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What every seventeen Stan wants to wake up to

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Well i'm not that good at this but i really wanna try it out...I've been thinking about it and i'll start writing for scenarios/imagines/aus/reactions for Seventeen members :] my request will be open for anyone whose wiling to send asks!!

-M🦦

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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"

For me, that song would be Hug. I understand Smile Flower, too. Both of these are crying songs in their own way. In my opinion, Hug makes you cry on a hard day or when you are not in a good mindset. Where as Smile Flower makes you realise the love you have for them and their friendship.

I'll always listen to Hug if I feel a bit too lonely. That's why, statistically, Hug makes me cry more often than Smile Flower, but I really do understand both.

It's really rare that I cry while listening to a song. But smile flower is undoubtedly one of the only songs that can make me cry no matter what. Especially while you're listening to this song fearing SVT going to military. This hits hard when you know they won't be together for a while because of enlistment. But we should know that no matter what, SVT will ALWAYS be together.

🗒 ❛ drabble: kwon sooyoung x f! reader ༉‧₊˚✧

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꒰ rias's note ꒱ the urge to suck him dry till he is begging me to leave him alone is toooo real 🥰

warnings: mouth fucking, cursing, reader is hoshi's make up artist, non established relation

"fuck yes baby just like that mhmm fuck so close" hoshi moaned at the warm feeling of your mouth wrapped around his shaft, his hand resting above your head as he fucked your mouth, after every concert this has become a ritual, and fucking you or your mouth is his way to himself to relief as adrenaline and excitement is still rushing through his veins, so here you both were locked behind the door of the spare make up room, you on your knees between his legs, mouth filled with his cock (drooling around him), eyes teary and panties soaked, your hands were on his thigh to stable yourself as he increased his pace ramming himself in your mouth, you moaned and gagged around him while he groaned and cursed 'how close he was' and 'how good your mouth was' so to help him out you enclosed your mouth around him more tightly you teeth almost clashing against his dick while your hands gropped his balls "fucking hell ahhh fuck fuck cummin' fuck" you moaned as he dug his nails in your scalp almost ripping your hair, thick white roped dripping down your throat as your slurped up every single drop, he literally had to pull your head away from his cock as he grew sensitive literally crying in your hold, you let him but not without leaving a fleeting kiss and lick to beet red tip "my hotel room at night ok hoshi" you kissed his cheek as turned your back to him and made your away out if the room.

{kpop!crossover!teetitansau!}“ teen titans GO!”

Such a cute pie!

soonyoung’s “palm fairy” compilation (x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x)

Going Seventeen

After a long wait (Tks to Brazil’s currently shitty mail service), my album finally arrived. And it is so pretty, the posters are huge, I wasn’t expecting that! The photobook is lovely, all the pictures are so pretty! Korean groups really know how to pamper their fans.

06.15 ♡ HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOONYOUNG! → insp // Our super super super hardworking Kwon Hoshi, I can never find the right words to express how proud I am of you. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone else in my life as hardworking as you are and I still don’t know how you do it but I’m thankful for everything you’ve done for SEVENTEEN and Carats. There must be a lot of things that keep you up at night, but I hope you’ll be able to forget about all your worries even just for today and enjoy this very special day! i luv u my dude 

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.

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