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#seventeen kwon soonyoung
sweetiesicheng · 4 months
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hoshi - babysitting
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"he's eating yogurt right now," soonyoung said to you. "s/n, say hi to your mama.”
"hi mommy!"
"hi, baby. is soonyoung playing with you?" you asked as you left a store.
"yea! we played a lot!" your son answered.
"he's doing fine. take your time on your way back," soonyoung said to you.
"you're a lifesaver, soonyoung. i'll see you soon," you said to him.
"yep. see you soon."
the call ended and you put your phone in your pocket.
you had to work overtime at your job and couldn't pick up your son from daycare, so you had asked soonyoung if he could watch him for a bit. luckily for you, soonyoung had the day off and loved your son to bits and pieces, so he was more than happy to watch him.
since you knew your son was in great hands, you went to the grocery store and bought what you needed for the week. you were currently putting groceries away in your car since you needed to buy quite a bit. once you were done, you left the parking lot and headed home.
after a few minutes, you made it home and parked your car in the driveway. you took a few bags with you to the front door and unlocked the door. you opened the door and heard laughter coming from the living room.
"s/n, i'm home!" you called out and immediately heard footsteps running.
"mommy!"
your son hugged you tight, and you hugged him back with one arm since you were holding groceries with your other hand.
"need help?" you looked up and saw soonyoung, who had appeared from the living room.
you shook your head, "i got it," you told him. "want to stay for dinner? i'm going to cook,” you offered.
"you sure?" soonyoung asked while picking your son back up.
"s/n, do you want soonyoung to stay for dinner?" you asked your son, who started to climb all over soonyoung.
"yes! please! we can play more!" s/n exclaimed while trying to climb onto soonyoung's back.
"well, you heard him," you said to soonyoung with a laugh. "i'm going to get the rest of the groceries."
after getting all of the groceries from your car, you started putting everything away and cooking dinner. your son and soonyoung continued to play in the living room.
eventually, you finished cooking and started putting everything into the kitchen table.
"baby, go wash your hands," you said to your son.
"okay!"
"oh, wow. this looks amazing," you heard soonyoung said. you looked over your shoulder and saw soonyoung looking at the table.
"aren't you glad that you stayed?" you asked with a chuckle while washing your hands. "want a beer?" you asked him.
"no, thank you though. i have to wake up early tomorrow for a schedule," he mentioned and went over to the sink to quickly wash his hands after you were done. "and you know how i am with alcohol," he added, reminding you if when you first met him.
"waking up at two in the morning with you at the front door was very interesting," you replied.
soonyoung groaned at the memory, "don't remind me."
"mommy! mommy!" your son ran into the kitchen and straight up to you.
"yes?" you looked down at him.
"can soonyoung come over more often?" he asked you.
you smiled, "well, soonyoung is a very busy person. you know how he dances all the time? he has to do that a lot," you said to him. "go sit," you instructed as all of you sat down at the table. "he'll come over when he can, but he has to work first before he can come over and play.”
"i'll come over again, s/n," soonyoung said, "i'll bring you a souvenir every time i travel overseas, okay?"
"yay! thank you!"
all of you started eating with soonyoung helping s/n out when he accidentally spilt food.
"thank you again for watching him," you said to soonyoung. "he usually can stay at daycare, but they changed the hours recently."
"it's all good. you know that i love to hang out with him," he replied.
"hoshi," your son suddenly whispered out loud to soonyoung, making you raise an eyebrow.
"what's up?" soonyoung asked.
"are you going to ask mommy out on a date yet?" s/n asked.
soonyoung nervously looked at you and then back at your son. "shh, bud! it was supposed to be a surprise!" he said to your son.
"but i'm whispering, she can't hear us!" your son said, and you started to silently laugh.
"she definitely heard you, bud."
"no she didn't! i'm whispering!"
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extra-gray · 29 days
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Thinking about fucking/pegging Hoshi in doggystyle 😫
Having him on all fours, watching his plump little ass jiggle as you fuck his pretty hole. Grabbing his asscheeks and spreading them, squishing them together and kneading them like dough. He’d be fucking wrecked, struggling to hold himself up. Shaking so hard with his useless cock dangling between his legs and leaking like a faucet. Maybe you’d push his head down into the pillow and force him to look back at you, because god does he look pretty when he cries. He’d squirt everywhere because of your relentless pounding against his prostate, but you wouldn’t stop until he literally begs and screams. Such a big, scary tiger 🧡
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odxrilove · 1 year
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☆ HOSHI BOYFRIEND HABITS
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pairing: hoshi x reader
genre: headcannons, fluff, established relationship
a/n: 12th part of the seventeen boyfriend habits series (requested) ! ask to be on the taglist or fill out the form!
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☆ sends you videos of him dancing
when you two started dating, hoshi had made it very clear that with his job, he wouldn’t be able to be around a lot of the time, or even spend that much time with you. you had first started off with a long distance relationship so you were used to the time separated and thus, were able to get accustomed really quickly to his hectic schedule. when he wasn’t on tour, he would still get home late at night, almost always after midnight and leave early in the morning before you woke up. that situation did make it very difficult and there were often arguments about the efforts and time put in your relationship. but over the years, you both learned to adapt and are still going strong to this day. in their debut years and when there were less schedules and tours, you would often spend time with him at the dance studio. but now that you have a stable job and that hoshi’s group is more popular, there’s no more real time to rest or sneak out for him to meet up with you at the studio to show you his new choreos. so instead, hoshi always videotapes his new choreos and dancing, sending the short clips to you when he’s done. sometimes he even sends little vlogs, showing off his friends’ dancing, their practice room and his routine of the day. hoshi isn’t afraid to show you his ‘weak’ side, he knows he can wholeheartedly trust you and that when he comes home, you’re always there to rant about the little clip he sent you, happiness radiating off you.
☆ brings a tiger plushie when he sleeps over at your place
at first, hoshi never thought he could ever be in a long distance relationship. but then he met you in his university years and you haven’t left his side and mind since. it was difficult at first, very even, as hoshi craves physical attention. but with many efforts, you were able to overcome it and make it work, seeing each other as much as possible. for hoshi, you were worth the distance, and it warmed your heart every time he whispered sweet words whenever you would meet. it was true love and nothing could break the two of you apart. but even if you made it work, the hidden doubts and sadness were still present. you were so far away from each other and sometimes, you just wished your boyfriend would be right beside you, to hold you and comfort you. you both tried so much but hoshi knew that there were times he wouldn’t be able to do anything, hundreds of miles separating you. it was a silly idea and hoshi was very embarrassed when you laughed, holding onto the tiger plushie he had given you. even if you initially laughed at the gift, you were very grateful for it whenever you were feeling down, holding the plushie close to you when hoshi couldn’t. after that, hoshi would always bring another tiger plushie when he would sleep over at your place, the plushie squeezed on the bed between the two of you. and when you finally moved in together, a tiger plushie was the first item you bought together for your shared apartment.
☆ facetimes you at random moments during the day whenever you're apart
we all know hoshi craves physical affection, he just loves it and it shows by how he treats his members and friends and family. hoshi doesn’t act any different with you, except if you count the kisses he gives you of course. so hoshi, who’s the number one physical affection fan, hates how his job disrupts his affectionate boyfriend agenda. he’s always so busy that he nearly has no time for you and he pouts everytime he reaches for you before realizing you’re not around, narrowing his eyes annoyingly and reaching for one of his members instead (they would have to do for now, he always says). so even if hoshi’s used to it, there are moments he just can’t accept it and most importantly, doesn’t want to, immediately reaching for his phone and dialing your number. his voice is whiny when you answer and he quickly turns on the video call, his frown directly morphing into a big smile at the sight of you. his friends often make fun of him for it but he doesn’t care, brushing them off while you can hear their hushed laughs and whispers, making you giggle too. his members can’t really get mad at him either, too happy to see him happy, even if he facetimes you during lunch, practice, filming, or recording or backstage at a music show or…
☆ leaves encouraging little sticky notes behind for you to see
hoshi always knows when you’re feeling down, when you’re too tired to interact and too stressed to get anything done. he hates seeing you like that but he’s happy that he immediately recognizes when you’re entering one of your phases, so that he can take care of you and dote on you, or give you the space you need. before meeting hoshi, you were always alone during those moments, no family, friends or partners knew how to deal with you or give you enough comfort to get you through it safely. so when hoshi entered your life, it seemed like he knew exactly what to do to make you feel at ease from the very first moment. you were very grateful and always thanked him for his actions and accepting behavior. whenever you did, tears would fill your eyes and hoshi would always hold you, brush his thumbs over your wet cheeks and smile lovingly at you. after spending the day and night with you, comforting you until you were feeling better again, he would leave the next morning after making sure you were okay and well. hoshi would try making you breakfast, or cuddle with you for five more minutes but he would never leave without leaving an encouraging little sticky note behind. you would find them after stepping out of bed, on the fridge or on your desk, and always ending with a heart and a messy tiger drawing.
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ssentimentals · 8 months
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seventeen members as their natal charts: hoshi
sun in gemini, moon in gemini
this man is very social and friendly, more intelligent and serious than he looks; has a hard time concentrating and generally is not the best at being stable cause he gets bored quickly, he is temperamental and efficient, usually very comfortable in his skin and will help you to feel the same!
'just be yourself.' you startle, turning to see soonyoung leaning over the railing, looking at you with uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. 'and they will like you.'
swallowing the lump in your throat, you mutter: 'easy for you to say.'
you don't mean it in a rude way even if it comes out as such; it's just you can't imagine someone not liking soonyoung. his ability to just throw himself out there with an astonishing confidence that he'll be accepted anyway is something you're very jealous of, because being that open doesn't come naturally to you. it's sweet though, how he came out to offer some kind of support when you two are not exactly close.
'it really is easy,' he presses and you've never seen him look so serious before. he's always smiling, laughing, being the sunshine and to see frown etched between his eyebrows is very unusual. 'just go out there and be yourself and-'
'and what if they won't like me?' you interrupt, voicing out your hidden fear. 'what if they won't accept me?'
soonyoung easily jumps over the railing, now standing on your side and very, very close to you. his eyes shine with determination and when he takes your hand in his, you feel a little braver. 'they will like you,' he assures. 'but for that to happen you need to go out there and show yourself. how they'll like you without knowing you?'
you're not sure why he's so dead set on making you more confident, but you don't question his motives, smiling back at him. 'i'm not as open as you are,' you say. 'or as likable as you are.'
'you don't have to be,' this time he interlaces your fingers, effectively cutting air supply from your lungs with this gesture. his easiness starts to rub off on you. 'you just be you and don't worry about nothing else, okay? it's not like there's something else you can do.'
the truth in his words makes you take a deep breath and calm down. he is right, there's nothing else you can do. seeing how his words finally reached your mind, soonyoung smiles, swinging both of your hands from side to side. 'you'll do terrific. go, good luck! i'll be here.' at your questioning gaze, he winks. 'so you can tell me all about how it went.'
there's something shimmering here, you can tell that he wants to say something more but holds himself back. he squeezes your hands and you feel flow of bravery once more. maybe it's his magic power? 'thank you,' you say and move away, feeling his gaze on your back all the time.
this man approaches love in a relaxed and carefree manner and might have troubles with committing (needs someone active and easy-going for a partner, who will constantly fascinate him), is surpisingly not as emotional in love as you'd expect him to be, always keeps relationships fun, it's never boring with him!
'and then we can go on that boat thing, what do you think?'
hearing excitement in soonyoung's voice makes you smile. 'sure! if weather ends up being bad, we can try indoor archery? i heard they have it here.'
'and there's an indoor swimming pool,' soonyoung comments, watching your reaction closely. he knows he can be a lot, it's a bit hard for him to sit still when he is excited and he doesn't want to pressure you into agreeing to too many activities. 'or if that's too much-'
'oh, yeah, i also heard about the indoor swimming pool!' your smile is genuine and you easily reflect his excitement right back at him. 'we can go there after dinner, i think we'll be very busy with all activities whole day.'
you go on about different plans, but he's not really listening to you anymore. soonyoung doesn't know how to explain it, he is not sure that you'll understand. how every single time you agree to try something new with him, his heart grows bigger. how he is close to crying out of gratitude when you both stay level-headed during small fights. how he is always - constantly, 24/7 - is in awe from you. he decides to let the last part out, because you deserve to know: 'you fascinate me.' he watches you turn to him, surprised. for a good measure he adds: 'always. all the time. i don't know how you do it, to be honest.'
he sees your shy answering smile and thinks that maybe he met the one. he never thought he would, not with how 'too much' he is, not with how hard relationships can be to him sometimes. but when you step closer and whisper that this feeling is mutual, that you are fascinated by him too, he feels his hope spark up in his heart. he'll never stop being in awe from you, finding everything, every small little thing about fascinating and otherwordly. it won't stop, not now, not ever.
a/n: your honor, this boy makes me go '!!!' and my heart can't take it anymore :( - nini
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randomblog-things · 3 months
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ever since I follow seventeen they are everywhere, like this morning I saw a hat with a tiger and I immediately thought of hoshi while smiling and thinking "he would like this hat"
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sssaythenamesvt · 4 months
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Dance Together
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Main Masterlist | Hoshi's Masterlist Paring: Hoshi x reader Warning: Reader addressed as she/her, reader is a female, a little suggestive, very short. Genre: Fluff Summary: “Dear my beautiful Madam, may I have this dance?”
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It was another afternoon the sun was setting and it was a rare occasion as the busy couple was enjoying the afternoon. Both bodies tangled comfortably on the soft grey couch with a white knitted blanket that kept them warm as the rain made the moment a bit colder. Her head was on his chest listening to the calming heartbeat as a show on the TV screen fill the room with more sounds. It got darker and one of the two felt their stomach slowly asking for food.
“Babe I want to start cooking dinner, is there anything you want me to cook?” She asked her lover as her head rose from resting on her partner.
“Noooo, it’s cuddle day.” The man whined to his lover.
“Ok tiger, I’m hungry and if you don’t let me cook you won’t be a tiger anymore, I’ll be the tiger and you’ll be my prey.” The girl glared at her partner and got up.
All her lover could do was pout and dreadfully get up to follow her heel, he sat down on one of the chairs in the dining room and looking at the woman he loved, he simply observed as he stood by her tail. She was cooking a simple pasta dish, from the stove to the pantry her legs seemed to not rest.
As time passed the dish was finally in the oven and the girl finally got a break. As she was approaching the chairs of her dining room she saw her lover in front of her with a smile, which of course she returned.
“Dear my beautiful Madam, may I have this dance?” Her lover asked her as he offered his hand.
“I must sadly reject my kind sir as I would like to rest.” She answered in the same way her lover offered.
“Babeeeee, it’s a slow dance I promise.” The man pouted whining again.
“Hoshi, love. I just ran around cooking. My legs need a break.” The girl tried to reason.
“Ok, then I shall carry you.” The man said as he lifted his lover bridal style and swayed her a bit.
“I feel like I’m a child being rocked around to sleep.” She confessed.
“Well, I want to slow dance with you, but your legs are sore so I’ll carry you for the whole dance.” The man said smiling and his lover simply doing the same with a kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you love.” she said enjoying the moment together.
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a/n: hello everyone it's been a while! I have been busy lately and am still busy. I have some work that I have written and I'll try and post it ASAP!
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looxxi · 11 months
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if you ever lose hoshi at the zoo...
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ceo-vill · 1 year
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〈 🕷 〉 ˗ˏˋ⠀.⠀ b𝗮d bitɔh⠀★⃪⠀
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h᪈shi 𝘃ɘnɘgence — throw a rose 🌹 on your body
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1-strawberry-1 · 1 month
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already 6 years with BSS!!!!! 🤭THIS IS CRAZY AHHH!! i love them so much hehe 🫰💜🫶
happiness isn’t grades, it’s bss! 😌
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luv1woo · 2 years
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[ho5hi_kwon]
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juniormint1125 · 1 year
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Jealous - Kwon Soonyoung (Seventeen) x Reader
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Jealous
Kwon Soonyoung (Seventeen) x Reader Summary: Soonyoung is jealous of the relationship one of the other members has with his best friend. Word Count: 4,208 Genre: fluff Warnings/Contains: light cursing, alcohol consumption
Every eye is on the door after it slams shut behind Soonyoung. For seemingly no reason, he abruptly stopped dancing and stormed out of practice.
“What was that about?” Jun whispers to Chan who was practicing with Soonyoung.
Chan shrugs. “His mind was definitely somewhere else. He never took his eyes off the mirror.”
“Maybe you should go talk to him, Y/N,” Mingyu suggests. “He listens to you.”
“No,” Jihoon interrupts, thrusting his arm in front of you. “I’ll go.”
You’ve been Soonyoung’s English tutor for almost a year. In that time, he’s become your best friend. But you’ve never seen him like that. You’ve seen him frustrated with pronunciation or irritated that he messed up a choreo, but you’ve never seen him livid like he was when he charged out the door. You’re relieved Jihoon offered to go after him. Frankly, you were a little scared.
“Everyone back to practice,” Cheol orders. He zeroes in on Vernon who’s been chatting with you in the corner for the last half hour. Vernon smiles at you and squeezes your hand, then runs over to join the formation.
You were only at practice that day because a couple months ago, Soonyoung asked if he could have extra tutoring sessions between his practices. He told you that he had a specific goal he was anxious to accomplish. But when you asked what it was, thinking you could plan your lessons around it, he refused to tell you.
Since then, you’ve been coming to the studio five times a week. Practice almost always runs late, so you spend a good amount of time waiting for him. You don’t really mind waiting for him because one of the members is always available to keep you entertained. They’re all friendly and easy-going and you enjoy spending time there.
Vernon’s the one who keeps you company most often. You appreciate the break of being able to speak English with him. He always has your favorite candy for you, every time you’re there. And you can both geek out on Star Wars for hours. Surprisingly, you’ve also had some really deep conversations.
You started to get a little worried though, that he’s got a crush on you. He’s a sweet guy, but you just don’t see him that way. You’ve tried to be subtle about steering him away from you because you’d hate to lose your friendship over it.
Vernon had been the one keeping you company today while you waited for Soonyoung. Usually, he works doubly hard to finish up faster when you’re waiting for him. But today, he was moving at a snail’s pace. You continuously watched him, worried he might be coming down with something.
And each time you looked at him, he’d been eyeing you in the mirrors. Usually if he sees you watching him, he smiles or winks discreetly, but today you knew he wasn’t himself. Though he was looking at you, he seemed to be looking through you at the same time. It made you feel tense and uneasy.
You’re thinking about what could be wrong when Jihoon finally comes back to the practice room. He looks at Cheol and shakes his head, then jumps into the choreo like nothing ever happened. Something’s going on and you need to find out what it is. You wait until both Cheol and Jihoon are immersed in practice before you slip out of the room. You’re not sure where to look for Soonyoung so you wander the hallways for a while, hoping to run across him. When that doesn’t pan out, you decide to try Jihoon’s studio. You’re about to head in that direction when Cheol calls your name.
“Do you know where Soonyoung is?” you ask him before he can say anything else. “If he’s upset about something, maybe I can talk to him and —“
He cuts you off mid-sentence. “No, Y/N.”
“What’s going on, Cheol? Why are you and Jihoon so adamant that I stay away from him?”
He looks regretful and a little sad. “Look, he just needs some time, okay? Maybe you guys should take a break from each other for a little while?”
“What do you mean by a break?”
“Soonyoung needs to be away from you, Y/N.”
“Oh,” you whisper. The same tense and uneasy feeling as before surges through you. Why do you feel a sudden sense of loss? And where did the pit in your stomach come from?
Cheol reaches for your arm. “Don’t worry, okay? Just give him a little space.” The smile he gives you is full of pity.
“Yeah, sure,” you agree. “I’ll just get my things and head out.”
He walks with you back to the practice room. Soonyoung’s back, standing in the corner, talking to Jihoon. You get your bag and as you’re about to head out the door, he looks at you. You give him your best smile and a tiny wave. His eyes are filled with pain, and he turns away.
When you get home, you leave a trail of belongings on the floor behind you. You go straight to your bed and crash. The only word you can think of to describe how you feel is awful. Nothing feels right anymore. Your stomach twinges, your brain aches, and your heart feels…broken.
There’s something that’s not right about what happened. You can’t stop thinking about Soonyoung’s eyes as you were leaving. He looked dejected and devastated. What could have happened to make him feel like that?
No matter what Cheol said, you can’t leave it alone. You take out your phone and text him. What happened today, Soonyoung? I can’t figure out what I’ve done to make Cheol say you need to be away from me.
You reach for the stuffed tiger at the foot of your bed. Soonyoung gave it to you for your birthday. He bought one for himself too. He said they were tiger best friends, just like the two of you were best friends. You’d suddenly felt nervous at his words, butterflies taking over your stomach. You hug it tight to your chest.
Your phone vibrates on the nightstand, and you immediately reach for it. You just know Soonyoung has said something funny to diffuse the tension and everything will be back to normal. He always makes everything better. You open your messages and your heart drops.
Maybe it is best if we don’t see each other for a while.
That’s it? That’s all he has to say after the tantrum he threw? What the hellis going on? You know there’s got to be more to the story.
Why?
It’s not you. It’s me.
That’s ridiculous! You’re not going to let him get away with spewing crap like that, so you call him out.
This isn’t some middle school romance where you can just throw out some bullshit excuse like that and then walk away. What’s going on? What are you not telling me?
You’re fuming. You watch the screen, waiting for his response. He’s typing and then it disappears. You wait for him to start typing again, but nothing comes. You can’t believe that he’s really not going to answer you.
Are you serious right now?
You’re taking all your anger out on your phone’s keyboard.
Yes, I’m serious.
You feel betrayed.
I guess the Kwon Soonyoung I thought I knew wasn’t the real man after all. Just a mask hiding someone I could never recognize.
Maybe this isn’t the real me, but I’m not the one who’s been wearing a mask.
You have no idea what he means. Is he accusing you of being fake? You’ve never once acted like anyone other than yourself; you’ve always been honest with him. You’ve never felt like you needed to wear a mask with him. From the moment you met, he’s made you feel accepted and cared for and you’ve not once been scared to be yourself.
Before you can think of a reply, Vernon texts you. Some of the guys are going to grab drinks and he’s inviting you along. You start to decline, but then change your mind. You need to forget how angry you are with Soonyoung, so you say yes.
They’re already at a spot close to your apartment, so you throw on some fresh clothes, put your hair into a ponytail, and grab a hoodie hanging by the door. Damn Soonyoung. With enough alcohol, you won’t care about what he said.
You walk into the bar and hear Vernon call your name. He’s there with Joshua, Mingyu, and Chan. You wave and make your way over to the table.
“Woah, Y/N,” Mingyu comments. “You okay? You look like you could kill someone.”
“I need a shot,” you reply.
Chan orders a round of tequila. You down it as soon as it arrives then grab another. You down that one plus one more before you say another word.
“Hey guys,” you smile sweetly.
“Feeling better?” Joshua chuckles.
“No, actually. What the hell is Soonyoung’s problem?” They live with him. Maybe they know something.
Joshua and Chan exchange some sort of look that you can’t decipher. Mingyu shrugs his shoulders, uninterested as he checks out a girl at the bar.
“Do we have to talk about that?” Vernon whines. “We came here to relax.”
“You’re right,” you agree. “I’m not going to let him ruin the rest of my day.”
Chan brings another round of shots. Vernon talks animatedly but you aren’t really listening. You said you weren’t going to let Soonyoung ruin your night but he’s the only thing on your mind.
“Y/N!” Vernon shakes your arm. “Did you hear what I said?”
You pat his hand. “Sorry, guess I zoned out.”
“Probably thinking about Soonyoung again,” Mingyu mutters.
“What is that supposed to mean?” you growl then down another shot.
“Come on, Y/N, even I can see it.”
“You can see what, Gyu?”
“You and Soonyoung. You — “Chan elbows him, cutting him off.
“What about Soonyoung and I?”
“Nothing,” Mingyu brushes it off. “I’m going to the bar.” He stalks off toward the girl he’s been eyeing.
Vernon grabs your hand, pulling you from the table. “Come on Y/N, let’s dance.”
You forget how angry and confused you are once you’re on the dance floor. The music is so loud you can’t hear yourself think anyway. Vernon smiles at you. You’re glad you came out; you needed the distraction.
You’ve been dancing for a while when a slow song begins playing. You turn to leave the dance floor, but Vernon grabs your hand. “Dance with me,” he pleads.
You chuckle, shake your head no, and try to pull away. Something about this doesn’t feel right. You shouldn’t be dancing with him like this. But he’s already pulled you close, and you don’t want to make things awkward so you follow his lead.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to say.” His mouth is next to your ear, his breath tickling you as he speaks. You giggle. If you hadn’t already had too much tequila, you’d have realized that your giggle was giving him the wrong impression. But the alcohol’s already traveling through your system and the only thing you’re thinking about is how funny it feels.
“I like you, Y/N.”
You jerk out of his arms, the alcohol fog clearing enough for you to realize what he said.
“I need some air,” you mutter and run off the dance floor. He follows you, catching your arm in the hallway by the bathroom.
You turn to face him, and he’s smiling. It makes you feel terrible for what you’re about to say. “I’m sorry, Vernon. But I don’t feel the same.”
His shoulders slump. “It’s Soonyoung, isn’t it?”
“What are you talking about? What does he have to do with this?”
“Boo told me not to confess. He said it was obvious you like Soonyoung, but I didn’t want to believe him. Now I know, it’s true.” He turns away from you and takes off down the hall.
You call after him, but he keeps walking. “Vernon, I’m sorry!”
Damn it! This is exactly what you didn’t want to happen. You make your way back to the table where Mingyu’s once again joined Joshua and Chan. He’s alone. He must be having shitty luck tonight too.
“Where’s Vernon?” Joshua asks as you sit down.
You stare him down angrily. “Did you know he was going to confess?”
“Oh, damn,” Chan winces. He slides a shot across the table to you. You wonder if you should stop drinking, but the knowing looks on their faces make you even angrier.
You take the shot then turn on them all. “You knew?!”
Joshua begins. “We thought he might. And we thought if we came along, then he’d chicken out. And everything would go back to normal.”
You roll your eyes. “What’s ‘normal’ supposed to look like?”
“You and Soonyoung, Y/N,” Mingyu abruptly interjects. “God, sometimes I think you’re denser than I am.”
You slam your fist on the table. “There’s been a lot of talk about me and Soonyoung as a single unit. You guys are acting like we’re a couple and Vernon just tried to steal me away from him or something.”
They look at each other like you’ve just stated the most obvious fact in existence. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“Isn’t that basically what just happened?” Chan shrugs.
“We’re not a couple,” you declare assertively.
“You are. A couple of idiots,” Mingyu sneers.
Before you can retort, Joshua cuts you off. “Look, Y/N. I’m not sure it’s really our place to say anything — “
Mingyu scoffs. “Someone needs to say something because this is getting ridiculous.”
Joshua continues. “It’s a fact that Soonyoung likes you. And it’s pretty apparent that you like him to.”
“That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard!” you stutter.
“How exactly did you respond to Vernon when he confessed?” Chan smirks.
“I told him that I didn’t feel the same way about him.”
“And what did he say?” Joshua asks.
“He asked if…” They all look at you expectantly. “If it was because of Soonyoung,” you mumble.
“Ha!” Mingyu laughs. “See? Vernon knows you rejected him for Soonyoung. How can you not see what’s going on?”
Your mind starts racing with thoughts of your relationship with Soonyoung. You think about the gifts he’s given you that match ones he bought for himself. Looking back, they all seem like couple gifts.
You picture the way he stands over you, his chin resting on your head and his arms around you when you ask him to read a passage in English. And the way you’ve caught him twirling your hair around his fingers when he’s supposed to be listening to your lessons. It all seemed to flow so naturally; you never thought his touches meant anything more.
You’re overwhelmed by so many unrealized feelings bombarding you all at once. You storm away from the table, heading straight for the bar. You plan to drink yourself into forgetting, but you end up analyzing every moment that’s transpired between the two of you, looking for the clues you somehow missed. How could you not have seen the myriad of ways he showed you he cared about you?
You chastise yourself. What did you think it meant when he ran his hands soothingly over your back and listened to you vent to him about your bad day? Was there any other possible meaning when he pulled you onto his lap and fed you his birthday cake, bite by bite? And how else could it have been taken when he tried to teach you to dance and you felt his heart pounding through your chest when he pulled you close? Those things don’t happen between people who are only best friends.
You’re trying to wrap your head around what it all means when Joshua comes up behind you. “They nominated me to talk to you. Because I can speak English.” He smiles, shrugging his shoulders.
“I don’t think this would be any easier to understand in English,” you sigh.
“What’s there to understand, Y/N? Soonyoung is head over heels for you. Even though you were too dense to realize it, you’re just as crazy about him. There’s nothing keeping you from being happy, except yourself.”
You look at him. “Is it really that obvious to everyone but me?”
He pats your hand, trying to comfort you. He’s always the logical one. “How do you feel when Soonyoung brings you coffee made exactly the way you like it, even when he doesn’t have a lesson?”
You think for a minute before responding. “Important, like one of his priorities. Special because he’s memorized how I take my coffee.”
“How did you feel when he stormed out of practice today? When he turned away from you before you left?”
You don’t have to think too hard about your answer this time. “Awful. Confused. Desperate to fix what was wrong with…us.”
You sigh. Realization is breaking through the alcohol. He asks his last question.
“How would you feel if Soonyoung was here right now, if he had come here just for you, to take you home and take care of you because you’ve had way too much to drink?
Your answer’s immediate. “Loved.”
He’s smiling. “Then turn around, Y/N, so you can feel loved.”
You mumble a cross between what and how before looking behind you. Your eyes are blurry with tears, but you can make out Soonyoung’s silhouette. You’d be able to recognize him anywhere.
“Soonyoung?”
He walks toward you. When he’s close enough that you can smell his mint toothpaste, he sighs. “What were you thinking, Y/N?”
You scrunch your nose in a frown. “You didn’t have to come all the way here to berate me.”
“I came all the way here to bring you home.” He tries to take your hand, but you pull away.
“I don’t need a babysitter,” you growl at him.
“I’m not here to babysit you. I’m here because I care about you.”
You cross your arms and turn away from him. “You have a funny way of showing it.”
“Y/N, I’m sorry about what happened today. I shouldn’t have told you I didn’t want to see you. Please, just let me take you home. We can talk about it there.”
You turn to snap at him but lose your balance. He calls your name and the next thing you know; he’s scooped you up in his arms.
“I’m taking you home. Now.”
You don’t think to resist him, not even for a second. His arms are sturdy and safe, so you lean in, inhaling the fresh, sweet scent of his cologne. As your nose brushes against his neck, he shudders. You giggle and he looks down at you, frowning.
“Don’t do that, Y/N.”
“Soonie, you smell good,” you coo. You’re blissfully drunk, and now that he’s here, you’re unable to stop what comes out of your mouth.
He stops. “What did you call me?”
“Soonie.” You touch his cheek and his eyes flutter shut. “My sweet, sweet Soonie.”
He swallows hard. “You’ve never called me that before.”
“You don’t like it?” you pout. “It’s cute, like you.” You boop him on the nose and giggle.
“You’re drunk, Y/N. You need to go home.”
Once you’re outside, he sits you down on the sidewalk. You grin at him then squeeze his biceps. “You’re so strong, Soonie.”
“Come on,” he mumbles, grabbing your hand tightly and pulling you down the sidewalk toward your apartment.
“Are you coming home with me?” you chirp. He doesn’t respond. “That’s so scandalous!” you add, drawing out your words for emphasis. He still doesn’t reply.
You stop walking and pull your hand away. “I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me.” You stomp your feet like a little child.
“Please, Y/N. Just let me get you home, then we can talk all you want, I promise.”
You grin mischievously, crossing your arms. “Only if you give me a piggyback ride.”
His eyes widen. “You’re serious?”
“Absolutely. If you don’t, then I’m staying right here.” You plop down on the sidewalk to emphasize your point.
“Get up, Y/N.” You cock your head to the side waiting for him to give in, which he does. “Fine!”
You spring to your feet. When he turns around, you jump on his back. He holds you with ease and takes off down the street again. For a few blocks he carries you in silence, your chin nuzzled against his cheek. He’s warm and comfortable and you start to get sleepy.
“Do you know why I wanted you to carry me, Soonie?” He shakes his head. “Because I like your muscles,” you giggle. “You’re really handsome, you know.”
You feel his body tense under you. “What’s wrong?” you ask.
He puts you down. “Nothing. We’re here. Where are your keys?” You shrug your shoulders, and he groans. “Give me your purse.”
He holds out his hand, and his stoic look turns to irritation when you only stand there giggling.
“Y/N!”
You can’t stop laughing. “If you want it, come get it,” you challenge him.
“I’m tired of playing games, Y/N! Just hand me your purse so I can find your keys.”
You don’t move, so he takes a step closer. Hesitantly, he reaches into the bag that’s draped across your shoulder. He carefully rifles through the pockets looking for the keys.
“Soonie,” you whisper.
“Hmmm?” He’s still looking through your purse.
“Soonie!”
“What, Y/N?” He looks at you, exasperated.
“I’m tired of playing games too.”
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself up on your tiptoes. You close your eyes and lean into him, your lips pressing softly against his. He’s stiff with shock for just a moment, then his lips melt into yours. You hum with delight. You had no idea how delicious his kiss would taste.
Suddenly he pulls away. “What are you doing, Y/N?”
“Um, obviously I’m kissing you, silly.”
“We can’t do this,” he mumbles.
“Why not?” you object. “Shua said you like me.”
“It’s not about me, Y/N.” He sounds angry and you don’t like it. “What about Vernon? You shouldn’t be kissing me when you two like each other.” He looks away from you.
“Vernon?” You’d forgotten about his confession after the last shot of tequila. “Don’t worry about him, Soonie.” You try to grab his hand and pull him close to you again, but he jerks away.
“What do you mean ‘Don’t worry about him’? I’m not going to kiss another man’s girlfriend!”
When you realize where his thoughts are headed, you burst out laughing. “What’s so funny?” he snaps.
“Vernon is NOT my boyfriend, Soonie. And he never will be.”
He drops his eyes, his face turning crimson. “Oh,” he mutters.
You touch his chin, tipping his face back up so you can look in his eyes. “Vernon will never be my boyfriend,” you continue, “because I like someone else.”
“Oh,” he repeats. He tries to look away again, but you don’t let him.
“Ugh! Kwon Soonyoung!” you gasp. “Sometimes you can be such an idiot!” His eyes widen in confusion, and you playfully punch him in the arm.
“It’s you, Soonyoung! You’re the one I like.” For the longest time, he stares at you. “Are you going to say anything?”
“I thought that you liked Vernon, that’s why…” he runs his hands through his hair nervously.
“Why what?
“I overheard Vernon telling Boo that he was going to confess. And I thought you liked him too; you always smile at him, and he buys chocolates especially for you. Then I saw you talking and laughing today at practice. I thought you guys were a couple.”
“Maybe you should have stuck around to hear all of their conversation. Boo told Vernon not to confess because everyone already assumed that I like you.”
He shoves his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground. He’s too embarrassed to look at you.
“Wait a minute,” you tease him. “Is that why you threw a temper tantrum at practice? Because you were jealous?”
“I wasn’t jealous!” he shouts.
You reach for his hand again, drawing him close to you, and brushing the hair out of his eyes. “I think that it’s absolutely adorable that you were jealous of Vernon.”
“I wasn’t jealous,” he pouts. “And it wasn’t a tantrum; I was upset.”
“Oh really?”
“I thought you chose Vernon…because I wasn’t good enough. I thought I had lost you.”
“My sweet Soonie,” you murmur, caressing his cheek. He presses his forehead to yours.
“I love the way that sounds,” he whispers.
“When I call you Soonie?”
“No,” he answers, looking into your eyes. “When you call me yours.”
Cautiously, he brings his mouth closer to yours. When his lips are just out of reach, he whispers to you. “Can I please be yours?”
“You already are.”
You close your eyes and the kiss that follows is the most tender moment of your life. His arms envelop your waist, and your bodies meld together in contentment that’s been way too long arriving.
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sweetiesicheng · 1 year
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hoshi - episode
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"y/n! come here!" jeonghan called out to you when your name was called.
you froze, staring at the guys from where you were standing.
"go."
one of your coworkers pushed you forward from behind, making you stumble into the frame of some of the cameras.
hoshi immediately ran over to you and dragged you out.
"why was my name in there?" you asked him. "i told you i didn't want to play,” you said before heavily sighing.
he chuckled, "too bad." he said and brought you to the set that was prepared. "everyone, it's my wonderful girlfriend," hoshi announced as you stood behind a counter. "isn't she so pretty?" he asked while hugging you from behind.
"hey hey hey. they need to be on separate teams," seungkwan spoke up, "they're gonna have a couple advantage."
"couple advantage? these two suck at games. they might as well stay on that team," s.coups spoke up.
"hold up, i don't wanna lose. one of you go over there," mingyu said to you and hoshi, pointing at the other team.
"hey, we got our staff member pick. you guys need to stick with yours," the8 said to mingyu from the other side.
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and when the next round started, you and hoshi were against each other in a bouncy house race.
"y/n looks like she's ready to topple over," you heard jun comment.
"hey! i heard that," you said as you were given a helmet with a camera attached to it. "i'll fight you later."
"yea yea whatever."
"you two ready?" seungkwan asked, standing on the floor next to the start line.
"i'm good," hoshi spoke. you nodded in agreement with a hum.
"alright. three! two! one! go!"
you immediately grabbing your boyfriend and pulled him back before trying to climb over a small wall.
"yah! y/n!”
then, you felt yourself get pulled back right as you were climbing up part of the wall that led to a slide.
"ah!"
you landed on your back and watched hoshi scramble to get pass you.
"soonyoung! get back here!" you yelled and scrambled to get up. you climbed up the wall and continued going down the course until you were on hoshi's tail again. "you punk!"
"love you!"
"you're sleeping on the floor if you win!" you yelled at him and watched him freeze.
he turned around and grabbed you, hugging you and holding you back from continuing in. "wait, baby, please! you know i can't sleep without you. please please please no."
"let me win!"
"my image!"
"what image do you have left mister hamster?"
"i'm a tiger!"
"hey hamster couple! you're supposed to race, not argue who's sleeping on the floor!" jeonghan yelled at the two of you.
you looked at everyone else, who were following you throughout the course. then you looked at hoshi.
"bye."
you immediately started running and hoshi followed after you, trying to get you to lose to the race.
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"i give up."
you laid on the floor of the gymnasium the episode was being filmed in. you had lost against your boyfriend and laid on the floor in defeat and tiredness from the simple race.
the next race started between another staff member and joshua while you laid there. one of the camera operators had a camera on you while you contemplated out loud.
"why was my name in the thing? i really didn't want to play today. i blame hoshi."
"babe," hoshi spoke from his spot next to you, "you know that i can hear you, right?"
"go away."
then, hoshi immediately hugged you, "never.”
"you're sleeping on the couch."
"i got upgraded to the couch? can you upgrade me again?"
"to where? the balcony?"
"hey..."
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lovvlovveee · 4 months
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Seventeen🌼
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odxrilove · 1 year
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☆ 10:47PM
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pairing: hoshi (kwon soonyoung) x reader
genre: fluff, comfort, established relationship
warnings: mentions about body, weight and losing weight, insecurities, insecure reader
wc: ~1k
a/n: wrote this at 1am 'cause i couldn't sleep! enjoy :D
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the room was filled by screams and yells coming from the anime that was currently playing on the tv, a concentrated hoshi not diverting his eyes from the screen. he suddenly gasped in shock at a random scene, his breath hitting your bare skin as he was laying comfortably with his head in your lap, his cheek squished against your thigh.
while hoshi was still immersed in the show, you had long lost focus and instead had spent the last thirty minutes daydreaming, not paying attention to your boyfriend’s exaggerated reactions.
something had been bothering you for a while now and knowing hoshi, he was probably too invested in the story line to even realize hours had passed so you decided to attract his attention by passing your fingers through his hair, grazing his skin at the nape of his neck.
your boyfriend slowly leaned his head into your palm and wriggled on your shared bed until he was looking at you, his other cheek now being squished against your thigh. he looked up at you with stars in his eyes and a pout on his lips and you couldn’t help but shy away a bit.
when hoshi felt your hand leave his hair, he groaned slightly and slid further on the bed towards you, fully intending to force you to play with his hair. you could only blush and let out a short giggle, making hoshi smile in contentment in return.
a few more minutes passed by, comfortable silence filling the room beside the occasional dialogue of the still ongoing anime. your boyfriend soon turned around to continue watching the show, not without leaving a kiss on your clothed stomach to thank you for the attention.
biting your lip in frustration, you looked down at your lap. you didn’t know how to bring up what was bothering you without feeling like a complete loser. you knew hoshi would listen attentively but you were still quite scared of his reaction.
you hadn’t even realized the episode was over and that another one was starting, your boyfriend turning towards you with a big smile on his face at the first few notes of the catchy opening song, knowing you liked this specific opening. but his smile soon faded and his eyebrows furrowed when he saw you picking at your nails in a nervous manner, your eyes not leaving your lap.
a soft call of your name brought you back to earth and you came face to face with a worried hoshi. you reassured him quickly and pushed his head back down where it originally was. you knew your boyfriend wasn’t a hundred percent convinced so you just stroked his free cheek.
maybe it was the sudden boldness or the way hoshi’s eyes seemed to plead but you opened your mouth, the words leaving as fast as possible.
“do you think i could, maybe, accompany you and woozi to the gym next time?”
a smile took over his face and he immediately relaxed before nodding enthusiastically. “of course you can! it will be fun, you will see!” his body seemed to further bury itself into the covers as he closed his eyes peacefully.
your breath hitched in your throat. it was now or never.
“don’t you think i should lose a bit of weight?”
hoshi shot up from his comfortable position, eyes wide open. he muttered a small “what?” in disbelief. did he really just hear that?
“don’t you think i should lose some weight?” you repeated again, fingers trembling in nervousness.
hoshi was unable to even function correctly, his brain short-circuiting at your words. his mouth widened even more and he sat up straighter when your words started settling in. he inspected your face for any signs that might tell him you were currently joking but hoshi couldn’t find one, realizing you were indeed dead serious.
“what are you even talking about? “you look great!” he was at loss of words, he didn’t believe you just asked him that.
you nodded a bit, not convinced, “you're just saying that to make me happy.”
the look on hoshi’s face was comical, you surely would have laughed if your heart wasn’t threatening to run out of your chest right now. he rapidly turned his whole body towards you, sitting on his knees as a frown took over on his face. “how could you even think that?” he pouted, “i would never lie to you, especially not about this.”
you could feel his eyes burning holes into your skin and took a deep breath, lifting your head to look him in the eyes. hoshi was visibly upset. he thought he had made it very clear he loved the way looked.
when you didn’t reply, he placed a hand on your knee, his thumb running circles on your skin. “yn, baby, i think you look perfect. there’s nothing wrong with your weight, you’re healthy and that’s all that matters.”
he glared at you when a sigh left your mouth, “but i gained a bit of weight recently, doesn’t that bother you?”
you almost whimpered at his hard stare but his eyes soon softened. “it doesn’t matter if you gain or lose weight, i don’t care unless it affects your health. i just want you to feel and be okay, that’s all.” he tilted his head a bit, placing both his hands on your knees and leaning his chin on them. “plus, as long as you’re comfortable and huggable, i’m not complaining.”
the last sentence brought a smile to your face and you hit his arm lightly, hiding your blushing face, “phfff, dumbass.”
hoshi only leaned towards you, placing a wet kiss on your forehead before wrapping you in his arms and throwing a leg over yours, effectively trapping you against him and the covers.
“your dumbass.” he wiggled his eyebrows in a seductive manner and you snorted, hiding your face in his neck and rolling you both over until your head was on his chest.
you exhaled, gripping your boyfriend tighter.
but the calm didn’t last for long as he giggled under you, muttering a quick “attack of the tiger!” before his teeth were on your shoulder.
you could only fight back, screaming and yelling out pleas of help in between laughter as hoshi did his best to keep you trapped against him, wrapping his two legs around your waist and clinging onto you.
“we said no biting, babe!”
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hoshi + cuddling
'i feel fine, really! i'm not sic-' right at that soonyoung sneezes loudly, almost jumping out of the bed. he falls back on it with a loud groan, covering his face with a pillow.
'right, you're not sick at all,' you deadpan, rolling your eyes. you reach over for the salt and pepper, turning to look at him: 'bless you. you want me to add more black pepper or salt?'
'salt,' he replies, sneezing again. 'god, this is awful.'
you add the salt and then check the taste of the soup, nodding to yourself. 'soup is ready, come out.'
soonyoung says that he fell sick two days ago, but you suspect that in reality he felt off for an entire week, managing to somehow stove off the inevitable by being extra busy. you should have known, really, from the first bell when you two facetime'd each other and he had a runny nose. his stubbornness sometimes knows no limits and arguing with him about this leads to nothing, so you go along with his 'it's been only two days, i promise!' with a long sigh and a reluctant nod. carefully you place the bowl on the table, also putting the kettle on. 'tea with a lemon sounds good?' you ask loudly. you pause as no reply comes out within the next seconds. 'soonyoung?'
'come here please!' he calls.
you walk towards the bedroom and find your boyfriend wrapped in the blanket in a burrito way, only his head can be seen. his pout is more visible than anything else though - soonyoung hates being sick, hates feeling useless and especially hates when he can't spend time with you cause he doesn't want you to get sick as well. you shake your head fondly, stopping right at the door, leaning on it. taking care of soonyoung is not an easy task considering how he despises chicken soups and taking pills, but after battling one flu with him, you now consider yourself a professional at it. at the sight of you soonyoung lights up like a christmas tree and you can't be mad at him at all when he uses his famous eye smile. you don't move and seeing how you're not coming closer, soonyoung pouts even harder. 'why are you standing so far away?'
'soup is ready, you need to eat something,' you say instead of replying to his question.
'come cuddle me first.'
'you haven't eaten anything since you woke up,' you press, not moving. it is hard to do so, when he looks so cute all wrapped up like burrito, but someone has to be responsible. 'eat first, soonyoung.'
'cuddle me first.' he repeats, reminding you again who is the king of stubbornness here. in order to make his point even clearer, he opens up the blanket and moves to the left side of the bed, making space for you. 'right here.'
arguing with him is a losing game. you know it, you knew it from the start but you still are trying to be stern, not wanting to give in this time too. you frown, taking one step closer. 'but you really need to eat.'
soonyoung's expression softens and he smiles gently, tapping place next to him. 'i will eat after cuddles, i promise,' he assures you in a serious tone and then smiles, opening the blanket even more: 'now come here, please.'
admitting defeat, you shuffle towards him and smile, when he sighs in satisfaction as bed dips under your weight. you don't even have time to get comfortable before he wraps around you like an octopus, blocking you any route to escape. plastering his chest to your back, soonyoung giggles happily, tucking his face into your neck. his arms loop around your waist and he makes sure to intertwine your legs as well. it's not the most comfortable position for you at first, but you relax as he starts pressing small kisses on your neck, mumbling how good you smell.
'this is so nice,' he lets out, content. 'thank you.'
your hands rest on top of his and you smile secretly; soonyoung's warmth is something you also missed during last two days so being back in his arms feels like coming home. his breathing tickles a little but it feels so familiar that your eyes close on their own accord. 'do not let us fall asleep,' you mumble, pressing closer to him.
'no promises here,' he mouths into your neck, yawning. 'missed having you like this.' soonyoung hands get under your t-shirt and rest gently on your stomach, caressing it. 'let's just stay like that, please?'
there's so much longing in his voice that rejecting him feels like a crime; you nod and he kisses your neck once more before relaxing. laying in his arms like that you don't think about any of the errands that you are supposed to do, choosing to concentrate on him instead; how each part of your bodies seems to be connected, how warm it feels, how you instantly feel less anxious. you turn your head to the side and peck his nose, making him smile. 'love you,' you whisper before turning back.
'you're too cute,' he mumbles, tightening his hold. 'i love you too.'
a/n: don't come at me but i genuinely hate spooky season so nothing on halloween theme will be written, have a cute hoshi instead!!
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randomblog-things · 2 months
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you don't need a therapist if you listen to fighting ‼️‼️‼️
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