- 박 𝐬unghoon. 장르 (fluffy.) x ^᪲᪲᪲ 𝒻 em reader.
you offer to pay your boyfriend money to jump into a puddle of water.
⊹. established relationship ( 𝓦. 900+ ).
perched over the puddle, your eyes focused on the oscillating reflection of your amorphous interest painting over your hunched self—whispers of your long hair barely kissing the wavering body of water, gently stirring in the rain soaked breeze surrounded by the wet asphalt, emanating the sweet fragrance of petrichor. and beside you stood the picturesque image of your boyfriend in the shifting picture frame.
“you'll get your hair wet.” sunghoon exhaled; waning annoyance, and tender concern. without skipping a beat, he leaned towards you. his hands gently bringing those careless strands of your hair together and smoothing them out with a delicate caress of his warm palm to the small of your back, “now marvel all you want about the puddle.”
the snort was evident in his tune; you rolled your eyes, choosing not to entertain his attempt to tease you, instead focusing on the reflection of you two on the ripples.
“ill give you 50 if you jump in it. “ you offered, the excitement threaded around your voice as you enticed with him money to relive a precious childhood memory, but sunghoon remain unphased by your oddity for a few seconds before his bangs swayed slightly over his eyes his head in confusion, with his pretty lips pursued.
“ay!” you elbowed him, finally standing straight with a chuckle as your eyes wrinkle at his attempt at deflecting, “you know what i meant!”
sunghoon shook his head, his arms coming up to cross against his chest. still playing the part of the clueless boyfriend, furrowing his brows with his bottom lips cradling his upper ones with nothing but pure uncertainty.
stormy clouds began to gather once again in the skies that were still clear a moments prior after the sudden shower that unruly march brought in tow. chilly winds with a promise of downpour blew the bangs out of his eyes, showing the glint he had hidden between the darkened pupils of his.
“50,000 won, ” you paid more attention to the thousand that rolled out of your tongue, “if you jump into the puddle, that is.”
you mirror his posture; allowing the breeze to mess up your bangs, and cross your arms. chin held up high before you decided it would be a better idea to bring the crisp note out to sweeten the deal for him: a gesture that sunghoon found so humorous and so adorable that he had to break character and turn to the side to let a laugh out.
“nope!” although he remained firm at his stance, bringing his feet forward to show the shoes that he had just bought a few weeks ago, “ this shoes are too sweet to spoil.”
“fine! take 60!” you yelled out—not too loud, just enough for the old couple sitting on the bench to give you a dirty look but you could they weren't that sane on the head either if they came to the park for a walk just after it rain, and hence their judgmental glances had no effect on you, “how about that?”
sunghoon tapped his forefinger on his chin pretending to think about it for a while to whirl you in an useless loop of hope, ultimately cutting the thread and letting you fall headfirst onto the concrete surface of his hardened heart, “still a no,” he dragged out, leaning down to meet you eye to eye, “how about I give you 65 to stop this and go home?”
you had half the mind to shove him down on the puddle and end it all, giving him a little taste of whimsy that he had forgotten from tending that sharpened thing he kept be each his expensive coat and cage of ribs, but you resisted: you were more adult than that, “66, and I will also pay for dry cleaning those stupid shoes.”
the rain clouds grumbled in the distance; the air between the two of you resembling the charged nature of the atmosphere, as the world held its breath in anticipation before the first drop of rain fell.
“67, and ill honey the deal with a kiss,”
you open your mouth to attack him with your own amazing skill of negotiation, but then his words that rang through your head finally form a coherent meaning in your mind, urging you to look at him with the biggest cheshire grin on his face as you furrowed your lips and your own cheekbones high up in the air.
“that's not how it works, “ you laughed, playfully hitting him on his arms but he grabbed your wrist gently in the nick of time pulling you closer to his chest.
“68, and two kisses, hmm?” he smiles against the softness of your cheeks, your face turned away in embarrassment. the redness running up your throat, almost reaching the expanse of your skin that was just a breath away from his lips, but his warmth evident, “we can go until 69.”
“shut up!” you tried to push him away, but he had captured your wrist into his hands in a feathery arrest; his hushed whisper sneaking between the lines of lazy smiles, and his downcast eyes penetrating through your soul, “70 and I will—”
before he could finish his audacious offer, you two felt water splashing over your lower body as some toddlers bicycled past you two—over the controversial puddle—almost drenching the two of you in the rain water, leaving sunghoon’s jaw hung open and a sardonic smile on your lips, “looks like i won…”
sunghoon closed his jaw and rotates his neck to look at you in a threatening slow pace, resembling a predator about to snag his prey; you realise that was the best time to run, and so you did, with sunghoon trying to catch up to you while his half soaked coat flowed in the air. his rhythm just a tad bit off as he avoided all the other puddles to save his shoes.
