late night calling - b.sk
pairing: content creator!seungkwan x reader
genre: grumpy x sunshine, bsf to ?
rating: PG / no warnings
word count: 1427
author's note: small little fic for the birthday boy! happy birthday my kwannie, my sunshine, THE jeju prince <3 still thinking about when you blew me a kiss in LA! no beta read was in a rush
taglist: @cherrymayz @luvrung
The clock reads fifteen minutes past two in the morning and your blurry vision makes out the name of your best friend. Blindly you press the green answer button, praying to the gods above that you don't regret the decision.
"Seungkwan you better have an insanely good reason for calling me at two in the morning," you whine into the phone, your voice still cloaked in slumber. The other end is a crackle of giggles.
"Hold on wait, why do you sound kinda hot?" He bursts into laughter, the sound fully waking you up. The comment lands somewhere with you, but you can't quite gather what it is that you're feeling. He blabbers on through giggles that you should make a fancam to the Sabrina Carpenter song. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you sit up to tell him that he had fifteen seconds to tell you why he called otherwise you would be hanging up. The line is quiet and for a moment you think that Seungkwan has just prank called you. Pulling your phone away from your ear, you confirm that the call is still ongoing, the seconds adding up to how much sleep you were losing from him.
"I'm outside, come down in ten." The line goes dead before you can even ask a single question. A frown makes its way to your face. You know he's probably not kidding so you get out of the warm coccoon that was your bed and stomp over to your closet to grab a hoodie and a pair of jeans. You're hopping around your living room trying to shove your boots on, keys in your mouth jangling with every hop, phone about to fall our of your back pocket. Fisting a puffer coat in your hand, once you finally shove your foot into your boot, you're bouncing down the stairs to find your best friend in his usual: the remnants of a black iced americano in one hand, phone in the other watching some kind of short-form content.
"Well! Look who finally showed up! C'mon," he jerks his head up toward the stop sign at the end of your street. You roll your eyes and retort back that you could've just gone back to sleep and left him in the cold. He sticks his tongue out and start skipping ahead. You are the image of a petulant child, stomping after the ball of sunshine that is your best friend. The image of him skipping reminds you so much of the first time the two of you met. Him skipping around the merry-go-round on your elementary school's playground, while you stood in front of it, utterly annoyed that you couldn't read your book inside. The two of you had never spoken up until that day, when he tripped in front of you and got up like it was nothing. Before he started skipping again, he held out his hand and asked if you wanted to play with him. You were not a people person at six years old (and if you were being honest, even now at 27 you still were not a people person) but something in you told you that if you didn't take this energetic boy's hand, you'd regret it. And since then the two of you had been inseperable; played the same sports, took all the same classes, even went to the same college. Even entering the chaos that is adulthood, you two were still joined at the hip. Moved to the same city to chase your passions; content creation and clinical psychiatry. You continue to trudge along, trying to hide the smile on your face as you continue to think about that fateful day. Eventually the two of you come to a stop in a random empty lot and the frown on your face returns.
"You woke me up at two in the morning to take me to an empty lot? Oh you have a deathwish don't you?" Reminding him that you still have work. He promises that this will only take a little bit of time and that you'll be back in time for more sleep to get energy for all your patients later in the day.
"You can't be mean to me it's my birthdaaaay!" You scrunch your eyebrows at him, you're about to respond that he can't use that excuse just to get his way, but then your mind is brought back to when he woke you up with his call. Even though your vision was blurry from how bright your screen was, you could still clearly see the date: January 16. It was indeed his birthday, actually it had just become his birthday. You hadn't forgetten, not that he would let you forget, you actually had planned a surprise dinner for him with all his friends later that night. The actual chaos you had to go through just to reschedule your clients was something you never wanted to go through again, unless it was for him. Always for him.
"Alright fine birthday boy, what are we doing here?" Gesturing to the brightly lit, empty lot that the two of you were standing in the middle of. He claps his hands together and you suddenly feel your heart swell at the sight of him so giddy and happy. Like you'd burn a million planets just to see him stay that happy. You shake off this weird feeling and gesture for him to continue. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he shows you a video of some random guy on the internet contorting his body to make the shapes of different animals. You have to laugh once the video ends.
"Kwannie, you pulled me out my beauty sleep just to do a TikTok trend?" You coo at him.
"Beauty sleep isn't gonna help you babe—"
"Hey!"
"Let me finish! It won't help because you're already beautiful, duh." You thank the heavens that it's cold out, because there is no way you'd be able to hide the red mess that are your cheeks. The feeling you felt earlier comes back, something you can't place but it's heavy and settles deep in your bones. A bit of frustration comes from your end, as a psychiatrist you should absolutely be able to diagnose what you're feeling. While you're having an inner battle in your mind, your best friend is explaining that all you'd have to do is film him and help direct him into the poses. It's not till he's waving his phone in your face that you snapped out of your daze.
You helping him film content is not a new development in your relationship, a lot of the times you actually found it a lot of fun to be a part of creative process. But this time, as you're spending your dawn looking through the phone at your best friend, it feels different. As you're recording his silly antics, you're also snapping pictures of him in these precarious positions. Your heart forgets its rhythm when he laughs in your direction, asking if he looks good. For your sake, you hope he didn't notice how fast you answered yes. After filming, you look over what you got and you're far too aware of the proximity between his face and your neck. When you swipe to the picture where he's mid-laugh and you swear your hands begin to shake. Happy with the results, he thanks you by hugging you from behind and it takes all your might to not squeal as he spins you.
Ever the gentleman, Kwan walks you back home. Your footfalls in sync and the journey back in complete silence. Not uncomfortable, the complete opposite actually. The kind of comfortable silence you can only achieve when you've spent years learning everything about the other. He walks you up to the entrance of your building and pulls you into a hug. One that makes your heart race so far out your chest, you're scared that he can feel it. He calls out as he's bouncing down the steps that he'll see you later for dinner between the two of you. When he gets to the bottom of the stairs, he turns around to wave at you. As you make eye contact with him, he flashes you the biggest grin and you feel your heart skip with the same energy that Seungkwan skipped with earlier. When he walks out of sight, you slump against the doorway of your building.
"Fuck," you whisper.
You're in love with your best friend, Boo Seungkwan.