synopsis: What happens when two "bestfriends" that obviously like each other share a bed?
✎ A/N; Hii ~ First time posting.. kind of nervous.. feed backs are appreciated!! I've barely seen anybody writing for plave so I took matters into my own hands (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ
This? This definitely wasn’t part of the plan.
You had agreed.. agreed on a chill, platonic getaway. No drama, no weirdness, no.. feelings. Just two friends taking a road trip to get out of the city for the weekend. Friends. F-R-I-E-N-D-S. Right?
And yet here you were, standing in the hotel lobby under lights that were entirely too bright, trying to convince a very tired looking receptionist that the universe hadn’t just conspired to put you into the most awkward situation of your life.
“Ma’am please?..” you leaned on the reception desk, your voice carrying that borderline polite but about to snap tone. “There has to be something you can do. Even a storage closet will work. A cleaning supply room. Hell, a bench in the lobby. Anything!”
The receptionist gave a sympathetic half smile but shook her head. “I’ve triple checked our system. We’re overbooked because of the convention down the street. I’m sorry. There’s only one room left”
Eunho dramatically slammed a palm to his forehead. “Do you know how traumatizing it is for two completely platonic.. not at all romantic, extremely normal friends to share a bed?” He turned slightly toward you, exaggeratedly emphasizing the word “friends”
You didn’t miss the way he hesitated before saying it— or the way your own heart did a weird little lurch when he said it.
You pretended to roll your eyes. “Yeah, because nothing says trauma like a soft mattress and fluffy pillows”
The receptionist slid the keycard toward you. “Room 407. Elevator’s around the corner. Enjoy your stay”
Eunho sighed with the weight of a thousand melodramatic plays. “Guess we don’t have a choice”
“Yeah” you mumbled. “And it’s not like we have time to go hunting for a new hotel. We’ve gotta leave early tomorrow anyway..”
With one last death glare at the receptionist (who was clearly doing her best okay?) you snatched the keycard and stormed toward the elevator. Eunho trailed behind, dragging his suitcase like it personally offended him.
Not the comfortable kind of silence. No, this was the loud, suffocating kind of silence where every second stretched just a little too long and the soft jazz music playing in the elevator somehow made it worse.
“You can shower first” Eunho offered after thirty seconds of unbearable silence, rubbing the back of his neck.
You nodded. “Oh yeah, uh.. thanks”
Thanks? THANKS?! What was that?! Who thanks someone for offering them a shower?! You wanted to curl into yourself and disappear.
Mercifully, the elevator opened.
You stepped out and glanced at the key. “407” You murmured it under your breath like a mantra.
Eunho leaned in, squinting at the number. “407?” he echoed.
You turned to respond— only to nearly smash into his face.
You were this close. Close enough to count his eyelashes. Close enough to feel the warmth of his breath.
You stumbled back with a squeak.
“I— I— sorry!” you blurted, bowing so fast you nearly whacked your head on your suitcase handle. Then you darted down the hallway like your life depended on it.
Eunho stood frozen, face flushed bright red. He dragged a hand down his face. “Oh my god.”
When he finally caught up, you were fumbling with the keycard like it was a bomb. It took you three tries before the lock clicked open.
You both stopped. Stared.
“One bed” Eunho breathed, like he’d just witnessed a murder.
The queen sized bed sat mockingly in the center of the room, complete with pastel throw pillows and a fluffy white comforter that looked like it had been handcrafted by angels. There was even a heart shaped towel arrangement on the center of it. Because of course there was.
“Dun dun freakin’ dun..” Eunho muttered.
You dropped your suitcase and turned to him with narrowed eyes. “Okay obviously, I’ll take the floor”
Eunho crossed his arms. “Excuse me? I’m the gentleman here. I’ll take the floor”
“You?! Your back will die in like ten minutes!”
“And yours won’t?! Look, you’re the one wearing a skirt. You’ll freeze!”
“I have leggings underneath”
“Well, I might if I sleep on the floor”
Finally, you groaned and flopped down onto the bed. “Fine! We both sleep in the bed. Just— stay on your side. Don’t touch me”
“Please.. I wouldn’t even dream of it” (What a liar)
He tossed his jacket dramatically onto the chair, acting like he was in a slow motion K-drama scene. “We’ll put a pillow wall in the middle. Classic no touching zone. You stay in your little corner, I’ll stay in mine”
You raised an eyebrow. “Like a toddler naptime setup?”
“Exactly!” He snapped his fingers.
The bathroom light flicked off and you stepped out, rubbing a towel over your damp hair. You were now in your sleep clothes, a simple black tank top and shorts and instantly regretted not packing something more monastic.
Eunho, who had already changed, looked up from where he was lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone. He blinked and blinked again.
His brain shut down for a second.
You narrowed your eyes. “What?”
“Nothing!” he squeaked, throwing his phone across the bed like it had personally betrayed him. “You.. uh— you smell like coconut. That’s all”
“Yeah no shit I just showered”
“Yeah, duh. That’s what I meant” He slapped a hand over his mouth. “Forget it. G’night!”
You rolled your eyes and slid under the covers, turning to face the other way. But sleep? Yeah, sleep wasn’t happening. Not when you could feel Eunho just inches away, tossing and turning like a fish out of water.
“You good?” you asked finally.
“Yeah, totally fine! Just… uh— getting comfy”
A few more moments of silence.
“Oh my god, I’m breathing normal!”
“You sound like a dying wolf”
“Well maybe the dying wolf’s nervous!”
“I mean— NOT nervous! Just.. you know, tired! Super tired!”
You bit your lip, hiding a smile. You turned to face him again and—
Your noses almost touched.
“Okay” you whispered. “You’re over the pillow wall!”
You poked his forehead, flustered. “You’re like, halfway into my zone!”
“Well you’re the one who built a flimsy wall!”
Suddenly, Eunho’s phone buzzed. He lunged for it like it was a lifeline. “It’s Bamby-hyung” he whispered, answering the call.
“Yo, what’s up?” came Bamby’s voice through the speaker. “Did you guys check in yet?”
“Yeah” Eunho said, lowering his voice and glancing guiltily at you.
“Wait— you sound weird. Why are you whispering? You’re not in the same room as y/n, are you?”
“Wait—” Bamby gasped. “WAIT… ARE YOU SHARING A ROOM? BRO TELL ME IT’S NOT JUST ONE BED—”
“NO WAYYY… YOU TWO? ONE BED? THIS IS IT. THIS IS HOW YOU CONFESS YOUR LOVE. MY PREDICTIONS ARE NEVER WRONG!”
Eunho was scrambling to turn down the volume while you were red as a tomato under the covers, trying to pretend you weren’t hearing everything.
“BRO IS SHE THERE? WAIT, WAIT— Y/N, BLINK TWICE IF YOU’RE BEING SEDUCED!”
You choked on your own spit.
“I’m hanging up now!” Eunho growled, face on fire and smacked the phone screen.
Silence again. This time, it wasn’t awkward. It was worse.
You spoke first, voice soft. “...Bamby’s kind of right, huh?”
“I mean— not the love part! Just— the bed part. It’s.. weird. But not, like.. bad”
“Yeah” he said, his voice just a little shaky. “Not bad at all”
You peeked over the pillow wall. He peeked back.
And for the first time all night, neither of you said anything. But your hearts? Yeah, those were screaming.
Minutes passed. Maybe hours. Time felt like mush.
You stared at the ceiling. Your heart still hadn’t slowed down. You could hear Eunho’s breathing— not wolf like now, just… soft. Gentle, too gentle. It was making it impossible to pretend you were chill.
You rolled onto your back, careful not to move the pillow wall.
A pause. “I mean, I am now”
You bit your lip, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. “Sorry, I just… couldn’t sleep.”
You both stared at the ceiling now, side by side with only a thin barrier of cotton and unspoken feelings between you.
You cleared your throat. “It’s just— weird, right? Us. Here. Like this”
Eunho let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah. It’s like.. one of those tropes you’d find in a bad fanfic”
You smiled. “What, you mean the ‘oh no.. there’s only one bed, whatever will we do’ trope?”
“Exactly” He turned toward you, propping his head up with one arm. “Next thing you know, someone’s gonna confess their undying love and then ‘accidentally’ cuddle in their sleep”
You raised an eyebrow. “You saying you’re gonna try to sneak in a cuddle?”
“What? No! I— never!” He flailed dramatically, bumping the pillow wall. “You wound me!”
“You wound yourself with that weak ass defense”
“Okay, rude” He pouted. “This is why you’re single”
You gasped. “Oh my god— take that back!”
He grinned, eyes glittering in the dim lamp light. “Nope. Facts only”
“I will push you off this bed so fast—”
“With what arm strength? You can’t even open a jar of pickles without threatening to cry”
“That was ONE TIME and it was a really stubborn lid—”
You both burst out laughing.
And then it faded again. Quiet settled between you, this time warmer. Softer.
Eunho spoke again, this time quieter. “You know.. it’s not that weird. Us being here. Like this.”
Your breath caught. “No?”
He shook his head slowly. “Nah. I mean, yeah.. it’s kinda crazy. But also.. kind of nice?”
You turned to look at him. He looked right back and suddenly, the pillow wall felt way too tall.
You sat up slightly, hugging your knees to your chest. “Do you ever think about… us?”
“Like… if we weren’t just friends…” The words came out fast and mumbly, like your brain was two seconds behind your mouth. “Not saying we shouldn’t be, just... do you ever wonder?”
Eunho blinked. Once. Twice. Then he sat up too, mirroring your position.
“…Yeah” he said softly. “I do.”
Silence again. But this time? Something changed.
You looked down at your hands, playing with the hem of your shorts. “I don’t know when it started. I think— maybe I always kind of liked you. But I didn’t want to ruin anything. You’re... my best friend”
Eunho reached out, hesitated, then gently touched your hand.
“You wouldn’t ruin anything,” he said. “You couldn’t.”
You looked up. Your eyes met.
And without thinking— you both leaned in, slow and hesitant and so stupidly tender—
“OW—!” you winced, clutching your forehead.
“God, I’m so sorry!” Eunho groaned, scrambling back. “I ruined the moment, didn’t I?!”
You snorted. “Yeah, you did. It’s okay, it was already doomed the moment we leaned in”
He laughed and you couldn’t help but join in, even through the blush spreading across your cheeks.
You were both still grinning when he leaned in again— slower, more carefully this time.
And this time, when your lips met? There was no bump. No flailing. Just warmth. Soft.
When you pulled back you blinked.
“So uh.. Still gonna build the pillow wall again?”
“If you’re gonna seduce me with coconut scented shampoo again”
You shoved him. “Shut up”
He caught your wrist. Held it gently then smiled.
The night passed in soft, shy breaths and "accidental" touches.
At some point, you had rolled onto your side, the pillow wall still technically intact but... barely. And Eunho? He hadn’t slept a wink. Not really. Not with the weight of your presence right there— warm, close.
He watched you as you drifted, your lashes fluttering now and then like you were dreaming. Your hair still slightly damp from the shower, curled a little against the pillow.
You looked... peaceful. Unbelievably beautiful. His fingers twitched where they lay, resisting the urge to brush a strand of hair from your face.
“Stop staring” you mumbled suddenly, eyes still closed.
Eunho froze. “Wha— I wasn’t—!”
You cracked one eye open, a smirk curling at the corner of your lips. “You so were”
He groaned and buried his face into the pillow, muffling a dramatic, “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Good.” You laughed softly.
A ray of golden sunlight slipped between the curtains and landed right across Eunho’s face.
He groaned like it had personally offended him, squinting one eye open— only to see you already awake, blinking at the ceiling like it had answers.
“Did we really fall asleep like this?..” you asked, voice croaky.
He looked down. His arm was around your waist.
Your hand was on his chest. His heart was doing jumping jacks.
“I— uh— maybe we got cold?” He offered a shitty explanation he came up with.
You didn’t move. “…It’s kind of warm though”
“Right. Maybe we got emotionally cold”
You finally sat up, hair’s a mess, tank top slightly wrinkled, face glowing with that soft morning haze.
“Let’s just not talk about it” you said, though the corner of your mouth betrayed your amusement.
✎ A/N; 2,247 words.. whew.. I hope that was alright, I was craving for this kind of troupe with Eunho so I just had to.. hope you guys enjoyed !! ＼(＾▽＾)／
