soonyoung's heart drops the moment he sees his daughter all alone in her small pool. the sun is shining, the grass is the most beautiful tone of green, his daughter's pigtails reach the middle of her back, and the lilac swimsuit her aunt got her a couple months ago already looks a bit too tight as she's growing up too fast - but still, there's no sign of a single smile on her face.
"what's wrong, peanut?", soonyoung asks, approaching the pool.
his daughter looks up at him, one of her eyes closed because of the sun. her cheeks look so cute, so big; one of soonyoung's biggest trace on her dna.
"there's no one to play with me", she says, in a quiet, hurt tone.
soonyoung crunches down to her level, his heart aching now. when he was growing up, he at least had his sister to play - or fight - with, and that made him less lonely. he knows that his baby girl goes to school every day, that she has her friends, but what about when she's home? or when she's on a summer break like this, and doesn't have much contact with kids?
"i'll play with you", he nods, almost desperate.
"will you?", she tilts her head, her lips curving a bit - there it is, the most beautiful smile soonyoung had ever seen.
"of course! i mean...", he looks around the big backyard they're in, a space his big, luxurious apartment they live in doesn't provide them. "i'm not sure if you're fast enough to catch me, but of course i'll play with you."
"what?"
soonyoung gets up, a playful smirk on his face. he leans down to pinch his daughter's cheek because tapping her arm.
"you're it!"
and with that, he starts to run away from his daughter, laughing like he's the six years old, not her. she gets up and out of the pool, screaming a 'that's not fair!' to him as she runs in his direction too.
among giggles and screams of fun and quality time, soonyoung makes a mental note to never leave his daughter alone again, even if it means having you angry at him because he didn't finish cooking lunch - like right now.
HOSHI AS TWINDAD? DOUBLE THE TROUBLE, DOUBLE THE LOVE
Caution: You are entering Twindad Hoshi Territory. This includes two gremlins, one overly enthusiastic father, and absolutely zero chill. Proceed for maximum fluff, questionable decisions, and dramatic gasps every five minutes. Read at your own risk (of melting).
twindad! Hoshi spent the entire pregnancy convinced it was “one super powerful baby” until the ultrasound revealed two heartbeats and he almost fell off the chair. He stared at the screen, eyes wide. “TWO?? AT THE SAME TIME?? When the doctor confirmed it, he gasped like he’d just been jumpscared. Then he promptly cried. Half from happiness, half from the terrifying realization of the future chaos awaiting him.
twindad! Hoshi is convinced the twins can understand him from birth. He gives them full speeches like, “Okay, babies. Today we will not cry when Appa tries to sleep for five minutes. Teamwork? Yes?” They blink at him. He takes that as agreement.
twindad! Hoshi makes it his personal mission to buy every tiger themed item he can find for the twins. Tiger onesies, tiger blankets, tiger socks, or anything with stripes is coming home with him. You have to physically stop him when he tries to buy full tiger costumes. Not just for the babies, but for you and him too. He gets scolded, pouts a little, then quietly slips one tiny tiger hat into the cart anyway.
twindad! Hoshi insists on matching outfits. Even when you say it’s a bit much, he just beams proudly and hoists one twin onto each hip. “They look like a team,” he says. “TEAM KWON.” He walks around like he’s won something — like he’s the luckiest man alive.
twindad! Hoshi whose dramatic reactions quickly become the twins’ favorite entertainment. If one cries, he gasps like he’s in a K-drama and drops to his knees. “WHO MADE YOU SAD?? I WILL FIGHT THEM!! OR … snacks? Should we eat snacks??” Instant giggles and he wins every time.
twindad! Hoshi teaches them “Horanghae” far too early. He curls their tiny hands into baby tiger paws, counting with exaggerated seriousness. “1 … 2 … 3 HORANGHAE!!!” And when they mimic him back, his voice cracks. He turns away, dramatically wiping his non-existent tears while you pretend not to notice.
twindad! Hoshi insists he can handle the double stroller alone. Five minutes later, he’s fighting for his life trying to get it through a doorway while the twins giggle like it’s the best show they’ve ever seen. “A little help, please?? Babe?” he asks helplessly, and all you can do is laugh.
twindad! Hoshi is convinced the twins are plotting against him. “They’re looking at each other,” he whispers seriously. “I swear they’re planning something. I can feel it in my soul.” They are two years old.
twindad! Hoshi accidentally encourages double chaos. Twin A climbs a chair. “NO — WAIT — BE CAREFUL —” Then Twin B immediately starts climbing another one. “NOT YOU TOO! BABE HELP!!!” He scoops them up one by one, half panicked, half laughing. Unfortunately, he laughs while rescuing them, so now they think it’s a game and will absolutely do it again.
twindad! Hoshi gets mixed up more often than he admits. One too many times, he calls Baby A to come shower while he’s helping Baby B into fresh clothes, only for a small, proud voice behind him to say, “I done shower!” He pauses, blinks, then turns around, looking between the two identical faces. A moment passes before realization settles in. “Oh,” he says softly, smiling. “You’re Baby A.” The toddler grins, and Hoshi laughs under his breath, ruffling their hair.
twindad! Hoshi learns very quickly that Caratbongs are not toddler-safe. Or at least, not his twin-safe. He takes the twins to the concert, each wearing oversized ear protectors, and backstage he proudly places a Caratbong into each tiny hand. It lasts approximately three seconds before they start swinging them at each other like it’s a duel. “NONONONO—” he panics, rushing in, “we use Caratbongs for love and light — babeee.” The twins giggle.
twindad! Hoshi becomes a full size pillow during naptime. Both twins knock out on his chest, limbs sprawled everywhere, heavy and warm. He stares at the ceiling, barely breathing. “I can’t move,” he whispers. A beat. “I’m trapped.” Another beat. “But I’m happy.”
twindad! Hoshi eventually accepts defeat as his house turns into the twins’ playground. Toys in every corner, crayons on the table, plushies on the couch, tiny shoes by the door. He tries to clean. They undo his work within five minutes. He sighs, looks around, then smiles anyway.
twindad! Hoshi’s biggest weakness is when the twins hold hands. He freezes mid step, clutching his chest dramatically like he’s been struck. “Baby love …” he murmurs, voice wobbling. “… double.” You swear he looks close to tears.
twindad! Hoshi becomes practice room royalty the moment he brings the twins to the studio. The members spoil them endlessly, taking turns holding them, making faces, sneaking them snacks. The twins climb Hoshi like a tree while he practices choreography, laughing breathlessly as he balances being an idol and a dad at the same time.
twindad! Hoshi has one moment he treasures most. Late at night, both twins asleep on his chest, breathing slow and even. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t dare. His voice comes out soft, almost trembling. “You make me want to be the best version of me … I love you two so much.” He stays frozen for over an hour — arms numb, heart completely full.
soonyoung is silent, which is so unusual for him. he isn't the biggest yapper out there, but you know how much he likes talking to you; but then again, he had such a busy weekend. maybe he's tired, maybe he's overwhelmed.
"do you want the last piece of pizza?", you casually ask him, looking up from your phone.
"no, you can have it", soonyoung mumbles, gaze lost into something far away, hand caressing latte on his lap. "i'm not hungry."
"okay, i'll eat it later", you push him with your feet. that calls his attention. "are you okay?"
he sighs, nodding. it takes a few seconds, it feels like he's trying to find the right words or something.
"i... i know this break is totally necessary, i'm just a bit worried, i guess. i didn't know this day would come by so quickly."
"there's nothing to be worried about", you reassure him. "it's just a few months, nothing will change."
soonyoung hesitates. deep down, he knows you're right, but his head tells him otherwise. he's scared and he can't even explain why.
"you've been hoshi for what, almost half your life now? it must be weird to just be kwon soonyoung now- well, soldier kwon soonyoung. soon-to-be sargent."
soonyoung rolls his eyes, laughing at you.
"sargent hoshi."
"the cutest and most witted sargent", you joke again. "don't worry too much, things won't change and everyone will be waiting for you. me included, and latte too."
"oh my god, latte-ya~", he fakes cry, taking the dog and pulling her up to his face. "i wanna take you to the military with me, please. my emotional support dog. that's a thing, right?"
and soonyoung starts to kiss and hug and squeeze latte, and for a second you see exactly what he truly is - kwon soonyoung, the youngest of his family, the cutie everyone can't help but love it, the soul who's living for the first time ever.
you smile. "you're right, you can't go. i'm gonna tell everyone you're japanese so you don't have to leave."
he hums, face still buried in latte's furr. "that's not a bad idea actually. i can like, post a letter on weverse saying that i couldn't reveal my nationally because..."
soonyoung starts to run his mouth again, full of ideas and plots, back to his usual self as if you had snapped your fingers - and damn, how you're gonna miss that.
a/n: my cutie soonyoung 😭 i'm gonna miss your energy so damn much. please, be healthy and come back in one piece. i'll be waiting for both hoshi and kwon soonyoung. love you, mwah~ ❤️🐯🍒
— synopsis: things between you and soonyoung never really end. sometimes you're up all night on the phone, sometimes you make it past the message plans you've been putting off and end up in his bed. It's really up to you, soonyoung has never been anything but about you.
– genre: idiots exes to ??? ; angst, fluff.
— pairing: ex-boyfriend!kwon soonyoung x fem!reader
– word count: 6.1k
— rating: 18+. minors do not interact.
– warnings: a little rushed but general pining, swearing, they're stupid. mentions of dick jokes because i'm just a silly gal.
— what to listen to: no one noticed - the marías ; undressed - sombr ; soft spot - keshi.
– author's note: green dividers by @/saradika-graphics. this is for @aeristudios. i'm not very good at sentimental expressions face-to-face, and i did write this in one sitting but i hope this is enough to show that i appreciate you dearly. i know i'm a little late in the day but happy birthday aeris! ♡
YOU AND SOONYOUNG WERE NEVER REALLY OVER.
It was one of the more annoying parts of your tumultuous relationship, knowing that your breakup had been so amicable that he would still come over unannounced. Sometimes you were making dinner and yelling at him to get out, other times you were sprawled on your couch and he cleaned your entire apartment — but most of the time, you just co-existed. He'd lay on the floor in front of your coffee table and flip through whatever Netflix had to offer, and you'd wind up right next to him within ten minutes of him choosing a movie, popcorn bowl in hand.
Your friends found this…odd. To say the least.
From Jeonghan being the master of ghosting to Mingyu filling his time with hobbies to force himself to move on from every relationship he's ever had — the fact that you and Soonyoung dated for six years and then seemingly broke up despite not…actually? Breaking up?
Or ever falling out of love.
It was like sorcery to them. It was strange to see two people they thought would once marry, move their things out of their shared apartment and move in to new ones in opposite directions. And yet: still met every Tuesday for a lunch date, still grocery shopped together, still called and asked if the other wanted something before leaving a favorite spot.
One could say it's healthy, it's friendship, it's being amicable so things aren't awkward. It's only been six months since, anyway.
Others have more to say than normal, despite not having better coping mechanisms.
"It's unhealthy," Seungcheol scoffed, rooting around in your pantry for the protein powder he stashed. Your apartment was closer to his gym, and he let himself in while you were getting ready for work — or slam into you like he did today, sweaty and gross, right as you were exiting in your nicely pressed blouse. Thus, making you late — because you'd rather die than go to work smelling like Choi Seungcheol and zero bitches.
"I don't care what you, of all people, have to say about my dynamic with Soonyoung. You kept half your exes on the hook so long that one of them started believing they were invited to the group hangouts. And then you turned into a gym rat after you dated half the city and couldn't find a nice girl within a 10-mile radius. If I were you, I'd drink my protein shake and shut the hell up." You scoff from your living room, your fingers annoyingly not cooperating with you as you tried to button a new blouse. He snorts from the kitchen, stepping out as you let out a frustrated breath.
"It's not just me that says it, you know that." His voice is too saccharine for your taste, making you scowl as he reaches to button your shirt for you. You allow it, letting him smooth your collar with a knowing look. "I say it because I'm your friend, Y/N."
"What, everyone else says it because they're assholes? I know it's not a regular thing, Cheol, but it's not like Soonyoung and I were the most normal couple anyway." You run a hand over your face, checking your watch with your tongue in your cheek. "I'm late. You'll lock up, right?"
You're grabbing your purse without an answer from him, only for your phone to buzz with an incoming call in your pocket. You fish it out as Seungcheol beelines back for the kitchen, the creak of a cabinet followed by an aha! as you answer the call without looking.
"Hello?" You wave at Seungcheol, who gives you a cute smile before you slip out the front door.
"You and me, lunch at Amato's. Whaddya say?" It's Soonyoung, the sound of his stupid stereo blaring in the background. You're not sure if it's his car or if he's at the studio, but either way, it's way too early to hear Thong Song by Sisqo.
"You call me at…8:32 on a Tuesday morning while blasting a sex song to ask if I want to get lunch at Amato's? You've gotta give the bit up at some point, Hosh." You roll your eyes as if he can see you, barreling down the stairs of your complex as he laughs on the other end. You practically sprint to your car, the sky rumbling above you.
"You don't have to call me that, you know. You can just keep calling me Soonie."
"We're broken up, you fool. What's the point of pet names without the pet?"
"You never told me you were into that—"
"I'm not! God, you're so annoying." You fumble with your door handle, popping it open just as a fat drop of rain lands on your head. You clench your teeth, throwing your bag into your passenger seat as another laugh comes through the staticky call.
"So…Amato's? Yes or no, babe."
"Call me babe again, and I'll make sure your 'meatballs' are on the menu—"
"Hey, hey! I need those!"
"You're disgusting. Pick me up at noon, if you're late even by a minute I'll have lunch with Jihoon." You hang up before he can reply, taking a deep breath before shoving your keys into the ignition. Cranking the ignition, the engine doesn't start.
"Wonderful. Wonder-fucking-ful." You rub your face, letting out a suffocated scream into your palms before leaning against your horn. "This is fine."
You grab your bag, pulling it over your shoulder with a sniff, turning your nose up as you slam back out of it. Your hand on your hip, you kick your tire rim when Seungcheol's voice rings out behind you.
"Need a ride?"
"On a real cowboy, damn it. Can you spare or will you be late?"
You hold a file folder over your head, the sprinkles of rain splattering against it as he grins, rounding the car to open the door for you. You give him a grateful smile, slipping in quickly and shutting his door as he makes his way around. He slides into the driver's side, half-finished protein shake in hand (a cup you'll know you won't get back) when he stills. He fishes his phone out of his pocket, pressing his knuckle into the car's start button before looking over at you.
"It's Tuesday."
"…It is. Lots of meetings. Already running late."
"You're having lunch with Soonyoung, huh?"
"Will you fuck off?" You sink into the passenger seat, crossing your arms on your chest with a petulant kick of your feet. Seungcheol's stereo turns on, blasting Cupid's Chokehold by Gym Class Heroes through the local radio station.
"Fitting, isn't it?"
"Fuck off, Seungcheol."
His laughter fills your ears as he pulls out of the lot.
"You're late." Jihoon calls as you scurry past him, making you scowl.
"Andyou're annoying. Let me be, will you? It's pouring out there." You spit, shucking off your soaked sweater. Grimacing, you shove into a drawer in your desk, settling at your desk as the cold air hits your back.
"Here."
You look up to see Jihoon holding a folded blanket over the divider between your desks. You raise a brow, and he rolls his eyes before tossing it onto your keyboard.
"Just take it. Soonyoung'll have my head if I let his girlfriend freeze."
"I'm not his girlfriend anymore, Jihoon."
"That's not what he thinks." Jihoon grouses, making you roll your eyes as you grab the blanket off your keyboard. You wrap it around your shoulders after shaking it out, tonguing your cheek as you sign into your computer. "Speaking of Soonyoung, where are you guys going for lunch today? Just so I don't bump into you."
You snort, looking up from your monitor to see Jihoon staring down at a thick file in his hands, his brows furrowed as he tapped a pen on his lips.
"What makes you think I'm going to lunch with Soonyoung today?"
He looks up, a confused glaze over his eyes as he gestures to the air with his pen.
"It's Tuesday? You guys always go on a lunch date on Tuesdays." He speaks slowly, giving you an insulted look before glancing back down at his file. You blink, before he stands abruptly. "I've got a bone to pick with Mingyu. Let me know when I get back, because I was thinking Amato's today and I don't want to see you guys sharing a bowl of spaghetti a la Lady and the Tramp."
Your reply is caught in your throat as Jihoon whizzes by, his cologne filling your nose as you stare at your keyboard. It was a light purple, a gift from Soonyoung weeks before the two of you started dating all those years ago. Your eyes travel up, the picture on your monitor big and bright in your vision — you, Soonyoung and his dog, Latte, in the middle of a park. You had a beef stick in your hand, and Latte managed to bite it right as Soonyoung took the photo.
It was hers after that.
You feel an odd sensation in your stomach as you clear your throat, opening the employee portal and logging on.
Your hands still over the Enter button. You blink once, twice, three times before pressing it — the portal opening and your chest feeling tight as you fumble around for your water bottle. Another gift from Soonyoung, right before the breakup — one you can't stop yourself from using, lest his little minions (re: Seokmin and Seungkwan) report back to him and say they saw you drinking out of a cup instead of the insulated forty-ounce water bottle in baby blue.
You sit momentarily, popping the straw out of the bottle as you glance around the rest of your desk. A framed photo of Latte, another of Latte and Soonyoung, and one of you and him the first time you went to the county fair — sitting in a Ferris Wheel, fear evident in his eyes as you both posed for the camera. You remember him throwing up right after — and you mourned the loss of sixteen dollars worth of frozen mango margaritas. It was a good memory nevertheless, one of the last dates before the two of you sat down and talked about your relationship with no bounds.
Soonyoung had brought it up first — talks of lack of quality time because of your jobs, one he quit shortly after dating you because it was a breach of contract to date within the company. He used his savings to open a dance studio downtown, only two and a half blocks from your office building. That was why you had Tuesday lunch dates, and that was why you'd gotten used to barreling downstairs on Thursday afternoons to see him leaning on his motorcycle with an extra helmet and riding pants for you.
That was how you managed to spend time together. A busy manager at a financial office where everyone but your friends were incompetent and a new small business owner fighting for his spot in the Top 10 Dance Studios on Tripadvisor didn't have much time to spare, even for those they loved most. He brought up a break, a moment to come home late without feeling the ache in his chest at seeing you were already asleep. He brought up a pause, a step back for you to realize if you really wanted to keep feeling your stomach sink knowing he was going to be late picking you up from work on Thursday evenings.
It was you who pulled the plug entirely.
Neither of you cried. You didn't say anything for a full ten minutes, actually — you both sat in your then-shared dining room, glasses of liquor full in front of you before one of you laughed. You don't remember who, but suddenly the room was full of giggles and Soonyoung stood up to plant a soft kiss on your hairline.
"We should go apartment hunting. It'll be bad for us to stay here if we're broken up."
He cleaned the table, and you both ordered takeout to eat in front of the television, sitting thigh to thigh. You went to bed together, your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck and soft I love yous were whispered before you fell asleep. The next week was full of impromptu apartment tours together, correcting agents when they asked if you were together and picking each other's furniture out during breaks in between packing boxes.
You think that was why the split was so clean.
It seemed like there wouldn't be an end to you and Soonyoung anyway — your relationship only being a quick knot in the road that was a lifelong friendship. Your pinkies were linked as you dragged each other through hardware stores, picking new paint colors and you'd complain about sore backs to one another after helping build IKEA furniture. He'd make you stay on his bed and take the couch if you were over too late, he'd make warm breakfast and send you on your way with a full tumbler of tea.
He'd hug you so tight, you wondered if he wanted to let go. If he was reluctantly letting go, and if that was what kept you both so tethered to one another.
It wasn't that you didn't love Soonyoung. You did.
You do.
Talks of marriage were few and far between, but they were lengthy. Conversations about rings, dream venues, how he wanted to wear a nice pink tie instead of the regular black. How he wanted camellias and you wanted hydrangeas, and how you compromised by saying both at the exact same time. You expressed your distaste for stuffy ballrooms, and he eagerly wrapped his arms around you with the admittance of wanting a semi-outdoor celebration.
You looked at rings together. Sapphires, emeralds, infinity bands and even mentions of his mother's 10-carat ring — nothing really caught your eye until he came home from his week-long birthday trip back to his parents' place, one you missed to take care of something a bunch of rookies screwed up at work. He tried to play it cool, he tried to be nonchalant — before popping his suitcase open two days after arriving to reveal a velvet box buried beneath his underwear.
A simple gold band, and a pretty round-cut diamond sitting in the prongs with two sets of three smaller rubies nestled against the sides. With an impish smile, he set it down on the dresser for the two of you to stare at, your hand tight around his as you swallowed nervously.
"Is that—"
"I didn't think. I just saw it and I bought it."
"…Is this you proposing?"
That conversation was had three years into your relationship, two days after his birthday dinner at Jeonghan's restaurant in downtown. You were both dressed to the nines, all fitted black dress and his nice tie — only to leave the restaurant after and pull through a Wendy's drive-thru with grumbling bellies.
It never came up again. The ring sat on his side of the dresser, among his colognes, and mocking you every morning until you woke up and you weren't sharing an apartment with him anymore. It was then that you finally cried — loud enough that your director didn't question you when you reluctantly called off work, hard enough that you could hardly breathe and long enough that Soonyoung seemingly felt a disturbance in the force and swung by after work.
He too, broke down then. He held you close, promising it wasn't forever. Promising that things would work themselves out, that he'd find a way, that things would change. Linking his pinky finger to yours in a juvenile vow that it was you and him to the ends of the earth — even if it wasn't him in your bed every night, even if you found somebody new.
Even if it hurt him to think that way.
That night ended with him laying on the floor next to your bed, holding your hand over the edge as you slept. He didn't leave until morning, leaving breakfast and a note that said see you next week tucked into a packed lunch bag. You didn't cry about it again, instead getting dressed for work and hiking the bag over your shoulder with your purse.
You decided you'd distance yourself a bit after that, and you assumed it was what Soonyoung would want, too — until you stepped outside on Thursday evening that same week, seeing your ex-boyfriend slow to a stop in front of your office building. He pulled his helmet off, black hair falling into his eyes as he turned to see you standing a few feet away.
It wasn't like you weren't expecting it. You'd taken a rideshare to work that morning out of habit, charging the fifteen dollars to Soonyoung's credit card on the app.
Whether you like it or not, Soonyoung's got you in a grip you're not so sure you want to be freed from. It's like his fingers hold the oxygen you need, wrapped tight around your throat but fully willing to let go. Fully able to let go, but refusing to because you've got him the exact same way.
Soonyoung doesn't know a life that isn't all about you. He'd gone to college with you after meeting you his senior year of high school, he'd landed two internships with you back to back, he'd gotten you both hired at Pledis Finance and he left so you'd get your promotion and he'd still get to be your boyfriend. He opened his business, he made good money and he tried to make more time for the two of you now that he was his own boss. He tried everything, even pulling strings at your job to get you off early every few Fridays — and it worked. Soonyoung's life is having his cake and eating it, too, and it's all about you.
"Ugh."
You click out of the portal on your screen, moving to settings and removing the photo of you and Soonyoung with a default screensaver.
"Yowch, chaos in utopia? Did Boyfriend leave the stove on again?"
You hear Wonwoo behind you, before the heat of his chest is right next to the back of your chair. You scowl, swatting your hand over your shoulder and brushing the collar of his shirt as he snickers.
"He's not my boyfriend, Jeon. Shut up."
"Well, he's certainly something. And speaking of him, he's moping in the group chat about how you hung up on him earlier. You might wanna get him to shut up before Minghao kicks him out again."
You shove Wonwoo's shoulder behind you, only earning more mischievous giggles as he practically skipped away, and you glanced at the photos on your desk. A moment passes before you grab all of them and shove them into a drawer with a clatter, before the buzz of your phone catches your attention.
NEW! [3] Messages In: After Hours 🍸
Soonyoung 💘: she hung up on me!
Cheol: dude we do not care
Jihoon: retweet ^
You tongue your cheek, quickly clicking around before shooting the message off and tossing your phone in the very same drawer. A hoot is heard across the office, but you only open your portal again and take a deep breath, forcing yourself to focus.
Message To: After Hours 🍸
↳ Replying to: Kwon Soonyoung
YOU: minghao can you boot him plz
NEW! [2] Messages In: After Hours 🍸
Hao: with pleasure
Kwon Soonyoung: hey!!!
Hao has removed Kwon Soonyoung from the group.
NEW! [2] Messages from: Kwon Soonyoung
[11:58 AM] ditching the bike. coming to get you on foot since amato's is a block away.
[12:01 PM] where are you? i'm outside.
"You're not very funny, you know."
Soonyoung is pouting as you tuck your hands into your jacket pockets, your heels clicking against the pavement as he falls into lockstep besides you. You bite back a smile, shrugging your shoulders as he drapes his arm over them and pulls you into his side. You don't touch him, giving him a sideways glance as your hand clenches in your pocket — usually tucked into the back pocket of his jeans.
"I'm hilarious, thank you. Where's the bike?"
"Reducing my carbon footprint. Add me back to the group or you pay for your own alfredo."
"I can afford a fifteen dollar plate of alfredo pasta, Soonyoung." You snort, only for him to stomp his foot as you reach the crosswalk.
"You shouldn't have to, though. Why can't you just let me love you?" He grumbles, and you feel your heart sink just a bit as the light changes, allowing you to cross quickly.
"I have let you love me, and I continue to let you in this weird little situation we have going on. If you wanna pay for my lunch, be my guest." You shrug again, seeing the blinking red sign of Amato's come into view. "How's work? Still struggling with that 3 PM client?"
"I don't get lunch with you to talk shop." He scoffs, his hand on your shoulder swiping your collarbone. "How's your back? If it still hurts I can get you in with Chan at the massage spa. Great guy, always uses this really nice almond oil."
"Pft, no thanks. My back is fine, Mingyu got me a pillow for my desk chair." You pat your back unceremoniously, and Soonyoung's lip juts out in a pout.
"You let Mingyu buy you things?"
"Don't get jealous, it's not a good look on you."
"'M not jealous." He mutters, "just wondering what a twerp like him has to offer you."
"That twerp is our friend, Soonyoung. Watch your mouth." You remind him, your tone bored as he huffs. He mutters under his breath, and you seemingly don't care enough to catch it as you both stop at the corner. A couple is standing beside you, headed in the same direction — and the girl's ring finger catches your eye.
Yellow gold, marquis-cut ruby.
"…and she said she doesn't want to book the slot anymore because it takes up too much of her time. Lady, all the slots are 90-minutes anyway, and I don't do private sessions with less than 4 people. I don't know what…are you paying attention? Babe."
Soonyoung's hand squeezes your shoulder, and you tear your eyes away from the girl's hand to meet his worried ones. You realize you're on the other side of the street, in front of the restaurant doors.
"You okay? You kinda…spaced out there."
"What did I say about calling me babe?"
You let out a breath, feigning annoyance as he pulls the door open. The smell of hearty marinara fills your heart as you step inside, your hand in your pocket coming out to pull him forward by his shirt. He stumbles next to you, and you smile at the hostess that knows you both by name now.
"Hey, guys! Booth in the back, right?" She grins, and you nod quickly before she lets you slip past her. Your hand on Soonyoung's shirt is grabbed by his own, and you yank it out of his grasp before he can interlace your fingers.
"Sit on that side." You point at the opposite side of the booth as you slide into the other, and you ignore the wounded puppy look on his face as he slips into it reluctantly.
"Are you mad at me or something?" He asks softly, and you don't get a chance to reply when your favorite waitress, Saerom, skids in front of your booth with two glasses of water and a basket of bread. She sets them down, pulling a ramekin of garlic butter from her apron pocket and sliding it next to the bread with a quick smile that fades faster than a New York minute.
"Ooh, trouble in paradise? You guys never sit across." She questions, whipping out her notepad as you clear your throat. "Anything I can do?"
"Uh, nope. Just the usual, please." You say quickly, and she gives you a concerned look as Soonyoung shifts uncomfortably. He shucks his jacket off, giving Saerom a quick nod as she awkwardly skirts away. You fiddle with the straws at the end of the table, tossing one across the table for him before tearing the paper off your own and shoving it into your glass.
"Y/N? Did I do something?"
You shake your head, "Nope. Just eat your bread, Soonyoung."
He seems unsatisfied by the answer, but doesn't push it. You both sit in silence, the tap of Soonyoung's shoe the only sound in your vicinity as the restaurant remains solemn on the early Tuesday afternoon.
You clear your throat twice without anything to say, and for once, he doesn't say anything either. Sitting across from one another is weird, and the side of your thigh where his usually brushes is cold as you rub your hand over your slacks to warm it up. He seems slightly defeated but like he doesn't want to push it, he doesn't want to make a conversation uncomfortable — something that Soonyoung never shied away from. To be uncomfortable is to subject yourself to growth, to new beginnings, to understandings.
But he does nothing of the sort as he chews his bread for too long and finishes his first glass of water in three sips.
Saerom comes and goes — more bread, your appetizers of soup and arancini, your entrees of lasagna and classic alfredo with tagliatelle pasta noodles. The crease between her brows grows deeper as she slides a dessert menu on the table in the middle of you pushing your pasta around.
Your chest feels tight as he rests his chin on his palm, chewing aimlessly around the same bite of lasagna. Your eyes meet for a moment, before you set your fork down. Glancing over your shoulder, you see Saerom talking with the bartender, Joshua. You stare at the pasta on your plate, the letters on the dessert menu blurring as your eyes slowly fill with tears.
"What are we doing?" You whisper, and he stills.
"What do you mean?"
"What are we doing, Soonyoung?"
You blink rapidly, willing the tears back as you shrug. "Tuesday lunch, Thursday night drives…I still get off early every other Friday because of you. I still spend the night at your place once a week like we did before we moved in together. There's pictures of you and Latte on my desk at work, you're my screensaver on every device I own that isn't my television. I still make kimchi fried rice at two in the morning and expect you to walk out of the bedroom and join me on the couch."
Looking back up at him, you tilt your head to the side.
"So what are we doing, Soonyoung? Why are we doing this? What do we gain?"
He sits for a minute. The longest minute of your life, you think, as you cross and uncross your legs beneath the table. He stares at you for the minute, too — his eyes darting all over your face. Reading you, taking you in as his tongue peeks out to lick his lips.
"I don't know how to live a life that doesn't revolve around you." He whispers, but it's shaky. His fingers tremble as he traces the logo of the restaurant on the table mat, his eyes glossy as he shrugs. "It's selfish. I'm selfish, even, but it's the truth. I've never known a moment that isn't full of you and I don't know how I've made it this long without breaking down and begging you to take me back. I've never hated a mattress more than the one I have now. It smells like you without you slipping being under my covers when I get home late, and I can't bring myself to look at half the clothes in my closet without thinking of you. You're everywhere and nowhere and I can't sleep well most nights, no matter how tired I am, because it's cold without you. I'm freezing without you."
He taps the table mat, sniffling as a singular tear rolls down his cheek. He wipes at it haphazardly, clearing his throat as he looks away.
"I don't know what we're doing. I don't know but I don't care as long as I keep seeing you, even if it hurts me to know that I can't kiss you. I can't kiss you, or call you baby, or call you mine but I don't care." The words come out in one breath, your lip trembling as you hold back a sob. "You're all I know. My entire existence is dedicated to you. How could I just let that go?"
"Because this is unhealthy."
"You sound like Seungcheol. Stop hanging out with that guy, he'll poison the well."
He scoffs, wiping his eyes roughly as you suck in the deepest breath possible. Your throat aches as your hand finds your wallet, deep in the pocket of your slacks. He looks at you with such a tenderness in his gaze, your stomach flipping as you try to clear your throat.
"I don't know what we're doing, but I know how I feel. How I've always felt and how I know you feel, too." His voice still shakes, but he's confident. He squeezes his eyes shut, nibbling on his lip before sighing and forcing himself to look at you.
"So what the hell are we doing? Why aren't we together? Why am I meeting you three times a week when I could come home to you every night? Why can't I think of you when I'm in the fucking shower without feeling guilty? Why are we doing this?"
"You think of me in the shower?" You blurt, and he tongues his cheek.
"You're missing the point."
"What point? That you're a pervert?"
"So what? I'm not allowed to fantasize about my girlfriend of six fucking years? God forbid a man has hobbies."
"I'm not your girlfriend, is the problem." You shoot back, and he rolls his eyes, sliding out of his booth and rounding the table to sit next to you. He pushes you further into it with his hip, his jeans brushing your slack as he rearranges the plates. "Soonyoung."
"No. We have time for each other and I miss being woken up by the sound of pots and pans banging as Riverdale plays way too loud on the television. I miss talking about getting married and remembering the gleam in your eyes when you thought I was proposing, and I regret not doing it. I regret thinking I wasn't ready because I've always been ready and I've always been yours, even if you're not mine."
He shifts in his seat, his knee bumping yours as he turns.
"I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for over ten years. Since college, I've known who seared her name into my heart and if it's not you, then it's no one. We can end it, fully, and I'll do everything I can to move on if that's what you want." His hand grabs yours from on top of your thigh, squeezing softly as you glance at him through teary eyes.
"Just don't tell me you don't love me anymore."
"I could never."
"Then what are we doing? Why are we still sitting here when I could get Jeonghan to let you off early and we can move all your shit into my place? Or even get a new place together? What are we doing?"
"Wasting time." Saerom's voice calls out from across the restaurant as she thumbs through a wad of cash, and Joshua elbows her with a pointed look. "Ouch, you bastard! It's not like I lied!"
"You're meddling." He grits, and you let out a pitiful laugh as Soonyoung interlaces your fingers. "Guys, it's on us if you wanna go…make out, or something."
"Who's meddling now?" Saerom grumbles, and he shoves her shoulder lightly as Soonyoung smiles softly. "Come on. I'll even take you on a date. We can go on a ride around the Han River like we did on our first date, I'll buy you a soda from the same vending machine and shake it so it explodes like it did then."
"Is that when you realized I was the one? After I told you that Nissan dick joke?"
He rolls his eyes, pulling you out of the booth as you chuckled.
"I knew you were the one before that stupid joke."
"Prove it. You, me, the Han River on your bike and a shaken orange soda. I'll find another dick joke on the way there."
"Done deal."
"YOU OWE ME SIXTY BUCKS."
Seungcheol slaps the back of Mingyu's head as they sip beers on the carpet of your apartment. The younger scowls, shoving Seungcheol away as he snickers.
"I didn't even make that bet with you, it was Jeonghan." He mutters, but digs his wallet out of his pocket anyway. You quickly reach over and pluck the cash out of Mingyu's fingers, sticking your tongue out at a sulking Seungcheol. "Hey!"
"Is for horses. You're not allowed to bet on two people in love, it's in poor taste." You scoff, shoving them into the pocket of your shorts. "Plus, consider it payment for helping me pack up my apartment."
"Shouldn't you be paying us?" Mingyu blinks, and you shake your head.
"I put up with you guys bitching and moaning after offering to help me move so I could get out of here faster. It's like, reparations for subjecting me to your manly grumbling. Not to mention, you bet on the love of my life coming back to me as if we weren't in utter limbo."
"Why are you guys just sitting there? Help me move the boxes!" Soonyoung scolds them from the doorway of your bedroom, Jihoon squeezing out with a box labeled shoes.
"Why do you have so many fucking shoes? Are you a caterpillar?" He grouses, pushing past the two men scrambling to get up from the carpet and beelining for the door. You roll your eyes, watching as Seungcheol and Mingyu clamber into your bedroom as Soonyoung slips out of the way. You attempt to duck out of his path, but he grabs the belt loop of your shorts and pulls you back into his chest.
"Why are you running?"
"Not running, whatever do you mean?"
"So, avoiding?"
"Gasp, I'd never avoid my fiancé." You feign shock as he presses a kiss to your cheek, sinking his teeth into it lightly before swat him away. "Stop it! We have guests!"
"Oh, spare the excuses. You guys fucked in my car once." Seungcheol retorts, and Soonyoung kicks the back of his thigh. He scowls, giving a horse-like kick back before scurrying out of the apartment.
Soonyoung's arms slide around your waist, making you roll your eyes as he sways you back and forth. You settle your hands atop his, before feeling one of his hands slide over your left. He fiddles with the ring on your finger, tugging at it gently.
"Are we ready for this?" You whisper, looking down at the glimmer of the gemstone in the low light. He flips your hand over, the letter S engraved on the band staring back up at you both. "Soonyoung."
"Born ready, I think. After all…I've always been all about you."
Messages In: After Hours 🍸
Gyu: i don't think we should add him back. he's gonna talk about how much he loves yn and it's gonna make me barf.
Jihoon: still dealing with that breakup, huh? you'll be alright, bud.
Jihoon added Soonyoung 💘 to the group.
Soonyoung 💘: I'M BACK BITCHES! WHO WANTS TO BE A GROOMSMAN!
Jeonghan: YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED? SEUNGCHEOL YOU OWE ME EIGHTY BUCKS!
You removed Jeonghan from the group.
You removed Cheol from the group.
You: anyone else?
Seokmin: plz tell me i can be the flower girl
Seungkwan: nice try, it's gonna be me.
Soonyoung 💘: honey i'm outside to pick you up
Hao has removed Soonyoung 💘 from the group.
Hao: please be gross elsewhere.
You: hey hao?
Hao: i'm not adding him back. what do you want?
You: do you like poutine?
Hao:…
You added Soonyoung 💘 to the group.
Soonyoung 💘: poutine this DICK in your mouth
Hao has removed Soonyoung 💘 from the group.
Hao has removed you from the group.
✦ genre: soulmate au, fluff, fluff and a bit more fluff
✦ note: it’s here, a new soulmate series have begun. i’ve spent the last few weeks brainstorming just what i want to happen, so expect more regular updates and a shit load of fluff and angst. As usual let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist and please don’t be a silent reader
He was a happy guy. He had always been dancing, screaming and laughing. So when he one day woke up with light blue hair, all he could do was laugh his ass off before showing it off to his parents.
His mother had been horrified. His somewhat long locks were enough for her to almost lose her mind. But at least her son had a mark, even though it might be one of the more difficult ones.
Soonyoung didn’t care, he loved it. Every time he woke up with a different color he wore it out with pride.
The hair had been a blessing in their early years, saving Pledis for spending money on stylists. But as the group grew in popularity, it ended up becoming more and more problematic. Which meant he now had his stylist and hairdresser on speed dial in case his color changed during promotions.
He often wondered what you thought of the mark, if you loved it as much as he did. Had he known how much you loved that he too used his hair to express himself, he would’ve been doing cartwheels through the Hybe building.
Your hair had been a way for you to express yourself since you were young. When you were around 6 you had decided to do something cool and had stolen the kitchen scissors and made your vision come to life.
Luckily your parents just laughed at your antics, always telling you to keep expressing yourself, and to never let anyone dim your light.
So you didn’t. And when your soulmate started playing along on your own crazy behavior, you knew he would be perfect. He was the piece that was still missing, the part your soul yearned for.
It wasn’t often you saw people with similar crazy hair colors to yourself, but whenever you did you looked their way, hoping you would feel that undeniable pull everyone always explained. You were of course some what disappointed when it led nowhere.
But you never lost hope, no you would find your colorful other half when the time was right.
Your love for hair had taken you all the way to beauty school. It had been a dream since you were young, a dream that was coming true.
The people who worked side by side with you were in constant awe of the always changing colors and overall health of your hair and scalp. You didn’t have the heart to tell them that most of the colors weren’t your own doing.
Your mark had always felt private, something only a chosen few knew about. It wasn’t that you were afraid of what people would say; you just didn’t feel the need to share it with everyone you met in life.
Soonyoung saw things a little differently however, he bragged to everyone who would ever want to listen. He even had a note on his phone with pictures and the days his hair had changed. Plus a little added bonus of who the sudden change had pissed off the most.
He often wondered just how much money Pledis used on his hair within the year.
“I’m pretty sure it’s a shit load of money” he said as he leaned back in the chair of the stool. The hair had been fixed not long ago. But for some reason something seemed to tell him it would change right before the filming of the music video.
Jihoon just shook his head with a somewhat subtle smile as he typed something into his phone.
Soonyoung raised a brow and his best friend just shrugged. “You just inspired me a little, don’t take it personally”
A loud shriek escaped Soonyoung's throat. “OH! Oh that’s so amazing, please make us a love song. You could call it rainbow or something”
The producer just stood up with a wave and left his now blond friend in the chair while a make up artist kept working on him. Almost silently cursing at the idol that was currently bouncing in her chair.
Soonyoung just smiled a little to himself. He couldn’t help but wonder just how cool it would be for you to find him through their music.
The guys often discussed the order of which they would find their other halves. So far none had been that lucky but they had all put money down. He hoped he would be the first one.
In the group his mark was one of the harder ones, no one really had it better than Jun, but hearing your soulmates thoughts, actually being able to communicate was definitely a privilege not many had the pleasure of experiencing.
Mingyu was the one who, according to Soonyoung, had it the worst. How was anyone supposed to find one's soulmates by having food cravings appear on your wrist in black ink?
It had amazed all of them that there was no repetition of their marks within the group. Though it had made it a lot more fun to discuss since none of them had any real knowledge of how it felt. Throughout HYBE there were a few people that shared marks.
Vernon especially talked a lot with both Jimin and Heeseung, all of them always ready to supply each other with soul-band-aids. Just as Jeonghan and Jake had shared their despair and frustrations whenever they ran into eachother.
But Soonyoung was alone with his mark, but he had a heart filled with hope that you would get to him sooner rather than later.
The morning was slow, like most were. After you had gotten your internship the days started later than when you had been at school. You didn’t complain, being a night owl made it a little easier to actually function.
You had been at the salon for almost two months and it was such a blessing. It was one of the more prestigious beauty salons in Seoul. They did everything from make up and hair and had contacts in every major entertainment building in the city.
That had also meant you had signed around one thousand NDA’s when you had gotten the job. It had been somewhat nerve wrecking the first time an idol stepped through the doors, but incredibly enough you got kind of used to it.
The other stylists enjoyed your company. They always answered questions with a smile and weren’t afraid of correcting you or showing you better or faster techniques. It helped a lot that you were a fast learner.
Through your time there you had gotten a few regular customers.
One was B, as you liked to call her. B for bounce and blowouts which was exactly what she ordered whenever she sat down.
She didn’t mind the fact it took a little longer since she got the service for the discounted price.
“Your hair change a lot” she said as she leaned her head a little to the side as she watched you work in the reflection of the mirror in front of you.
You chuckled as you took your hand to adjust the angle of her head.
“You need to sit still if you don’t want me to make your curls crooked”
She laughed out loud. “No but seriously, how does your hair not fall out?”
Your eyes softened a little, a blush staining your cheeks. She lifted a brow, urging you to go on.
“It’s my mark” it had been a while since you had opened up to anyone about it.
Her mouth opened a bit, and a chocked expression painted her face. “Oh wow! That’s a new one. Is that why you’re a stylist? To potentially find him?”
“No” you answered quickly. “I’ve always enjoyed playing with my own hair. Apparently he does too” you shrugged.
“Well at least I’m not the only one with a tricky mark” She smiled but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. You kept working on her hair, trying not to look at her for too long. The last thing you wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable.
“What’s yours?” You asked, hoping you didn’t overstep.
She sighed as she played with the cape. “I find his lost things”
“That sounds… difficult”
B sighed, and looked back up at you. “It wouldn’t be, but it seems that he’s somewhat of a neat freak so he rarely lose anything”
You squeezed her shoulder once and she sent you a thankful smile.
The two of you looked towards the door as the small bell above it chimed, indicating a new client. It was Joshua.
Much like the woman in your chair he came in more often than others. Whenever him and the group was in Seoul he took his time to come in once a week, usually with his mother. But today it seemed that he was alone.
His kind nature made all the women swoon. The fact that he tipped well definetly helped as well.
You watched as the woman in the chair almost shrunk. Slowly a hand crept up in front of her face, sheilding it from the idol. Her face had turned completely red.
You leaned closer. “Your bias?” You whispered.
She nodded.
It was a funny thing; seeing someone who was usually confident, become so small. But you couldn’t help but admire her for not wanting him to be uncomfortable.
Joshua bowed to everyone in the salon as he usually did. You offered a small wave; and he waved back. Eyes lingering at the person in your chair before the door opened and a loud “hyung!” bounced off the wall of the salon, stealing the idols attention.
In walked none other than Hoshi, and now it was your turn to go red. You turned your back to the pair, and you and your client looked at eachother once before bursting into laughter.
As per fucking usual, Joshua had dropped his bagcharm as he had walked out of the car to go into the salon.
And as per fucking usual, Soonyoung forgot that him loosing things usually was on purpose. So he picked it up and ran after him.
That had led to a quiet discussion, Joshua trying desperately not to draw too much attention to him as he scolded one of his younger brothers.
But Soonyoung didn’t hear a single thing. His attention was captured by the laugh he had just heard, a laugh he wanted Woozi to sample just so he could listen to it over and over again.
And his eyes were fixated on the blond hair; a perfect shade match to his own that was hidden behind the beanie he was wearing.
He looked at the woman behind the counter and with a serious tone said: “I need an appointment as well”
Joshua’s head whipped towards him. “Didn’t you just get your hair done?”
He just nodded in response; eyes never really leaving that back that was still towards him. Just one look, he just wanted to see what you looked like, to see if there was a pull.
“Can she do my hair?” He pointed towards you.
The woman looked through the computer and apologized profusely as she discovered your fully booked day.
It didn’t matter; he could still test his theory now that you for some reason refused to turn around.
He ended up in a chair next to Joshua.
“Dude are you sure this is a good idea? I’m pretty sure our manegers are gonna kill you”
Soonyoung took a deep breath. “I don’t care, I’ll just blame her… I just need to see…” he shook his head, keeping the last bit to himself.
I just need to see if it’s her
He couldn’t explain it but it was as if you were the center of the universe, as if you were the reason he was walking this earth.
He had read enough articles about finding ones other half that he knew he would actually have to look into your eyes for the bond to snap into place. Oh and he would make you look at him; one way or another.
“So, what can I do for you?” One of the stylists said. She had worked on him before.
“I wanna do something drastic - like a pink, or maybe a red?”
Joshua’s head whipped towards him. “Can’t you do it somewhere else? I’m gonna get scolded for allowing you to do this”
He just smiled, that smile he always made when he meant trouble. All he got from his hyung in return was rolled eyes.
The stylist came back shortly after with two bowls of color - one pink, one red. He looked to Joshua who only shook is head in a: “don’t look to me for advice”
Soonyoung swallowed once. Twice. “Let’s go with pink” he said with a thight lipped nod.
His heart was almost beating out of his chest, and it almost felt like his lungs couldn’t quite get enough oxygen for his body and brain to function.
Through the mirror his eyes were on your back. He didn’t know if the effect was something that would be seen instantly, or if it would take a while for your hair to change color. But he was ready to come by every day if that was what it took.
You hadn’t dared to look Hoshi’s way. He had been your bias for so long, and you had quickly discovered that Seventeen loved using the stylists your salon provided. You had however expected a heads up before he stepped foot through the door.
“So the hair changing, how quick does that usually happen?”
You shrugged at your client's question. “I’m not really sure, haven’t really seen it in action yet. I guess we’ll find out when we meet”
She smiled. “Seems like it’s in real time if you ask me”
You furrowed your brows before finally looking from her to yourself in the mirror.
Pink stripes were slowly but surely appearing in your hair. You giggled. “Seems like he’s up to no good. I swear it’s literally no more than three days ago that he got the blond hair”
Piercing eyes met yours, and the kindest and most genuine happy smile painted B’s lips.
“I think you need to turn around girl”
And with that a gasp escaped your mouth. With shaking hands you put down the round brush and the curler you had in hand.
The world was moving in almost slow motion. You allowed yourself the embarrassment of having your bias witness you potentially finding your soulmate, but what you hadn’t expected, was your bias now with half of his scalp painted pink and the other half still blond.
Soonyoung sat up a little straighter as he watched you slowly turn around, almost as if he was ready to leap out of the chair. When you finally looked at him, he saw the blond hair slowly switch to match his bubblegum pink hair. He flew from his chair.
Everyone in the salon had stopped working. You could hear a pin drop to the floor.
He maneuvered around the chair and took a shy step towards you. Almost as if he would scare you if he moved too quickly. God he had known from the second he heard that laugh. You were his.
He had found you.
You smiled at him, bright, big and beautiful. That was all it took for him to awaken from his trance. In a few strides he was right in front of you.
His arms found your waist as he lifted you up in his arms in what almost sounded like a roar of happiness. It earned him a surprised squeak followed by a laugh. He spun you around and reveled in how you squeezed him tight, reveled in the scent of you around him.
People clapped but the two of you didn’t really care. You pulled away from him, but he never put you down. He kept you hovering over the floor.
“I think we might need to get the rest of your hair fixed before we do anything else” you said with a laugh he quickly returned.
“How about you fix it then?” He said as he squeezed your hip a little.
It was weird, this feeling of instantly feeling safe with someone, of feeling home.
“Oh hell yeah, let’s switch stylists” B said before waving over the stylist that still had the pink bowl of hair color in her hand.
Soonyoung grabbed your hand and dragged you back to his chair. Joshua had disappeared, it he knew him well, and he did, he had run back to get the guys showered and ready for you to meet them as soon as you were done with his hair. Or your boths hair.
He watched you as you picked up the bowl and carefully colored in the rest of his somewhat short hair.
You were absolutely mesmerizing. Beauty incarnate. He pinched himself once; just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He jumped a little at the pain, and as if it was the most natural thing to do, you let your hand caress his neck.
The goosebumps broke out everywhere, and for a second he hated he couldn’t just whisk you away, take you back home and just hold you, kiss you, the rest of the night.
When you had finished his hair the two of you took a picture to add to his notes in the salon mirror. You would never have to worry about matching outfits, cause your hair would always be identical in color.
He had told you about the guys, the group and carats; and he had literally jumped in his seat inside of the car when you told him that he was your bias.
In the elevator he had pulled you close to him, had caressed your cheek and studied your eyes.
He released a breath. “Can I kiss you?” He whispered. His hot breath caressing your skin.
A small nod later and he let his lips meet yours, he was gentle. Right up until a whine escaped your throat. That had released the beast of him within.
Before you could even react you were being lifted off the ground, pressed against the large mirror. Legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
Your hands roamed freely in his hair, down his shoulders and over his chest. Soonyoung pulled away and rested his forehead against your own.
“I’m kind of regretting introducing you to them all right away. I should just steal you away and worship you all night”
Your hands snaked up his neck and you gave him a little squeeze. “You have all night for that; right now we have a bet we need to win”
He let his head fall backwards as he chuckled. “You’re fucking perfect” he slowly put you down, kissing you slow and intimately. The kind of kiss that makes your head spin because you forget where you are.
The elevator doors dinged and he pulled you along down the hall.
“Wait here for just a second” he said with a smile, before opening the door to their practice room.
“YAH!” You heard someone yell as soon as he entered. “You told me I would get the day off and that we didn’t need to practice today!”
Soonyoung didn’t answer, he just smiled, looking at Joshua who only shook his head with a smile. Then he looked at you and extended his han for you to take.
And you did without hesitation.
“You do know our stylists are gonna kill you with that hai-“
Dino was interrupted the second you came into view; and then chaos erupted. Both DK and Seungkwan screamed and were instantly in each other arms as they kept repeating: “really?!”
The maknae just stood there with an open mouth and large eyes as he stared at you, the woman with matching hair to his friend.
Mingyu and Seungcheol were nothing less of a giggling mess as Vernon let out a long; “Aaaaaaaaah” as the pieces finally clicked into place.
“I would like for you all to meet my soulmate. I found her all by myself” the tiger said with such pride, you could do nothing but smile at him sweetly.
The boys were rushing to you a second later. All introducing themselves, asking questions and hugging their friend.
You hadn’t really thought about it, but you guess this meant you now had a whole extra family, and 12 brothers by your side.
note: ARH I CANT BELIVE I’M ACTUALLY DOING THIS 😭😭😭 I had a dream about Hoshi when I was in Berlin for Hobipalooza so I had to start with him. Please please let me know what you think! Your comments and support means the world to me
