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mixtapedoh · 1 year ago

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vernon as highschool crush pls for lonely boy 🧍‍♀️

vernon my bestie beloved bastard ♡ you really are requesting for the people, lindsay.

;༊ — lonely boy

pairing: hansol vernon chwe x gn!reader genre: fluff, high school au word count: ~3.3k warnings: language, mild threats among friends, a lack of originality (but perhaps ameliorated by an understanding of the conventions of trope?)

olive's notes: firstly, hahaha.......... pretend like this wasn't something you sent me actual months ago.... and pretend like i gave the prompt the justice it deserves....... shhhhhh, i answer things in a timely manner and can still be considered a tumblr writer. secondly, this is quite glaringly based off of and colored by my memories of high school, so expect United States education system nonsense <3.

☄. *. ⋆ hansol vernon chwe x high school crush.

— the hardest thing about crushing on this fucker is that he's everywhere

simultaneously the biggest cryptid in the whole student body (if you had a nickel for every time your journalism teacher asked: "has anyone seen hansol this week?" to absolute crickets you'd be able to pay for at least 2 years of college) and also the most social person to ever grace your high school halls, hansol was everywhere all at once, and contradictorily, nowhere when you sought him out.

you wanted to avoid seeing him because of something embarrassing you were sure he had noticed? bam. right there beside you, sitting on the same row of auditorium seats for the assembly.

you wanted to catch a glimpse of him while the both of you were assigned to photograph the basketball game? viola. gone, nowhere to be seen; and yet your friend will tell you later that he was there the whole time, snapping the best photos of boo seungkwan's legendary 3-pointers (which you certainly hadn't missed, so where had he been??).

— yes, having a crush on hansol vernon chwe was exhausting. there was no way to save face — trust hansol to be there at your worst hours (like that chemistry presentation where the color palette you used for your PowerPoint was too light for the old projector screen to show properly, and so you half of your graphics were unreadable, inspiring your professor to dock 10 points, despite that fact that when you pulled it up on a computer screen - or any other device that wasn't an old ass projector at least 15 years out of date - the graphics were just fine and the detail above required). it didn't matter the specifics of the occasion, it was simple fact you'd always somehow manage, in your darkest moment, to look out and see hansol — always a kind smile, with something encouraging in his eye, despite, but still horribly, embarrassingly, and irrevocably present.

— and then, as it if weren't bad enough, hansol vernon chwe had the absolute gall to be unbothered, unfazed, unable to be rattled or shaken in any way, by comparison.

oh sure, you'd seen him cringe before at him friend's (mostly kwon soonyoung's) antics; you were familiar with the way vernon expressed any and all emotion with the whole of him — his every muscle tensing and twisting in a way so visceral and real, you could feel embarrassed, too, by just looking at him — but the envy was this: it was never at his expense that such feelings would arise. vernon was never embarrassed because of something he did or caused or felt. his life was far too chill and unbothered for that. others could be embarrassing around him, but all of his actions flowed so smoothly — rolled over the shoulders of everyone else.

the closest he'd ever get was doing something explicitly stupid just for the enjoyment of others. but, the catch was this: they enjoyed it !!!! it was funny and not cringe worthy !!!!! the net effect was positive.

it was infuriating. sometimes you weren't sure if you wanted to kiss hansol or strangle him with your bare hands.

— but let's take things back to journalism.

— because of course he took journalism.

not exactly the most exalted of the journalism students or anything, hansol was mostly known for his opinion piece articles and, of course, availability and willingness to go to any school event to take pictures and help fill in the blanks of the article anyone was writing.

he had friends in any and all school functions and events. from sports to musicals, science fairs to choir recitals, you could say, "is anyone going to this very obscure and random FBLA presentation?" or "did you know that the coding club is going to be attending an event at another high school this saturday?" and hansol would immediately perk up, pull out one of his headphones and go, "yeah, i'm gonna check it out. did you need a ride?"

— and it was because of that — his being everywhere, inescapable and offhandedly thoughtful, open and so easily warm — that these pesky feelings even started, in the first place.

— just when it happened is perhaps inconsequential (in all actuality, it likely started before your journalism daily exposure, just slowly, more of an itch at the back of your mind than the brash insistence it was, now) but it was definitely the fault of journalism. maybe that band and orchestra festival in 11th grade where you went with hansol to do a write up on all the high schools attending (placing undue emphasis on your high school's multi-talented band leader, lee jihoon, who could play half the instruments in the room), or maybe that series of debate tournaments you both covered in 11th grade, or when the two of you took over the baseball column that same year and when the heatwave spiked early, vernon would attend each game in sleeveless tops, always with an extra ball cap in tow since you would (conveniently, perhaps?) forget one of your own and the sun made it impossible to see what was happening, beyond.

yes, just when it hit was neither here nor there, because at the end of the day, the problem remained: you were hopelessly down bad for one hansol vernon chwe. fuck.

— and you couldn't escape him if you tried.

and trust me, at one point, try, you had.

— after all, at the beginning of your senior year, you somehow ended up being in the same spanish class as him and his friend joshua, and after a whole year (and subsequent summer break, when your journalism teacher found an opportunity to have a section of the city newspaper be dedicated to "the youth of journalism," and weekly, your journalism club was able to publish in the city newspaper) of crushing on hansol with a vehemence perhaps concerning, you knew you couldn't handle having to have embarrassing debates, conversations, and role play scenarios with him.

in perhaps two weeks you were in the counselor's office, exploring alternate class blocks. in the end, you were stuck in a ceramics course instead of your preferred electives, but at least when the unit on "la familia, el amor y todo lo interpersonal" came up, you were role playing as a couple alongside jeon jungkook, who couldn't stop making you wheeze with laughter from his overextention of the r at every available chance, rather than your crush, hansol.

(all it would have taken was one "te extraño" from hansol through your fake hand phones to absolutely floor you. someone call the school nurse, you're fallen and perhaps can never get back up again.)

— so you avoided him there, and even before that, during your junior year, you had mostly eaten off campus on your second schedule days when you and hansol had the same lunch hour and the risk of running into him at a time potentially embarrassing was at an all time high, seeing as nowhere was safe — the social butterfly he was, hansol managed to have business in every hallway of the school. not a single area was risk free.

yeah, junior year really had just been a mess of emotions you hadn't wanted to name, and so instead, elected to pointedly ignore. you were glad to say that while spending your hard earned money to eat out 2-3 times a week was a bit of a low, you had solidly moved out of that phase of your life by spring that year, and could stomach the risk of Being Seen by someone who had captured your attention so strongly.

and yeah, even though you had a bit of a backslide when changing spanish classes senior year (which could be chalked up to self-preservation, truly), you had solidly moved past that whole Avoidance Stage of your Crippling Crush on One Hansol Vernon Chwe.

— so hansol couldn't be avoided. that much was abundantly clear. and you had to interact with him in journalism and (god willing) be normal while doing so, and luckily, while all that exposure didn't exactly desensitize you to his overwhelming charm, admirable confidence, infectious smile, endearing jokes, comfortable aura, and oh so beautiful eyes, it had forced you to just,,,,,,, accept some things.

— accept that you had a raging crush on hansol, but that it could be managed... so long as none of your mutual friends found out.

— you were pretty sure that wonwoo knew, but at least he was ✨subtle✨ and generally checked out of things like that. genuinely, he could not care less, and so he made it no one's problem. you could probably tell him your most rancid, vulgar thoughts, and he would just file it away in his mind as: "nasty shit i can never unhear" and go about his day. compare that to your other mutual acquaintance, seungkwan, and well...

— but for the most part, it seemed that senior year was inching away, another year with a crush on hansol, and another year where you didn't say a damn thing and refused to leave anything close to a hint for him to pick up on.

— but mercy didn't exactly exist for you, now did it.

— the horrible series of Epic Fumblings and Incriminating Moments began in october, when hansol and joshua decided to make a podcast to convince the school that an AV club could be a fun addition to the roster of School Sanctioned Clubs (an idea they really should have had back in august — you know, when clubs were first getting registered and students were accosted in the hallways with club information slapped on astrobrights with strong ~graphic design is my passion~ presentation)

they had needed someone tech savvy enough to get them the podcast equipment and teach them how to use it (and just,,, do all the technical aspects for them 🥺👉👈 pwetty pwease 🥺👉👈 we're just silly boys who want to talk about random shit but are trying to pass it off as being Constructive in Some Sense so that it looks good on college applications) and so obviously their search had sent them in the way of wonwoo, who only seemed to have free time on the exact day and time you two would joint study for your college level government and politics course.

so of course he asked if the two of you could move your study sessions to a different location (he swore he could multitask? okay overacheiver) so that he could both study with you and help the stupidly handsome hansol and joshua with their brilliant podcast idea.

and of course, you'd forget the first time and wonwoo would conveniently not answer his texts for 20 minutes, allowing for the most embarrassing stage of him finally picking up his phone (on speaker?) to you yelling "jeon wonwoo, i will personally castrate you and throw it in the ocean so you can be eaten alive by the creatures birthed from the subsequent sea foam if you don't come to the library to study right now. i have been waiting for 20. minutes. where are you?" and hansol and joshua would hear you. and have the gall to laugh.

and of course wonwoo wouldn't even give you the grace of not having to show up to his house (your new study location) to study for the day. in fact, hansol gave him the brilliant idea of threatening to train an eagle to peck at your liver daily - not eating it fully, just put in it's beak and twist the flesh. since you can't grow another liver overnight, of course. don't you just love mythological punishment.

(and that wouldn't be the end of the embarrassing podcast adventures, either. the time shua cajoled you into being a special guest????? truly, you dodged a bullet not being in spanish with that fool. he's impossible to refuse and the worst of it was that he knew it.)

— or what about the december gift exchange in journalism?? that was certainly not your finest moment, trying to get chaewon to change names with you so that you could gift something to hansol (something lady luck had never granted you despite all the blood, sweat, and tears you sunk into this journalism group of yours), and he heard you, mid-conversation.

seungkwan had told you hansol had been talking about it later, and you quite literally saw him connect the dots in slow-motion as he recounted the story. "y/n, do you have a crush on hansol????" it would have been bad enough that he practically yelled the accusation in the stands of the football field, but then he had the gall to triumphantly gasp and break into hysterical laughter upon your clear embarrassment at being caught. it was during lunch! you're shared lunch break with hansol! who knew where that fucker was! he probably saw the whole exchange!

(in the end, chaewon didn't change names with you (she traded with some other journalism traitor so she could gift to sakura) and even though hansol didn't have your name, he got you something regardless, saying it was thanks for putting up with he and shua stealing wonwoo during your (once peaceful) study sessions. you had decided against getting him a gift regardless, and so you had to awkwardly seek him out during winter break to shove a poorly wrapped box in his hands, with a mumbled apology for your tardiness in gifting, something he pushed away cooly, as expected (but were those red ears of his from just the cold, alone?).)

— and then, well, once everyone came back from winter break and seungkwan knew of your crush on hansol... school became less a Place of Learning and more a Viscous Time Loop of Shutting Seungkwan Up Before He Spilled The Beans.

kicking him under the table. threatening his livelihood. slapping a hand over his mouth on one occasion because seungkwan couldn't take a joke and his retaliation of choice was calling over hansol right there and then and forcing you both to awkwardly sit in the bitter soup of Revelation.

— and then there was february. oh, february. how easy it is to loathe february.

— it was already hard enough getting through the embarrassment of valentine's day themed fundraising — every year, your literature teacher (who oversaw the student body officers — that first exposure to the cruel reality of rigged elections, a popularity win if there ever was one) offered extra credit for students who volunteered time to help the sbo's with their silly little business venture of "roses for $3, sugar cookies with shocking pink frosting for $2, heart suckers for $1, sonnets written by the creative writing and theatre kids for $7.

every year you volunteered for some reason or another - maybe your grade needed it, maybe you were doing sbo president seungcheol a favor because no one signed up, maybe you were following the stupid advice of seokmin and were doing it for the plot (code for: please don't leave me alone at the stand, i will buy you all the sugar cookies you'd like, just don't consign me to spending my lunch break in this particular layer of hell in solitude). this year was no different in you signing up to do time, but seungkwan sure was different, asking you every day if you managed to see if vernon sent anyone something (he had — soonyoung had convinced him to pitch in to send jihoon 16 sonnets, to be read aloud in the middle of class). if he had sent you something (he hadn't).

but when you got an anonymous rose sent to your 2nd class of the day, with a cryptic note attached, your friends wouldn't let you live it down all week. (who had sent it, though? they would have had to be very strategic as to when they placed the order — you had certainly never seen one for yourself in your daily exchange of goods, and seokmin was suspiciously tight lipped about the whole thing (very uncharacteristic of him — who had the ability to buy dk's silence, and better yet, how had they done it???)).

— yes, valentine's day was bad enough. but to add to the mix was always hansol's birthday. last year you'd gotten him a gift since you had worked quite a lot together during that month, and it just felt... normal. comfortable. something kind to do that wasn't weird in anyway. but these days, facing hansol was almost as embarrassing as it had been during junior year when you avoided the mere sight of him like seeing him smile would end in you contracting the plague.

as the day inched ever closer, you were seriously considering missing the day entirely. taking the day off. pretending to be sick. but that wouldn't get you out of seeing him the day after. and the day after that.

perhaps fleeing the country would be a totally normal reaction and solid plan.

— and then joshua invited you to hansol's surprise birthday party.

well. at least that cleared up whether you should get him a gift or not.

— to say that, at that moment and for the subsequent days afterward, were overthinking the whole thing would be to extremely understate reality.

you were about to pop a blood vessel over this shit.

wonwoo was invited, too (how charitable of them. making sure there'd be someone there to scrape you off the floor when you inevitably discovered the power of self combustion) and it was rather comical to see the two of you: cool and calm wonwoo, and you with the internal dialogue of WHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHA

all holding a cute little gift between you.

— and the surprise birthday party really was a Legitimate, 5-Star, Genuine Quality, Surprise Bona Fide™ - a success by all measures. a shock in more ways than one: a surprise for hansol who had no idea the party was happening in the first place, getting called over for what he expected was a casual videogame night; a surprise for lee chan, somehow, when he saw that shua got you to come 15 minutes before show time to help blow up balloons - a shock so big he started to say something with a wild grin and was immediately dogpiled by mingyu, junhui, and hoshi; a surprise for all the friends amassed when you proved to be quite adept at party games like their incredibly convoluted version of mafia; and a surprise for you, later that night, when hansol offered to take you home

— the two you decided to stop at an empty playground before parting ways and see who could jump farther off of the swings. he won by a wide margin, but you had the skinned knees to prove your effort and the memory of hansol laughing so hard he could barely breathe — his smile so wide it could've filled you completely, banish any longing from your chest for a moment of unique closeness and bliss — and perhaps that was a consolation prize, enough.

but then you and hansol were on the swings again, seeing who could tighten the swing chain the most and spin the longest, and between the motion blur, you heard hansol admit defeat and when the swing stopped, his face was all too close to yours to shrug off as friendly, and his hands were holding the swing chain on either side, and when he spoke soft and low to crown you the victor, you kissed him.

and the biggest surprise of the night was when he kissed you back.

☄. *. ⋆

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kirikiristar · 24 days ago

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I Don't Understand But I Love You

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung × Lee Jihoon

Trope: Homophobic bestfriend is actually just gay

Warning: referenced homophobia, not beta read

Chapters: 1 + extra

Total Word Count: 14.7k

Synopsis:

Jihoon gets all bothered by his roommate suddenly deciding to show up with remnants of his night.

He shouldn't be bothered. He really shouldn't. But...

Author's note:

This is my first time writing a fic and I'm honestly so nervous since this one is pretty long >w<

I plan on writing a sequel to this going more into Myungho's plotline with Vernon if this does well and I hope it doesss

I do recommend listening to instrumentals from My Dearest and My Liberation Notes (both K-dramas) during the kiss scenes as they really did help me get into the mood.

Honestly don't know what else to say,,,

please enjoyy :D

—

Chapter 1

Running into him the first time was a coincidence - nothing Jihoon wanted to see and nothing Soonyoung meant to show.

At 5 am on a Sunday Jihoon heard the front door rattling slightly against the keys, tilting his head back to watch the man shuffle around, and the multiple layers of clothing he had on slowly being discarded off. Jihoon almost thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, maybe the multiple all-nighters finally hit him someplace deep. He did a dramatic double-take to scan Soonyoung's neck littered with reddish-purple marks and bruises, the latter still not having noticed him.

He knew what the marks - hickeys - implied, but decided to ask anyway,

"Uh, your neck- uhm are you- you're good right?" Outstanding delivery, multiple points to Lee Jihoon.

Soonyoung flinched a bit at the unexpected sound before tripping on one of his discarded shoes and almost falling face flat. "Oh, uh, is it that bad? I mean, he did let me know beforehand, but-"

Jihoon didn't really register much of anything after that. 'He' was clearly the word that came out of Soonyoung's mouth.

When did Soonyoung start liking guys? Who was this guy? Why hadn’t Jihoon heard about this sooner? They were best friends, after all. He deserved to know.

"- Jihoon-ah, are you listening?" Soonyoung snapped him out of his spiralling thoughts with a slow hand brushing his dishevelled hair back.

"I didn't know you were seeing someone..." Jihoon whispered, mostly to himself but clearly loud enough for soonyoung to catch on to. "Oh, uh- I'm not actually. We're not anything, I'm probably never meeting this man again," his words flowing out with nonchalance as if he wasn't dropping bombshells of his sexual escapades onto Jihoon.

"Cool", Jihoon finally replied, shifting around on the kitchen island where his impromptu art station was set up.

He fiddled around with his brushes, causing soonyoung to look up from his hands onto the canvas. "You got a lot done, huh? Did you get some sleep? Had something real instead of instant coffee?" Jihoon signalled to the wet paint on his palette and the coffee mug with multiple rings near the rim, indicating the multiple refills the mug had been subjected to. "Take a guess"

Soonyoung snorted silently, a tire to his voice, "well I sure do need some sleep" he said throwing his head back and letting the joints at the base of his neck pop with a satisfying crack. He's now making his way towards his room slowly mumbling to himself "I've been up all night.." jihoon finds himself cringing at those words, against his better judgement.

"...right", he sighs before saturating his brush with the paint on his palette.

Jihoon really did not like where this was going.

—*** —

Soonyoung and Jihoon almost never crossed paths during the week, thanks to Jihoon's demanding student life and Soonyoung's endless part-time jobs.

And so, with Soonyoung now regularly indulging in one-night stands with customers from the bar he worked at, a new pattern began forming between the two. Soonyoung always bought him a meal-or a semblance of it-and Jihoon always made sure an extra cup of coffee was ready for him.

Jihoon never judged him outwardly, nor did he pass unwarranted comments (not like he ever does) but his body language gave away more than he intended to with the way he tensed up and got all rigid every time Soonyoung mentioned any of the guys he had slept with

So Soonyoung had learned not to push him too much, he was grateful enough for the fact that he wasn't being shooed away at first glance, given the fact that the person in front of him was the most antisocial person he had ever seen.

— *** —

The real nail in the head that sent Jihoon spiralling was when Soonyoung brought a guy home for the first time.

It was a night Jihoon had decided to gift himself a few hours of sleep before a jury presentation at the university and a staggering zombie wouldn't have made for the best first impression.

So at 10 that night he had popped a sleeping pill and dropped dead.

A well-calculated dose almost guaranteed that he would be up by 10 am the next day, a comfortable 12 hours of sleep that allowed for enough room to prepare for the 2 pm jury. Or at least that was how it was supposed to go.

He wakes up at eight instead - disappointing - he's slept all wrong and now his body is sore - irritating - the clothes that were supposed to be dry by now to be dropped off at the dry cleaners were still damp - simply devastating - and then he hears it.

Soft humming from outside the door. By a voice he didn't recognise.

He quickly grabbed an Exacto knife and hid it under the sleeve of his hoodie before slowly opening his door in tense anticipation.

"Jihoon?" The man on the sofa asked. Hair dyed a soft peachy pink, multiple piercings dotting his ears, and a teacup in his hand, the man sat with a leg over the other. He was dressed in a shirt at least 3 times over his size and hopefully, a pair of boxers - jihoon wouldn't dare think otherwise.

Looking way too comfortable in the space for someone who never met Jihoon before

Jihoon didn't reply.

He couldn't.

The gears in his head were already turning, putting pieces together. What could he have said anyway - 'Yes, hello, this is me - Soonyoung’s homophobic best friend who's currently extremely uncomfortable in your presence and wishes you would leave now'

"Is that not you?" The man asks, tilting his head slightly and sipping his tea.

Needless to say, Jihoon wasn't the most polite during this interaction either.

"Aren't you supposed to leave when you're done?" He mumbled under his breath, putting down the knife on the kitchen island.

The man looked to the side to hide his laughter. Well, an attempt was made.

"I'm Myungho, by the way. Figured you'd want to know," he paused for a second,

"Or not"

"Soonyoung's out. Said he wanted to make me breakfast before I left…" he turned his head, sight returning to its place out the window.

Jihoon grumbles a bit under his breath, and then he hears the door pin being entered, the familiar rhythm indicative of Soonyoung.

He raises his eyebrows and nods his head towards Myungho as a greeting and then turns to walk towards the kitchen, where Jihoon's getting started on 2 cups of coffee.

Like clockwork, he's carding his fingers through the other's hair, tucking strays behind his ear and smoothing the cowlick that seems to have formed in his sleep.

"You should've slept a bit longer... I wanted breakfast to be ready for you when you woke up "

To this, Jihoon unknowingly looks back at Myungho, only to find him grinning back at him.

What's this guy's deal? Jihoon thinks.

The entire conversation is had facing away from Soonyoung. Jihoon really doesn't want to make it that obvious,

"I definitely would not be up of my own will, not at this ungodly hour" he huffs out.

He hears Myungho step around him towards the sink. "Half the world is probably up right now" he says turning behind to glance at Jihoon.

"Half of them probably never slept, to begin with"

He's been stirring the coffee for way too long now.

Myungho chuckles and walks over to soonyoung placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll take you up on the breakfast some other day, gotta get going now.

I'll see you soon" he says before heading back to Soonyoung's room.

"You're so dramatic. I'll see you tomorrow anyway!" He laughs and Myungho simply shrugs.

Then he's facing Jihoon, standing there in awkward silence.

"I took half the day off to help you with your jury prep" he bends down slightly and puts his face into Jihoon's line of sight.

He's beaming.

Jihoon lets out a low laugh and looks at soonyoung for the first time since he's come home.

"You proud of me or what?" He says. Half-baked seriousness to his gloating.

"Sure if that makes you work faster. I'm starving "

He's grinning now, sliding the cup over to soonyoung and pushing him towards his bag of groceries.

— *** —

Myungho leaves a while later and Soonyoung's left to explain the situation the best he can.

"Well, when was the last time you checked your phone?" He asked instead.

Jihoon raises an eyebrow. "10 pm last night probably. I took a pill and killed myself after that"

Soonyoung scrunches his nose at his choice of words but continues "Right well, I'm sorry for bringing someone over without making sure you were informed"

Jihoon nods, internally grateful for the consideration of thought.

"I thought you said you don't see the same people twice," he says, referencing their earlier conversation.

Soonyoung's fingers return to his hair, arranging strands aesthetically to his liking.

"Uh, Myungho's a friend from school, I kinda see him every day and I can't just-" he jerks his hand open with a **poof** sound.

"You're fine, you don't need to justify anything. I'm just curious as to how this plays out generally"

Jihoon lies.

On the other hand, was Jihoon’s pickiness just another outlet for his homophobic thoughts to seep out?

Jihoon hated himself for it. He hated seeing Soonyoung with a guy and he hated the way they left marks on him.

He hated the fact that he had to be the one to see all of it at the end of the day.

Unfortunately, there were tasks more pressing at hand that warranted Jihoon’s attention.

— *** —

True to his word, Soonyoung helped around for the duration of his leave, going as far as to drop him to the university.

And when the crushing weight of the jury had been lifted off of his shoulders, Jihoon decided to go pay his therapist-his best friend-a- visit.

He shoots him a quick text before he barges into his apartment.

"Am I homophobic?" He nearly wails.

"...good evening to you too"

Seungcheol replies.

"People usually text before dropping by, by the way," he says with an annoyed undertone.

"Check your phone I did"

"1 minute ago when you were probably standing outside my door jackass"

Guilty.

"Anyways, what are you on about"

Seungcheol says clearing the bed for Jihoon.

"I think I'm homophobic and I hate myself for it," he says again, minus the dramatics.

"well okay genius, but I need context if you want me to do something about it" Seungcheol shoots back.

Jihoon groans and lands face-first on the bed, ignoring seungcheol's accusations about his hygiene.

"A, Uhm, a friend of mine is into guys and I can't say I'm healthily dealing with the revelation"

"Soonyoung right?"

Jihoon whips his head back to face Seungcheol with wide eyes. "How-"

"So, what—did you meet his boyfriend or something? That made you feel weird? Like you didn't want him around?" he continues

Jihoon's jaw is on the floor by this point. But he has a mind enough to correct him, "Not his boyfriend" he says jabbing a finger in his general direction.

"maybe look a little less happy next time you say that" he huffs.

Jihoon goes a little red at that, like he's been caught.

"I did not," he says snarkily.

"Yah- Lee Jihoon, are you dumb or just dense?"

Jihoon stares back at him with a defensive expression prodding him to explain further. "...what"

Seungcheol sighs and leans back in his chair to prop his legs up on the coffee table of his one-room apartment. "do you feel disgusted when you look at Soonyoung?"

Jihoon's face contorts into something that spells 'offence taken'

"Of course not! now you're being homophobic. He just likes guys-" he stops himself mid-sentence and stares blankly at Seungcheol.

Seungcheol stares back at him smiling slightly with a raised eyebrow. "that answers your questions I hope"

"But that doesn't help anything.." He trails off. "why am I being like this then?"

Another groan from Seungcheol.

"Alright mister, let's go step by step" Jihoon nods enthusiastically.

"he's not disgusting"

"no"

"him liking guys isn't an issue"

"Right"

"he's never brought guys over"

"...yes"

"but he did yesterday, and that set you off"

"uh, yes? I think?"

"so the possibility of him actually dating someone instead of just, I don't know, fucking around is the problem"

"Perhaps,"

Jihoon is smart. Smart, but dense. also stupid. and so he slowly figures it out.

"So you like him"

"I like him"

"God, I'm gay, not homophobic"

Seungcheol sounds a party popper going off, "Congrats"

— *** —

He ignores his newly discovered feelings for a good while. The facade of a good friend is steadily maintained and soon Jihoon is set to be stationed at Jeju-do for a site study.

he's sprawled out on the couch listlessly watching a video about the cultural hot spots in Jeju-do zoning out every once in a while when the video gets too factual.

"Oh~ Jihoon-ie, what're you doing?" Soonyoung says, holding up Jihoon's head to slide his thigh under. Jihoon's heart almost combusts and he hopes his face isn't too red.

Soonyoung's been less bruised recently and has been home more than before. Jihoon is staring at him, and the video is now aimlessly playing in the background. His hand instinctively reaches up to rub at one of the fading marks on his jaw. He pulls back just as suddenly.

Soonyoung doesn't react. his jaw clenches slightly for a second before he clears his throat.

"I quit my bartending job, a tutoring gig one of my seniors suggested pays more. And it's only like 3 hours on the weekends surprisingly"

Jihoon hums thoughtfully. "That's great," he says, because he now gets more time with soonyoung outside of school and he's also not around drunk horny men all night.

"I'm going to Jeju during the break... it's for a site visit from the uni" he says.

"you booked a hotel yet?"

"not yet, I was planning on looking around in the next few days"

"I've got a friend in Jeju who's been asking me to come over for ages, if you want it, I could give you his number and you could hit him up" soonyoung says.

"You can't come along?" Jihoon asks, his tone on the edge of a whine.

Soonyoung's hand in Jihoon's hair stalls and he laughs, a slight flush to his face. "Why? you want me there?"

if his face wasn't beet red then, it definitely is now. "what the fuck, Kwon Soonyoung.." he sputters under his hand covering his face.

Soonyoung's hand drops down on Jihoon's stomach and he pats him a few times for good measure. "I'll come along if you want me to. there's no reason why I won't want to see Seungkwan again either"

"Seungkwan?"

"The friend"

"ah, okay."

Later that day, an obligatory text finds its way into Seungcheol’s phone.

— *** —

Jihoon counts the days down with excitement. His heart starts beating out his heart and his face gets flushed every time he imagines it.

"Keep your imagination in control Jihoon" Seungcheol laughs lowly.

"I don't think art history should be making your ears go red"

Jihoon shoots him a glare and covers his ears. "Shut up"

on the day of departure, Jihoon packs the last of his supplies into his overhead luggage and pulls his beanie down low. He's never fared well with the plane's dusty, musty air.

"Are you all done Jihoon-ah?" Soonyoung asks from the living room where he's tagging up the last of their luggage.

"Yeah I just need a minute I can't find-"

"I've got your headphones and your power bank with me" Soonyoung calls out.

"Thanks," Jihoon says as he shuffles out with his hands extended.

He was suddenly painfully aware of the domesticity between them that was blissfully ignored earlier. The subtle intricacies of their involvement in each other's lives that were otherwise taken for granted under the guise of friendship.. and now, Jihoon could ignore it no more.

"I'm sorry let's go"

His headphones sit snug around his neck, possibly the only semblance of warmth he's getting with the way he's dressed in an oversized tee and knee-length shorts.

Soonyoung on the other hand, gets cold easily and prefers hoodies and sweatpants instead.

— *** —

They're mostly silent till they board, working wordlessly together in perfect harmony, years of silent cues and unspoken signals allowing for the smooth completion of pre-boarding procedures.

"Oh, Hyung here! I see you. Look for the orange sweater that's me,” Seungkwan spoke across the line.

Soonyoung whips his head around a million times before Jihoon grabs his sleeve and pulls him in Seungkwan's direction. "He's there dumbass, where are you even looking? " he laughs.

The weather in Jeju-do is perfect. The sky is clear and the air is fresh. If they weren't excited already, they sure are now.

"This is Jihoon, the friend I told you about," he nods to Jihoon, "and that's Seungkwan"

Seungkwan holds his hand out and smiles brightly "Hi! I'm Seungkwan, it's really nice to finally meet you. Hyung told me a lot about you Jihoon-ssi"

"Only good things I hope" he laughs and directs a side-eye towards Soonyoung, to which he only shrugs. That asshole.

"Also you don't have to be so formal, you can call me Hyung, or Jihoon if that's more comfortable”

"Well then hyung, let's get going"

— *** —

Seungkwan drives them to their residence for the week while they catch up along the way.

"We're here hyung! This used to be my grandma's house but she lives with my sister now because of her health conditions"

And the house is gorgeous.

Deep navy tiles slope off of the roof with windchimes facing the veranda, a winding cobbled walkway leading up to the front gate, ornamental bonsai that have been neatly trimmed and maintained and the multiple trees that dot the periphery of the complex.

"Are you the one maintaining the place Seungkwan-ah?" Jihoon asks awestruck as he walks around examining the bonsai collection.

"Yes I am, I can't say I'm very regular with the upkeep but it's a great way to unwind once in a while... plus it always makes my grandma happy when she sees that her plants are safe with me" he smiles.

He begins placing the bags and suitcases inside one of the rooms while Soonyoung joins Jihoon in his field trip around the house.

"Jihoon-ie hyung! What time do you need to leave for the site visit? Me and Hoshi Hyung will go get the groceries for the barbecue an hour before you get back then" Seungkwan calls out from inside the house.

'Hoshi', he's heard of the nickname before, but it's mostly just used by his childhood friends. Some reference to his teenage phase of being obsessed with tigers. It's cute regardless, so Jihoon doesn't complain.

He doesn't really have a set schedule he's meant to follow. But the sooner he leaves, the better the lighting and the more time he gets.

He should probably leave after lunch.

"I'll be back by 7" he shouts back, his voice dragging at the ends, reconsidering the numbers he's giving. "Yep 7" he confirms.

"Wow, that late? Are you going back to Seoul or something?" Soonyoung scoffs beside him.

"Oh, shut up you can't even draw a person without giving him rickets"

Soonyoung gasps and shoves Jihoon lightly, just enough to tip him off balance. "Jerk"

"Yes you too" but well, he doesn't really mean it.

In fact, his heart has been performing somersaults in his chest ever since he found out that Seungkwan won't be staying with them.

He's been imagining all sorts of scenarios and after being a 'good friend' and keeping his feelings at bay for god knows how long, he just wants Soonyoung to notice him. To think of him as anything but a brotherly figure and give him the hypothetical chance he needs.

— *** —

Soonyoung and Seungkwan spent the day visiting places from their childhood - the mart that they frequented after school, the road that sloped downhill and was their idea of a makeshift stunt ramp, the cat cafe that fostered Soonyoung's favourite Bengal kitten (he cried after she got adopted), and the tangerine farm that Seungkwan's parents ran. It was nostalgic and wholesome and Soonyoung lived to see how well Seungkwan had grown up.

He had decided to start working earlier than the others and was simultaneously juggling his degree with his career, which Soonyoung honestly respected. Seungkwan had saved up enough to not only rent a flat with his roommate Jeonghan but also to buy a car to save on travel expenses. All this without the financial support of his parents.

"so Seungkwann-ie, are you seeing anyone nowadays? how's the dating life?" Soonyoung asks him as they're on their way back home.

"Hyung, I'm literally married to my work. How can you even ask me that?" he replies with a scandalised gasp.

Soonyoung snorts and clears his throat "Well then, tell your work I said hi"

"I will"

the rest of the walk home is filled with aimless chatter and impromptu skits that come rather naturally to them.

"what about you hyung?" Seungkwan asks as they put back the meats in the freezer.

"what about me?"

"Are you seeing anyone?" he's almost grinning, as if he knows of some mysterious partner that even Soonyoung doesn't.

"Uh, no. Not currently"

Seungkwan's face drops at that.

"I thought you were dating Jihoon Hyung?"

"Wait what-?"

"I'm back! I hope you didn't start without me" they hear Jihoon's voice from near the gate.

Seungkwan gives him the 'we're talking about this later' eyes before he frolics out to greet Jihoon.

"We just got back too, you're fine Hyung" he says.

Seungkwan brings out the cooler box by the time Jihoon begins grilling the meat and the sparks and embers of the fire add life to the symphony of cicadas in the backdrop. The air here is much cleaner allowing the stars to shine through and the moon to glow bright.

It's a heavenly sight and even Jihoon, who avoids drinking on most occasions is feeling up for a drink. "Jihoon-ie Hyung, do you have plans tomorrow?" Seungkwan asks.

"Not until evening," he says giving him an understanding look.

"Cut some up for me Jihoon-ah" Soonyoung says leaning over his shoulder with his mouth wide open. Seungkwan sighs and takes a swig of his beer, shaking his head ever so slightly.

Jihoon deems now a time better than any other to be bolder with his feelings, high on the feels and drunk on emotion. He carefully cuts a bite-sized piece of a cut he's grilling and blows on it for good measure, knowing Soonyoung would have gobbled it up hot, cold or flaming. With a hand under his chin, Jihoon feeds him the piece, an indirect confession, if he might.

"Careful, it's hot" he whispers, close enough only for Soonyoung to hear.

He looks intently and gauges his reaction, searching for any signs of repulsion or disgust on his face. A cue for him to reel it in. But Soonyoung's reaction says something different, almost eager. Almost reciprocating.

He chews on the piece in silence, his ears red, face approaching a flush. His jaw aches with the way he's clenching it so hard and he's really, really trying to look away. The tension between them is suffocating and the space between them, though large enough feels like it's reduced to centimetres, oddly intimate.

Seungkwan's grumbling snaps Soonyoung out of his trance and he sputters out a semblance of a response.

"Oh uh- it's, yeah it's good. As always, of course. Sorry uhh, you'll burn it. Jihoon-ah"

Jihoon peels his eyes away with much effort, Seungkwan is now lost to the background and the meat on the grill is slightly overcooked. "Fuck- uh, hand me the plate," he says, finally forming new thoughts on his blank slate of a mind.

Soonyoung runs inside to grab a plate and Seungkwan turns to Jihoon. "Hyung. What's going on, seriously? Am I delusional or am I actually seeing something here?"

"What"

"Oh my god is that all you guys can manage!?" He huffs.

"Quiet down, will you? A little louder and the dog next door is gonna want this gossip"

Jihoon acts nonchalantly as if he doesn't get it. As if he's as blissfully unaware as Soonyoung probably is. But this is new, this is scary and Jihoon is scared. He really is.

"I'm not dense, I get it. But he's also his own person, someone whose decisions I can neither control nor live comfortably with. So this is what I'm resorting to. Let me be Seungkwan-ah”

Seungkwan gives the liquid in his bottle a few swirls before he downs it. The look in his eyes is easily mistakable for pity. But Jihoon knows it's something closer to empathy, some sense of understanding. "Right, I'm sorry hyung."

"You're fine, I get where you're coming from"

As if on cue, Soonyoung rushes outside with a bunch of plates and three big bowls. "I figured you'd have grilled more"

"Good job" Jihoon says holding out his fist to which Soonyoung bumps his fist back.

"Seungkwan-ie are you proud of me?" He beams at him.

"Hoshi hyung, let's not forget humility, yeah?" He jokes back and soon with the number of empty bottles piling up and the meat supply dwindling, it's time for Seungkwan to leave.

No amount of alcohol could keep him calm in this situation. Whatever tipsy state he was in reduced to a slight flush and thoughts surprisingly clear for someone who probably drank half his body weight in alcohol.

"Don't do anything you'll regret tomorrow Hyung" Seungkwan whispers to Jihoon half-jokingly.

"Hoshi Hyung, come walk with me"

Jihoon considers tagging along for the briefest of seconds, scared of Seungkwan spilling something to Soonyoung, scared that Soonyoung despite his drunken state, might end up remembering something tomorrow. But honestly? with the pace at which Jihoon is progressing, he might need some alcoholic intervention.

— *** —

He moves sluggishly to his room to get his sketchbook, hoping the cool wind on his face and some task to concentrate on might sober him up. The bonsai collection calls to him. Nimble fingers capture delicate curves, and shapes find new being in his hazed state. He's definitely bringing home a bonsai of his own, he thinks. It's so pretty it's like a work of art. Jihoon loves art.

The gate creaks open and Soonyoung walks in, drawing a flinch out of Jihoon.

he's quiet. unusual.

Jihoon wonders what they spoke about. He wouldn't dare to ask anyway.

"What are you doing Jihoon-ie?" he asks, sitting beside him. Soonyoung's fingers in Jihoon's hair feel grounding, keeping him from floating away with the way he slightly applies pressure at his fingertips, tugging lightly at his hair every once in a while. Jihoon could fall asleep right here.

Through half-lidded eyes he watches Soonyoung single-handedly open a can of beer, the other now resting on Jihoon's nape.

It's a particularly cloudless day and in the serene silence of the night, Soonyoung is drenched in moonlight. His lashes cast wispy shadows on his cheekbones and his face glows. He looks like a dream.

"Be still Soonyoung-ah" Jihoon whispers. Soonyoung's breath catches slightly at the way Jihoon says his name but he ultimately relaxes into a comfortable position.

This is the first time Jihoon has shared a space this personal and definitely the first time he's taken Soonyoung as a model.

"Is there a theme to this?" He asks wondering what brought the sudden change on.

Jihoon stays silent for a good few minutes. The sound of the pencil scratching the paper, the cicadas in the background and their timely breaths are the only sounds that fill the space between them.

He finally looks up at Soonyoung. Staring intently, as if to look deeper.

If only it could help Jihoon understand Soonyoung's feelings.

He sighs low.

"You really.."

He's looking right into his eyes, and he wouldn't forgive himself if he looked away now.

"You look so pretty right now"

Soonyoung's eyes go wide, and the tips of his ears are bright red. The night doesn't allow for much of anything to be obvious, and Jihoon, in turn, only stares harder.

Soonyoung whips his head away from Jihoon to focus instead on his fingers fiddling with the edge of his fraying shirt.

And Jihoon sees that his neck and shoulders are flushed, too.

Soonyoung's got to be a fucking liar to deny anything now.

"Yah, Lee Jihoon" Soonyoung finally speaks scratching the back of his head.

"How much did you drink?"

Jihoon huffs at that. He nearly considers backing off and calling this null and void.

Soonyoung doesn't take him seriously and as far as the situation could possibly go, Jihoon doesn't see a future for them outside of Soonyoung's bed the next morning.

He's seen firsthand the disinterest and apathy with which Soonyoung talks about the people he's slept with. He's scared he's going to end up as one of Soonyoung's many one-night stands and he's scared he doesn't have it in him to hold back.

"Jihoon-ah answer me, please"

And then there's the change of tone. As if it matters to him whether it's the alcohol talking or if Jihoon actually means the words he's said.

It's not even a confession. Jihoon thinks.

It's not.

"I'm pretty much sober right now"

Soonyoung's fingers tremble slightly and at this point, Jihoon can't tell whose heartbeat it is that he hears in his head.

"Tell me more," he says taking Jihoons hands in his own. "what else?"

The pleasant evening air has turned lightly humid making Jihoon flinch at the action. His palms are sweaty from the nerves and this isn't the most ideal situation to fall prey to Soonyoung's otherwise soothing touch.

"Your ears are red," Soonyoung says now kneeling in front of him, peering at his face from down below. Jihoon grumbles and attempts to pull his hands out, only to be held tighter. Soonyoung chuckles nervously before giving his hands a slight squeeze. "Sorry"

They spend a few minutes like that trying to fight the nerves before Jihoon speaks, his voice somewhere close to a whisper.

"you're loud... and you drain me sometimes. But I can't imagine my day without you in it anymore"

"I like the way your hair gets all spikey after you shower and I think it's cute how you eat every meal like it's your last meal"

Soonyoung lowers his head onto Jihoons lap and his fingers guide Jihoons' to his hair.

"I like that you always got me a burger no matter how tired you were and I like the way you play with my hair"

His fingers slide down to hold Soonyoung's chin in his hand and he tilts his head up to face Jihoon. "Do you need more?"

Soonyoung's eyes move dazedly across Jihoon's face taking in every plane, line and feature.

"How about you answer a question for me instead?"

Jihoon tries to gulp down the fear rising in his throat and nods meekly.

"Will you let me think more of this?"

god, he's not ready for this. He looks away for a second and mumbles under his breath "I don't know..."

"then can I do something?"

He doesn't reply and Soonyoung doesn't wait for an answer either.

Instead, he tugs at jihoon's hands pulling him closer till their faces are mere inches away. His thumbs repeatedly smooth over the expanse of Jihoon's hands and Jihoon can see how Soonyoung's Adam's apple bobs nervously with the way he gulps.

Jihoon's eyes flit across his face. His cheeks are tinted red and his pupils are blown wide, the adrenaline of it all getting to him.

He knows for sure that Soonyoung isn't drunk. He knows for sure that whatever happens today won't be lost to the night and get washed away with the alcohol.

He knows the permanence of their decisions and the weight of their actions, but he's come too far to give a damn about anything except Soonyoung right now.

Soonyoung licks his lips lightly and clears his throat, fingertips thrumming with life.

He looks into Jihoon's eyes for any signs of rejection but Jihoon, though apprehensive doesn't show any.

With one last shaky breath, he shuts his eyes and presses his lips to Jihoons'.

Their kiss lasts only a few seconds, but to Jihoon, it feels like ages. Years of unnoticed feelings finally come unravelled, and he sinks into the grounding, comforting weight of the situation.

Jihoon melts into putty in Soonyoung's hands, and all inhibitions leave his body. He slowly moves his fingers to interlock with Soonyoungs, hoping to feel more of him than he already can.

It's soft and light, and it conveys their feelings better than words ever could.

Jihoon can only hope he's not misunderstanding.

Soonyoung pulls away after a second to stare at Jihoon, who licks his lips and stares back.

Jihoon's lips are chapped and raw from the night air and from how he unconsciously bites them when he's nervous.

Soonyoung runs a thumb over his lips and rests his hand on Jihoon's jaw.

"Don't your lips hurt?"

"Because you kissed me?" Jihoon laughs almost involuntarily.

"Oh my god, shut up," he says, dropping his hand to shove at Jihoon's shoulder lightly.

Soonyoung lowers his head back down on his lap and hugs his legs tightly. He lets out a long sigh and groans quietly before he relaxes his grip.

"You good?" Jihoon asks, fingers fiddling around the cuff of his ear.

"Thank you," Soonyoung says after a pause. "For saying all that, I mean."

"It's nothing you don't already know" Jihoon replies, giggling lightly.

"Oh trust me, it is"

"I don't think I've ever not thought of you this way. It comes naturally to me I guess"

Soonyoung hums absentmindedly and turns his head to rest his chin on Jihoon's thigh.

"Can I kiss you once more"

With Soonyoung pressed so close to him he can feel how hard his heart is beating and he's only thankful Soonyoung can't do the same.

He's laid himself bare in front of the other and honestly feels like flesh and bones under him, too aware and too exposed.

Running away is the best he can do, he decides.

"What's wrong with you all of a sudden..." he says laughing nervously while pushing Soonyoung's face away.

He stands and stumbles a bit around Soonyoung before he starts putting his sketchbook and pencils back in his bag.

Soonyoung rushes to his feet, his arms flailing with confusion and eyes wide with surprise.

"Don't go to bed without washing up. I'm gonna go to sleep now. Uh. See you. Goodnight." Jihoon says while clumsily trying to move past him.

Soonyoung moves quickly to grab ahold of Jihoon's wrist. He moves both hands to cup his face and speaks low and steady.

"Don't you dare act like nothing happened today."

Jihoon turns his eyes away.

"Or I'm gonna kiss you in front of Seungkwan and run away."

His eyes shoot back to glare at Soonyoung and eye him with disapproval.

"I'm pretty shameless when I need to be, Jihoon-ah" he laughs.

Jihoon huffs loudly and nods his head.

"words please"

"I got it already"

"Promise me"

"yeah okay, now let me go. This is really embarrassing" Jihoon's going redder by the minute and his brain is drawing closer to total disfunction when Soonyoung starts laughing.

He lets go of his face and bends down to hug him tight. His face rests comfortably in the crook of Jihoon's neck and he breathes in lightly, squeezing Jihoon tight.

"Don't forget me Jihoon-ah" he mumbles, warm breath fanning over the nape of Jihoon's neck.

"I won't" he replies, palms drawing soothing circles across Soonyoung's back.

"I've waited far too long for this."

Jihoon's breath hitches and he's tempted to pull away.

What was he implying?

What was **this** anyway?

Before his thoughts can spiral any further, he feels Soonyoung slightly tilt his head and kiss the nape of his neck.

"Goodnight. Sleep in tomorrow if you need to" he says before pulling away.

With one last ruffle of his hair and a pat on his shoulder, Soonyoung turns him around and guides him inside.

Not that he needs the guidance but nor is he opposed to it.

It's Kwon Soonyoung after all.

— *** —

Unlike his expectations, jihoon passes out the minute he hits the bed. The fatigue of the day and the mental stress he's been under catching up to him.

Left alone with his thoughts, he's sure overthinking would consume him. So immediate exhaustion is more than welcome.

Without a clue about what was happening behind the doors of his room, Jihoon decided that he could process Soonyoung's feelings after he had worked through his own.

When your one-sided crush is suddenly thrust into motion, one can only be so prepared for what comes after.

— *** —

He wakes up the next day to the sound of excited chatter from the veranda and groggily checks the time on his phone.

'1 unread message from Soonyoung'

is what he sees instead.

The sharp pain in the back of his head coupled with the awful ache in his body really don't help the state of involuntary sobriety he's in.

and then it all comes back to him.

The drunken rambling, the absolute lack of personal space, the raw unfiltered emotion and the kiss.

Oh god, the kiss.

The phone in his hand is lost to gravity as his hands dramatically come up to cover his increasingly reddening face.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you, Lee Jihoon" he groans to himself and flops back onto his bed.

for a moment, he considers acting like he doesn't remember anything from the night before. Blame everything on the same alcohol that he borrowed courage from.

Be an ungrateful little shit.

But then he remembers his promise to Sooonyoung.

_'gonna kiss you in front of Seungkwan'_

He cringes at that.

Ultimately he decides there's really no point in hiding from Soonyoung.

He tidies himself up the best he can making sure he warms his throat up just enough to not sound squeaky.

With much reluctance, he finally opens the door and tiptoes outside. He wishes he were invisible honestly.

The absolutely uncharacteristic way in which he acted yesterday made Jihoon question his willingness to drink in the future.

"Hyung! Come have breakfast when you're up for it. I made some hangover soup... I'm sure you'd appreciate some right now." Seungkwan spots him trying to sneak around out of the bathroom.

"You walking like that makes you seem more suspicious than you probably want to be seen as, Hyung. Just walk comfortably" he supplies, laughing.

He silently observes Jihoon stumble to stability and walk shamefully up to the spread Seungkwan’s prepared. His eyes wander about until Seungkwan finally clears his throat and speaks. “Hoshi Hyung isn't here.” Jihoon narrows his eyes at Seungkwan and speaks slowly, cautiously. “I didn't ask” “Didn’t say you did.” he shrugged. He quietly ladles the soup into a bowl for Jihoon, all while smirking to himself. Only when Jihoon’s halfway through breakfast does he speak next. “Hyung, be honest. Something happened yesterday after I left, right?” He’s only met with sputtering and coughing from the other end before Jihoon finally speaks

“...no”

“...Right. Sure” and some judgemental slurping follows.

Jihoon keeps nervously glancing at the gate every few minutes and gets multiple looks of worry from Seungkwan. “Please don't tell me you got drunk and slept with him.” his eyes widened at Jihoon’s silence.

“I literally told you not to do anything you’d regret Hyung!” Jihoon listlessly picks at the rice in his bowl and mumbles under his breath “... It's not that.” He tries his best to come up with a sensible way to explain his predicament, but honestly, he can't.

How’s he supposed to explain to Seungkwan that his roommate, whom he has a painfully obvious crush on, kissed him last night. His roommate, who sleeps with people casually. His roommate, whose feelings he has no idea about. It sounds stupid even to him to assume that Soonyoung acted the way he did without any basis of emotion. Jihoon just needs to know he’s not a quick fuck. “Well, hear me out then I suppose”

“Thank fucking god”

"Oh my god, okay. That's kinda messed up."

"Maybe I need to tell him it was all a mistake-"

"Hyung. The messed up part here is you letting things go this far without trusting Hoshi hyung."

Seungkwan sighs heavily and finishes the rest of his soup.

"Think about it, hyung. Your worries are valid, I don't doubt it. But honestly I wouldn't be going into something like this without having some level of trust in my partner. And as far as I know, Hoshi isn't the type to sleep around, so that in itself being true is somewhat of a shocker to me."

Jihoon looks at him stunned, like he's been hit with a thousand bricks all at once. Bricks of realisation Perhaps.

"Right."

"Hyung. You're okay. Hoshi hyung is a good guy. Don't doubt your gut."

As if on cue, Soonyoung walks in through the gate humming some children's cartoon show intro.

"Don't overthink hyung" he whispers one last time before the worry fades and his cheerful exterior is back on.

The moment Soonyoung's eyes meet Jihoon's he falls silent, his lower lip caught between his teeth. His eyes look deep inside Jihoon, trying to pick up hints and signs.

It's endearing to Jihoon the way he cautiously tilts his head and the way his gaze holds an amalgamation of emotions.

He smiles to himself and speaks.

"Hey, Soonyoung-ah breathe. I still remember"

"How-"

"Try using your brain instead of your face when you think." He laughs, making Seungkwan snort.

"That scared the shit out of me you idiot" he grumbles

"Grow a pair, dumbass" Jihoon responds, laughing.

"You and your flowery language, seriously.." adds Seungkwan before clearing the plates and carrying them over to the kitchen.

Jihoon finds himself mindlessly staring at Soonyoung while he does his cool-down post-workout routine.

Defined, lean muscle makes itself obvious when he twists and stretches and Jihoon should really be looking away now.

"you're all done, right?" Soonyoung rounds the corner of the veranda to lean over Jihoon.

Jihoon in turn brandishes his empty bowl at him.

"Guess."

Soonyoung holds out his hand and makes grabbing motions at him, asking him to follow.

"What are you doing?"

"Come with me, let's go somewhere," he says.

This earns him an eyebrow raise from Jihoon who answers back just as quickly.

"Seungkwan is like-" he motions inside the house, "-right here."

"He's not dense Jihoon. You are" He huffs.

Jihoon glares at him and without breaking eye contact, he calls out to Seungkwan.

"Seungkwan-ah! I'll be out for a while. And I'm taking this guy with me."

Seungkwan momentarily pops his head out to nod at them before he heads in again.

"Why're you being so cute today?" Soonyoung laughs leaning down to match Jihoon's level.

"You just say anything, don't you?" Jihoon stuffs his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and trods out the gate.

"Ah, Jihoon-ie, wait for me! Why are you so fast?" he grumbles, sliding his arm through Jihoon's as he leads the way. "You don't even know where you're going."

"Why do you have so many questions today?"

"No idea"

The break is almost over and ultimately, so is this dream-like Jeju escapade. The city life awaits them again and Jihoon can only hope it’s going to be a bit more fulfilling with soonyoung and their… Arrangement. They’ve been walking for a while now and Jihoon’s losing patience. Refusing to walk on his own he’s pretty much being pushed by Soonyoung up whatever hill they’re walking.

Soonyoung heaves behind Jihoon, each breath coming out a little more taxed than the one before. “You’re such a baby Jihoon. Noone’s going to push you up and literally make you walk,” he says through huffs and heaves. “But you will.” It's a rather simple statement to make, easy to miss and easy to ignore. But it's not. It's really not. Soonyoung feels the way Jihoon’s heartbeat speeds up in his palms and he only slows down a bit. “I will.” —***— After much of Jihoon’s grumbling, Soonyoung finally pulls away the hands that cover Jihoon’s eyes as they reach the summit. Its quiet, serene and beautiful.

He’s seen multiple such scenes with how often he works with large-scale paintings. Carefully calculating the time of the day to ensure optimal lighting and the best visuals. Yet this is special. It’s different, and Jihoon is filled to the brim with love and adoration. A hearty laugh spills out his lips despite himself and he tips his body weight forward to rest his palms on his knees. He wants to say something honestly, compliment Soonyoung, maybe. Thank him for this trip, for his help with Seungkwan, for reciprocating his feelings, for - fuck if he knows - existing?

And yet, he doesn't. He wouldn't dare waste his words on these complicated, unexplainable feelings. Staring at Soonyoung, however, seems to provide some form of solace. In true Soonyoung fashion, he’s already staring back. Eyes shiny with pride and love, he looks intently at Jihoon. Taking in every little shift in his expression - the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way he pushes his hair back every time it gets in his way, refusing to cut it and the way he licks his lips while he tries to catch his breath. Soonyoung’s left staring.

Jihoon’s smile widens as he slowly turns to face Soonyoung. “What? What is it?” he asks. He’s met with a pout and a sigh from Soonyoung who reluctantly answers back. “You know what it is, don't you? Always so mean for no reason Jihoon, seriously..” He’s about to turn around to go sit on a nearby bench when he’s abruptly turned around by Jihoon grabbing his wrist. “Don't be such a baby, now Soonyoung-ah. Are you really going to throw a tantrum?” Whatever he’s holding against Jihoon melts away with the way he says his name and the tips of his ears slowly go red.

With a short breath, he tugs at Soonyoung’s arm and shifts on his tiptoes to kiss him. Quick, short and chaste, completely inadequate for Soonyoung, who, despite the shock, wraps his free arm around Jihoon’s waist before he can go back down, turning his head for a better angle before he meets his lips, to once again, kiss him deeply, making Jihoon sigh at the contact.

He finds himself involuntarily turning his head for a better angle, and the hand on his wrist snakes its way up and around Soonyoung’s neck. After what seems like ages, they part for breath and Soonyoung lowers himself one last time, to plant a short peck on Jihoon’s cheek.

“That’s better,” he says, thumb swiping over Jihoon’s lower lip. Jihoon stares back in shock, still panting slightly, pupils blown wide and mouth agape. “You’re crazy.” he says, flushing pink as he lowers his face into Soonyoung’s chest, the latter's arms moving just as quickly to wrap him in a hug. “Thanks,” he says, laughing.

—***—

“Jeonghan was here about an hour ago. Said he wanted to meet you.” Seungkwan says with mild annoyance. “But what could I possibly have said? ‘That’s right Hyung, the two of them left me all alone here and decided to-” he abstractly flails his hands around “-I don't know, go make out, or something’” Jihoon’s eyes go wide and he answers back almost instantaneously “That did NOT happen”

He looks at Soonyoung to prompt him to hopefully provide his part of an explanation. “It should've” he grumbles. “Honestly, kill yourself. Please.” Suddenly a high-pitched voice calls out from inside. “Yah, Boo Seungkwan. Did you die out there?” “Ah Jeonghan-ie Hyung! What the hell?” Soonyoung shrieks out. “I missed you so much!”

Seungkwan’s loitering is forgotten within seconds and a soap opera reunion ensues, all of which Jihoon decides to skip out on. As far as introductions go, he’s content with simply giving out his name, adding a handshake and allowing soonyoung to do the rest of the honours. What reason to try otherwise? It’s worked well enough till now.

With their return to the city steadily approaching, he’s got a lot of things to finish today. Unfortunately, the entirety of yesterday and Soonyoung’s impromptu escapade this morning has made things entirely too difficult for Jihoon.

A barrage of thoughts flows through his mind and he finds himself reliving the past 24 hours all over again. The feeling of his lips against Soonyoungs’, the way his breath fanned against his neck and the raw, unfiltered emotion lacing his voice— a million words threatening to spill out and over. He goes red because that's all he can do.

He's eternally grateful to Soonyoung for his otherwise annoying personality and the seamless way he incorporates humour where Jihoon's rational brain wouldn't dare to.

Soonyoung is adorable, and hot. Very much so. It's hard enough for Jihoon to maintain his stoic front otherwise with Soonyoung practically floating around him as his watermark.

But then he decides that's insufficient, and he gets all up in Jihoon's personal space—each detail of him in all its glory.

And then comes the uncertainty of it all. Is this the right thing to do? His friendship of multiple years and his cohabitation at risk. Seungkwan's words, while they do provide some tether to reality, unfortunately, don't seem like much help to someone as stubborn as Jihoon.

“Hyung. Are you done packing yet?” Seungkwans voice pulls him out of his thoughts.

“Almost. Didn't really have to bring much for a 2-day trip” he sighs. “Right, well Jeonghan brought some kimchi for you so be sure to take it with you.” Seungkwan smiles. He’s about to turn to leave when suddenly Jihoon feels a pang of guilt shoot through him. He wonders why. “Seungkwan-ah,” he calls out. The latter turns behind just as quickly, eyes sparkling with life and vigour—ever the positive bubble. “Hm?” “Thanks, and sorry” Seunkwan’s cheeks fluff up with unreleased laughter before he says, “Hyung, are you good? All I did was tell you not to overthink.” Jihoon simply shrugs before he returns to his room to finish the rest of his packing.

Before they leave they’re showered with a waterfall of ‘be careful’s, ‘call me’s and ‘be alert’s. All in good intentions of course, so Jihoon doesn't complain. Not as much as he wants to, anyway.

And then, they’re back.

Back to mundane life, back to assignments, back to part-time jobs, back to struggling to survive. But of all that Jihoon could possibly endure, the only thing he doesn't want to go back to is his dynamic with Soonyoung before this whirlwind of a trip.

He feels jittery all throughout their ride back home. All throughout unpacking. All throughout getting ready to go meet Seungcheol the next day. “You look fucking awful for someone that spent two days cooped up in a house with their crush” “Good evening to you too, asshole”

Seungccheol merely laughs before he slides Jihoon’s cup of Americano over to him. “So? Why do you look like—” he motions vaguely at Jihoon. “That?”

“I think I'm just an ungrateful little shit honestly.”

This time, however, he doesn't need much prompting to spill forth. “He literally kissed me and I'm still doubting whether the guy actually likes me or not.”

To provide some relief to Seungcheol’s wide-eyed expression, he supplies, “Stuff happened, the mood was kind of, right, and then I said some things, and then he said some things, and then hooray.” he claps soullessly.

“Did any of those things include ‘I love’ slash ‘like you’?”

Jihoon’s head droops down in disappointment. Seungcheol sighs. “Do you always need me to spell things out for you before you realise?”

“I knew that already.”

The ice in his Americano is lost to the afternoon while Seungcheol is already on his second cup. Only god knows the secrets to his vitality.

Without much questioning from Seungcheol’s end, Jihoon voluntarily spills the events from their stay in Jeju. “Whatever Seungkwan said is valid, honestly, there's no denying that. But as someone who’s been observing in the third person for so long, it's also reasonable for you to feel the way you do.” Jihoon looks out the window and nods in Seungcheol’s general direction to signal him to keep going.

“I wouldn't encourage the ‘let's have a talk’ at this early of a stage, but you honestly look like you need the closure. Maybe you need to do this first. It's either that or waiting for Soonyoung to realise.” Jihoon scrunches his nose slightly at the sound of that. Days, months, and possibly years of Jihoon living with this insecurity. All while Soonyoung remains blissfully unaware. No thanks.

With some semblance of comfort from Seungcheol’s end, he makes his way back to the apartment.

He routinely punches in the door code. There's an unexplainable buzz in his ears. Nervousness, adrenaline and some mysterious queasiness in his system.

He’s clearing this up today. His indecisiveness doesn't need to affect every other person around him.

And then he sees it. A second pair of shoes beside Soonyoungs’.

Shut the fuck up, Jihoon.

There's laughter coming from deeper into the room.

Stop making shit up.

Myungho sits there, beside Soonyoung. A cup of tea in his hand. That damn tea. Laughing, smiling. His free hand extending occasionally to touch Soonyoung’s arm.

For whyever the fuck?

And then almost knowingly, his gaze draws up to meet Jihoon’s own bewildered eyes.

Oh-kay, fuck that.

Soonyoung’s eyes fly up to follow Myunghos’ and his instinctive grin drops from his face at Jihoons heart-wrenching expression. “Jihoon-ah what-” he calls out before he’s cut off by the person in question.

“I’ll leave.” it's curt, it’s hurtful. Jihoon regrets it. Face hot, blood roaring in his ears.

He turns on his heels and almost dashes out of the apartment.

“Wait Jihoon-”

“Let me talk to him. Please” Myungho says, looking meaningfully at Soonyoung.

“Myungho I swear to god if you say some bullshit to him-”

“Please.” he tries again.

It works because Myungho rushes out of the apartment hoping to catch Jihoon before it's too late.

Jihoon doesn't think to wait. The humiliation and embarrassment fuel his legs and drag him out. He’s overthinking this, he’s sure he is. Every little effort at trying to reel in his insecurity is lost and honestly, he’s ruined it.

There’s no realistic possibility that Jihoon sees where he can fix things with Soonyoung again. His heart hammers in his chest and his head throbs in confusion.

“Jihoon!” Myungho calls from behind him. “Can you just—” voice faltering, out of breath.

“Jihoon stop. Here me out, for like, 5 minutes”

“Not you of all people” he snarls at Myungho, just as out of breath himself. His voice comes out raw and rough and before he can continue, Myungho cuts in.

“WE’RE NOT–” Jihoon startles. “We’re not, involved. Or whatever you think it is.”

“Give me one reas-”

“Jihoon, from the beginning. Never. I swear.”

He throws his head back to breathe at Jihoon’s eventual acceptance of his attempt at a conversion.

“The first day you saw me. Soonyoung rejected me that night.”

Jihoon’s anger slowly bleeds into confusion and his face gives away more than he wants to.

“He said he couldn't. He refused to sleep with someone else knowing he had feelings for someone else. That someone else being you Jihoon.”

“...what?” His face feels hot, His eyes hurt with the pressure behind them. A trembling hand pushes back his hair and he closes his eyes in concentration.

“And he hasn't been with anyone after that night. Jihoon, that man is in love with you and he honestly doesn't deserve this. From me or from you.”

Jihoon stares back at him. Myungho’s words play through his mind like a broken record and Jihoon doesn't know what to feel.

That man is in love with you

Than man

Soonyoung

Slowly the confusion takes a sturdier form into realisation.

His doubt. Soonyoung’s silence.

His desperation. Soonyoung’s compliance.

He’s taken everything for granted and suddenly he’s the hypocrite.

“You know, if you really need someone to blame, I’m here. And I honestly deserve it. Now are you going to waste your time here or do something about this?” Myungho cries out desperately. His own anxiety and frustration seeping into his words.

Jihoon’s knees buck slightly as he’s snapped out of whatever spiral he’s going down and almost instantly he turns back towards the building. Looking back at Myungho one last time he slowly turns back to pick up speed.

Myungho’s eyes fall shut as he nods at Jihoon encouraging him to do what he needs to.

And then he’s gone.

—*** —

“Soonyoung-ah?”

Jihoon’s voice sounds uncertain. He’s not sure if he deserves this moment with him. All rational possibility seems to have left him.

He almost bursts into tears when he sees Soonyoung’s face. Hurt eyes stare back at him, his phone is in his hand mid-ring, and that's when he glances down to see his own phone silently waiting for him to swipe to accept.

“I was trying to call you…” he trails off, voice slightly shaky, and Jihoon can only guess why.

Jihoon tries to gulp down the emotion in his voice before he finally speaks up.

“I’m so sorry.”

“You’ve done nothing Jihoon.”

Jihoon’s hand falls on his nape as contemplates what to say next.

“I promise.”

“I don't know…”

Soonyoung looks at him with some deep-rooted understanding and finally speaks, slowly.

“Can I say something?”

Jihoon catches a hint in Soonyoung’s tone and his heart twists painfully while he waits, not breaking eye contact.

“I love you. So much.”

The tears Jihoon’s been trying to keep in finally rush past the dam of his eyes and he throws his head back, desperately trying to blink back the tears.

“I love you Jihoon. I should’ve said it sooner, I’m sorry” he takes tentative steps towards Jihoon, arms outstretched, voice thick with emotion.

Jihoon slowly lets himself settle into Soonyoung’s arms, mumbling out an occasional apology that Soonyoung hushes.

“Myungho told me, about…”

“I’d never forgive myself if I let go that day.”

“But you didn't,” Jihoon soothes.

Soonyoung hums back in agreement, pulling Jihoon closer.

They spend the next few minutes taking in each other’s presence, calming themselves down, reeling their spilt emotions back in, and then Jihoon hesitantly speaks.

“I love you too, by the way. More than you think. More than I make obvious,”

Soonyoung gently pushes his hair out of his face and moves his hands to cup his face. Sighing with a slight shudder.

“I really want to kiss you” Jihoon grins in his hands and answers back, “And what’s stopping you?”

With a beat to spare, he lowers himself, slotting his lips against Jihoons’ in a kiss so charged and electric. Jihoon lets out a small gasp at the contact. His shoulder’s fall relaxed as Soonyoung kisses him with more fervour making Jihoon play right into his actions.

He feels malleable in Soonyoung’s hands, all meaning being lost to time as he pushes himself up on his toes to wrap his arms around the other’s neck.

“Ah, Jihoon, seriously—” he gasps when he pulls back for air, almost instantly being pulled back in by Jihoon, who presses one hard kiss against his lips.

“Sofa, please.”

Soonyoung has little to no time to steady himself before he’s pulled to the sofa by Jihoon.

A heavy hand presses down on his chest urging him to lie down while Jihoon leans over him to place soft kisses from the base of his ear to his collarbone.

Jihoon sits back up, straddling Soonyoung as he looks down to take in Soonyoung in all his glory. He’s panting hard, eyes glassy and lips parted and the words spill out of Jihoon’s mouth almost involuntarily.

“Wow you look—” “Don't say anything” Soonyoung whispers back before he flips their positions setting Jihoon down with a soft thump.

“I’ve imagined this for ages.” he sighs, forearms nestled around Jihoon’s face, his own face hovering inches above the other’s.

“You showing up with those hickeys got me all bothered honestly. That’s how I even realised I was gay.” Jihoon laughs, looking back.

“I genuinely thought you were homophobic, I decided to get a little petty then.” he winces at his own words, realising how crude they must sound.

Jihoon scrunches his nose but then bursts out laughing. “Well guess what, me too.”

“I’ve probably been in love and oblivious for ages”

Soonyoung purses his lips and stares at Jihoon wordlessly

“I love you so much I could die,” he says finally.

“Alright, portion-control please—” Jihoon manages before he’s tackled back onto the sofa, Soonyoung dropping the entirety of his weight onto him. “I love you,” he says again, leaning down to kiss his lips briefly.

“I love you” then his cheek,

“I love you” and his nose.

“I-” Jihoon leans up to kiss him deeply, before parting to whisper low into his ear.

“I love you too”

And Soonyoung is a giggling mess.

Of all possible ways their story could have ended, Jihoon finds this a way better than any other.

The reassuring weight of Soonyoung on him, his fingers playing with his hair, the hum that escapes his lips as he adjusts his position to accommodate him better, the meaningless nagging that urges him to get a hair-cut and finally the constant melody of Soonyoung’s profession of love to Jihoon.

Truly— Gay, Homophobic, nothing or everything in between. Jihoon doesn't care.

For nothing matters if it’s Soonyoung he’s going back to at the end of his day.

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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kpop masterlist

🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

back to main masterlist

A.C.E.

Memory | 🍓❄️🦕 Kim Byeongkwan x Reader + Park Junhee x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

Ateez

Only One | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🦕 CEO!Choi San x Reader

BigBang

It’s An Act [WBU I] | ❄️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

Smoke | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

BTS

Runaway | 🍓❄️🏩 Mafia!Kim Seokjin (Jin) x Reader (Mafia AU) Preview 1 2 3 4 x

Mah Boyfriend | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🦕 Jung Jungkook x Idol!Reader

BTOB

Hidden Heart | 🍓🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🚀🍳 Lee Minhyuk (HUTA) x Idol!Reader [Headcanon]

Day6

A University Dilemma | 🤸‍♀️ Kang Younghyun (Young-K) x Reader (Univeristy AU)

What A Joke | ❄️ Kang Younghyun (Young K) x Reader + Park Jaehyung x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

So... Haha... I Like You | 🍓🦕 Park Jaehyung x Reader (Fake Dating AU)

EXO

Wheel Of Fortune | 🍓🍳🚀 Park Chanyeol x Reader [Headcanon]

Welcome To The Jungle | 🚀🚀🚀🏩 Park Chanyeol & Oh Sehun (Jungle AU)

Maybe We Still Have A Shot [WBU III] | 🍓🍓🏩 CatHybid!Oh Sehun x Reader (University AU)

Unrequited Attraction | 🚧🏩🍳🦕 Mafia!Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Retail Worker!Reader

Color Palette | 🍓 Byun Baekhyun x Reader [Blurb]

Brown Leaves | 🍓 Kim Jongin (Kai) x Reader (University AU)

GOT7

One Million In One Day | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🍳 Sugar Daddy!Jackson Wang x Reader Preview ~ Alternate Moodboard ~ Moodboard Teaser 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Car Rides | 🍓 Jackson Wang x Reader [Blurb]

Juice Box | 🍓🚀🏩🦕 Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam x Reader [Blurb] (Pre-Schooler AU)

Somewhere In Between | ❄️❄️Civil Engineer!Park Jinyoung x Reader + Architect!Henry Lau x Reader

Trading Secrets | 🍓🍓 Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader

JYJ

Winning Losses | ❄️ Kim Jaejoong x Idol!Reader

Monsta X

Introspect | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Jooheon x Reader [Blurb]

Letting Off Steam | 🤸‍♀️ Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x ArtStudent!Reader (University AU)

NCT

Seventeen

December Dates | 🍓🚀 bf!Seventeen x Reader [Headcanon]

The Stroke Of Midnight | 🍓❄️🏩🦕 Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader

Here's My Problem: I Can't Get You Out Of My Head | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🎩🎩🏩🍳🦕 Detective!Jeon Wonwoo x Actress!Reader

10 Ways To Get Over Gyu | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🍳🦕 Kim Mingyu x Reader + others (Childhood AU)

Half Of My Heart | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳 Kim Mingyu x Reader + Jeon Wonwoo x Reader (CEO AU)

On A Thread | ❄️❄️ CEO!Joshua Hong (Hong Jisoo) x Nurse!Reader

SF9

A Final Offering | 🍓🍓❄️🏩🦕 Deity!Kim Inseong & Child!Reader + Baek Juho (Zuho) x Mom

What Does It Mean? | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️ Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader (University AU)

16th Floor | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Reader (Office AU)

SHINee

Understand This |❄️ Choi Minho x Reader I Don’t Understand [Understand This II] | ❄️ Choi Minho x Reader

It’s All A Big Joke [WBU II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Th-that’s Not | ❄️❄️🚧🦕 Lee Taemin x Reader Regrets [Th-that’s Not II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Angel Bride | ❄️🚧🏩🦕 Pirate!Lee Taemin x Reader

Noona, You're So Pretty | 🍓 Lee Taemin x Noona!Reader

Stray Kids

Professional Boundaries | 🍓❄️🚧🦕 CEO!Bang Chan x Pre-School Teacher!Reader + CEO!Hwang Hyunjin x Pre-School Teacher!Reader 1 2 3 4

Bootylicious | 🍓🚀 Bang Chan x Idol!Reader

Super Junior

The Soup | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 SuJu x SuJu Maknae!Reader [Headcanon]

Secrets Of A Maknae | 🍓🚀🚀 Kim Heechul x SuJuMaknae!Reader

The Boyz

Gentle With Me | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Sangyeon x Reader

TVXQ!

Pitter-Patter | 🍓 Jung Yunho (U-Know) x Reader (Pre-School Teacher AU)

The Art Of Deception | ❄️🎩🏩 Shim Changmin x Reader (Secret Agent/Spy AU)

TXT

Forget About It | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳🦕 Choi Soobin x Reader (University AU)

WINNER

I’m Not Playing | 🍓❄️❄️ Gangster!Song Minho (Mino) x Reader 1 2 3

#masterlist #kpop masterlist

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bluehoodiewoozi · 2 years ago

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DRABBLE MARATHON #8:

KWON SOONYOUNG (HOSHI) + Halloween

NOTE: i've tried to upload this so many times but tumblr's anti-tiger, apparently. idk. i'm on the verge of tears of rage.

You swore his eyes were sparkling. With you seated on the bathroom counter and him standing between your legs, practically nose-to-nose with you, you had the perfect view of them.

But not even the enchanting twinkle of his brown eyes was not enough to ease your concern for his actions.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” you asked him for the third time in the past 10 minutes, growing a little more worried by the minute.

In his hands, Soonyoung held a face paint palette and a brush he had “borrowed” from Minghao for this very purpose. The orange and black paints were becoming muddier by the minute in colour, and less and less in amount (as was your confidence in his abilities).

Your boyfriend paused his movements to scoff at you, his smile disappearing momentarily. “I’m starting to think you don’t like me.”

“I do! I do like you,” you quickly comforted him, reaching to rest your hands on his cheeks. “But are you sure – like, 100% sure – that you know what you’re doing?”

“Babe, I’ve watched so many tutorials for this,” he emphasised with a confident nod. “Let me do my thing.”

“Face painting is not your thing,” you whispered to him, practically begging him to reconsider. “Your thing is singing. Your thing is dancing. Your thing is being funny. Face paint is not.”

He rolled his eyes, fighting a smile. “But tigers are.”

Realising there was no use in arguing with him, you sighed in defeat and agreed before leaning back into your original position. “Just get it done with. My butt’s starting to get sore.”

“I just need to add two more stripes, I swear. And then you’ll get to return the favour and paint me.”

“... I still can’t believe you convinced me to do this.”

“Stop acting like dressing up as tigers for Joshua’s Halloween party is a crime,” he replied and continued his masterpiece.

“Besides,” he paused again to smile at you before pressing a swift kiss to your lips, “you’re the cutest tiger I’ve ever seen.” His smile brightened and he lifted a hand to make a paw motion. “Rawr!”

#hoshi #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #hoshi x reader #hoshi scenarios #this is my last attempt istg

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chilligyu · 4 years ago

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"can’t breathe [when you look at me] I shiver all over when you [touch me]"

m/v palette spider kwon soonyoung

#svtgifs #thesvttown #svtcreations #hoshi palette #hoshi gifs #soonyoung gifs #soonyoung palette #kpop palette #mine:gif #mine:pl #chilligyu #more soon!#this video is so monochromatic i'm in love

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wonwooridul · 3 years ago

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♡ @caratonce made me choose: styling of hoshi in: spider era or hot era

make me choose

#seventeen #svtsource #svtgifs #mmc #hoshi #kwon soonyoung #spider #hoshi spider #ask game #hot era is cool but spider era colour palette and clothes + accessories is BREATHTAKING #its really up my alley #PLUS HIS HAIR #lee.gif.gfx #*gifs #yes i made gifs of each outfit he wore in the mv

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notesof-mh · 3 years ago

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wake up babe, new ah puh choreo just dropped

#hoshi #kwon soonyoung #seventeen #svt #iu's palette #eml.gif #this took me wayyyy too long #but i think im finally starting to get the hang of photoshop #his little bounce in the first one!!#definitely room for improvement #but i guess its a good sign i can now see where i can improve??#sorry reposting this one bc i had issues w the original #*gif

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neopeaches · 6 years ago

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soonyoung as the prince of flowers

- svt as fairy tales / thumbelina

#my color palette for this one is a bit off but I think its still okay???#my moodboards #kwon soonyoung #kwon hoshi #hoshi #seventeen hoshi #seventeen soonyoung #seventeen aesthetic #seventeen moodboard #seventeen #soonyoung aesthetic #soonyoung moodboard

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junhoontrash · 7 years ago

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Another special feature.

#seventeen #soonhui #junhui #soonyoung #hoshi #aw this palette #p i n k

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softjun · 7 years ago

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make me choose

↳ anonymous asked: hoshi + change up or hoshi + lilili yabbay

#seventeen #svtcreations #hoshi #soonyoung #**#mmc #i wanted to try something new lmao #idk if it worked but i had fun making this so #yeet #the link is to the palette i used #i love lilili yabbay but listen... change up is basically what got me hooked on svt #sorry tehy're so orange in the first gif... the og scene is completely orange and idk how to fix it lmao

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wheeboo · 2 years ago

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7pm | kwon soonyoung

SYNOPSIS. in which soonyoung helps you unwind at the han river. PAIRING. kwon soonyoung x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. mentions of food WORD COUNT. 1.03k

booseoksoon ‘second wind’ track 01: fighting! track 02: lunch track 03: now playing ‘7pm’

A tired yawn escapes your lips and into the cool, evening air as you walk your way down the Han River to meet at the spot your boyfriend had texted you to come to. You weren't entirely sure why Soonyoung had suddenly surprised you with a date after an exhausting day, but who were you to complain anyway?

Your footsteps aren't full of any sort of rush, admiring eyes gazing off into the glistening waters of the Han River as the sky became a colourful palette of yellow, orange, and purple. It was perhaps the most beautiful time of the day to be outside and let the evening air refresh you after your tiresome shift. These days, there was barely any time to unwind comfortably since your workplace has been constantly calling you in, as well as loads of personal matters on top of your shoulders.

It was hard to recall the last time you were able to have a decent break from life in general.

You notice a tree in the distance and the familiar colour of a sweater that you knew you had seen somewhere, or maybe even worn at some point. Quickening your feet, a smile crosses your lips as you approach.

"Soonyoung!" You call out, voice tinged with excitement.

The figure turns around at the sound of your voice, and before you knew it, you find yourself being scooped up into the air with a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. You and Soonyoung's chuckles emanate into the air together, a mixture of happiness and relief. It felt all too unreal to be finally reunited in your boyfriend's arms after being separated for the entire day.

"Gosh, I missed you so much." Soonyoung buries his face in your shoulder, keeping his arms wrapped around you. He finds himself easily settling into your presence, your bodies pressed against one another in a soothing hug. "Been away from you for too long."

"I missed you too, Soon," You say, and Soonyoung pulls back to finally look at you. You take his bare face in your hands, cupping his puffed out cheeks lightly, his eyes full of nothing but adoration.

Unable to help himself, Soonyoung leans down to press a quick peck to your lips, feeling satisifed just from the brief contact and leaving you a bit dazed and flustered.

"I gotta show you something." Then he reaches down to grab your hand, leading you towards the tree where you couldn't help but gasp at the sight of a picnic blanket on the ground and containers of food spread out evenly on top.

"What is all this?" You ask as Soonyoung lets his free hand take out the remaining food out of the bag.

"I wanted to treat you. We haven't been able to go out on a date lately since you've been called into work every day," He motions for you to sit down on the blanket next to him. "and you've been really stressed, so I wanted to help you... unwind."

You didn't know how to respond, only grinning from Soonyoung's acts of services. And maybe in that same moment, you felt your heart do a leap𑁋a feeling that still lingers even after being together for the last two years.

"Kwon Soonyoung, you are just..." You ball your hands up into a fist as if trying to emphasise just how in love you are with this damn man. "I can't thank you enough for this."

Soonyoung just shakes his head, unable to hide the proud smirk on his face as he opens some of the containers of food. He hands you some utensils, and the two of you begin to chow down in comfortable silence, simply basking in the evening air and the peace serenaded by the river. You feel yourself already beginning to unwind, the effects of the food on your tastebuds already replenishing your energy.

"Is it good?" he asks you.

You nod your head, swallowing down the bits of food. "It's amazing, babe. Where did you find the time to make all this?"

"Ah... well I asked Mingyu to help me..."

That was enough to elicit a laugh from you, knowing how clumsy your boyfriend is in the kitchen, and Soonyoung can feel himself melt from the sight. Despite the embarrassed redness growing on his face, making you laugh has always been one of his top priorities.

Even though your boyfriend can be quite the ball of energy himself at times, you can never deny the power he has in refueling your exhaustion. Being with him never seems to overwhelm you in any way; you can never feel tired from being around him. He seems to be the only person in the world whose energy exudes onto you. It was one of the many things you love about him.

Once the two of you finish eating, you find your head resting atop of Soonyoung's lap. Soonyoung keeps a comfortable arm around you, fingers lightly caressing circles on your arm as your eyes struggle to stay fully open. You hear him humming a low tune, and you silently swear you can fall asleep that very moment.

"Is there anything you want to do before we leave?" Soonyoung looks down at you, noticing the way your eyes lazily flutter back open to the sound of his voice.

"Mmmh... just staying here is nice."

Soonyoung gently pinches your face, causing you to whine. "You're about to fall asleep."

"Am not!"

"You are!"

"Okay, maybe I am," You admit defeatedly. "Just been a long week, you know?"

Soonyoung sighs. He wish he could do so much more to relieve your stress.

"Yeah, I know."

"But..." You sit up to crawl your way into the space next to him, letting his arms encapsulate around you once more. "Tonight was a perfect way to end it."

For a moment, Soonyoung could’ve sworn his brain malfunctioned. He couldn't help but pull you closer to him, pressing small kisses all over your face and making your body vibrate with happiness. The two of you find yourselves sprawled on top of the blanket with your legs entangled together, watching as the moon slowly but surely claimed its rightful place in the night sky.

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yeonjunisbetterthanyou · 2 years ago

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txt, seventeen, the boyz, p1harmony, treasure, ive, bts

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[last updated: july 23rd 2024]

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heartsfromia · 3 years ago

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against all odds ⁠— k. soonyoung

pairing: solo artist! soonyoung x makeup artist! reader

word count: 3,307

genre: fluff, established hidden relationship

warnings: sexual innuendos (hoshi's dirty minded lmao), kissing

author's notes: not proofread as usual ;_;

"Thank you, everyone! I'll see you next time!" Cheers echoed throughout the venue, the screams of Soonyoung's fans bouncing off the walls, reaching all around the large arena, and you couldn't help the look of shock as you heard it, while cleaning up the makeup palettes on the dressing table.

Soonyoung, the worldwide superstar—most commonly referred to as Hoshi, had closed his concert for tonight, bidding goodbye to the fans that gathered in the arena to watch his performance. After bowing for the last time, he slipped out into backstage, taking the towel from his manager before wiping the sweat from his neck and face, bowing to everyone and thanking them for his hard work.

That was his redeeming factor, you thought. You have worked with numerous artists before, some internationally known and some not so much, but none of which you have ever found to be as humble, down-to-earth as Soonyoung is towards his staff. Genuine kindness, care and gratitude, he always showcased it to the people that work around him, knowing that without them, everything he has now would not have happened.

You watched from the dressing room as he entered, pulling off his sweat-ridden shirt, to which you turned the other, wanting to give him privacy before you found him seated on the chair by you, ready to have his makeup removed. His eyes met yours, lips pressed in a soft smile as if to signal you that he was ready. You nodded, your eyes looking around the dressing room and finding that everyone was beginning to step out of the dressing room, knowing that whenever Soonyoung was getting his makeup removed, he wanted peace and quiet.

Or so they thought.

"I think this show bested the last," you commented, eyes glimmering as you glanced towards him, massaging the cleansing balm against his forehead gently. He didn't respond, only smiled, his eyes closed as he savored your hands against his face, melting the makeup away with the cream before wiping it off with cotton pads and proceeded with the miscellar water for double cleansing.

It was when you knelt down in front of him, wanting to have a closer look to make sure you were removing every trace of eye makeup since those were stubborn, and Soonyoung locked eyes with you, his voice barely above a whisper as he asked, "Are we alone?"

You nodded once, after looking around the empty dressing and without a second given for you to process, Soonyoung pressed a quick, chaste kiss against your lips. You were caught in a daze, your hand holding the miscellar water soaked cotton pad frozen in the air as you blinked repeatedly. A satisfied grin was found on Soonyoung's lips upon seeing your flustered cheeks, a soft chuckle as he looked down, not being able to look at your adorable facial expression.

He knew that during this time, when he's getting his makeup removed after the concert, was the only time he could be the least bit intimate with you.

"I'd give you more kisses, but my makeup's almost gone," he stated, causing you to roll your eyes.

"We're heading back to hotel, though," you started off, "you have a day-off tomorrow, no?" Soonyoung's eyes widened, assuming what you were insinuating at, as the points of ears turned red. However, despite the indication he was flustered, he boldly leaned forward until the tips of your noses were barely touching.

"Did you have something planned, Y/N?"

Throughout the six months that you and Soonyoung, having the flirty side to your superstar boyfriend come out every once in a while, you'd think you would get used to it but you never could. The sharp glare within his eyes, the slight raise of his eyebrow as he tilted his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips as he holds his gaze with yours.

Your heart raced against your chest, suddenly feeling out of breath as what felt like hours passed, and he broke the silence with an amused laugh.

You glared at him, shoving his shoulder so he leaned back into the chair. "What if someone walked in when you were doing that?"

He only shrugged.

"I can't though," he speaks up, referring to your offer earlier, "the guys wanted to go to a Korean Barbeque tonight, so I won't be joining the others going back to the hotel."

You couldn't help the pout from appearing, whatever he thought you were insinuating wasn't anything… inappropriate, you wanted to rent out a movie so the two of you could watch it together. Although, now, that plan was out of the window, and you will most likely have to spend your night alone.

"Don't drink too much, though, babe," you scolded him, your brows set in a frown when you recall how he gets when he's drunk. Safe to say: a mess.

"I don't plan on drinking too much, either, babe, don't worry," he reassured, his nose scrunching up as he reached out to gently squeeze your cheeks, an endeared smile on his face. "Text me when you've arrived at the hotel, alright?"

So, you did. However, Soonyoung didn't reply immediately and you took the time to get ready for bed. After finishing your night routine, you lied on your bed, scrolling through your Twitter out of boredom, hoping that the lack of gossip would make you fall asleep easier.

Until you saw a viral post circulating under the Hoshi topic (yeah, you follow your boyfriend's topic, you have to be kept updated even though Soonyoung always tells you everything).

"OMG I JUST SAW HOSHI AND EUNBIN AT A KBBQ PLACE! They were so sweet, said hi and left the place together!" The caption to the tweet said, a blurry photo attached.

You zoomed in on the photo, Soonyoung and Eunbin seated across from one another, and you were sure Eunbin was laughing at something your boyfriend said. Upon the realization of who were in the photo, your legs swung from the bed and to the floor, carrying you in front of the room two doors away from you, your fist knocking continuously at the wood. You didn't intend to stop, the person on the otherside knew that. Thus, the door swung open, your fist still knocking in the air.

"What—" Jihoon didn't get to finish before you pushed past him, situating yourself on his couch. The producer froze at his spot, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips as he utters, "Why do you do this to me?"

He glares at you as he sits back at his previous spot (before you barged in), on his bed, his back against the wall behind him. You didn't say anything as you turned your phone screen to his direction, forgetting that you both had a good foot or two between you both, which basically meant your action was futile, he wouldn't be able to see what you were showing him.

"What do you want, Y/N?"

"Soonyoung is with Eunbin." He continued to stare at you; what you said did not answer his question. "How does he know the Eunbin Kwon?"

"Oh my God." Jihoon's patience was testing with you, with the fact you weren't getting to your point, and with the fact that you were disturbing his night-off. "Y/N, can you get to the point?"

You pouted. A part of wished you could talk to anyone else about your relationship with Soonyoung, because you were aware that Jihoon didn't necessarily care about the two of you, or what you were doing, but he is the only that knows of Soonyoung fraternizing with his staff.

He—unfortunately for him—witnessed the two of you canoodling in his studio, when you both thought you were alone.

You locked your phone, eyes averting to your lap as you mumbled, "Do you think I should end it with him?"

"What?" You looked up, repeating the quesiton, and Jihoon's response caused you to freeze. The guy laughed, hard.

Jihoon wiped at the tears forming at his eyes, before looking at you, finding you weren't laughing either and his laugh died down immediately. "Oh, you weren't joking." You rolled your eyes. "Why would you need to do that?"

"I mean, you told me that Soonyoung has said that it's tiring having to hide a relationship, especially because I'm technically his employee," you begun, standing to your feet to walk back and forth as you rambled, "he's also on tour, and working on music with you at the same time, and… and I just think it would be better if he didn't have to hide a relationship, take a weight off his chest, you know?"

"No, I don't know." You glared at him. Jihoon shrugged, "This seems like something you should talk to him about, Y/N, it's your relationship, so why are you asking me?"

You tsked, rolling your eyes, "You're the only one that knows about it, and Soonyoung's out eating barbeque."

His lips parted, an alongated 'ah' echoing, as he nods, "So, he's with Eunbin?" You nodded, the dramatic pout still on your lips. "Wait, don't you like Eunbin?"

"Yes! That's why I asked how does Soonyoung know Eunbin because, oh my God, he's meeting her without me," you ranted, absolutely feeling wronged by your boyfriend, "he knows I follow her on my social media accounts, and she's one of the artists that I really want to do makeup on, and it's just not fair that he gets to meet her before I do."

You were out of breath when you were done, and when you turned to look at Jihoon, he had his earphones in and was lying on his bed, beneath his covers, clearly ignoring you.

You left his room, after flicking his forehead.

Your night was filled with you scrolling through the various tweets Soonyoung's fans had made, expressing their glee over the original poster spotting Eunbin with him, how cute they both looked, how much they hoped they were seeing each other as more than friends, how, quote-on-quote, they were the "couple of the year."

It stung, obviously. To see your boyfriend be shipped with someone else, that wasn't you, it hurt your ego. You had the urge to reply to everyone that Soonyoung is your boyfriend, and he loves you, and only you, but you knew better than to risk his career.

You recalled to the day when Soonyoung asked you to be his girlfriend, how he led the conversation to that point, before you had to explain to him of the risks that you both have to take if you wanted to continue to a serious stage. He knew, he understood, and he gave you the choice to back off if you thought you wouldn't be able to handle it, but alas, love prevailed and you love him too much to let him go.

If you knew he'd then be shipped with your woman crush, maybe you'd reconsider. Just maybe.

However, you love him too much to have him undergo so much stress and pressure with your relationship, that you felt that you had to let him go. He never voiced out how hiding your relationship, having to sneak around behind your co-workers, was a tiring task, but you could see it in his eyes, especially recently with his tour preparations that take a toll on his physical health, along with working on his new music. He was exhausted, and you believed if he didn't have to hide you both, then he'd feel less burdened.

You never liked avoiding him, nor did he ever enjoy being in a relationship without communication, so the next morning, when you knew he'd be out in the gym, you called him. He answered after the second ring.

"Hey, did I wake you?" You asked, even though you knew he was in the gym, you could hear generic pop music in the background.

"No, I'm at the hotel's gym, babe," he answered, the term of endearment causing your chest to swell. He wasn't making this easy for you. "What's up?"

"I'm not disturbing you, am I, Soon?"

"Of course not, I was just finishing up a set," he reassured, and you clenched your teeth, his perky tone an indication he was in a good mood, and you didn't want to ruin that. "Is there something wrong?"

"Maybe we can talk about—"

"We can talk now, no one's here," he stated, then asked again, "Is there something wrong?"

"Uhm…" Your heart was racing against your chest, however, unlike how it usually was when with Soonyoung, it wasn't because of bliss and happiness, but burden, instead. "I-I think we should break up, Soonyoung."

It was radio silent on the other end of the phone, and you had to remove the phone from your ear to make sure he didn't hang up on you. All you could hear was the music playing in the background.

You decided to call out his name, to make sure he was still there. "Soonyoung?"

"Where's your room?"

You sighed silently, relieved, before chuckling awkwardly, "You can't come to my room, what if someone sees?"

"I don't care, where's your room?" You sat up at the edge of your bed, your shoulders tensing immediately upon hearing his sharp tone. He wasn't yelling, but the edge within his voice was enough to send chills down your spine. Soonyoung to you, he wasn't always serious, especially during your relationship. With work, it's expected, and you've never seen him angry, only heard about him getting angry at those that showcased inadequacy with their jobs.

He's never sounded this way to you, so this took you aback.

"Why do you sound so serious?" You knew it was a rhetorical question, but you were stunned.

"How can I not be when you're asking to break up?" He asked you, and you pursed your lips. "Where are you, Y/N?"

"I'm in my room, you don't need to come here, Soonyoung," you told him once again, but he was stubborn, rolling his eyes as he places his hand on his hip. The gym was beginning to fill with other guests, and of course, he knew of the risks if anyone who worked with him were to see him talking to you, that it would cause a ripple effect of endless meetings, rumors, and clarifications.

But he didn't care.

Without telling you, he hung up. If he wasn't going to get your room number from you, he's going to get some way.

Soonyoung spotted Jihoon by the pull-up bars, sighing in relief that he found the only person aware of your relationship. As if sensing him, Jihoon glanced over at Soonyoung, signaling up '254' with his hands, which was your room number, and Soonyoung grinned, nodding at him in gratitude.

Upon reaching your floor, eyes scanning the numbers on the doors, Soonyoung noticed a group of other stylists he recognized walking from down the hall. As expected, they noticed him as well, bowing to him before one asked, "Soonyoung-ah, why are you here?"

"I'm here to see Y/N." He spoke with confidence, "Do you know where room 254 is?" The four of the stylists were still processing his reason, another one extending their hand to point at your door before Soonyoung bowed, thanking them and left them stunned in their spot.

Ignoring them, he knocked at your door, it immediately being pulled open and you stared at him in shock.

"Soonyoung, what—" You stopped talking when you noticed a head peek towards the two of you in your peripheral vision, instinctively reaching out and pulling Soonyoung into your room, the door being slammed shut right after.

Nice, that was not suspicious at all, Y/N, you cursed yourself internally, resting your back against the door.

"They saw us, Soonyoung!"

"So?"

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head. "So? What do you mean 'so'?"

"What do you mean by breaking up?" he retaliated, taking a step towards you. "Seriously, Y/N, we were fine last night, and all of a sudden you call me to break up? Does that make any sense?"

You froze in front of me, staring back his sharp glare like a deer caught in headlights. Of course it doesn't make sense, but you didn't know what else to say. The guilt of how much this relationship was burdening him had eaten you alive throughout the night, and seeing people's response over him with Eunbin, it just added the fuel.

"No, of course I know it doesn't make sense, but—" you shook your head, not wanting to cry in front of me, "—I just want to see you happy, Soonyoung, and- and I don't think you're happy with having to hide this relationship, you deserve better than this..."

He stared at you for a brief moment before exhaling a sigh, letting his head drop low. Wordlessly, he moved towards your bed, pulling out his phone and there was a good five or so minutes of you watching him scroll through his phone, before typing something and then locking the screen. His eyes averted to yours as he stuffs his phone back in its pocket, leaning back on his arms.

"Check your phone." Was all he said. Your eyebrows pulled together, unlocking your screen and seeing an Instagram notification stating that Soonyoung had just tagged you in a photo. You glanced up at him, not liking where this was going, before opening the notification.

'Against all odds' was the caption to a blurry photo of you that he took on one of your nights out, your Instagram handle clearly tagged on the picture that he posted on his official and very-much public account with his millions of followers and fans.

"Soonyoung—"

"I'm happiest when I'm with you, Y/N," he utters, approaching you and capturing your face in his hands, your eyes locked on one another. "Yes, it's tiring having to hide our relationship, but that didn't mean I was ever tired of you."

"They're going to fire you," you muttered, tears welling up in your eyes.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, "I'd like to see them try honestly."

"They're going to fire me, too."

"Then, they'll have to get rid of me," he states, a soft smile on his lips, "because wherever you go, I'll be there to follow, Y/N. I love you too much to let you go."

You smile at him, leaning forward to press a soft kiss on his. His hands moved the side of your neck, keeping your lips against his, wanting to deepen the touch, but you pushed his shoulders back, a question still lingering in your thoughts. "But, babe, wait."

"Hmm?"

"How do you know Eunbin?" He tilts his head to the side. "I saw a post last night say that you were with her... which kind of led to me spiraling into an overthinking mess, but, how do you know her?"

"Oh... Eunbinnie?" Your brows furrowed together at the nickname. "What, did you think I was on a date with her?"

You shrugged, pouting slightly, "People ship you guys."

He immediately cringes at that thought, "Ew, why would they ship me with my cousin?"

Your neck almost snapped upon hearing that. "C-cousin?"

"Distant cousins, but we recently reached out to one another because she has a show here, too," he explains, before realizing, "didn't you say you had a crush on her?"

You nodded, with a sigh. "Kind of half-wishing you'd break up with me and introduce me to her, you know?" Soonyoung's mouth drops open, clear disbelief written all over his face, and when you noticed you chuckled, waving him off, "I'm kidding, Soonyoung... but you would do that for me, wouldn't you?"

He scoffs, looking around the room in disbelief before locking eyes with you. "You're unbelievable, Y/N."

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