joke that his features were rather bunny-like, especially when he smiled.

"of course!"

you ruffled his hair with one hand, pencil in the other. “i can't wait to celebrate with you and your family. i've missed seeing them!"

work had been busy lately, and although you enjoyed your job for the most part, you still needed to rest, but also, reflect on everything that had happened to you in the last 12 months. you were more than happy to start over and welcome the new year with open arms.

hopefully, spending time around your chosen family would raise your spirits.

sungyoon glanced at the intricate drawings in your sketchbook in awe. "wow, this is really beautiful. i remember that my cousins really loved your art—they smile so much around you."

you beamed with pride. "i'm glad. i'd be happy to draw some more for them!"

he motioned for you to sit beside him on your apartment couch, and gently laid his head on your shoulder, letting out a content sigh of relief.

"doing errands really tires you out at the end of the day," he said, and you couldn't help but giggle a little. you stroked his back fondly.

"let's just stay here a little while longer then."

he yawned and pulled you closer to him. "hey, can i take a picture of that rabbit drawing of yours later? for luck."

to that, you chuckled. "you're enough luck for the both of us, sungyoon."

the red lanterns scattered around the house, your sketchbook, the thought of delicious glass noodle stir fry, memories of the people you loved (including the one with his head now in your lap)—all of these would carry you into the year of the rabbit and hopefully beyond.

taglist: @restlessmaknae

#kflixnet #kwritersworldnet #golcha x reader #golden child x reader #golden child imagines #golden child y #golden child sungyoon #golcha scenarios #golcha imagines #golden child scenarios #tranquilpetrichorfic

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blossom-hwa · 1 year

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5 Year Anniversary Drabble Game - Golden Child m.list

Will be updated as the drabble game goes on :) please let me know if any links aren’t working!

Requests are closed!

⭐ – fluff

💔 – angst

🌙 – warnings

Scenarios Masterlist | Drabbles Masterlist | Drabble Game Post

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Reminiscence | slice of life!au | ⭐

→ Jangjun convinces you to take a vacation back home, where he shows you something you’d long forgotten.

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The Earth Laughs in Flowers | slice of life!au | ⭐

→ On a rainy day that feels like the end, Jibeom finds a reason to smile.

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Convenience Store Shenanigans | vampire!au | ⭐, 🌙

→ You go over to the supernatural convenience store to visit your vampire boyfriend, Donghyun. Shenanigans ensue.

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byeoltual · 2 years

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Y || A WOO!!

#now that I look at this set... the more I realize that they're all basically the same...#gonna act like this set wasn't self-indulgent...#no thoughts brain empty #golden child #golden child a woo!!#golden child y #golden child sungyoon #choi sungyoon #gncd!!#my bum ass gifs.gif

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taegyunie · 6 months

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cuties on a slide 🛝

#golden child #nesswork #kpopccc #kpopco #golcha #malegroupsnet #son youngtaek #bae seungmin #hong joochan #choi bomin #lee daeyeol #lee jangjun #kim donghyun #bong jaehyun #kim jibeom #can the military please let sungyoon come back now... this gifset can't be complete without him #taegyunie.gif

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yizaicons · 5 months

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⸺ golden child icons 💬 like/reblog if use ✦

#yizaicons #120x120 #icons #packs #layouts #moodboards #golcha #golden child #lee daeyeol #choi bomin #choi sungyoon #lee jangjun #son youngtaek #bae seungmin #bong jaehyun #kim jibeom #kim donghyun #hong joochan #park jaeseok

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ljjun · 9 months

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HAPPY SUNGYOON DAY! • 950731

#choi sungyoon #sungyoon #golden child #gncd #golcha #nesswork #woollimnet #mygifs

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notkekey · 6 months

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Golden Child - Feel Me MV (Parte 1)

#golcha #kpop #lee daeyeol #choi bomin #lee jangjun #son youngtaek #bae seungmin #bong jaehyun #kim jibeom #kim donghyun #hong joochan #choi sungyoon #golden child

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thepixelelf · 6 months

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[sooo, what did I miss?] The first thing you notice when you come to is the acrid fumes in the air. They tickle your nose and rouse a cough from the deepness of your chest, which travels up your throat and comes out as a choke. Your head feels like it's filled with seawater -- like it's been drowning for hours, but you can't let the pain and grogginess hinder you from moving. You have to get out of your car if it's smelling this much like gasoline, and fast.

Your entire body feels stiff. At first, you try to flex your fingers, get the blood pumping enough to make use of them at all. Opening your eyes proves to not be much help. The fumes sting against your eyeballs, and you can't see past the engaged airbag anyhow. Instead, you keep your eyes screwed shut and grunt as you lift both arms to push the deflating airbag out of your way. On muscle memory alone, you fumble for the key in the ignition. Your fingers, for a few seconds, are too weak to twist the key, but after a few determined yanks, you successfully turn off your car. With one possibility of an explosion knocked off the list, you heave yourself off the car seat and shove your body into the driver's side door, thankful when you can open it just fine.

Whatever you'd hit after veering off the road, at least it didn't--

Fuck, why did you veer off the road?

As you fall out of your car, hacking up a storm, having inhaled too much smoke, you try to gather your memories together, but find nothing. There's this lingering feeling... You know something made you jerk both hands on the wheel and swerve off the freeway.

You just don't know what.

Deciding that the memory will probably come back to you later, you stumble a good number of steps away from your car and collapse once again to catch your breath. The cool night air does your lungs well, easing the fire that's still burning in your chest little by little. A metallic taste coats the inside of your mouth. You'd bit your tongue during the crash.

The roads around you are empty, but what did you expect at sometime-past-three in the goddamn morning? You'd been... yes, you were on your way to the other side of the city, choosing the freeway over the hustle and bustle of traffic in the city streets. Sungyoon had called you.

Well, no. One of Sungyoon's friends had called you using his phone. They asked you to come pick him up from the club they were at because he was apparently "blasted". Though, he was lucid enough to have his friends call you rather than his older sister, whom you suspected would chew him out for drinking during his university's exam season.

Even though you're closer to Seonhui, you tend to err on the side of the "cool uncle" type to Sungyoon, despite being only four years older than him. You know, the type of person you can call to pick you up from the bar without getting upset at you for being there in the first place. Someone who has no stake in any of your life decisions, so they get the privilege of not having to judge you for any of them.

He'd said something about Seonhui -- you had heard his voice yelling in the background of the call. Something about how she didn't have to know and about something important he had to tell you when you showed up.

You groan thinking about him. Poor guy; now his sister actually does have to know because her friend is an idiot who drives off freeways for no discernible reason. Feeling around your pockets, you sigh in relief when you find your phone. There's no way you'd want to search your now hellmouth of a car for it.

You know the logical thing to do first is call emergency services, but you could be on the phone with them for who knows how long. Might as well tell the person who's depending on you that you can't make it. Dialling the most recent number isn't difficult, really, although you're starting to feel the chill in the air. You shiver as you bring your phone up to your ear.

"You've reached the voicemail of--"

His voice interrupts the automated one. "Choi Sungyoon."

"--please leave a message after the tone."

You frown at the beep that rings in your ear. Sungyoon should be looking at his phone if he's waiting for you to pick him up, or at least have the ringer on. You wait only a few seconds after hanging up to call him again.

This time, the low trill rings twice before he picks up.

"...Hello?"

You're a bit out of it at this point, having just crashed your car and all, but you think he sounds... slow, like he just woke up, but also hesitant. Since you can't think of a reason he'd sound like that, though, you just ignore it.

"Hey, listen," you say, voice raspy from all those noxious fumes. "I can't pick you up anymore. Sorry"

He doesn't respond for a moment.

A long moment.

"...What?"

He must be pretty drunk.

"I got into a little accident. Princess--" That's what you, Seonhui, and Sungyoon affectionately call your shitty 2007 Honda Civic. You look over at your still-smoldering car and grimace. "--she's done for."

More silence. It's strange... there's no sound in the background, either. Did he move outside?

"Anyway, you're gonna either have to bite the bullet and call Seonhui or maybe try an Uber--"

"Is this some sort of sick joke?"

Your words come to a halt at his sudden, bitter tone, and you let out an incredulous huff of a laugh. "Look, man, I crashed Princess on the side of the road, so I'm sorry" --your tongue curls sarcastically around the apology-- "that I can't pick you up from your drunken bender."

"How do you know about Princess?"

"What the hell are you on about, Sungyoon? How do I know about my car?" An exasperated breath escapes you, and you choke on it for a second. After the short coughing fit has cleared, you bring your phone back to your ear. "You're drunker than I thought. Don't you have an exam soon or something?"

"Exam-- who is this?"

That makes you pause.

"Sungyoon," you say, simply. "It's me."

Another moment of quiet passes, and you wonder to yourself if you've suffered a concussion.

Then he asks, "What's my favourite food?"

"What does that have to do--"

"Answer the question."

Sighing, you wrap your free arm around your middle in a futile attempt to stay warm. "You tell everyone it's sashimi, but I know for a fact that you keep a stash of white chocolate in your room."

You hear him exhale. "Fuck."

"I don't underst--"

"Where are you?" he asks, a frantic tone to his voice now.

"Umm..." You glance around. "Highway 216... close to exit thirty-four."

"Don't move. I'm coming to get you."

You shake your head, struggling to keep up. "What? If you're calling me an Uber, don't bother. I have to call EMS to file the--"

"Don't," Sungyoon insists, and you have no idea why, but you feel inclined to listen. "Listen to me. Do not call anyone. Wait until I get there."

"There's a fine if you don't report an accident in twenty-four hours."

"Trust me." The sound of a car door slamming shut on his end of the line only gives you more questions. "You don't need to bother."

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It takes only fifteen minutes for Sungyoon to find you, and by then you're shivering from head to toe.

A car you've never seen before pulls over and parks hastily near where you're standing (the cold ground got a little too cold). Its four-way flashers turn on before a familiar-ish figure exits and starts making his way towards you, silhouetted by the car's headlights.

"Since when can you drive?" you call out first, since it's definitely a surprise to you seeing your friend's little brother behind the wheel. You could've sworn Seonhui was whining about his lack of license a week ago. "And-- wait, should you be driving? You were just drinking--" He steps even closer, and you see the wisps of his hair lit by the headlights behind him. "Is your hair red? When did that--"

You don't get the chance to finish your question. Sungyoon pulls you tightly into him, his hand on the back of your head pressing your face into his coat so all you can really say is "oomph."

Sungyoon's never really hugged you before. At least, not like this. His fingers dig into the fabric of your clothes, like he's clutching desperately to something that will slip from his grasp if he loosens his hold even the slightest.

It faintly registers to you that he doesn't smell like alcohol at all.

You try to speak, muffled as you are against his coat. "Sungyoon, what--"

"I dyed my hair last week," he says, breathless. The words are panted over your ear, and it's then you fully realize how closely he's wrapped himself around you. You go to say something about how you saw his black hair just the other day, but he continues. "I'm four years sober next month."

The numbers are not crunching. "That doesn't--"

"And my license," he says, finally pulling back just enough so that you can see his face. "I got that in 2018."

You frown. "It's 2016."

Sungyoon breathes out your name, but all you hear is warning bells. You can tell by the pitying look on his face -- as much as it's mixed with relief. You're not going to like what he says next.

"It's 2023," he tells you, saying your name again like it's precious. He holds you tighter. "You've been missing for seven years."

#golden child scenarios #golden child imagines #golcha scenarios #golcha imagines #sungyoon x reader #choi sungyoon x reader

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minzbins · 1 year

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Y, JIBEOM & JOOCHAN All Day (Harmony ver.)

#golden child #golcha #woollimnet #kflops #kiwitracks #userbeepls #hijaehyukkies #useroro #sungyoon #choi sungyoon #jibeom #kim jibeom #joochan #hong joochan #!melstuff #all day #the playlist #flashing tw #trying to match these was Hell and took like 3 times of redoing the colouring but i tried 🫠

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geumibear · 1 year

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if i were the wind, 230319

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babeseungmin · 1 year

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Y - If it's the Wind MV teaser

#y #sungyoon #golden child #nesswork #woollimnet #slmgif #malegroupsedit #kpopco #useroro #useranusia #useraweks #userresa #userbeepls #usermau #lucieblr #aleksbestie #useryukuz #uservince #slm sungyoon

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dayyeols · 2 years

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220811 mcountdown interview

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blossom-hwa · 2 years

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inspired by too many red thread of fate fics on ao3. sue me. inspiration post here (flowers changed from amaranthus to camellias), the title is the same as the k-drama but they’re completely unrelated

wc: 946 ~ sungyoon x gender neutral!reader ~ soulmate!au (red thread of fate), hanahaki!au ~ triggers: blood ~ golden child masterlist

for @thepixelelf (our war will never be over)

~ Love hurts.

[ when the camellia blooms ] “Don’t.”

The word sounds more like a rasp than your voice. You’re half certain that’s the reason why Sungyoon stops speaking and not the command itself.

It feels a little like a scene out of a sitcom. Or a drama, maybe. That would probably match the mood a little more. For some reason, though, the sight of Sungyoon staring so wide-eyed with his mouth half open makes you feel a hysterical little giggle rising in your throat.

Of course, with the giggle comes the tickle of petals, too.

Jangjun shifts from where he sits next to your pristine white bed, eyes narrowing out of the corner of your vision. You can feel the weight of his gaze even though it isn’t directed at you, but at the boy you stopped short with a single word. Fury. Anger. Misguided, very misguided considering your actions and the fact that Sungyoon knows nothing, knew nothing, was always supposed to know nothing until you got yourself landed in the hospital with flowers and blood choking your throat.

Damn love. Damn flowers. Damn camellia petals you keep flushing down toilets and hiding in napkins. Damn symbol of everything you lost when you snipped the red thread with those silver sharp scissors, a love that you could never forget but that you will never attain.

Against your will, you look down at your pinky where the thread hangs limp, slightly frayed at the end where your silver scissors snipped it. It takes every effort not to glance at Sungyoon’s finger, where you know you’ll find a second unraveled string to match.

“Don’t,” you repeat, and it comes out a little clearer this time after you cough several soft, white flowers onto the sheets. “Don’t tell me I should try, Sungyoon. I’ve heard that from too many people.” You look at him, tearing his gaze away from the red-tinged pure white blooms. When he meets your eyes, a little bit of sick satisfaction swells in your chest to see shame in them.

Out of the corner of your eye, Jangjun clears the petals away without a word. You’ll never not be grateful for him, the best friend you needed when the universe decided your secret had to be spilled to the world, the unrequited love in your heart blossoming into camellias that tickle your throat.

Not the best friend from birth whose thread you cut out of love, leaving your heart to show its blood in the red string dangling from your finger.

The sick satisfaction turns truly sick at the thought though, leaving behind none of the guilty happiness at the thought of Sungyoon understanding your pain barely, just barely. He was your best friend. Still is - one of them, at least. None of this can erase the years you spent together because none of it is his fault. He didn’t know. He wasn’t supposed to know.

All he did was fall in love, just like you did.

“But - why?” Sungyoon finally asks, voice barely above a whisper. You look him in the eyes and they’re watering, reddened with tears, and again your heart twinges and your throat tickles at the reminder that he does love you, does care for you and always has, just not in the way that the universe intended him to and now you’re paying the consequences for thwarting fate -

A round of coughs convulses your body, a shower of blood-spotted petals and flowers falling from your lips as Jangjun pats your back sharply once, twice, three times. When you finally look up, wiping blood and spit from the corners of your lips, the tears have begun to roll down Sungyoon’s face.

“He loves someone,” you say, and it isn’t a lie. Not like every excuse you’ve thrown his way recently to get out of seeing him, to avoid the gentle tickle of deadly flowers growing in your throat. It’s clear that it’s the truth by how easy it is to say - it’s always been hard to lie to Sungyoon, after all. “I won’t interfere with that.”

Sungyoon doesn’t say it, not really. But you can see the question form on his tongue anyway, never really moving past his lips but staying there, loud and clear even in the silence of the stale air.

Why?

“Because I love him.” It’s so easy to confess your love when Sungyoon doesn’t know the him in your words means him, the boy sitting in front of you and returning your gaze. “And I would do anything for him to be happy.”

Next to you, Jangjun takes your hand and squeezes it once.

“Even if it hurts you?”

A sudden jolt shudders through your body and you convulse once more, coughing and coughing even though nothing but bloody spittle falls from your lips. Jangjun pounds your back harshly as you double over and cough, cough, cough - but nothing’s coming out and as both boys start to call your name you think that this really is the end, you’re going to die now without having given Sungyoon the answer he needs -

Something finally falls from your lips, white and blurred by the tears of pain watering in your eyes. You choke out another round of coughs, the taste of blood on your tongue, before wiping the tears away enough to see it.

Trembling fingers pick up the spotless white camellia, completely devoid of any scarlet tinge. Even under the sharp fluorescent lights of the hospital room, it looks beautiful.

You smile. It must look gruesome, the corners of your lips still lightly stained red.

“Love hurts,” you say.

A drop of blood falls on the clean white petals.

If you enjoyed, please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment to tell me what you thought! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3

(1 reblog = 1 prayer for me bc there’s no way there won’t be retaliation for this)

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baesm · 6 months

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🍶 — tell me what you wanna do now? daeyeol, jangjun & y moodboard, ddara mv behind (sourced from pinterest)

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starry-nights-garden · 8 months

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✧ Golden Child Y x gn!reader ✧ words: ~1k ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: (mentions of reader blushing) ✧ prompt: “Can I see your hand?” - “Sure, why?” - “Just to see how well it fits with mine.”

You glance over to your boyfriend sitting next to you, working on something on his laptop. You’re not entirely sure what he’s doing, and everytime you try to steal a glance at his screen he becomes all secretive and makes sure you can’t see anything. Eventually you just sigh and give up, shaking your head at the serious expression on Sungyoon’s face and going back to minding your own business. You sit like that in silence for a while at the dinner table in his flat, until he suddenly breaks the silence, clearing his throat.

“Can I see your hand?” Confused by his request you raise an eyebrow at him, but thinking it might have something to do with the secret he’s keeping on his laptop screen, you do as told.

“Sure, why?”

“Just to see how well it fits with mine.” There’s a bright grin on Sungyoon’s face now, screaming “I tricked you!!”, and he doesn’t hesitate to intertwine his fingers with yours. Realizing that you walked right into his trap, you feel yourself blushing madly, and so you resort to shooting him a glare. This however only makes him laugh softly at you, and you don’t find it in you to do anything about him bringing your hand up to his lips.

“Cute,” he mutters as he kisses your knuckles, one after the other, the playful spark in his gaze only growing brighter as he watches your blush taking on a deeper shade of red with every kiss he places on your hand. His lips wander to the back of it, and he closes his eyes for a moment as he lingers there, and eventually he pulls away, apologizing with a content smile on his face. “Sorry, I was messing with you,” he says. “But you really are way too cute for your own good.”

“What are you even saying!” you can finally yell at him for making you feel like your heart was about to burst right then and there. “Choi Sungyoon, you-!”

“I what?” he questions, and there’s that victorious grin again, because he knows better than anyone that he has you wrapped around his finger and there’s no way you could actually be mad at him for this. Really, all you can do is whine, and it comes out more pathetic than you had planned too, so when he lets out a laugh of endearment and engulfs you in a tight hug you’re not sure if you should keep pretending to be angry with him or be thankful that at least like this he doesn’t have to see you blushing once again.

“I love you,” he whispers as he brings some distance between you. “And I know you do too.”

“You’re horrible,” you sigh, and he immediately frowns at you.

“That hurt,” he mutters, acting as if he was taking your words to heart.

“Anyway,” you say, after somewhat collecting yourself. “What’s on your screen? Did that have anything to do with my hand? Because in that case you’re horrible at hiding your intentions.”

“Ahh, that…” Your boyfriend glances at his screen and then back to you, and you think you can see a hint of anxiety on his face. “Actually… I was planning on keeping this a secret from you…”

“Show me.”

“Only if you give me a kiss first,” he negotiates, causing you to let out yet another sigh. Your eyes find his lips briefly, and before you can feel yourself drawn to him too much, you look away. You’re not trying to let him bargain with you here, but resisting the temptation just because is harder than you thought.

“No,” you manage to say, and he pouts at you.

“Please?”

“Ugh… fine. But don’t try to play any tricks on me!”

“I’ll show you what’s on my screen, I promise,” he says, smiling softly now, in order to evoke a sense of trustworthiness in you. But you know your boyfriend and how much he likes to mess with people, especially with you. Still, you agree and you close your eyes when he leans in to kiss you.

You can feel yourself being swept off your feet the second his lips come in contact with yours, just like it always is. There’s no way you could resist his kisses, or the way he caresses the skin on your cheek with his thumb when he cups your face, or the way his fingertips dance from the back of your neck down your shoulders in order to keep you close to him. Breathless, you part eventually, the aftertaste of his sweet kiss still lingering on your tongue, and for a moment nothing matters but the fact that he’s here with you.

“Then let me keep my promise,” he eventually tears you out of your daze with his words, and before you can answer he lets you see the screen of his laptop. But there’s nothing on it that could have anything to do with your hands whatsoever, just a page filled with text about some singing technique from what you can tell at a short glance.

“I-…” You’re speechless, but when you look at his face and the way he’s giggling at you now like a 5 year old that just pulled the prank of the century on one of his friends, you get up at once and start yelling at him. “I cannot believe you!! How dare you trick me again, Choi Sungyoon!” The guy in question merely laughs at your reaction, watching you complain for some time and then putting his hands onto your hips to pull you close to him at once.

“But you like it, don’t you?” he says, taking your face into his hands again. “When I tease you like this.”

“I don’t-?” you start another attempt at complaining to him, but when he brings you in to shut you up with another kiss, there’s really nothing you can do. And as you feel yourself melting against his touch once again, you soon forget all about your frustration, and you simply kiss him back.

#golcha fluff #golcha scenarios #golcha imagines #golcha drabbles #sungyoon x reader #sungyoon fluff #sungyoon drabbles #golden child imagines #golden child drabbles #golden child scenarios #golden child fluff #fluff

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