ᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟ✧ . · SUPERST☆R . . ! !
you're finally releasing your second album as a soloist and hongjoong, your best friend of 6 years, is worried. by past experiences, he knows you're probably overexerting yourself and treating your body horribly, so he decides to take care of you with his own hands.
pairing: black! fem! idol! reader x idol! hongjoong
warnings: fluff, reader is overworking herself (don't do that), mentions of fainting, not proofread!!!
notes: uhm,, hi? finally finished this project and am so so excited to post it! got out of my writing block as soon as got released from jail (college) and now i'm here! :D hope you enjoy it!
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Being an idol wasn't easy. Being a black idol was worst. You had debuted in a group of five that disbanded in two years, and you were the only one who signed the contract again, going on as a soloist. The amount of hate and turbulence you faced along the way was not even capable of being put into words, but you still thrived.
Superstar.
Is what they'd call you. You had the looks, the moves, the voice and the raps to do it all, and you kept going on and on at your mid sized company. Working at KQ was easy. They all held a lot of respect for you and your work, especially your best friend of 5 years, Hongjoong. The amount of dating scandals you two had together was insane, but your company was well aware of the nature of your relationship, so they didn't really care. Their only request was not to do anything behind their backs.
He knew you had an upcoming album and how hard you were working, and he also knew all of the times he had found you passed out from exhaustion at your studio, with files open everywhere and your forehead smashing the keyboard. With that in mind, he decided to pay you a visit, guessing that you were at your house since you were nowhere to be found in the company building. He used the spare key he got a few months ago when you went on tour and asked him to take care of your plants, unlocking the door and being greeted by complete silence and dimmed lights, making the ambient a lot more comfortable. He went to the last room in the house, peeking his head in only to find you in a completely dark room with three monitor screens shining on your face. You looked exhausted.
“y/n?” he called, stepping into the room and stumbling upon the sight of an unhealthy amount of empty energy drink cans and protein bars wrappers.
“oh hey, Joongie. come in.” you mumbled, still not taking your eyes off the screen. He got closer, crouching down beside you and watching as your knee bounced up and down in a state that he had never seen you.
“how long have you been awake for?” Hongjoong asked directly, placing his hand on your knee.
“uh…” you looked at the time on your screen, quickly calculating the hours. “56 hours.”
you heard as his breath hitched, a disappointed sigh escaping his throat.
“why do you keep doing this to yourself?” his voice was soft as he caressed your knee, looking up to the screen. “are you finished?”
“almost.”
he took a deep breath and sat on the small couch you had on the corner of your studio, watching as you readjusted yourself on your seat and how quick your fingers moved around to click on the mouse and type on the keyboard. you were able to finally finish it in 3 hours, double saving it in multiple accounts and making sure nothing was missing when you finally turned the computer off.
“done.” your whole body collapsed on the chair, a deep sigh leaving your throat. god, you were spent.
"how many times have i told you not to do that, y/n? did you even had a break? have you eaten anything other than protein bars?" Hongjoong couldn't help but to scold you, his voice filled with concern. your eyes shut close as he kept talking, taking deep breaths before finally looking at him again.
“yeah, i know. i just had to finish this, Joongie, don’t worry about me.”
“don’t worry about you?” he sounded outraged just by the idea of you dismissing his care. “how can i not worry about you when you’re overworking yourself like that?”
he took a deep breath, walking closer to you and rotating your chair until you were facing him, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips curled downwards as a physical display of his discontentment. you felt like you were going to cry. somehow, Hongjoog always brought the vulnerable side out of you, something only he could see, only he could pull it out of you.
he crouched in front of you so his eyes could meet yours properly, softening as he saw the exhaustion in them.
“bunny, you can’t keep doing this to yourself, please. above everything, the company cares for your well being. i care for your well being. please, rest. you need it.”
Bunny.
you don't know how the nickname stuck. maybe when a fan made a compilation of "y/n acting like a bunny for 45 seconds straight", or when Wooyoung said that they were right. you acted like a bunny, extremely cute but a huge brat. however it happened, it had a special meaning between you and Hongjoong. did you know what that meaning was? no, not really. it just was.
getting out of your own thoughts, you finally noticed the look he was giving you. disappointed, of course, but also loving. caring. your heart started banging on your chest. why did he have to look at you like that? why did he have those pretty heart eyes at you? why did Hongjoong, your best friend, made your heart palpitate?
"i…" you gulped down, feeling your throat dry. "i actually ordered takeover, but i didn't have the time to eat it."
he sighed again, running a hand through his hair. his thoughts conflicted between scolding the life out of you or taking care of you. he decided to do both.
"come on, let's heat it up. you haven't eaten in way too long."
"i had protein ba-" you couldn't even finish your sentence, the look he shot you making you shut up immediately.
"you go shower, i'll heat up the takeover and bring it to you."
it was a clear and obvious command, and you were eager to comply, getting up from your chair like a child who were just scolded and tracing the way to the en suite bathroom in your room. as soon as he heard the shower running, Hongjoong sighed in frustration. how could you be so careless? so irresponsible with yourself? it maddened him. he went through the tin cans and wrappers, throwing it all on the trash and tidying up your desk for you. well, one thing was out of the way.
making his way to the kitchen, Hongjoong kept himself quiet. he rummaged through the fridge without ceremony, grabbing the untouched takeover and frowning in almost disgust. he heated it up on the stove, trying to make it more edible for you. he plated it on what he knew was your favorite bowl and paced across the house to your room, being met by you already dressed, combing through your freshly washed curls with a detangler. sat in front of the vanity, your eyes met his through the mirror, tracing the way from his face to the bowl in his hands. he walked closer, placing the food and the cutlery on the table.
"here." his tone was firm, yet gentle. he took the detangler from your hands and took upon himself to brush your hair, while you mouthed a ‘thank you’ and started to eat. again, he took his time. gently combing through the curls and watching you eat.
"which one now?" he pointed to the innumerous hair oils aligned in the vanity, capturing your attention.
you took the sunflower oil in hands, handing it to him. "two pumps should be enough."
"i know." he said simply, pumping two times and rubbing the oil in his hands before finger combing your hair.
he knew.
he knew how to take care of your curly hair. he did his research, and you had teached him, after all. a blush creeped on your cheeks, and you stuffed your mouth with the last bit of the way artificial food, swallowing it down just as he finished caring for your hair.
"done." you mumbled out, looking at him through the mirror only to find out that he was already looking at you. he took in the blush on your cheeks and the slight sparkle of your eyes, mesmerized by the way your lips moved as you chewed or spoke. gorgeous, he thought, but didn't verbalize it. instead, he took the bowl away to the kitchen, washed it, and came back already finding you ready to tuck under the covers.
"are you staying the night?" your voice came out softer than expected as you looked at him propped at the door.
"do you want me to stay the night?" the question was shot right back, his dark eyes gazing right into yours as he stepped closer and closer until he sat by the edge of the bed.
"even if i do, will you stay the night?" you almost whispered, looking at him from under your lashes. you could see how his gaze softened, how his posture relaxed.
"yes." he whispered back. "i will."
a soft smile splayed on your lips, hands patting the pillows by your side as an invite. he smiled back just as soft, getting up from the bed.
"i left some clothes here last time…" he stepped into the closet, looking around.
"second drawer on the left."
your eyes were focused on his every movement. how he murmured out 'thanks', how he changed to the comfort of sweatpants, but ignored the shirts on the drawer. how he left his previous clothing in your basket of dirty laundry as if it was part of his daily routine. back on the bed, he slid beside you under the covers, turned to the side so to see your face properly.
"i'm still mad at you." he said, hands reaching out to softly brush away a stray lash fallen on your cheek.
"i know." you whispered back, eyes instinctively closing with his touch. "i'm sorry."
"you always say that but never change your behavior." his hand cupped your cheek, thumb softly brushing your skin. "you'll end up getting sick."
"i'll be fine."
"no, you won't. you already fainted during a stage. do you want it to happen again?"
that shut your mouth. being reminded of those events was not the way she wanted to spend the night.
"i just don't want to disappoint my fanbase. to throw away all the effort put into my career."
"you'd never do that, bunny. ever. your fans absolutely adore you. our company adores you. i adore you. i don't want you being sick."
sighing, your eyes opened to meet his own, intense and caring towards you. you felt your stomach doing cartwheels, breath caught in your throat.
"how can i stop doing it when you're looking at me like that?"
the words escaped before you could even think about it, immediately regretting it. you saw how his brow cocked up and how a soft chuckle escaped his lips.
"like what?"
"like… like i'm the whole world in the palm of your hands."
the words came out in a shaky breath, and his eyes immediately became gentle. no teasing, no scolding. only pure gentleness and care.
"but you are. you are my whole world, y/n."
you wanted to scream. he sounded so gentle, so loving, so… truthful. a wave of emotions crashed in your mind, suddenly very aware of all the love, all the pining, and all the longing for him during all those years of friendship. memories of your early days at KQ, memories of all the bouquets, the Camellias and Lillies handed to you by the staff of music shows every time you won, his initials well written on a card glued to the colorful paper wrapping them. the warmth on your chest, the blush on your cheeks, the stars in his eyes. the way you’d sneak out and just drive around at night, the way he was so gentle, so caring. how his hand was always close to your waist when in crowded places, the way he would whisper encouragement words in your ear on the backstage of music shows.
maybe it was all about it. maybe it was all about him.
“you are my whole world too,” you were finally able to say, eyes gazing into his starry ones, “you are my whole world, kim hongjoong.”
the small, sweet smile that splayed on his lips made the butterflies in your stomach dance around. even more when, leaving all his confidence aside, he leaned closer to capture your lips in a gentle, caring kiss.
“let's get some sleep, okay? you did good, my superstar. you can rest now,” he whispered, his arms wrapping around your tired body and fitting with yours like a puzzle, his lips meeting the top of your head in another sweet kiss.
and it felt so good to feel your body finally relaxing, with his fingers running through your locks and your face buried on his shoulder. so good to finally rest with the warm feeling of his body against yours.
so right to be his superstar.
that was it yeas hello :3
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