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The way you got me all in my head
Think I'd rather you in my bed
Whatever it is you know I can take it
I'm counting the days how many days
Til I can see you again
You got me all in my feelings
And you got me all I've been all in my feelings
And you got me all weak in my knees every time
Cause you got me all, all in my feelings
The first thing Sunoo noticed when he woke up wasn’t the sound of the waves outside their beach house, or the faint cries of seagulls carried by the wind.
It was the smell.
Warm, savory, and almost sinfully inviting, the kind of smell that had no business existing at 7:18 in the morning.
He dragged himself out of bed, his hair sticking up in directions he didn’t think were humanly possible, and shuffled toward the kitchen. Still half-asleep, he was ready to thank whoever was responsible for this heavenly breakfast smell.
And then he saw him.
Sunghoon.
Standing at the kitchen counter in a loose black t-shirt and light gray sweatpants.
Sunoo froze mid-step like someone had hit pause on his life.
The sunlight from the open blinds poured in at just the right angle, wrapping Sunghoon in a golden glow as if the universe itself had decided to spotlight him.
The black shirt hung lazily on his frame, sleeves just short enough to reveal the sharp lines of his forearms. His hair was slightly messy, like he’d just run a hand through it while cooking.
And then there were the sweatpants.
Sunoo, for a moment, genuinely considered sending a thank-you note to Sunghoon’s parents for raising such a man. Or maybe petitioning to build a small shrine to whoever invented gray sweatpants in the first place.
The fabric hung perfectly and comfortably loose but still somehow broadcasting information that Sunoo was absolutely not prepared to process this early in the day.
His heart stuttered in his chest. His vision tunneled.
Was he going to faint? Hyperventilate? Both? Was there a medical term for dying happily?
Jay, who was standing beside Sunghoon flipping eggs, glanced over just in time to catch Sunoo rooted in the doorway, eyes wide like he’d just walked into an R-rated scene.
From behind, Jungwon appeared with a glass of water in hand, saw Sunoo, then followed his line of sight to Sunghoon. A slow grin spread across his face. Without warning, Jungwon jabbed his elbow lightly into Sunoo’s side.
“Breathe,” Jungwon muttered, barely containing his laughter. “Before you pass out and we have to explain to Hoon why you’re on the floor.”
Sunoo made a strangled sound. “I— I’m fine.”
He was not fine.
His brain was currently producing a slideshow of reasons why gray sweatpants should be outlawed in shared vacation houses.
Sunghoon, completely oblivious to the silent chaos unraveling behind him, stirred something in a pan and glanced over his shoulder.
“Morning, Sunoo.”
Sunoo’s heart just about launched itself into low orbit. Morning, Sunoo. Like it was just any morning. Like Sunghoon wasn’t standing there casually existing in a way that was both a blessing and a curse.
“H-hi good morning,” Sunoo croaked, which came out more like a squeak.
He tried to casually walk to the counter, but his legs felt like they were moving through thick sand.
Jay shot him a quick, knowing look, the kind of look that said: We know. We’ve always known.
Jungwon, of course, was enjoying every second of this.
“Want me to get you a chair?” he asked innocently, sipping his water. “You look a little… lightheaded.”
Sunoo gave him the most murderous glare he could muster without combusting.
“Coffee?” Sunghoon asked, already reaching for a mug.
Sunoo nodded mutely, because at this point he wasn’t sure words wouldn’t betray him.
His mind was too busy composing poetry about the way Sunghoon poured coffee like it was the most graceful act in the world.
As Sunghoon handed him the mug, their fingers brushed. Sunoo swore he could hear church bells in the distance or maybe that was just his pulse roaring in his ears.
“Thanks,” Sunoo mumbled, staring deeply into the coffee to avoid staring deeply into Sunghoon.
But it was no use. His eyes betrayed him every few seconds, flicking back up, drawn like a moth to an extremely dangerous flame in gray sweatpants.
And judging by Jay’s smirk and Jungwon’s suppressed giggles, they were both very aware.
Sunoo didn’t know if he’d survive the rest of the trip.
The kitchen table was small, but somehow the four of them made it feel like the warmest corner of the beach house.
The plates were piled high with Jay’s perfect golden scrambled eggs, Sunghoon’s crispy bacon, slices of fresh fruit in a bowl between them. The ocean breeze drifted through the open balcony doors, carrying with it the faint smell of saltwater and sunscreen from the beach below.
Sunoo sat across from Sunghoon, which was also a blessing and a curse.
A blessing, because… well. Look at him.
A curse, because he had to actively remind himself not to get caught staring every time Sunghoon lifted his fork or leaned back in his chair.
Jay was talking about something, probably about the day’s plans but Sunoo only caught fragments, because his brain was still running a quiet loop of gray sweatpants, gray sweatpants, gray sweatpants.
“—so, Jungwon and I booked this couple activity by the beach,” Jay said, gesturing with his fork.
“It’s this tandem paddleboard lesson thing, should be fun.”
Jungwon grinned, clearly excited.
“They even give you matching rash guards. Black and white.”
Jay turned to Sunghoon and Sunoo.
“You guys can totally join us if you want. It’s not like they’ll kick you out if you’re not a couple.”
Sunoo nearly choked on his orange juice.
“No thanks,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I don’t wanna third-wheel your… thing.”
Jay smirked at him over his coffee cup, and Sunoo immediately regretted phrasing it like that.
Sunghoon, however, didn’t even flinch. He just set down his fork and said, “Well… there’s an open market nearby. Lots of food stalls. Do you want to come with me?”
There was a pause and not because Sunoo didn’t hear him, but because his brain short-circuited trying to process the invitation.
Come with me.
Food stalls.
Sunghoon.
Me.
Across the table, Jay and Jungwon exchanged the kind of grin that could only mean, we’re going to tease him about this for the rest of the trip.
Sunoo blinked at Sunghoon. “Yesss… food. I love them.”
He was ninety percent sure that sentence didn’t come out the way he intended.
Sunghoon’s lips curled into a quiet chuckle, low and warm.
“I think you’re still half-asleep.”
Sunoo tried to save face by spearing a piece of fruit with his fork.
“No, I’m just… very passionate about food.”
“Mm,” Sunghoon hummed, still smiling in that way that made Sunoo want to crawl under the table and stay there until the vacation was over.
“Then it’s settled. We’ll go after breakfast.”
Jay cleared his throat loudly.
“Wow, a food date. How… casual.”
Jungwon’s grin widened.
“Yeah, totally casual. Just two people. Eating. Together. Alone.”
Sunoo kicked him under the table. Jungwon yelped. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow at the noise but didn’t comment.
The rest of breakfast passed in a blur of clinking cutlery and low conversation, but Sunoo barely tasted his food. His stomach was doing flips and not because of the bacon or the eggs, but because in less than an hour, he’d be walking through an open market with Park Sunghoon.
And if he wasn’t careful, he was going to spend the entire time thanking the universe all over again.
Sunoo stood in front of the mirror for the fifth time, tugging at the hem of his shirt.
He’d changed three times already.
First, he’d thrown on his favorite oversized hoodie, but the thought of sweating through it under the midday sun had him peeling it off within seconds.
Then he tried a patterned button-up, only to feel like he was overdressing for an open market stroll.
Now he was in a simple white t-shirt, soft and perfectly fitted, not too clingy but not drowning him either. It looked… good. Casual but presentable.
Still, he hesitated. His eyes flicked to the bed, where a small pile of rejected outfits sat like a jury ready to declare him guilty of overthinking.
He grabbed a bucket hat from his bag and plopped it onto his head. It shadowed his face just enough to hide any potential blushing disasters, which felt like a solid bonus. But when he looked at his reflection again, his fluffy hair peeked out from under the brim in messy waves, almost glowing in the sunlight streaming through the window.
He froze.
His hair looked… good today. Really good.
Hat, or no hat? Hide, or flaunt? Function, or fate?
He groaned, tossing the hat back onto the bed.
“No hat,” he muttered to himself. “Let the hair have its moment.”
By the time he padded downstairs, Sunghoon was waiting by the door in a sleeveless black shirt and gray shorts, a baseball cap pulled low over his hair. He glanced up, and for the briefest second, his gaze lingered on Sunoo before a small smile curved his lips.
Sunoo caught himself staring back then at his own outfit, suddenly wondering if they looked a little too couple-y like this.
“Ready?”
Sunoo nodded quickly, clutching his phone and trying to pretend his pulse wasn’t already sprinting ahead of him.
The market was alive.
Wooden stalls lined the cobbled street, each one spilling over with colors, smells, and the hum of chatter. Banners flapped in the ocean breeze, and laughter mixed with the clinking of coins and sizzling grills.
“Whoa,” Sunoo breathed, eyes darting from one stall to another.
He could already smell sugar, spice, and smoke, an intoxicating mixture of everything fun and dangerous for his stomach.
“Strawberry with chocolate drizzle?” Sunghoon asked, already holding out a cup piled high with frozen yogurt, glossy ribbons of chocolate hardened across the surface.
Sunoo’s eyes widened.
“Yes. Absolutely.”
The first spoonful was heavenly, cold, creamy yogurt melting against the sweetness of chocolate that cracked delicately under his teeth. He let out a soft hum of approval before catching Sunghoon watching him with quiet amusement.
“What?” Sunoo asked, wiping a smudge of chocolate from his lip.
“Nothing,” Sunghoon said, smiling like it was absolutely something.
They moved on, sampling nachos stacked high with cheese, jalapeños, and salsa so messy it nearly dripped down Sunoo’s wrist. Banana pudding followed, creamy and rich, leaving Sunoo licking his spoon with a sigh of happiness.
“Okay,” he mumbled around a mouthful. “I’m so full… totally gonna regret this later.”
Sunghoon laughed softly, handing him a napkin.
“Then why are you still eating?”
“Because!” Sunoo said, voice muffled as he shoveled another spoonful in.
“I want to have fun with you— I mean—” he froze, ears going hot. “I want to have fun. With food. The food part.”
Sunghoon’s grin widened. He didn’t say anything, just guided him toward another stall selling grilled fish, the charred skin glistening with sauce.
Sunoo tried it without hesitation, humming happily as the smoky flavor hit his tongue.
Every bite, every new stall, every small laugh, Sunghoon just kept watching him, the corners of his mouth curling upward like he could live off the sight alone.
Finally, when Sunoo was happily munching on a hotteok, the sweet syrup inside nearly burning his tongue, Sunghoon asked casually: “So… when are you going to tell me you have a crush on me?”
Sunoo froze mid-chew.
His eyes shot up, wide as saucers, ears turning red so fast it felt like they’d caught fire.
“W-what??” he squeaked, nearly dropping his hotteok.
Sunghoon leaned in, calm as ever, and without asking, took a bite from the hotteok still in Sunoo’s hand.
He chewed, swallowed, and licked a bit of sugar from his lip like he hadn’t just detonated Sunoo’s entire nervous system.
Sunoo smacked his arm with his free hand.
“You—! You can’t just—say things like that!!”
Sunghoon chuckled, catching his wrist before it fell back. Instead of letting go, he slid his hand down until their fingers threaded together, warm and steady. He tugged him gently forward as they continued down the crowded lane.
“Well,” Sunghoon said lightly, “Jay already accidentally told me during breakfast.”
Sunoo nearly tripped.
“WHAT?!”
Sunghoon squeezed his hand, smirking.
“But I couldn’t exactly tell him we’ve been together since last week, could I?”
Sunoo’s jaw dropped, hotteok forgotten in his other hand. His pout deepened, cheeks puffing out in pure flustered betrayal.
“You—! You let me die of embarrassment this whole time?! You’re the worst, Park Sunghoon.”
Sunghoon laughed, leaning closer.
“Maybe. But you’re cute when you’re flustered.”
Sunoo groaned, hiding his face with his free hand. But he didn’t let go of Sunghoon’s fingers, and Sunghoon didn’t let go either, guiding him through the chaos of the market like it was the easiest thing in the world.
By the time they wandered back from the row of shops, the sun had already started to dip, stretching long shadows across the cobblestone path.
The sky bled into shades of orange and pink, the kind of soft glow that made everything feel slower, quieter, like the day didn’t want to end.
Neither of them had noticed it was well past lunch.
Between hopping from one little boutique to another, sampling fruit skewers, and laughing over a ridiculous display of souvenir hats, time had slipped away without warning.
Sunoo’s tote bag was heavier now full of small, impulsive purchases like candles, a handmade keychain, and that tiny jar of honey Sunghoon insisted they’d regret not buying.
Sunoo was still half-buzzed from sugar, the lingering sweetness of frozen yogurt on his tongue, but what really kept his pulse uneven was Sunghoon’s hand. Always there.
On the small of his back whenever the path narrowed, brushing against his fingers like it had its own mind. It was nothing new, but in moments like this, Sunoo still caught himself melting inside, his chest warm with the quiet thought: This is mine.
They were walking side by side when Sunghoon broke the comfortable silence.
“Do you want to try that pottery thing later? In the evening?” His tone was casual, like he hadn’t been thinking about it since they passed the shop an hour ago.
Sunoo blinked, glancing up at him.
“Pottery?”
He pictured them sitting across from each other at a wooden table, sleeves rolled up, hands messy with clay. The image made his lips twitch.
“Yeah… that sounds nice. But…” He hesitated, frowning slightly. “How are we going to explain that to Jay and Jungwon?”
“They don’t need an explanation.” Sunghoon’s answer was so quick, so calm, it made Sunoo laugh.
“Right,” Sunoo said dryly. “Because us disappearing for two hours in the evening sounds totally normal.”
Sunghoon only shrugged, his cap shadowing his eyes, though the curve of his mouth betrayed him.
“Then I’ll just casually ask you again during dinner. You can say yes then.”
Sunoo stopped for half a second, looking at him like he couldn’t believe how effortlessly smug he sounded.
“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, but his voice softened at the end.
“Ridiculously charming,” Sunghoon corrected under his breath with a wink, earning himself an eye roll.
Sunoo quickened his pace, pretending to ignore him, but when Sunghoon’s hand brushed his again and deliberately this time, he didn’t pull away.
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Inside the house, Jay kicked off his sandals, dropping the keys on the counter.
He gave the two younger ones a quick once-over. Sunghoon and Sunoo had walked in side by side, shoulders brushing a little too comfortably, sharing the kind of easy silence that felt suspiciously… practiced.
Jungwon noticed too. He leaned toward Jay, voice low.
“Do you… see that?”
Jay froze for half a second before nodding, lips pressing together.
“Yeah.”
“Way too close,” Jungwon muttered.
“Mm,” Jay agreed, a little too flat.
Neither Sunghoon nor Sunoo seemed to notice. They moved into the living room together, unloading snacks from the market haul. Sunghoon casually unwrapped a pack of candied almonds, handing one directly to Sunoo without even asking.
Sunoo accepted it without hesitation, popping it into his mouth while they shared a private little smile.
Jungwon squinted. Suspicious. Highly suspicious.
Jay, on the other hand, looked like a man silently screaming into the void.
Later that night, the house fell into a lull. Jay busied himself in the kitchen, pulling out ingredients for grilled cheese and popcorn. Jungwon disappeared into his room to shower. Sunghoon went off with a towel slung over his shoulder.
That left Sunoo alone in his room, scrolling absently through his phone, still smiling like a fool from the market trip. He sat cross-legged on his bed, hair still fluffy, oversized pajama shirt hanging loose.
A knock rattled his door.
He jumped, setting his phone aside.
“Yeah?”
The door cracked open, and Sunghoon slipped inside. Before Sunoo could even ask why, Sunghoon leaned in and pressed a quick, warm peck to his lips.
It lasted less than two seconds, but it was enough to short-circuit Sunoo’s entire system.
“W-what are you doing?!” Sunoo whispered harshly, eyes wide, ears going red instantly.
Sunghoon chuckled, already backing toward the door.
“Nothing,” he said lightly, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just going to the bathroom.”
And with that, he slipped out, shutting the door behind him like he hadn’t just casually stolen Sunoo’s sanity.
Sunoo flopped backward onto his bed, muffling a scream into his pillow. His heart was hammering so hard he was worried it might wake the neighbors.
But what neither of them realized was that in the shadowy corner of the hallway, Jungwon stood frozen, mouth hanging open.
Jay… did not look surprised. At all.
“Did you just see that?!” Jungwon hissed, whipping around.
Jay groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Yeah. I saw.”
“Wait…you knew?!” Jungwon’s voice cracked like a teenager’s. “You—wait, no—how long have you—”
“Since before the trip,” Jay muttered, like a man accepting his fate. “Sunghoon told me. I promised him I wouldn’t say anything.”
Jungwon stared at him like he’d just announced he was moving to Mars. “Wow. My boyfriend AND my best friend are liars.”
Jay winced.
“In my defense—”
“There IS no defense!” Jungwon whisper-yelled, gesturing wildly toward Sunoo’s door. “You’ve been watching me spiral for days! I wanted to match them together! Me!”
Jay pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I told Sunghoon this would blow up.”
Down the hall, Sunghoon turned on the shower, smirking to himself.
Sunoo was still kicking his blanket, cheeks aflame in his room.
And two very dramatic boyfriends were now quietly arguing about loyalty and trust in the hallway.