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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 1 year

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Hug-a-Boo

University AU

TW: Language, Alcohol Consumption, Mildly suggestive, Drunk Fluff (Consent is sexy guys)

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Fluff (lots of it)

Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader

YN Pronouns: Not Specified

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Word Count: 5.4K

Notes: I HAVEN'T WRITTEN FOR TXT IN FOREVERRRR anyway This is the prequel to a request I received a while back! It was so cute that I couldn't resist hehe that and there's always room for Soobin Fluff Fics on this site!

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

You don't know how you got into this situation.

Your heart was beating a mile a minute, your face heated from either the alcohol or the embarrassment, and, this is the most important part, you were beneath the so-called "guy from Physics" that you'd been silently crushing on the entire semester. His own face had been flushed red from the amount of beer he'd apparently chugged down before getting here, but somehow he kept eye contact with you, and whenever you'd turn away, you'd later look back to see that he hadn't moved at all. The pillow beneath your head was soft, and while your head sank in the edges rose up and pushed your hair against your face, if you looked to either side of you, you'd see Soobin's hands gripping onto the sheets like there was no tomorrow. Somehow, the large sweater you'd pulled on was much warmer than before.

"(Y/N)," it was like he was testing your name on his lips. "I..." He seems to hesitate, and you swallow harshly. He was so close to you, lips just inches away from yours. One move from either of you and, surely, there goes your first kiss. But, you don't think you'd mind if it was with him. His brows scrunched together and he looked away from you for a moment. You looked up instead, staring up at the ceiling and trying to work everything out in your head.

Two months ago.

"Geez, (Y/N), at this rate he's going to think you're his stalker, or something," Yeonjun grimaces.

"Don't say that, please," your head rested against the cold café tables, your head turned towards the window watching the foot traffic down University Avenue. "I'm worried it might be true," you silently cried. You sat up, cradling your drink close to you. "Yeonjun, let me explain to you the whole thing, okay?"

"I'm all ears, tell me about this boy you've been stalking," he grins.

"I'm not stalking him!" You argued.

"Okay, okay!" He raises his hands up.

"Anyway, we have the same physics class, is all. Lecture and discussion," you explained. "And there have been a few times we've accidentally made eye contact, but we usually look away as soon as it happens," you add on. "And maybe we've run into each other outside of physics here and there... and also made eye contact there, gosh, he's everywhere! I've run into him in the library, the food court, the parking lot, and maybe," you stop talking when someone enters the café, "oh god that's him," you duck your head, staring at your drink. Yeonjun cranes his neck to look behind him. "Way to be subtle, Jun!" You scold him.

"Ooh, he's cute, (Y/N)," Yeonjun teases. "No wonder you're constantly looking for him," he continues.

"Oh quit it," you pressed your lips together. You sat up again and, your worst fear. Instead of looking right at Yeonjun, as you'd planned to do, instead you turned your head and, like a fucking idiot, made eye contact with the boy from physics once again.

Except, this time, he rose his hand up, offering a small wave and a smile. You weren't expecting him to actually acknowledge you this time, and you had to admit that there was something awkwardly charming about him. You don't think you've ever felt this way. You could feel your heart thrum in your chest, the song that played on the café speakers, Lover to be specific, seemed to be louder, and you prayed that no one could tell how hot your face had gotten. It was like you were frozen in time, you really wanted to make this next move count, what if he felt the same way about you? A complete stranger from physics class? You ended up just smiling and waving back too. Then, Yeonjun gagged, breaking the fantasy.

"Oh my god, just go talk to him!" Yeonjun nudges his head toward the stranger.

"No way! Are you kidding me!" You groaned. "God, I was just about to order another drink too."

"Just use the app."

"You are so smart," you snapped your fingers and did just as he said. A quick glance to the counter and you noticed that the guy from physics had disappeared.

"Lucky, you are, having someone like that in your classes," Yeonjun pouts. "Maybe if I had classmates that good looking I'd actually go to lecture."

"And maybe then you wouldn't be flunking literature," you teased. You looked over to the handsome stranger again, who was now leaning against the counter and waiting for his drink. "God, it's been this way all semester but... I think that's the first time we actually acknowledged each other," you mumbled. You heard a camera shutter and you whipped your head toward Yeonjun, who was pointing his phone toward you. He turns it over and slides it to you.

"You should see the way you look right now," he chuckles. The best way to describe the way you looked was a lovestruck fool, but not the romantic kind, the sort of playground 6-year-old kind.

"Ugh," you hide your face in your hands. "He's never going to talk to me. And I'm never going to talk to him, yup, nope, this is how this will end up," you waved your hands in front of you.

"Mobile Order for (Y/N)! Order for Soobin!" The barista calls out.

"I'll be right back," you trudged out of your seat. You reached for your drink, and your hand collided with someone else's. "Oh, sorry about..." you look up, "that..." your jaw hung slightly open and the person next to you was the same.

"Uh..." he gulps and turns away first. "Which one is the macchiato?" He asks the barista. The two cups looked identical next to each other, and, for whatever reason, neither of them had names written on them.

"They're both macchiatos," she answers.

"Which one only has two pumps of caramel?" You ask next.

"They both do."

"Which one-"

"They're the same, you both ordered the same thing so we made it at the same time, just grab whichever one you want," the barista cuts in.

"Oh, well, in that case," you take one of the cups. "Sorry about that again," you apologized.

"No worries, I'm just surprised someone had the same coffee order as me," he says.

"Caramel macchiato, hot, with two pumps of vanilla, an extra shot of espresso, low sugar, and cinnamon on top," you both recite. You shut your mouth and he smiles.

"Well, it's nice to officially meet you then, (Y/N), right?" He tilts his head.

"Yeah... and you're..." Crap, did you already forget? "Soobin, yeah?" Please be correct.

"That's me," he smiles even wider this time. "Hey, we seem to run into each other a lot, huh?" He asks.

"We do! We have the same physics class," you answer.

"Professor Ahn is too harsh with his grades," Soobin shakes his head. "How'd you feel about the midterm?"

"I'd rather not think about it, the only thing I remember from it is that none of the right-hand-rule was on it," your shoulders slumped and he chuckles.

"Well, if it helps, I'm not too bad at physics, we should study together sometime," he offers.

"I'd like that a lot, actually," your eyes lit up. Your grade would certainly thank you. You weren't horrible at physics, but you could benefit from some extra studying.

"That's great, then we should-"

"(Y/N)! What's taking so long? We have a project to finish!" Yeonjun calls, you look behind Soobin, who follows your gaze and Yeonjun gasps softly.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to keep you from your boyfriend," Soobin rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Oh, we're not dating, Yeonjun's just a classmate of mine in genetics," you explained. "But, he's right, we have a project due at five, so I'll be seeing you around," you smile.

"See you," Soobin waves goodbye and walks off. You, meanwhile, slide back into the booth.

"Look at you go, just five minutes ago you said you'd never speak to him."

"Yeah, I think we're going to study together from now on too," you rest your head against your palm. Then, your eyes widened with realization. "Oh shit," you groaned.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I didn't get his number!"

"Are you joking?!"

"You're the one who interrupted!"

"Oh, did I? Sorry," Yeonjun chuckles.

"Ugh..."

"Well, since you two constantly run into each other, just get his number then."

"It's not that easy, Jun! There was a flow there, everything was just making sense, you know? How am I supposed to even ask for his number? Huh?"

"Hey, I didn't catch your number last time, can we exchange it now?" He responds with a straight expression.

"It's not that easy!"

"I just said it!"

"You are insufferable," you sighed.

"Give me a minute," Yeonjun looks at his phone, rapidly tapping away on his screen. "Found him," he hands you his phone and, sure enough, it was open to Soobin's Instagram.

"How did you find him so fast," you scrolled through it. Not many pictures of him, surprisingly, more of scenery and other people.

"Never underestimate the skills of a technophile," he shrugs. "Shoot him a message, tell him you have mutuals or something if he asks," Yeonjun returns his focus back to his laptop screen. You, meanwhile, pull your phone out and follow the account.

It was a simple message, you think, a quick 'hey! i didn't get your number, but looks like we had mutuals! i hope you don't mind the sudden message' on your part. Then, a few minutes later, a response from him.

'I don't mind at all! How's your schedule? I'm free Tuesdays and Thursdays.'

Tuesdays and Thursdays? That's perfect! You shot a text back and set the stage for the remainder of the semester.

But nothing could have prepared you for that first Tuesday.

Only a week after you'd both finally been properly acquainted, you were sitting in one of the smaller study rooms in the library. Your headphones hung around your neck, your pen had been tucked behind your ear, and the laptop screen in front of you shone brightly. You'd been going back and forth with the assignment in front of you for the past ten minutes, having tried every single equation you could find in your notes and converting between units, the whole thing nearly drove you to insanity.

Until you finally heard the door open.

You looked up and Soobin walked in, shaking the rain from his hair and panting quietly.

"Sorry, I'm late! It started raining out of nowhere," he says quickly, dropping a plastic bag on one of the chairs and his backpack on top of it. "Spring showers," he sighs. "I didn't keep you waiting long, right?" He asks. You didn't answer for a short while, your eyes drifting to every part of the room except to him. Rainwater dripped from his hair to his neck, the droplets being taunting enough already, how could someone look this handsome after being rained on? If you were unlucky enough to have forgotten your umbrella, you were sure that even a drunken sailor wouldn't be able to see you as a beautiful mermaid, rather a sea witch. The rain had long drenched his shirt, the material clinging tightly onto his torso and all that combined with that worried look on his face?

Yeonjun would've laughed out loud by now.

"It's, it's alright," you waved your hand in front of you, staring at your laptop screen instead. "I know it's not a lot, but I have some tissues if you want to use them?" Your hands were already in your backpack, ready to pull out the small pack.

"I'd appreciate that a lot, actually!" He smiles.

Oh, heart, are you still there? You handed him the small pack and he wipes the larger drops of water from his face.

"Working on the homework?" He asks. Well, to be honest, you would say that the homework was working on you because you couldn't for the life of you understand why the torque equation wasn't working on the torque problem.

"Yeah, I've been stuck on this ches... tion... I've been stuck on this question," you corrected yourself, hoping he didn't catch your mistake. He didn't seem to, being more focused on drying off his arms than anything else.

Pull yourself together why are you being weird?!

You turned your screen around, opting to stare at the back of your laptop. Soobin reaches over toward you and you stop breathing. Then you watch your scratch paper slide over towards him and he looks over your work. His cheeks were tinted pink and his lips pressed together while he tried to follow your thought process. With eyes chasing down the messy pencil scribbles, you could feel your face heating up again.

"I'm going to go grab some water downstairs, do you want some?" You ask suddenly. He looks over to you, eyes slightly larger and cheeks slightly pinker. "You know... I think I'll grab you some tea, you're a bit red."

"Oh, am I?" His hand moves up to his cheek, pushing up his glasses slightly from the movement, and his other hand to his phone to look at himself on the screen's reflection.

"Yes, I'll be right back," you slipped out of the room, holding your face in your hands. What was that? What happened? You rushed over to the vending machines downstairs, buying a water bottle and chugging half of it before turning to the coffee machine. You ran the hot water and crossed your arms.

"Gosh, what's he thinking running in there looking like that?" You whispered, bouncing your forehead lightly on the coffee machine. "Pull yourself together, (Y/N), you literally just met him and you're acting like this," you groaned. The machine sounded a quiet ding, signaling that it was complete, and you drop the tea infuser inside of it, placing a lid on top as you returned to the study room. "Soobin?" When you said his name he turned to look up at you and, again, his cheeks tinted pink. A small smile formed on his lips and you felt an arrow pierce your heart. "Here, have some of this," you placed the small cup in front of him, trying to shake off the feeling as fast as you could.

"Thank you so much, you didn't have to," he holds the cup in one of his hands and reaches into his bag with the other. As you took your seat, he pulled out his wallet.

"Oh, no! No, it's fine!" You told him.

"Are you sure?" There he goes again, the way his eyebrows were furrowed together with his lips in a skeptical pout, it took everything in you to hold it together.

"I'm sure, don't worry about it, anyone would have done the same," you muttered, taking your seat parallel to him instead.

"Is that so?" He turns back to his laptop, popping the lid off of the cup with one hand.

That was kind of hot. Your eyes slowly moved from that action back to the assignment in front of you.

"I think I found out your problem, by the way," Soobin sips some of the tea and slides your work back to you. On the side in the margins are annotations in blue ink. His handwriting was noticeably nicer compared to yours, or at the very least within the lines of the graph paper. "Try using this equation instead, you can derive it with other Pythagorean identites to use tangent instead of sine." He explains this as he taps the equation with the tip of his pen. You skimmed the other notes he had on the page, namely the work leading up to the new equation.

"Oh! I get what you're saying," you nodded and rewrote the equation with your given terms. Talk about physics whiz, did he really need help studying too? "If you need any help with anything too, let me know so we can work it out together," you said.

"Actually, if I'm being honest, can we talk a little about thermodynamics? It's probably the one thing I can't understand right now."

"Yeah! Let's go over it! I'm not the best at it either, so maybe two heads are better than one!" You flipped to the appropriate chapter and, soon, it was like you'd both been talking since the first day of class. The conversation flew so easily that you didn't think much of it and you weren't as distracted as before. Who knew that studying with a partner made one more productive? Before you knew it, your physics assignments had been long turned in and the whiteboard next to you was littered with several practice problems.

Then, you heard a knock at the door. It opened slowly and another student stuck their head in.

"Hello! I have the room reserved for seven," he explains. You and Soobin check the time and, sure enough, it was 7:05.

"Sorry about that! I didn't realize how long we've been in here!" You quickly packed your things and you were both out in an instant, walking past the next group of students.

"So, same time next week?" Soobin asks as soon as you were out of the library. You turned to him.

"Sorry?" You didn't quite catch that.

"I mean, I'm free if you are, and I heard that electrodynamics is even harder than thermo so..." he trails off into a whistle.

"I should be available, yeah," you confirmed. "Same time next week, I'll see you then!"

"Get home safe! My apartment's over on that side," he points the opposite direction to you and you nodded, waving goodbye as he walked off.

Then came the next week, he was waiting in the same room and was already well set up, he had a wide smile on his face when you walked in. Then came the week after that, and that time you were the first to arrive. The week after that, you both met at a different room since someone beat you to your usual room. A week after that you both decided to try studying at a café and then subsequently decided to try studying at every café that was a reasonable distance from campus. Soon, your once-a-week study sessions became more frequent, partly because of your café endeavors, and another part being for finals. Needless to say, you and Soobin were basically making up for lost time spent wondering if the other should say 'hi' or not.

Then came that traumatizing time. Finals, forever the bane of your existence and the cause of your stress.

And in exactly one day you'd have to deal with the one you were dreading the most... physics.

"Come on, (Y/N)! I know you're on the verge of testing the gravitational laws yourself, but that's exactly why you need to come with me!" Somi exclaims.

"No way! You just want me to be your ride home, huh?" You pushed back on your rolled chair and crossed your arms.

"Not... not entirely true," she says quietly. "But you need to relax!" She groans and turns to your closet. She starts digging through the piles of clothes. "Geez, (Y/N), do you not have a single party outfit in here?" She covers her mouth in shock. "Hold on, I'll be back," she marches off and you sigh before turning back around to continue your review. The numbers started to mold together and shapes started to become nonsensical. Suddenly, two hands grabbed both of your shoulders, and you were wheeled off toward Somi's room across the hall with a loud yelp.

"Somi! I have to study!"

"That's nice, (Y/N)," she pushes you into her room and closes the door. "Clothes are on my bed! Yangyang! Bring over the tequila, we're pregaming," Somi announces.

"Huh?" Yangyang pulls his headphones off.

"Alcohol!" She repeats. Yangyang scrunches his eyebrows before pulling open the bottom desk drawer and pulling out the entire bottle.

"Why are we drinking?" Seungmin pokes his head into the hallway.

"We're all going to Yeonjun's party!" She announces.

"Who's we?!" Seungmin exclaims. "I have a twenty-page paper due tomorrow!"

"I'm playing ranked, hold on," Yangyang announces.

"Ugh, fuck, you're all clueless! Physics Guy is going to be there!" Somi shouts. Just as you'd finished putting on whatever Somi had laid out for you, you could've sworn you heard multiple things crash against the floor. You opened the door slowly and all three of your roommates stood in front of you.

"Yeonjun invited Soobin?! That asshole I knew he'd pull something like that!" You groaned.

"Yeah, yeah, now's your chance, (Y/N)," Somi insists.

"And I'm DDing," Seungmin says, handing you a shot glass. "Take it, you need it."

"No, it's fine-"

"Not to peer pressure you, (Y/N), but if I have to hear one more minute of you talking about Physics Guy I will lose my mind. Drink, confess, and, I don't know, get laid?" Yangyang exclaims.

"You're horrible," you shook your head but, after tapping your glass against Somi's, took the shot.

"That's how it's done! Let's go!" Somi laughs and runs behind the three of you, promptly pushing you out the door and, as you'd soon realize, straight to your demise.

As soon as the four of you had entered, you'd somehow each had a shot glass in hand. The party was already in full swing with Yeonjun nowhere to be seen and a sea of faces you'd never seen before. An attempt to put one glass down resulted in another appearing in your hand almost like magic. One shot became two, which became four, and you lost count at one point. The other two had run off somewhere, leaving you behind with Seungmin. Sure, you were definitely buzzed, but nowhere near drunk yet. But, now this was new, someone somehow blasted the AC in the whole house.

"Hey, pace yourself, (Y/N)," Seungmin slides a bottle of water towards you.

"I'm good, just getting a little dizzy," you muttered.

"Fuck, it's cold," Yangyang pushed past the both of you and disappeared into a room. But you had to agree with him, you were fucking freezing.

"Did Yangyang just walk into the stoner room?" You glanced around the room before grabbing the closest hoodie to you and pulling it on.

"Oh, hell, he's definitely out of it," Seungmin hid his face in his hands for a moment. He looks at you and his face grows even more concerned. "And where did you get that?"

"I just found it."

"You're all hopeless, okay, no more drinks for you, (Y/N). I'm going to go drag Yangyang out of there. Please don't do anything rash while I'm gone, okay?" And he was running after Yangyang before you could say anything else. You shoved your hands in the hoodie's pocket and fished out the phone inside of it. You tapped on the screen and the bright light nearly took you out. Whoever's phone this was, you had to admit you were jealous of their picture-taking skills, the sunset lock screen was pleasing to look at. Putting the phone away, you opted to wait patiently for Seungmin to return. The lights started to dance around you and whatever was on the playlist soon drowned under their own bass lines. The buzz you originally felt began to take it's toll on you, and you could feel your eyes growing heavier all the while your other senses started dulling. You couldn't hear your own thoughts so, slowly, you made your way toward what looked like a quieter hallway.

People pushed past you left and right. Couples rushed to rooms and the faint sound of someone throwing up had to have come from the bathroom next to you. Then, salvation. An open door beckoned you to enter, and so you did. You leaned back on the door to close it behind you and you let out a sigh of relief. The room was like a world separate from the party behind you.

You made your way to the chair over at the corner of the room, slumping down on it and holding your head between your hands. Then, you laughed to yourself. If you'd stayed back at the apartment today then you'd be in this exact position except sober. The door behind you opened suddenly and shut, but you couldn't be bothered to check yet.

"Hmm?" Someone hummed behind to you and curiosity got the better of you. You turned quickly, an action you immediately regretted when the walls started to bounce across your vision. But, even with the fuzz at the outlines of your sight, you could clearly see that it was Soobin who'd stumbled in. Talk about coincidence.

"Sorry, I didn't know someone claimed the room already," Soobin says. His hand tried to grasp at the door handle but, to no avail, he just slumped onto the ground instead. "Give me a couple of minutes and I'll leave, promise," his words slurred together.

"Soobin?" You stumbled his way to him, just barely pushing the chair of the desk back in and nearly tipping the whole thing over if anything. "Hey, the floor's cold, get up here," you offer a hand to him and he took it. You pulled Soobin up and, in a heavily miscalculated move, ended up falling on the bed while dragging him with you. "Oh! Sorry, I'm sorry!" You scrambled away from him, only stopping when your head collided with the headboard. "Ugh," you winced and your head fell against the pillow. You shut your eyes tightly while waiting for your head to stop spinning.

"Are you okay?" Soobin asks, his voice somewhat closer.

"Yeah, I'm..." You opened one eye and your breath caught in your throat. "Fine..." you couldn't breathe. Maybe it was the way the LED's lining the ceilings suddenly turned into a warm orange, maybe it was the way the heat increased between you, or maybe it was the way you'd just realized that the guy you'd been crushing on all semester was hovering just above you, but you could comfortably say that you felt some kind of excitement when you thought about what could happen next.

Leading you to now.

You looked down from the ceiling and he looked back at you. The look in his eyes was intense and his lips were pressed together. Then, suddenly, his glasses slipped off the bridge of his nose and landed against your face. And you smiled, and he smiled. A tired laugh came from him, and you couldn't help but laugh too. You pushed his glasses back on his face. Next thing you knew, he falls on you, nuzzling his face into your neck and wrapping his arms under your waist, pulling you off of the mattress slightly. His laughs were soft against you and your own head nuzzled against his.

"This is nice," you whispered.

"Hug-a-boo," he mumbles.

"What did you say?" It was a genuine question.

"I once read somewhere that hugs make everyone feel better," he says, his words muffled by the hoodie, but still understandable.

"I guess I feel a little better now," your head was still throbbing.

"That's good," he says. "Could I have my hoodie back? It's cold," he hugs you tighter.

"Oh, yeah, I didn't know it was yours," you sit up and Soobin sits in front of you. You grabbed the hem of the hoodie and, when you'd finally pulled it over your head, you and Soobin found yourselves deep into a drunk staring contest, one that you won. "I win!" You grinned.

"No fair, you're cheating," Soobin shakes his head while he hugs his hoodie to his chest.

"Cheating? How?"

"You're too... too..." his words trail off. "I'm too drunk to answer that," he waves his hands in front of you.

"No, no, not true. Now you have to tell me," you insisted.

"No, I can't, you'll laugh."

"I won't."

"You will."

"Try me," you gesture for him to continue. Still, he's silent. But you could see the gears turning in his head. Instead of answering, he leans down and hugs you again, his ear pressed against your chest and you were back on the pillow again.

"I can't say it when I look at you, I'll be too embarrassed, so I'll do this instead," he says. "I really really want to kiss you right now," he mumbles. Well that's one way to get you to start sobering up. "But, I can't do that," he shakes his head against you. "Because I won't remember it, and I want to remember it, every second of it," his words slow.

"Soobin." No answer. Instead, you heard his breathing start to even out. "Soobin?" Your hand moved up to his head and you pulled at the strands lightly. Soobin pulled away from you and you found yourself in the same position you'd found yourself in earlier.

You're drunk enough.

"Let's do it then," you nodded.

"But-"

"We're both drunk. We probably won't remember it tomorrow."

"I don't think-"

"We won't count it." Soobin is silent. Your hands reached up to hold his face and you lifted your head just enough to press your lips against his. That kiss was pretty one-sided actually. You pulled away just enough to look at the shocked look in his eyes. Or was it surprise? You couldn't tell. Before you could say anything more, Soobin pressed forward, pushing you back down on the bed, and kissed you. One hand moved up to the back of his neck and you pulled him closer toward you, meanwhile one of his hands caressed your face while the other supported him over you. He only stopped the kiss long enough for both of you to catch your breath before pulling his glasses off and kissing you again, this time a little messier than the last. You could still taste the alcohol on his lips as much as you could feel the warmth from his face against yours. You didn't know when you found the chance to take his shirt off but you realized how real this was getting when he pulled yours off between kisses.

Again, he pushed himself off of you, and the tension between you and him was nearly overbearing. Wordlessly, he pushed his hoodie against your chest. Then, he fell on the bedside next to you and pulled you into a hug. You felt your back press against his chest.

"Hug-a-boo!" He exclaims.

"Ah!" The sheer volume of it was enough to shock you. "Wait... oh I get it now! It's like peek-a-boo!"

"Mmhmm," he nods against your head. "Those don't count, okay?"

"Hm?"

"I told you already... I want to remember every part of our first," he yawns.

"Okay, me too," you agreed, yawning after that statement. You couldn't think of much else to say. Whatever you needed to explain was for the sober you of tomorrow to worry about. Instead, you turned around in Soobin's hold and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Hug-a-boo!" You smiled.

"Wah! You got me!" Soobin jumped slightly and he squeezed you too tightly for just a moment, causing you to laugh. You felt the low rumbles of his own laughter from his chest and you sighed, finally letting the tiredness catch up to you.

Bonus:

"So? What did you do when you woke up?" Yeonjun shakes the iced coffee in his hand.

"Well... we... uh..." you started drinking your caramel macchiato to avoid the question. Yeonjun rolled his eyes.

"Soobin?" He targets the boy next to you. Who whistles and looks out the window instead.

"Hopeless. Both of you. After all the work I put into getting you two together," Yeonjun obnoxiously drinks his coffee now.

"All you did was host a party," you shot back.

"All?!" Yeonjun was offended. "After risking my life prying a hoodie off of drunk Soobin, freezing my ass off blasting the AC, and leaving the party to control the mood lights, this is the thanks I get?" Yeonjun exclaims melodramatically.

"That was you?!" You and Soobin gasped.

"Of course it was!" Yeonjun exasperates. "Forget it, as long as you two are at least talking now." Yeonjun waves his hand and goes on his phone. Soobin squeezes your hand under the table, shooting you an unsure glance. You responded by squeezing his hand too, both yours and his smiles hidden by the lids of your coffees.

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softcabur · 1 year

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₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ INVISIBLE STRING: the mystery blonde

pairing: idol!soobin x reader

genre: fluff, crack, childhood-best friends to lovers, idiots in love

summary: you and soobin are the bestest friends in the entire world, you dare those in doubt to ask anyone (OK, maybe not anyone, just those who’ve signed the NDA). but in the wise words of olivia rodrigo, it’s brutal out here – and maybe even more so in the world of idols and their secret best friends who are desperately in love with them. but it’s cool, chill, neat and dandy, because for soobin, it’s all worth it. you’ll just have to fight the tides one mystery girl scandal a time.

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FUN FACTS!

the time stamps on the top don't mean anything, that's my phone. when they do, i'll put them on the text thread!!

soobin calls you sunny sometimes, because you used to wear a jacket with a big sun on the back when you guys met on the playground, and even dressed up as the sun the next halloween

wonwoo set his contact name on your phone (obviously)

YOUR FRIENDS AREN'T HATERS I PROMISE they're just worried about you :((((( (ok yunjin might be a LITTLE bit of a hater but she's your bestie ofc she is)

minji is a MOA!! she's living her dream vicariously through you

#fic: invisible string #soobin #choi soobin #soobin x reader #soobin x you #soobin x yn #soobin fluff #soobin smau #soobin fanfiction #tomorrow x together #txt #txt smau #txt fanfiction

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dewybae · 4 months

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texting bf!txt 'i want a baby'

pairing: txt x resder

warnings: babies? none i can think of

authors note: my first post yay, just for fun

yeonjun, soobin

beomgyu, taehyun

hueningkai

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bowlofsoob · 4 months

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ACCIDENTALLY TEXTING YOUR EX BFF

choi soobin x gender neutral reader

where you and soobin were once close friends until he confessed a year ago and you rejected him because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. after that he asked for some space and you guys haven’t spoken since. one late night you wallow in your pity and reread your old texts and accidentally send one.

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Truth was you didn’t have a meeting with any advisor, but you’d been up all night going through every scenario on how today would go. And most of them ended with Soobin hating your guts forever, so you made up a lie to delay seeing him.

The air was thick with a mix of anticipation and nostalgia as you made your way towards the cafe, the bell chiming and notifying your arrival. You immediately spotted a head of blonde hair in the corner booth, where Soobin was waiting for you. He was dumping way too many packets of sugar into his coffee and looked just as you remembered. Like home.

It had been a year since the both of you last spoke, a long twelve months filled with the echoes of a friendship. You, fueled by a sense of longing and the accidental press of a send button, had reignited a conversation that had been put on hold for far too long.

As you made your way towards him the atmosphere tightened as you started to feel the weight of unspoken words brewing inside you.

Soobin looked up at the sound of your footsteps and mustered a hesitant smile, a mixture of relief and uncertainty dancing in his eyes as you sat across from him.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice a careful blend of warmth and reservation. You had almost forgotten what he sounded like.

“Hi,” you said, returning the greeting as a nervous smile played on your lips. A sense of awkwardness hung between you two, an unspoken acknowledgement of your last conversation a year ago.

Soobin pushed a cup towards you, steam rising up from it as he placed some creamer beside it.

“I ordered for you, you still like it the same way right?” he asked.

“Yeah, you remembered,” you comment, looking up at him as you take a sip.

“How could I forget?” he laughed. A laugh you could recognize anywhere.

“It’s been a while,” you start, awkwardness still lingering between you both.

Soobin took a sip of his drink, his hands too big for the cup as he broke the silence.

“Yeah, it has,” he spoke, memories of a year ago still weighing on him. It was like a barrier that the both of you wanted to dismantle.

“You know, I’ve missed you,” you admitted, finally meeting Soobin’s eyes. The vulnerability laced in your voice was palpable, yearning for a connection that once was.

Soobin’s expression softened, a flicker of emotion crossing his face. He hesitated before nodding, “I’ve missed you too.”

There was a weight of unspoken words hanging between them and you could sense Soobin’s guarded heart, a reflection of the hurt you caused him a year ago.

After a few more awkward glances you finally navigated the delicate dance of a conversation with someone who once confessed their love to you.

Soobin told you about Yeonjun’s crush on Beomgyu and how he called it months ago. He showed you new photos of his pet hedgehog and how he shit in Yeonjun’s room. You learned about all the gossip he’s heard from the semester and the professors he’s grown to hate. As you both chatted about the past year you couldn’t shake the desire to address the lingering emotions. You knew Soobin wasn’t going to bring it up, leaving you guys standing at the edge of a confession that neither was brave enough to voice.

Soobin feels it too, the precipice you both are on.

He wants to jump.

“Bin, there’s something I want…no. I need to say,” you confess, earnest.

Soobin looked up from where he was in the middle of showing you photos from his summer trip, curiosity and caution wavering in his eyes.

“What is it?” he asked, shutting off his phone.

You forced yourself to take a deep breath and continued, “Back then, when you confessed your feelings, I was scared. Scared of losing our friendship if things didn’t work out. But over this year, I’ve realized I miss more than just our friendship.”

Soobin’s gaze on you intensified as he searched for the unsaid words.

“I missed you…because I have feelings for you too,” you confess, “Back then and I still do.”

Soobin’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and relief washing over his face as he set his mug down.

“Yn, I…,” Soobin swallowed, a hint of nervousness stopping him, “I never stopped liking you,” he admitted, his tone sincere. “And I wouldn’t let our feelings ruin what we have, I value our friendship too much to let it be overshadowed by my feelings. If you’re still willing, maybe we could figure this out together.”

As the weight of the confessions hung in the air you found yourself at a loss for words and could only dumbly nod back at him.

“I'd like that,” you managed to say.

Soobin’s gaze softened, a hint of remorse in his eyes. “Yn, I want to add something,” he begins, voice tinged with shame, “I’m sorry for asking for space and leaving you for a year. I regretted it everyday and it wasn’t fair to you, I could’ve dealt with it better.”

You met Soobin’s nervous gaze, the air heavy with unspoken forgiveness.

“I understand,” you reply, “How could I not? We both could’ve done better but let’s just move forward.”

“I'd like that,” Soobin smiled, “Can I sit next to you?”

You scoot over and let Soobin join you on your side of the booth. His body was pressed against yours in the small booth as he kept sending you glances. You were still in a state of disbelief as to how things worked out, fully expecting Soobin to laugh in your face at your confession.

Instead here he was, cheeks turning pink everytime you guys brushed shoulders.

“I know we’re in public but…I really wanna kiss you,” Soobin whispers, turning towards you.

“I’ve been wanting to for a whole year,” you whisper back.

Soobin holds back a smile and fails. He cradles your head, his hands swallowing you whole, and leans in to give you just a peck.

“Not enough?” he asks coyly as you pout.

Soobin surges towards you again, this time licking your mouth open and tasting your coffee flavored breath. You’re both the same amount of desperate and assertive, a year’s worth of lust fueled into one kiss.

Soobin catches your bottom lip between his teeth and swells them prettier.

He feels like home.

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cathyun · 1 year

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red string of fate

pairing: choi soobin x reader genre: soulmate au, angst, fluff wc: 1.3k warnings: few misunderstandings summary: you live in a world where soulmates existed. everyone is connected by an invisible string, it decides if that person is the one for you or not. the only moment you can see the string is when you've realized your feelings for the right person, your soulmate.

It's baffling to think that the red invisible string that is wrapped around your pinky finger ties you to your soulmate. This tale about soulmates has been passed down to everyone. Apparently, as soon as you were born, you were already connected to someone.

You never believed this, or at least you wouldn't have if you couldn't see it.

At the ripe age of 10, you saw your own string.

It was tangled everywhere. Around your bed, above your drawers, behind your art supplies, everywhere.

But what shook you the most, other than the part where you could spot the string, was who your string was attached to.

It was attached to Soobin, your childhood friend.

Overwhelmed with what you were seeing, you ran out of your room, leaving a confused Soobin along with the art supplies both of you were using before your outburst.

Now you're 17, no one knows that you could see these strings other than your parents. You never told anyone about it as well, specially Soobin. You were afraid of what he'll think once he knew you were the one he's supposed to spend his whole life with.

Even you had a hard time acting normal around him ever since you found out. But it made you come to realization why he made your heart beat so fast and how he immediately had you wrapped around his fingers as soon as you met.

Sitting beside him in the class you shared, you made small talks while writing down your assignment that was due today.

"I'm going to confess today."

His sudden words made you halt. The grip you had on your pen, loosening.

Oh.

Composing yourself, you spoke, "I... never knew you liked someone?" Your heart was cracking. Had you been too late to confess your feelings?

"Yeah. It was a really recent revelation, I feel stupid now, actually. My feelings were obvious all this time." He said with a smile. That lovesick smile.

It made your heart ache knowing he wasn't talking about you. "That's great, Bin. I hope it goes well for you." You smiled, trying to make it look as genuine as possible.

Soobin seems to get fooled by your act and smiles at you gratefully, "Thank you. I really hope it goes well, too."

You're happy for him, but you can't help feeling this way. Your soulmate could be in love with someone else. That is a thing that happens here, since not everyone could see these strings, they settle for what they have now other than going out of their way to try and find their soulmates.

You were one of the lucky ones that had their soulmates so close. Yet, it seems that you aren't as lucky as you thought. Time was running out. You're aware that if you don't move now, you will be stuck having to watch your soulmate, your Soobin, confess to someone that isn't you.

Admittedly, your timing is terrible. It seems as if you were always at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

As soon as class had ended, you went straight to the school gates to wait for Soobin. He never specified what time he planned to confess or who he was confessing to in general, so it came as a suprise to you when you saw him already standing near the school gates.

Your heart dropped.

There he was, holding a letter — a love letter. Standing in front of him was Kim Haneul, a famous girl from your school. You never would've guessed he liked her, but then again, when have you guessed correctly?

She seemed to be talking to him as he looked at the letter in his hands, conflict clouding his eyes.

You decided you want to save your heart before it breaks completely, moving away from the scene. While moving away, you can't help but feel the string on your pinky tugging you a little closer.

Your phone continuously vibrated on your pocket. A sigh went out of your mouth before you took out your phone. You prepared yourself for texts like, "They said yes!" or "It went well!", maybe even rambles from Soobin about a date they planned.

You tried not to think about it as you opened your phone. As expected, the suspect for the extreme amount of notification was none other than Soobin.

bin <3 : y/n i don't see you

bin <;3 : did you go home early?

bin <;3 : it's getting late. please respond i'm starting to worry

bin <3 : i asked our classmates if they saw you and they told me you're already home

bin <3 : i'm glad you're safe but is everything alright? i hope you know you can talk to me about anything

bin <3 : i was planning to say something to you today, but i guess i can reschedule. reply when you can :)

You felt your heart race at how worried he was. Fingers hovering over the screen, you came up with a response.

y/n ^__– : hey bin. i'm fine

y/n ^__– : sorry for making u worry and for not telling u in advance that i went home early

A response from him came almost immediately.

bin <3 : dw ! it's fine. i'm just glad you're safe

y/n ^__– : now that that's out of the way, how'd it go?

You braced yourself for his next statement, not liking the way your stomach was twisting.

bin <3 : ? what do you mean?

y/n ^__– : the confession?

bin <3 : oh right. well, i never got the chance to tell them

y/n ^__– : weren't u talking to her by the gate earlier?

bin <3 : um no? i couldn't tell them how i felt because they already left when i got to the gate

bin <3 : wait

bin <;3 : what did you mean by "talking to her by the gate" ??

y/n ^__– : weren't u confessing to haneul?

bin <3 : no, i was rejecting her bc i like someone else

You blinked. Then blinked again.

Oh.

Did you completely get the wrong idea?

y/n ^__– : so u don't like her...?

bin <3 : hm this won't do, i'm coming over. i'll text you when i'm outside

y/n ^__– : waut what

y/n ^__– : bin???

When he didn't reply for a few minutes, you knew he was already on his way to your house, to you. You tried to calm your beating heart. It was pacing so fast you think you'll vomit at this rate.

Your phone vibrated against your hand and you check the recent message.

bin <3 : i'm here, open up please

You got up from your bed, fixing your clothes and your unruly hair. Running out of your room and going straight to the door. You let out a sigh, preparing yourself for what's to come, before greeting the person on the other side.

As soon as you opened the door, Soobin was already there. Panting, trying to catch his breath. He stood straight when he noticed you by the doorway, sending a smile your way.

"Hi." He breathed out.

You smiled back, letting out the same exact words, "Hi." Getting lost in your own world, you snap out of it when you hear a "beep!" from a passing car.

Clearing your throat, you spoke, "What was it that you wanted to tell me so bad it couldn't wait until tomorrow?"

He looked at your eyes intently, before redirecting his eyes to your pinky. The same pinky where the red string is tied.

"Well...?" You asked, urging him to continue or at least say something. Instead of speaking, he looked at his own pinky, bringing it up.

The red string connecting you two feeling tighter against your finger. It took a moment until your eyes widen in realization.

He can see the strings.

When you turn to look at him with wide eyes, he was already looking at you, his own eyes filled with so much adoration. His fingers reached out to hold yours, now truly connecting both of you.

You felt a tingling sensation before the string disappeared completely. Leaving you just as bewildered when you first saw it appear.

The deep voice of the blonde in front of you snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Found you, soulmate."

note: if it seems rushed, it's bc it is rushed 😭 i wanted to post smtg before i get rly busy. hope u enjoyed reading !

#txt x reader #txt imagines #txt reactions #txt x yn #txt #choi soobin #soobin x reader #soobin x you #soobin x y/n #soobin #` tooth rotting fluff . . ♡#` angsty . . ✯⁠

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