january drabble
Jan. 28th, 2026 10:44 pma while or a long time ago i considered “what if girlhoon resented femnoo a little because they have exceedingly similar body types and both put on softness easily, adding to the tension of girlhood homoerotica” (AND THIS IS THE LENSE THE FICLET NEEDS TO BE READ VIA) and fsr i remembered that while i was showering, and i felt like writing something for the first time in 500 yrs. so . um. Here we are. stina sunsun debutation i suppose?
this is might be rough and overdone thematically as well as failing at truly following through/getting it all across the way i would've wanted, but i just had to get it out. finally write. and post. and i’ve been so disappointed in failing to follow through with the idea of the bleak boyband bingo january challenge, but just. yeah. life has been so much, so i’m trying to not beat myself up over it. but this idea did fit some bingo squares! so. unofficially i did it :’)
loosely inspired by the following bingo squares from the gg board: on-camera eating, body is your worth, pretty untalented one, do i want to be her or sleep with her?
enhypen, sunoo/sunghoon or sunghoon->sunoo, or sunghoon gen with homobrain and eating disorder brain being banged together like two pieces of flint to cause sparks, 483 words.
tags: r63, messy/toxic/jealousy/envy/desire/obsessive thoughts, body image issues and disordered eating and thoughts affected by the prev two things
It became part of the image formation.
Kim Sunoo, sugar and spice and all things nice. Sunoo, who never says no to a little treat, who enjoys food with her whole being; who goes for not only the required nibble or taste, or the one bite, but who returns for a second bite or a third. She’ll swallow the whole thing down, even, if she enjoyed it enough. It is polite the way either of Sunghoon’s grandmothers might’ve nagged at her to be, as though they weren’t all aware of what was at risk, and as if they wouldn’t have berated her for it even if it wasn’t as serious as jeopardising her entire career-to-be twice over now.
Sunghoon has to look away, sometimes, when Sunoo stuffs her face. Her full lips falling open, glistening with gloss and getting crumbs stuck to them. Once, Sunoo had caught her looking. Asked, smiling, “Unnie, do you want a taste?”
—and her voice had snapped Sunghoon back into control of her body to look away, to walk away, as heat flooded her face and her ears burnt, choking on her spit or pushing down bile threatening to rise. (Sunghoon can’t always stop herself from commenting. On Sunoo, on her habits. Her body. Spitting the words out, a little too harsh.)
Sunghoon has to look away, sometimes. There is a layer of softness to Sunoo’s frame, all over. Sometimes the skirts - one size fits all - dig into her waist or hips a little, leaving her to tug on it with careful fingers to give her enough room to breathe comfortably, as her full chest heaves after they’ve run through the choreography for the pre-recording stage.
At night, back in the dorm, there are red marks where Sunoo’s bra has done the same throughout the day. Sunghoon feels it in her ribs, traces across her own skin, out of breath and panting clouds of mist in an ice-rink, wearing a sports bra she’s outgrown but hasn’t dared tell anyone of yet, hoping and wishing only that the other skaters haven’t noticed it.
Sunoo’s t-shirt is large and falls back to cover her skin sooner than she’s even thrown the bra in the direction of a hamper. It was probably supposed to be tossed into the hamper, but it bounces off it and Sunoo makes a tired groan that has Sunghoon focus her gaze on her own bare knees, pale even in the dark of night.
Unnie, do you want a taste?, a sweet question from Sunoo who truly is all things nice, open to share with her even after Sunghoon has said no, letting her know she can change her mind. Sunghoon has to bite her tongue until it hurts. Has to learn how to bite it better, based on the discontent fan comments pouring in some days.
A taste might be all that she wants.
this is might be rough and overdone thematically as well as failing at truly following through/getting it all across the way i would've wanted, but i just had to get it out. finally write. and post. and i’ve been so disappointed in failing to follow through with the idea of the bleak boyband bingo january challenge, but just. yeah. life has been so much, so i’m trying to not beat myself up over it. but this idea did fit some bingo squares! so. unofficially i did it :’)
loosely inspired by the following bingo squares from the gg board: on-camera eating, body is your worth, pretty untalented one, do i want to be her or sleep with her?
enhypen, sunoo/sunghoon or sunghoon->sunoo, or sunghoon gen with homobrain and eating disorder brain being banged together like two pieces of flint to cause sparks, 483 words.
tags: r63, messy/toxic/jealousy/envy/desire/obsessive thoughts, body image issues and disordered eating and thoughts affected by the prev two things
HUNGER
It became part of the image formation.
Kim Sunoo, sugar and spice and all things nice. Sunoo, who never says no to a little treat, who enjoys food with her whole being; who goes for not only the required nibble or taste, or the one bite, but who returns for a second bite or a third. She’ll swallow the whole thing down, even, if she enjoyed it enough. It is polite the way either of Sunghoon’s grandmothers might’ve nagged at her to be, as though they weren’t all aware of what was at risk, and as if they wouldn’t have berated her for it even if it wasn’t as serious as jeopardising her entire career-to-be twice over now.
Sunghoon has to look away, sometimes, when Sunoo stuffs her face. Her full lips falling open, glistening with gloss and getting crumbs stuck to them. Once, Sunoo had caught her looking. Asked, smiling, “Unnie, do you want a taste?”
—and her voice had snapped Sunghoon back into control of her body to look away, to walk away, as heat flooded her face and her ears burnt, choking on her spit or pushing down bile threatening to rise. (Sunghoon can’t always stop herself from commenting. On Sunoo, on her habits. Her body. Spitting the words out, a little too harsh.)
Sunghoon has to look away, sometimes. There is a layer of softness to Sunoo’s frame, all over. Sometimes the skirts - one size fits all - dig into her waist or hips a little, leaving her to tug on it with careful fingers to give her enough room to breathe comfortably, as her full chest heaves after they’ve run through the choreography for the pre-recording stage.
At night, back in the dorm, there are red marks where Sunoo’s bra has done the same throughout the day. Sunghoon feels it in her ribs, traces across her own skin, out of breath and panting clouds of mist in an ice-rink, wearing a sports bra she’s outgrown but hasn’t dared tell anyone of yet, hoping and wishing only that the other skaters haven’t noticed it.
Sunoo’s t-shirt is large and falls back to cover her skin sooner than she’s even thrown the bra in the direction of a hamper. It was probably supposed to be tossed into the hamper, but it bounces off it and Sunoo makes a tired groan that has Sunghoon focus her gaze on her own bare knees, pale even in the dark of night.
Unnie, do you want a taste?, a sweet question from Sunoo who truly is all things nice, open to share with her even after Sunghoon has said no, letting her know she can change her mind. Sunghoon has to bite her tongue until it hurts. Has to learn how to bite it better, based on the discontent fan comments pouring in some days.
A taste might be all that she wants.


