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he's just a baby 🐯🥺👉👈

baby 🐯

❤︎ hoshi & latte ‬♥︎

he's just a baby 🐯

🐯 hoshi's legendary shot

hoshi-nception

im sad coz it's gonna be a while before we get ot13 again but at least i got my wish of a ttt with ot13 manifest 💎

snow day - ksy

content : bf!soonyoung x gn!reader ; fluff , humour ; 1.1k words ; no warnings ^^ - soonyoung wants to go on a snowy walk. an : please give feedback by reblogging / sending in thoughts and suggestions !

“baby look! it's snowing!” soonyoung shouted out, his nose wrinkling up as he sniffled thanks to the warm meal you cooked him. he looked really cute, his favourite loungey grey hoodie paired with some black sweatpants really contradicted his constant energetic mood.

“you’re right!” your face lit up, happy to see the little snowflakes falling down for the first time this year. he adored you, the way you’d always respond with just as much excitement and energy even if you were having a bad day. as you sat down in front of him, he immediately picked up a spoon of the soup and brought it to your lips. “its your food soonyoung.” 

“yeah but its just so good, you have to eat it!” he giggled out with lots of enthusiasm - he really did want you to try your own delicious cooking, “plus you need to eat before we go outside!”

“we’re going outside?” you hummed, taking the spoon of soup in your mouth, the warmth heating up your cheeks in an instant. he quickly took the hair falling on your face and as carefully as he could, placed it behind your ear. he always made sure to take care of you as if you were a porcelain doll because to him, you indeed were his doll.

of course you were going to go outside. soonyoung wouldn’t miss a walk in the snow with his favourite person even if it meant he was going to die the next day. at least he’d die with his heart full of your love, he thought. “yes! we can go to the marketplace, we need to restock on veggies anyway, right?” you nodded, looking back at him as he spoke so excitedly. you’d think he won the lottery with the amount of emotion in his voice, mouth curling up, his eyes smiling too. 

in just minutes, he managed to finish the food and clean up, already in his boots and big black coat when you walked over to the door of your apartment. “dress warmly, its cold outside.” he muttered to you as you were picking out a coat. acknowledging his comment, you decided on a pretty white coat he bought you a while ago - ‘you need a warmer coat! you will get sick if you keep wearing your other ones.’ you remember him saying as he gifted you it. 

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soonyoung has always been a thoughtful boyfriend. he always made sure you had everything you needed, from coats and jewellery to light kisses on days you were unwell. it didn’t surprise you when he told you he already had everything on him so you both could leave to the market immediately. when you stepped out of the apartment building after a (cute) interaction in the elevator consisting of him humming christmas songs for you, you both gasped in awe. it had only been a little over twenty minutes since you had checked the view outside, but the snow had covered the entire floor and layed on top of the remaining leaves of the trees.

you felt a hand sneak to yours, fingers interlocking together in silence. it didn’t take long for them to lose contact again as your boyfriend let go to run at a pile of fresh snow, bundling it up into a snowball with an evil grin on his face. you knew better than to run, last year you tried to run instead of fighting back - it only got you face first into a mass of snow with soonyoung laughing his ass off before hurrying to ask if you were okay. (apart from a frozen face and a new embarrassing story soonyoung is sure to tell his friends, you were indeed okay).

you ducked down to grab your own snowball, ready to get the revenge you were seeking all this time. his throw was miserable, it was off by at least three metres, and so you snickered as he huffed with that endearing pout of his. instead of comforting his sulkiness, you threw the snowball at him, hitting his shoulder. “woah.. don’t start something you know you can’t win!” you heard him yell before kneeling back down, ready to fight back. and fight back he did, throwing snowballs at you for a solid ten minutes before you came up to him saying that his throws were actually a little too powerful and they did hurt you, to which he immediately apologised with a soft kiss.

he returned to embracing his palm into yours, shoving them both into his coat pocket and swearing you’ll both be warmer that way. you didn’t argue back, content with your boyfriends random acts of fondness. you both entered the marketplace to be greeted with pretty christmas decorations everywhere. soonyoung pointed out a large gingerbread man stand that he swore looked like chan, then a bear statue that he compared to wonwoo. and then he pointed at the massive tree that hurt your eyes to look at but was impressive anyways, especially since you’re used to looking at the very poorly decorated one at home, which you still love since your boyfriend helped you with it. 

as he was walking around admiring the decorations one by one like a little kid excited for candy, you were picking out the vegetables you originally went there for, picking up a sweet treat to surprise your boyfriend with later. he didn’t have to know just yet, he had more important things to be doing. (continuing to take photos of the various statues and sending photos of them to his friends).

“lets go soonie.” you interlocked your arm with his, dragging him out the store as he didn’t seem to want to leave just yet, having a whole section of penguin decorations and candy canes to still look at. “we can always come back another day.” you tell him with a convincing smile, one that manages to make him follow you in an instant.

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it was now chillier, the wind a little stronger and the snow heavier. soonyoung couldn’t help but admire how perfect you looked in that moment, a red nose with snowflakes sticking to your hair. he wondered if you looked this ethereal to everyone else too, if everyone else noticed the way your lips curled when he pulled you closer, if everyone else saw how happy you looked to be by his side. not anyone else's, just his.

but it didn’t matter, because he noticed. he noticed how your head rested against his shoulder, he saw how your eyes struggled to stay open as you walked hand in hand, he studied the way your chest rose then a puff of condensed vapour left your lips soon after. 

“lets go on another walk tomorrow.” you heard him voice.

you really liked the idea - in fact you loved it.

“okay.”

an 2 : for @alsktudy my lovely!! husband mingyu dedicated to me,,, boyfriend soonyoung dedicated to you!!! merry christmas (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

❁ pictures you've taken of your boyfriend, soonyoung

More of the boyfriend pictures series

kwon hochi

hoshi ✧ _world band live session

. ☘︎ ݁˖ ༺ ENTHRALLED 𓍢ִ໋ ⛫💨⋅ ˚₊ 🫧༺ ━━ "your scent, so captiving. Drawing me in, closer and closer like a siren call."

𝒩ow playing ━━ ♫ ໂSolo by Jay Park

pairing ۪ ࣪ ִ ٫ ٫ ◌ ۪stranger!hoshi x stranger!fem reader 세븐틴 호시,, genre ✄۫ ָ֢ ⬫๑⠀ﾟ⠀`fluff, sfw, romance, blind date, strangers to lovers, love at first sight . ⠀ﾟ ᶻ𝘇𐰁 ! warnings ꒰ ⑅๑ none!! ೀ⍵᷼𝗍𝗍᷼ ✽ ۪ ⊹ wc ⍵᷼ 𝗍 ~ 1.7k

𝓚𝓲𝓶'𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝔃 ; Hello dearest!! >< Thanks for showing love and support to my first soonie fic!! I'm gonna cry with tears full of happiness T v T because of you, I became more confident to make my second fic!! Hope you'll enjoy this too. muahh~💗💕

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"Ughhhhhhhhhh…" Soonyoung sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. "Stupid blind date," he muttered under his breath, his thumb swiping aimlessly on his phone screen. Just hours before, he was peacefully asleep in his cozy bed, cuddled up with his beloved tiger plushie, when his mother suddenly barged into his room, violently awakening him from his tranquil slumber.

"I didn't even sign up for this," he exhaled. Soonyoung couldn't help but feel annoyed as he remembered the events leading up to this moment. His mother had been pestering him to go on a blind date, set up by her best friend. He had tried to resist, but his mother, being as stubborn as always, insisted that it would be good for him to meet new people. 

Feeling both frustrated and bored, he plugged in his earphones and started listening to Solo by Jay Park. As he immersed himself, the café bell rang, signaling the arrival of someone. Caught off guard, Soonyoung turned towards the sound instinctively, his gaze meeting yours.

Soonyoung couldn't help but be captured by you as you approached him. It wasn't your appearance that had him mesmerized, but rather the sweet and enticing scent of the fragrance you wore. There was something about your scent—a sweet, enticing vanilla fragrance—that seemed to pull him in. He discreetly took a deep breath, savoring the aroma that seemed to wrap around him with every step you took. 

"Hi," you said. Greeting him with a smile. "You must be Soonyoung, right? It's nice to meet you. I'm Y/N."

You noticed that Soonyoung seemed lost in thought and unresponsive. Wanting to get his attention, you jokingly waved your hand in front of him. "Hello? Earth to Hoshi!" you teased. 

Caught off guard, Hoshi blinked twice, shaking himself out of his reverie.

"S-sorry about that, and yes, I'm Soonyoung, but who are you?" He asked, still dazed and unaware that you were his blind date.

You chuckled slightly, somewhat surprised that he hadn't recognized you yet. It was as if he had completely forgotten about the arrangements for your blind date. Deciding to clarify the situation, you replied, "I'm your date."

A few seconds of realization passed before his eyes widened slightly, and he repeated, "You're my date?" With a smile, you nodded in affirmation, "Yes, the one who you were supposed to meet for this date." You explained it gently.

Hoshi's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he apologized for not realizing who you were earlier. "Oh my god, sorry," he stuttered. "Oh, don't worry about it," you reassure him with a comforting smile. 

"Everyone makes mistakes." In truth, you find his endless apologies adorable, and his genuine remorse only adds to his charm. "Let me buy you something," he offers, determined to show you how genuinely sorry he is.

"Sure." you replied, accepting his offer without hesitation. "What would you like?" he asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice, as if afraid you might not like what he picked out.

"Anything would be fine." you reassured him, sensing his uncertainty.

He then said, "Okay. I'll be back in afew minutes." and turned to leave.

Minutes passed by as you waited for his return. You couldn't help but feel a little lonely without Soonyoung. It was as if Soonyoung had an innate ability to make others feel comfortable and at ease in his presence. You found yourself strangely drawn to him, unable to put your finger on why he had this effect on you.

Suddenly, you sensed a presence behind you, and as you turned around you find out the person is Soonyoung. A smile tugged at your lips as he approached you with a drink and cake in his hands. "Took you so long there." you teased him with a playful tone, your hand resting casually on your chin as you looked up at him. Soonyoung rolled his eyes at you, but you could see the hint of a smile on his face, betraying his feigned irritation.

"Can't cut the line though," he replied.

"Oh, and what's that?" you asked curiously, gesturing towards the drinks he held in his hand.

"For you," he answered, still unsure if you would like what he had chosen. "I don't know what to get you, so I just ordered like how I usually get." he explained as he handed you the cup, which you assumed as coffee.

"Thank you," you said, taking the cup from him and bringing it to your lips. Soonyoung watched anxiously as you took the first sip, praying silently that it was to your liking.

"Latte?" you asked, your eyebrows slightly furrowing as you considered the taste. Soonyoung held his breath, waiting for your verdict.

"Does it…taste good?" he inquired, his eyes searching your face for any indication of approval. You took a moment to fully appreciate the flavor, the rich aroma of the coffee filling your senses. To his relief, your face brightened as you finally answered.

"It actually tastes better than I expected!" you exclaimed, your eyes still locked on the cup as you continued to relish the drink. Soonyoung let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing at your positive reaction.

"Latte is my favorite." you added, your eyes meeting his for a brief moment. Soonyoung's heart skipped a beat as his expression softened at your words. "Really?" he asked, unable to hide the surprise in his voice. He hadn't expected you to reveal such a personal preference, and the revelation took him off guard.

"Yes. How about you?" you questioned, looking at him with curiosity. "Actually… Latte is my favorite too…" he admitted, a hint of shyness in his voice. Your eyes widened with excitement upon hearing his answer. "Really?!" you exclaimed, not expecting him to share the same interest.

Soonyoung nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah…" he affirmed. You suddenly had an idea. "Let's play a game," you suggested, an impish gleam in your eyes.

Soonyoung raised an eyebrow. "What game?" he asked curiously, leaning closer to you as he waited for your explanation. "We need to say our favorite thing at the same time," you explained, the excitement in your voice evident. "Sounds fun," Hoshi agreed, his expression lighting up. "So..are you ready to join in Mr.Kwon?" you asked, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

Soonyoung chuckled at your sudden formalities, "Mr.Kwon,' huh? You're being quite formal." He leaned closer to you, a smirk playing on his lips. But he quickly composed himself and declared, "But yes, I'm ready to play."

"Okay so..1..2..3! Movie!" you shouted.

"Pirates of the carribbean!" The two of you shared a quick glance, finding further familiarity in each other's answers.

"Colour!"

"Black and white!"

"Favourite singer?!" you asked eagerly, anticipating his answer.

"Beyonce!" Soonyoung answered without hesitation.

"Oh my god we're the same!!" you exclaimed, your eyes widening in disbelief. Soonyoung chuckled at your reaction, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Seems like we have more in common than we thought," he remarked, his gaze holding yours warmly

"I can't believe this, we really do like the same things." you replied, your heart racing slightly at the sheer coincidence of your similar taste.

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence, filled with the knowledge that you had more in common than expected. However, a sudden awkwardness settled in the air, and Soonyoung, feeling responsible for the change in atmosphere, tried to break the tension by asking about your perfume.

"By the way, what perfume did you use? I-I'm sorry if it's a bit sudden, I was just curious… Just… just pretend like I never asked." He trailed off, suddenly feeling embarrassed about the question. "S-sorry about that..I…"

"Kayali. The Vanilla one." you replied calmly, cutting off his rambling. "W-what?" he asked back.

"Kayali." you repeated as you take a bite of the cake that he bought earlier. "Why?" you asked.

"Nothing..It, smells good."

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Your date with Soonyoung had gone incredibly well, but unfortunately, time flew by really quickly and it was time to part ways. "Let me take you home," Soonyoung offered, rummaging through his pockets for his car keys.

"No, no. It's okay. I'll just take a taxi," you reassured him. “Are you sure?” he asked, still concerned.

“Yes, I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself,” you affirmed, giving him a confident smile. "Alright then," he said, but he still wanted to make sure you got home safely.

"But let me at least accompany you until the taxi arrives." he offered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Okay," you agreed, appreciating his concern. Together, you both walked together to the taxi stand, the sound of your's and Soonyoung's footsteps echoing through the quiet street. As you both arrived at the taxi stand, Soonyoung finally broke the silence.

"Before you go, I was wondering…can I have your phone number?" he asked, his eyes locking yours. You were startled by the sudden request, but a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Sure," you replied, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest.

"Great," Soonyoung breathed, his shoulders visibly relaxing.

He quickly entered your phone number into his own phone, his fingers moving nimbly across the screen.

"There," he said, showing you his phone screen with your contact information listed. "Now I have your number. Thanks." he said, his voice is soft and sincere. Just then, a taxi pulled up to the stand. You turned to look at the waiting vehicle, then back at him.

"I guess that's my ride," you said, a hint of reluctance in your tone.

Soonyoung nodded, taking a step back to give you space. "Yeah, I guess so.." he replied, his expression mirroring your own feelings.

Thanks for today," you said, feeling grateful for the wonderful time you had together. "Your welcome." he replied.

As you were reaching to open the taxi door, you felt a gentle but firm grip around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. As you turned around, you were suprised to see Soonyoung.

"Wait…" he said, his voice soft but insistent. You looked back at him, curious about what he had to say.

"Tell me if you're free next time. I would love to know you more."

"Oh, and," he added, his tone casual. "Don't forget to wear that perfume you wore today. It smells good."

A/N : sorry for my cramp ending TT...I was in a rush...but honestly, I have a lot of fun in writing this ^^

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need to know - k. soonyoung

»boyfriend!¡kwon soonyoung x fem!¡reader.

»Summary: you just wanted to dance all night long, but the night had other plans for you.

»Tags: smut (MDNI), pet names, establish relationship, chocking, exhibitionistm, dirty talk (I suck at this, I’m not joking), degradation…?, sex in public, bulge kink kind of, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, it’s a little nasty at the end ngl, kinda mean dom!soonyoung, sub!reader.

»Words: 1.7k

note: This concept of Kwon Soonyoung makes me scream in my pillow every night. Need to know was my most played song in 2021.

note 2: Any typo or incoherence that you might find was completely intentional, it’s for the sake of learning about my mistakes.

Your pink mini-skirt danced gracefully with you, stroking your plump thighs softly, fabric barely covering your ass, chest moving slowly, contrasting with the voluptuous motions of your hips.

You felt aroused, only looking for your boyfriend's gaze from the bar counter, you were the one who proposed to go out to dance, but Soonyoung, even though he liked to dance was not in the mood to do it that day, but you were willing to make his cock raise proud, as if you had telekinesis.

You felt someone behind you, but you were certain that it wasn’t your boyfriend, you were going to get away from him but an evil thought crossed your filthy mind, you decided to use the disrespectful guy whom was gripping grossly tight your waist with his flagrant sticky and sweaty hands, you wanted to provoke your boyfriend, but his reaction was taking long that you expected and you were starting to get utterly disgusted by the stranger.

Still it was thrilling, you knew what was coming after this stunt you just made. The movements of your hips were exaggerated, while your hands were placed over the other guy. Gross.

It was extremely uncomfortable to feel the unfamiliar hands travel your body with that intimacy, but at the same time you shiver at the feel of Soonyoung's strong gaze over you. So he finally saw you.

The foreign hands disappeared, being replace for your boyfriend’s hot and heavy touch, you could hear clearly how Soonyoung shouted with rage “Fuck off”. A chill ran down your back, you knew perfectly what was coming and you were so fucking prepared for the consequences of your actions.

His hands were squeezing your waist so tightly, and you were sure the silhouette of his fingers was going to be engraved in your skin in a purplish color by tomorrow. His warm breath felt delicious over the back of your neck, body’s so close you could feel all of him pressed against you. Soonyoung tongue caressed your ear feeling the cold metal of your piercings.

“Did you like provoking me while grinding against that bastard like a fucking slut in heat?” He whispered, one of his hands getting to the hem of your pinky skirt, thighs clenching together at the familiar feeling striking your cunt, his digits travelled over your soft skin, and under your skirt, fingers stroking the fabric of your lingerie.

The darkness of the place played in your favour, no one seemed like they were able to see a thing, or maybe they were just enjoying the show, perhaps they were doing the same with their partners.

The rough palms of Soonyoung caressed your cunt over the silky fabric of your underwear, making you stutter in his arms, his left hand rested on your neck choking you slightly, enough to make you moan at the pressure, you could feel your slick starting soak the thin fabric of you lingerie, you were dripping like a faucet and you needed a plumber to help you fix the problem, most definitely.

His cold fingers sneaked inside your underwear, digits now dripping wet in your arousal, you shivered thrilled with his fingers now rubbing circles in your swollen and needy clit, your hips wouldn’t stop moving anxious due to the strokes that started to become faster and faster, putting more pressure in the delicate bud of nerves, his middle fingers travelled to your core, making his ways inside of you, your hands gripped his wrist tightly, retaining a guttural moan that was building up in your throat.

His ring finger joined inside, now both digits were playing in your warm embrace, rubbing into all the good spots inside of you, while his palm was fondling your clit, his fingers scissoring you, stretching your velvety walls. Your moans slipped from your mouth uncontrollably, and you were so glad that the music was so loud, otherwise everyone would notice how your boyfriend was finger fucking the life out of you.

“You pussy so cute and so wet for me, I can feel your cunt so deliciously tight around my fingers” he whispered in your ear, curling his fingers and tightening the grip in your neck “Come on, baby, beg me for it and I will give it to you” the kiss below your ear makes you gasp, breathing was starting to become difficult “Beg for me, just like the cockslut you are” a high pitch moan escape from you when his fingers stretched more inside of you, the burning feeling only making you wish for more.

“Please, please, I need you” you whine desperately, head pressed against his chest, arching your back and moving your hips, feeling the hard on in the base of your back.

“It turns you on, huh?” His hoarse voice behind you contrasted with he sensual music that was playing now, hand that was fingering you, now unzipping his pants hurriedly“I’m going to fuck you infront of all these people and you are soaking wet for it”

He lifted your skirt and moved your underwear to the side, you felt the fabric tear in your skin, and sighed at it, his cock was caressing your sticky folds, spreading all your juices on his shaft, sliding easily on your lips.

“God, you’re so ready for me” he purred, and without thinking twice he thrusted inside of you groaning satisfied after bottoming you out, a loud and guttural moan break from you, due to the force and the toughness of the thrust it kind of burned, but it burned so good that the coil that been building in your belly increased enormously.

“Ooh, baby, you’re so perfect, so good for me” Soonyoung’s dancer hips pistoned with an animalistic pace, biting your lips was starting to become a poor attempt to muffle some of your whimpers, even the wet and lewd sound was beginning to echo over the music in your ears.

Your velvety walls were clenching around Soonyoung’s dick, making him groan satisfied, the sound of his voice caressing your ears like honey, almost triggering your desired orgasm.

The pleasure filled your insides and your clit wouldn’t stop pulsating under Soonyoung insisting rubs, left hand gripping firmly your neck taking your breath away, the coil in you belly was so close to bursting, your hips trembling and colliding with his that wouldn’t stop pistoning into you, every thrust tougher than the other.

At some point, both of his hands rested on your belly, pressing not tight but just enough to make you see stars over your head like a pretty halo, his dick jammed inside of you and the pressure of his hands made you feel like your guts were being rearranged, everything was hot and narrow, your lips were bright red and glossy, you thought that tomorrow they would hurt so bad.

Soonyoung kept hammering into you, one hand pressing your stomach and the other taking your breath away once again, while his hips drilled into you fast and messy, your so desired orgasms stroke through you, body jerking forward as you howled in pleasure, while he kept grunting on the damp skin of your nape, and finally he let go of you neck. He plumped himself dry into you, painting your insides white.

And perhaps it was because you were on a public place or maybe it was the fact that your boyfriend just was exceptionally good at fucking you, but if he wasn’t holding you tight, you would be in the floor due to the overstimulation.

“Fuck, I think we need to go home” he said getting out of you slowly, hearing you whine in the process, now he was fixing his pants and holding tight onto you.

The words could get out of your mouth properly, you only remained clinging onto Soonyoung’s arm while his still warm cum travelled in the soft skin between your thighs, your cunt was sore, even then you could feel his dick inside of you, making you shudder, your legs were all wobbly and the sticky load was peeking from the edge of your skirt. Soonyoung felt bad about it and wiped it as much as he could with his hand, and then he fixed your underwear so his cum wouldn’t go anywhere.

You tried to walk while grabbing your boyfriend’s shirt tightly, but your legs just gave up and a mini scream came out when you felt like falling on your face.

“Sonnie, I can’t, my legs” you said, stuttering looking at your boyfriend with shining eyes because of the tears, still moaning quietly trying to stand still.

He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and a smirk, satisfied of having fucked you so well you couldn’t even walk, but still he felt a little -just a little- bad for you, maybe he was to rough, you liked it though.

Chuckling Soonyoung gave you one last look full of joy and breathed out surrendering.

“Come on, pretty, I’ll carry you” he said before lifting you into bridal style, making you feel as light as a feather. “When we get home, I’ll make us a warm bath and I’ll clean you up very well, it’s okay, honey?” He asked in a childish tone, making you laugh and nod at the same time.

Once you were outside the club, Soonyoung made sure to put you in the passenger seat carefully but still a gasp came out of you, he zipped your belt and closed your door, and then he went to his seat.

During the drive home, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit tense because of the sticky mess in between your legs, but still the light burn in your core felt quite pleasant making your cunt pulsate.

When you finally where in front of your house, you sighted “Next time instead of fucking in the middle of the dance floor, better drag me to the car and fuck my brains out here” the embarrassment was starting to kick in, the liquid confidence losing its effects.

Soonyoung looked at you with a crooked smile "why next time when I can do it right now?"

Tiger love

word count: ?

pairing: idol!hoshi x idol!oc (named Hyejin)

summary: the lifestyle of an idol was hard, even more so when relationships were involved within public knowledge. But, maybe, you two were just lucky

warning: not revised, little angst (?), fluff

disclaimer: just watched Hoshi in Even Though There's Nothing To Eat and this came up :) anyways, English is not my first language, so apologies in advance.

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Lee YoungJi glanced at the camera crew and back to the man sitting next to her.

"I love Pledis so much. I love Pledis and Hyejin so much," Hoshi cried and turned to YoungJi. "You know why?"

"Why?"

"She is the best person in the whole world. She supported me through everything, you know? I am really really grateful and lucky to have her. She loves me and accepts me like I am, even though I am weird"

"You're not weird!" YounJi was quick to said. "Your personality is unique and that makes you really cool"

Hoshi sniffed, "Really?"

"Of course! Don't cry, Hyejin will kill me if she knows you are crying here," she laughed, and Hoshi giggled at the idea of his beloved frowning face.

Then he remembered she was not there and pouted, "I miss her"

"That's right, she is on tour, right?"

"Hm," he nodded, "She's in Europe right now," he smiled proudly his eyes searched the camera, and looking directly at it, he said, "Lunar fighting!"

YoungJi clapped and urged them to do it together again.

The clip ended with the two with bright smiles and Hyejin couldn't help her own.

"Woah, this was so cute," the female host said turning to look at Hyejin.

Finishing the promotion for their latest album, Hyejin and two other members were inviting to a radio show to talk about music, life and news.

"So cute," her fellow member squealed, putting a hand on her heart. Hyejin rolled her eyes light heartedly.

"Is this your first time watching it, Hyejin?" the male host asked.

"No, I have watched it before," she said adjusting herself on the chair.

"She cried when she watched it," the other member, Nari, snitched.

"Yah"

"Really?" the female host asked.

"Yah..." Hyejin glared at Nari before sighed. "I little," she confessed and the hosts urged her to tell more. "We were in China when the episode aired and had just come back from the show when I saw all the mentions and hashtags trending. I was only able to see what was going on when we got to the hotel and I watched the edits on Twitter about this clip. I don't know... it made me tear up," she shrugged trying to not make a big deal off it.

"Aw... You and Hoshi have been together for quite some time, right? Do you mind sharing how you two met"

"Oh, hm..." she glanced at her manager, seeking approval from her. Once she got a nod, she continued. "There was a dance collaboration with 96' liners and we were both invited to participate alongside Twice's Sana and Momo, NCT U's Ten, and Seventeen's. Jun. We all became friends really fast, and SoonYoung and I just kind of hit it off... Oh, it is really weird telling you that," she said with an awkward laugh.

Even though it has been a year since the relationship was outed and confirmed, it still felt weird to talk about it openly.

"You two seek to have such a nice relationship. It's really clear in the way he talked about you on the show," the host said referring to the clip they just watched.

"Yeah, I mean..." Hyejin breathed in for a moment. "I feel like we were really lucky. When we started dating there was always this... tension? Like, there was always this fear off getting caught and put on the spotlight for something we were not ready to share with the world... We knew that with out careers it was almost inevitable that it would happen someday, but it actually gave me so much anxiety." she chuckled. "Everytime we got out I was anxious because in the back of my head I was thinking 'maybe there is someone watching us. Maybe the is someone taking videos, taking pictures, and tomorrow when I wake up it will be chaos"

Hyejing cleared her throat, feeling a little comforted by her member taking in her hand and the others nodding along.

"Unfortunately it happened when we least expected," she said, remembering the chaos the internet became when blurry photos of a date night between her and Hoshi came out. "When I said that I feel we were lucky, I mean in a sense of the support we received when everything went down. Both of our fans were mostly supportive of us and were happy that we were happy. Of course, not everyone had nice things to say, but I was really thankful to see them supporting us and asking others to respect our privacy"

"It must have been so overwhelming," the female host commented with a frown. "It's really sad how some people still think is ok to expose these things."

"Yeah. Even public figures should have the respect of some privacy," her male counterpart added.

"It really was. SoonYoung and I were scared in the beginning, but the amount of love and positive feedback we got made us more confident and comfortable in confirming everything."

"And it was one hell of a confirmation," the male host laughed, making everyone join as Hyejin looked down embarrassed.

After weeks of speculation in both fandoms and the kpop world, Hoshi and Hyejin, as well as their companies agreed to confirm the relationship. They were together for two years and no plans on changing that anytime soon, and since the public generally received the possible situation better than they expected, they agreed it would be better to just confirm. Although the couple were clear it didn't meant they would be sharing much of their relationship online and asked their companies to make it known on their statements.

It would be a total of four statements. Both companies as well as their own personal posts, and it would be published after the award show.

Hyejin's group would be performing and Seventeen would be present on the event as well.

It only took a couple of seconds at the end of their performance act to make everyone, both present and online to go wild. It was no news to everyone the rumors going on about Hyejin and Hoshi, some idols already knew the facts, some didn't. But during the ending fairy, when the camera panned to Hyejin, she stared at it for a brief moment before putting her hand near her face in a claw motion and moving her lips in what could be translated as 'Horanghae', giving the camera a quick wink before she started laughing"

"It was iconic!" her fellow member said remembering the scene. "Almost gave me a heart attack though"

"You didn't know?"

"No! I don't think anyone knew"

"I didn't tell anyone," Heyjin confirmed. "It was a spur kind moment," she chuckled.

"And it went down to history," the host commented. "Thinking about it, your personalities match so well!" he said and the other host laughed, agreeing with him.

"They are so alike, but really different at the same time," your member said. "They complement each other really well"

Hyejin smiled at the comment, feeling giddy as she remembered of him.

"Ayy, look at her all blushy," your other member teased making everyone laugh.

"Aish, stop"

"You guys are really strong, huh?"

Hyejin nodded, "I think everything we've been through made us closer and stronger. It's really weird saying it out loud, because I have never been one to believe in soul mates or anything like that, you know? But then I met him and... I don't know..."

"You think you were just meant to be?"

Hyejin nodded, a silly smile appearing on her face, prompting another round of teasing.

"Yah, enough enough," she laughed, ready to move on from the topic.

"Before we move on to another topic," the male host turned to Hyejin, "Hyejin, do you have any message for our tiger boy?"

"Oh boy..." she chuckled embarrassed. "Okay," she turned to one of the cameras filming them. "SoonYoung-ah, I hope you have been eating well. I hope to see you soon, I miss you. Fighting. Seventeen, fighting!"

...

Hyejin let the door close behind her as she moved to take off her shoes. Tour and promotions were finally over and she had some time to rest before everything began again.

"Baby?" she called walking further into her apartment.

It was already late into the night, but the kitchen lights were on and the shoes by the doors indicated she wasn't alone in the house.

Moving towards her room, she stopped in her tracks as soon as she caught sight of the sleeping buddle on her bed.

Slowly, she made her way towards it and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her boyfriend sleeping peacefully. He had a pout and she felt her heart clench with just how cute he looked at the moment.

Carefully she started running her hands over his hair, "Soonie, wake up," she called, watching him move a bit but no motion of waking up. "Baby," her hand moved to his face, "It's time to wake up,"

A few more calls and she caught on the slight motion under his closed eyelids and the tremble in the corner of his lips with threatening smile. He was messing with her.

"Baby tiger, I'm home," she mumbled, kissing the corner of his lips. It has been a few months since the last time they were able to physically see each other, and talking about their relationship on the radio interview made her eager to see him even more.

Hoshi mumbled, a tired smile appearing as his eyes slowly opened. His eyes were so beautiful and he looked so cute that Hyejin just wanted to hold him tight and never let go.

"Jinnie?"

She hummed, "It's me, honey"

The smile on his face stretched lazily. In a fraction of an second Hyejin was laying next to him with Hoshi's leg trapped over her and his head nuzzling on her neck, breathing in her scent as he hugged her as close as he could.

"Finally," he mumbled. "Missed you"

"I missed you too, so much" she moved as best as she could so she could hold him as well.

"Are you hungry? Did you eat?" he asked tiredly, hands caressing her back softly.

Hyejin hummed, "Me and the girls stopped to eat before they dropped me here"

"Good," he nuzzled further, placing a kiss on her neck. "Cuddles and sleep then," he said moving around to allow her under the covers, only to attach himself on her as soon as she was comfortable.

"I like the idea," she sighed contently, basking on his warmth.

"Good... Tomorrow I'll rock your world"

The laugh that fell from her lips made Hoshi smile against her, placing one last kiss on her skin as he felt sleep overtaking.

"I love that idea"

"Good... I love you, babe"

"I love you, tiger baby"

just a moment with you

pairing: hoshi x gn!reader

wc: 3.8k

summary: after a series of disasters, you find yourself on a long-winded detour from your senior trip with kwon soonyoung, local life of the party and the boy you may have just a little tiny crush on.

or the one where you fall in love with the boy you've fallen in love with every friday night.

notes: college!au, fluff, humor, friends to lovers, lots of alcohol mentions and romcom cliches

originally written for mads's @neonun-au birthday, and thank you to madison (@heartkyeom), vampy (@vampyrescript) , and eva (@bfwonu) for helping with edits!

It wasn't supposed to go like this.

You'd like to say you awoke to the smell of sandalwood, maybe room service or a foot massage.

Instead, you're roused by a hand cramp and the dull smack of your head against the window of Soonyoung's sedan as he speeds over what may be the deepest pothole you've seen in your entire adult life.

"Shit..." You blink, bleary-eyed, at the clock (4:39 PM, a full hour after you were supposed to get to the hotel), and then at Soonyoung, who's humming along to your music and driving with one hand as if absolutely nothing is wrong.

You've noticed he hasn't stolen the aux cord from you even though you were supposed to switch off ages ago. It's one of the many small graces you've noticed from him today—you almost forgive him for letting you sleep through the entirety of the playlist you curated specifically for this trip. He lifted your bag into the back of his car (fair, because it was embarrassingly heavy), bought you Starbucks (he probably needed the stars or something), and didn't lose his patience when you asked him the nth question about ballet (you have no explanation for this one. If you were him, you definitely would have lost it the fifth time you had to explain what a jeté was.).

Yet again, you feel like something more than just a casual friend in the leftovers car on your senior trip.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty," he chirps. "Sleep well?"

You gaze out the window, watching the ribbon of green trees unfurl over the sprawling asphalt road. Once you get past Soonyoung's obvious speeding, it's nice, perfect even.

Until you remember you're on a trip to the beach. Not the middle of the forest.

"Soonyoung?"

"Yeah?"

"Where exactly are we?"

Without thinking, Soonyoung replies blithely, "I don't know. When you were asleep, Jeonghan called me and told me to detour and make a pit stop somewhere down this highway." A near comedic pause. "Also my phone's dead."

Then the music stops, signaling the death of your phone and the last tether you have to civilization.

You remember you're in Soonyoung's shitty 1990-something car with manual window cranks instead of phone chargers. And so it's just you, Soonyoung, and the road until you find some hillbilly death town to get gas at and figure out how to contact the rest of your friends, who are likely already sunbathing on the beach.

"So we're lost."

Soonyoung laughs, and it's almost enough to ease the wave of anxiety currently climbing your bones.

"Fuck. Oh my god," you groan. "We're in a horror movie, aren't we?"

"Ok, maybe, but we would totally survive a horror movie. Right? Come on. You're smiling."

"We are literally gonna be the first people to die. Like in the first thirty minutes."

For a moment you catch yourself tracing Soonyoung's grinning silhouette against the glow of the window, almost in admiration.

"What? You can't see me heroically rescuing you? I could absolutely take a zombie down. Seriously. We'd definitely make the hour mark."

"Not when you can't even keep our phones charged," you lament. "Or take the right exit. There, there, god, please check your blind spot!"

--

The town that you drive into is ripped straight from a postcard, thankfully, and not from the cover of a slasher movie.

It's almost incredible how, instead of drinking out of a coconut and watching Seokmin trip over his feet in an unnecessarily competitive game of beach volleyball, you're looking for parking spots on a street where it looks like cars haven't been invented yet.

But you don't really mind. In fact, as Soonyoung almost swerves off the road to point at a cute dog tied to a lamppost, you find this whole debacle a little endearing.

"Maybe we can park in front of this café and charge our phones there?"

"Yes, ma'am," Soonyoung replies, and that's how you find yourself seated in the cutest little booth, at a table so small, your knees are almost touching his.

In true disaster movie fashion, his phone charger is too frayed to be of any use, and so he peruses one of the sticky plastic-cover menus while you watch the slow creep of your phone battery to a serviceable percent.

"You like blueberry?" he asks.

"Sure."

You notice he's a foot tapper—always moving to some imaginary beat, never able to stay still. It'd normally bug you a little, but instead you're wondering what song he's dancing to. Almost as if reading your mind, he promptly sits on his hands and apologizes—"Sorry, 'm shaking the table," he laughs. "Bad habit."

"No, it's ok." You see an unreadable expression cross his face. But it's not a bad one—instead, it makes you curious. "I like trying to figure out what song you're thinking of."

"One of the songs from your playlist. I like your taste in music."

It flatters you more than it should, and to break the post-compliment tension you've invented in your own mind, you decide to call Jeonghan and set things straight while Soonyoung orders—blueberry pancakes and two coffees, please.

"Jeonghan, what the fuck," is the first thing you say to him, and Soonyoung laughs from across the table.

"Where are you guys?" is his languid reply, and, just as you predicted, you hear the telltale wail of Mingyu's voice complaining that Seungcheol was hogging all the shade. "Still driving?"

"What do you mean? Soonyoung told me that you told us to pull off at a rest stop."

"Hm?" He pulls the receiver away to holler at someone in the background (You can at least try to keep the ball in bounds, and someone, Seungkwan, maybe, yells something back). "Sorry, bad timing. I gotta go."

"What? Where? What the hell is going on?"

"You must have gotten lost." You can almost perfectly picture his nonchalant shrug, the dumb bucket hat he's got askew on his head. "Guess we shouldn't have put the two most directionally challenged people in the same car. Just stay the night wherever you are—we're not finishing all the alc today. Just most of it."

"Jeonghan—" And the receiver goes dead. "Jeonghan!"

--

It's over the welcome plate of pancakes Soonyoung ordered where you're able to fully contemplate your situation.

Of course it's the one time you're alone and sober with him where everything seems to go wrong.

You met Soonyoung at one of Jeonghan's parties. He was drinking from a wine bag, right from the spout, and it was then and there you knew you just had to be friends with him.

And it did happen—somehow, among college socialite Jeonghan's seemingly endless friend circles, you and the dance major fell into a steady rhythm of seeing each other on the weekends and vastly enjoying each other's presence.

Ever since, he was that friend for you. Your steadfast beer pong partner, the guy who texted you almost exclusively nonsensical memes and requests for philosophy notes (never without the pleading eyes emoji), and someone who was always down to split a milkshake with you at the midnight diner when the rest of your friends wanted real food (Isn't ice cream somewhere on the food pyramid? Soonyoung had always joked, to which Jihoon pointed out that Soonyoung ate like the pyramid was a circle labeled "junk". Says the guy who pisses straight Diet Coke, Soonyoung had replied, pouting, and it never failed to make you laugh.).

You had a comfortable friendship, one that was never less, never more, although you'd be lying if you said you never wished it was otherwise.

Now, looking at him, doused in the afternoon light and quietly listening to you ramble about your film minor, you never would have matched up this Soonyoung to the Soonyoung who did push-ups for an hour to attempt doing a keg stand by himself.

You push back the memory aching in your mind, that one night you walked him home after one too many margaritas.

"Shouldn't it be the other way around?" you had joked, and he turned to you, fully serious, and said you looked really pretty tonight. You remember the way his lips formed around the words, like it was the only thing he really knew in that moment.

And for once you felt relieved that he likely wouldn't remember a thing from that night, because you felt all the blood in your body, every single cell, rush to your head.

Maybe we both got a little too drunk, you had told yourself, but there was no way you could forget the way he had looked at you, and worse, that traitorous little flutter in the hollow of your chest.

He's saved you the last pancake.

"Whatcha thinking about?" he asks, more softly than you expect. "I know you're probably worried—" (Spoiler alert. You are.) "But...we're here now. Might as well have fun."

"I guess I can tolerate you for another 24 hours." You playfully roll your eyes, but not before catching the way he smiles at you. Yeah, he might smile at everyone like that, but this one, carved by maple syrup and sunlight, feels special.

"It'll be fun! Promise."

You make him pinky promise, even though you already believe him. You notice his hands are soft; you make him swear again just to hold them again, one more time.

--

As expected from a series of increasingly more unfortunate events, Soonyoung has dragged you into a souvenir shop for some tacky memorabilia to remember your trip by.

"Should we get them a postcard? We can write fuck you on the back," he says, scrunching his face up at the spinning rack of watercolor prints.

"Brilliant."

You join him by the display, and he promptly shows you the seven different postcards he was considering.

Too bright, too Hallmark, too Thomas Kincaid, you tell him as he shuffles through his stack,and even though he doesn't know who the fuck you're talking about, he takes your opinion like it's gospel and narrows it down to a painting of the sun over the lake, a big fat orange hovering above the little town you've found yourself in.

"If we're here, we might as well see the sunset. I think I saw a picnic area by the water," you say, watching him traipse over to a shelf of tourist trap hats. He tries one on, and you can't find it within yourself to tell him that, as cute as he is posing for you, it's not worth thirty dollars.

"Let's do it. I can show off my new hat."

Soonyoung grins at you, and it's like meeting him in reverse.

For some godforsaken reason, he knows what you look like mid-breakdown over a boy, and you know what his favorite hangover cure is (jasmine tea and a bowl of plain rice). And yet, you're both still figuring out the little things. When he pays for his goofy hat and the postcard, you catch that he has a little birthmark on his wrist.

"I still can't believe you cried watching Cars," you tell Soonyoung as you exit the gift shop.

"No amount of higher education could make me deny Mater's impact," he replies, hand over his heart, and you can't do anything but laugh. "Please tell me you'll write your thesis on him."

"Maybe if you look a little more pathetic, I'll think about it."

He doesn't hesitate to give you his best puppy eyes, and you actually feel your heart lurch a little.

"Hm. I'm listening."

And so you let Soonyoung lay out his master plan for your unwritten dissertation on Mater and Lightning McQueen's brotherhood, and it doesn't bypass you that he was actually listening to you talk about all that complicated movie lingo earlier.

He's a good listener even when he's not drunk. Actually, he's a better one sober, and it makes you feel kinda funny.

When he looks at you, stars in his eyes, you see the same Soonyoung that you've spent all those midnights with, except he still acts like he's known you for years you haven't had together.

You find yourself wishing that you knew him on nights other than Friday ones, that you knew his ups and downs, that you knew him as not just a drinking game partner, or a seatmate or another one of Jeonghan's friends or the guy you subject to mimosa therapy on bottomless Sundays.

You find yourself wishing you knew all of Soonyoung, and it's the moment you settle on that thought that you know you're doomed.

--

"So that's first position."

"Yup."

You watch Soonyoung's lithe fingers dance across the canvas of the tote bag you've laid out across both your laps, as you sit side by side on a bench by the lakeside. The air is warm and muggy with summertime, and there's no one out but the two of you.

"Arabesque into pas de ciseaux." A dash to stage right (the corner where your leg and the tote bag meet), and he pirouettes onto the bare skin of your thigh. His touch is featherlight, but it gives you goosebumps, something you desperately try to swallow down as his hand spins back for a final jump and bow.

"That's the jeté," you manage to say, and you can swear he's never looked happier to hear something.

"Yeah, you got it," he says, slow and soft. "See, you could do ballet too."

"Nowhere as good as you, not even close. I don't know if you saw me, but I've been to your shows before. You're incredible."

"No, I remember. I always look for you in the audience," he replies. "Because of that one time you asked me about my show, during that Chi Omega party." He lowers his eyes to his hands, now fidgeting in his lap. "You were the only one who did."

"I can't imagine not wanting to see your performances," is the only thing you can think to say (you're too busy fighting the butterflies in your stomach), but it seems okay, because Soonyoung leans on your shoulder. That mop of blonde hair smells like oranges and the sun, and you lean right back into him.

Some unexplainable feeling threatens to claw its way out of your chest.

It's familiar, intimate, too intimate. Yeah, maybe he wiped your tears with an McDonalds napkin when you cried in the drive-thru the day after you broke up with Minghao, but this is different. It didn't feel like a facehugger from Alien was going to fuck your shit up, not even close. (Although, Soonyoung's shitty jokes and the piss-poor absorbency of the napkin were more reasons to laugh than to catch feelings.)

"I like that about you," Soonyoung says. "You care."

"What do you mean? Of course I care."

"I don't know." He slips into that mumble talk again. "Sometimes it seems like all I am to people is the life of the party, that's all. Just the guy who's really good at beer pong. You're different." A pause. "Although, you've gotta admit, I have saved your ass more times I can count."

"Ok, fair. Never said I was the better half of our team." And when you manage to make him laugh, you add, "And I like that about you too. I don't think anyone else in the world would have let me go on that long about 70 millimeter film."

He laughs again, a pretty one that blossoms from his chest and shakes the two of you, bodies still connected.

The sound lingers in the air, and you let the dusk and the crickets and the smell of his cologne wash over you. You like how your knees are touching, how he rests on your shoulder like it's the most natural thing he's ever done—it's different than the Soonyoung that clings to you, crying about the power of friendship, because he can't walk straight after two beers, but you like it. You're coming to realize that they're two halves of the same picture, the same Soonyoung with a heart he wears on his sleeve.

It feels like an eternity before he breaks the silence. He sits up straight, and your stomach folds into itself a little.

"Do you remember that kickback we went to? Right after my Swan Lake performance?" Soonyoung's voice is low, casual, like he's sharing a secret between you and the universe. "We played truth or dare and you said you wouldn't mind kissing me?"

"Thought you were too drunk to remember. Everyone else was," you laugh, suddenly feeling too shy to meet the gaze you know is falling on you. You're falling, falling, careening down a mile-long cliff, with no intention to stop—somehow it's that part that scares you the most.

The memory's another one of those in-betweens, forgotten glimpses of a boy you felt only you knew. The sweaty, euphoric, post-practice Soonyoung you bumped into when your political theory class ran late, the whispered jokes in between tequila shots, the stumbling, drunken conversations about the universe and everything in it on the long walks home.

The fact that all of these little precious seconds also lived in Soonyoung's mind, that they're as real to him as they are to you, makes your heart feel raw, seen.

"How could I forget something like that?" is his simple response. The gravity of the moment settles into your bones; you're breathless, giddy. "I'm asking because—," he pauses, taking your expression into his eyes, writing you into memory. The sudden intimacy of it all makes you want to cry. "Because I want to kiss you. Will you let me?"

The words hang in between you, just one more secret between you and the universe.

Maybe it's hopeless, maybe it's just another one of those passing moments, but you don't think you would ever forgive yourself if you let it go by. And so you close the distance between the two of you, feel those heart shaped lips on yours.

At first he's so gentle, as if he's buffering a little. And then he clicks into motion, heart possessing his body, and kisses you back like it's a fairytale.

"You make me so shy," he murmurs. You're so close, you think he can feel your heart beating out of your chest. "I almost chickened out of it."

He punctuates his sentence with another kiss, which you gladly lean into. This one is more giggly, impulsive (Sorry, I couldn't help it, he says against your lips, and you're so happy you could die right here, right in front of the lake in the middle of nowhere, in the arms of the stupidest, hottest ballerino you know).

"Shy? Me?"

"Yeah. You're cool, and you're smart and funny—" You watch him stumble over the words as you meet his eyes, which is so cute, it physically pains you. "And you're good at karaoke, which is really fucking hot."

"Oh, so that's what got you, huh?"

You remember the night he was talking about, the one right after you were positively sure you flunked your stats final, where you rolled into Jeonghan's frat house two hours late looking no better than a wet rat. You grabbed the mic and lost your goddamn mind, which in no way was attractive or sexy, but you guess Soonyoung's of a different breed.

"What can I say, I'm a simple man," he replies, nose pressed to yours.

You're soaking into the moment, the hazy warmth of the lakeside and the way your heart seems to leap right into Soonyoung's lap every time his eyelashes skirt over your cheek. And then you remember everything else, like the fact that this is not some Lifetime movie and that you still have to find a place to stay and a way to get to the beach tomorrow.

"We need to get a room."

"Already?" Soonyoung almost jumps out of his skin. "I, uh—"

"Not for that, idiot," you scoff affectionately. "We're stuck here for a night, remember? Before we get to, you know, the trip we're supposed to be on?"

"Ohh, fuck." He looks at you with those big, vacant eyes, and you know he's totally lost the plot. "How the fuck are we gonna tell everyone we're, like, a thing now? We're a thing now, right?"

"I hope so," you laugh, reveling in the relief that floods through Soonyoung's features. "As for telling everyone, I’m starting to think they set us up, actually. It all kinda makes sense now."

You're not exactly anticipating Jeonghan's shit-eating grin when you tell him it actually worked, but you know this whole plot was him looking out for you in his own special way. (You're not keen on finding out just how obvious your crush was to everyone except the two of you, though).

Although, it does kind of feel like a Lifetime movie—when you walk to the local motel, your hands brush against each other with all of the pent-up tension of a first love, until you finally just grab his hand and feel it melt into yours.

"I've always wondered what this would feel like," he says, thumb brushing over the back of your hand.

"What, holding hands? That's supposed to come before the first kiss, you know."

"I mean we can kiss again. And just forget about the first one if you want to do it in order."

Who are you to deny him, you think, and gladly, gladly indulge him.

"Were you in on this whole thing?" you ask when you're finally able to pull him off you.

"No, but I get why, 'cos I can't really keep a secret," he replies, sheepish grin on his face. "Oh, wait, so you're saying Jeonghan got us lost on purpose. Ohhh."

His eyes get all big and shiny, and you know you're down bad when you find the fact that he just got it more than a little cute.

If he weren't so convincing, though, you would have thought this was a group effort, because when you open the door to the only vacant room in the entire motel, there is exactly one tiny little bed.

"You've gotta be kidding me," you laugh, but the second you see Soonyoung drop all the bags to immediately begin building a pillow barrier, you fall for him all over again.

And as if on cue, your phone dings with a text from Jeonghan.

You owe me a drink, it reads. Classic.

ONE BITE AND HE'S GONE!

Sometimes you just need to darumdarimda your way through life.

Life is suddenly kimbap-i-kidding hard.