warnings: none? it's just fluff again. except maybe the tiniest bit of angst. oh, and stressed hoshi.
wc: 1.7k
a/n: a little drabble i planned a while ago that i only got to writing now. belated happy hoshi day! thank you to my baby @mellowgyu for helping me finalise the banner, i love you. this is not proofread.
Soonyoung was in one of his moods— when he gets overly sensitive and practices to the point of exhaustion—and everyone in the room could feel his wrath. No one ever understood what causes the sudden spike of irritation in him and nobody has ever tried to find out because not only are they terrified of angry Hoshi, but these "moods" also make him more dedicated towards his performances. He always crushes the stage when in this state, but today, as the staff watch him repeatedly practice the choreography for his upcoming performance at the HxW concert, they start to worry for his health. Woozi, watching his friend dissociate as he overworks himself to what would most likely be bedrest in a hospital, decides he's seen enough and calls the one person he knows can calm him down, you.
By the time Hoshi is done with the Spider choreography for the nth time, the door opens and you walk in. Soonyoung doesn't see you yet, too busy wallowing in his own world of emotions that are ranging between anger, annoyance, fear and anxiety. He gestures for the music to be played again, taking his position on the pole, upside down as he gets ready to do it all over again. You see him close his eyes, taking a breather before he starts dancing to the song, you catch Jihoon's eyes and he gestures for everyone to leave, giving you both some privacy. Everyone except for you and Soonyoung have left the room, quietly to not alert the very obviously anxious man. The speaker hums through the silence in the room, the familiar melody echoing off the walls making Soonyoung's body move as if on autopilot.
His eyes are still closed as he starts to dance, you walk towards him, but he's completely lost in the sway of his arms and the beats of the music that rings through the air. It's the Hoshi you've seen on stage but this one is tired and fragile, your heart aches for him. When you reach him, you drop down to his level, coming face to face with your very much exhausted yet stubborn boyfriend who still doesn't realise what's happening. You stare at his face, the way he looks relaxed but to your accustomed eyes, the exhaustion is obvious. He looks beautiful, seemingly calm yet raging beneath that tough exterior, just like a tiger as he claims. You shake your head, fighting a smile as your mouth twitches, thinking about what you're about to do. It's when he's about to lift himself up that you move, your lips slotting against his in a kiss, an upside down kiss, and Soonyoung freezes, recognizing the warmth of your touch but confused about how and when you got here.
You take adavantage of his frozen state and bite his lip, making him whine as he feels you smile against him. Giving him another peck to soothe the sting, you pull back to see his face. His lips are still parted as he slowly opens his eyes, looking flustered with the tips of his ears reddened. Soonyoung tries to process everything that just happened, his fingers coming up to touch his lips, like he can't believe what you did. The action has you giggling, a sound that snaps him back to the present, his head tilting as he takes in the sight of you standing in front of him, smiling so beautifully that he forgets everything else. He realises he's smiling too— he has been since he felt you kiss him—he can't help it, it's an automatic reaction to you.
Propping himself upright since he was still hanging upside down, he gets off the pole and immediately goes to take you into his arms. "When did you get here baby?" Hearing his question, you narrow your eyes playfully and tsk, "You didn't notice me even when I walked over to you. That preoccupied, huh?"
You see the instant guilt on his face, softening as you realise he was a lot more stressed than you thought. "Hosh, look at me." Looking into his eyes, you ask him, "What's wrong? I've never seen you this distressed before." You see a smile appear on his face but it doesn't reach his eyes, "It's nothing baby, I just want to make sure I practice enough." Not believing a single word that came out of his smiling mouth, you continue to look into his eyes. Seeing the deadpan expression on your face, Soonyoung sighs, giving in. Honestly, he doesn't know why he bothered to lie in the first place when he knows you could easily see through the lie behind the practiced answer.
"I just feel like I need to make sure everything is perfect for the concert. It's our last one before enlisting, so I guess it just made me scared? I just-It's hitting me that I won't be on stage for a while after this so I want to make this as memorable as possible."
Listening to your boyfriend speak of his concerns, you understand where he's coming from. For as long as you've known Soonyoung, he's always shining on the stage—he thrives when he performs—so to have to leave that behind for a couple years must be a very complicated feeling that he has been dealing with since they announced this tour. However, you know that him overworking himself like this is not the answer.
"I understand that Soonie, but practicing like this will put your health at risk. It's more harm than good, so please rest properly and you can continue again, okay?"
He knows you're right, he knows Jihoon must have called you after seeing him do the same thing over and over again. He smiles to himself, thinking that he really is lucky to have his members. Yet, he still cannot bring himself to stop practicing like you tell him to. It's like his mind refuses to listen to his aching body, itching to start the music again.
Watching the conflict on his face, you reach out to grab his face with both hands, forcing him to look at you. You get his attention for a second before his mind wanders again, you heart aching for him as you realise this is much harder for him than he expected it to be, you do the on thing you can think of.
Soonyoung feels you kiss him again and he's shocked for a second before he reciprocates, not wasting time as he pulls you closer, not letting you get away this time. His hand moves to the back of your head, deepening the kiss and making you gasp when he bites you just like you did a few minutes ago.
When you part, both of you are panting from the intensity of the kiss and Soonyoung looks at you like he's finally snapped out of his thoughts surrounding the never ending practice. He breaks the silence first, "I'm sorry baby." A confused sound leaves you as you tilt your head, "For what?"
"You're trying to comfort me and make me understand that I need to stop doing this for my own good but my stubborn ass didn't listen."
Endeared, you assure him, "You're listening now, that's all that matters."
Soonyoung swears he's the luckiest man alive for having you in his life and he's thankful to the universe for bringing him to you. He calls your name softly, "Thank you, baby. God knows I love you so much." Chuckling, you pull him back into a tight embrace, "I love you, too."
He feels his knees weaken as if it's his first time hearing you say it—like he could melt into the ground at the sound of your voice telling him you love him—he doesn't think he will ever get used to that feeling.
He feels you pull away, and you're looking at him as you speak firmly, "Soonyoung, I know you're scared about leaving, I know you're scared about what the future will hold by the time you get back, but I want you to remember that no matter what, I'm not going anywhere. So are the members and your fans. Well, most of them anyway. The fans, I mean. Cheol will drag them back if any of the members try to leave." You hear him chuckle at that, knowing his leader will do exactly that. "I know it's terrifying to leave everything behind but it's not forever, we're all here for you. Always."
While your words don't make his concerns disappear, he does feel much more confident in facing the future, with you by his side. He then sees the love in your eyes and it makes him forget everything he was worried about, there's nothing more beautiful in his eyes. As long as you stay with him, he knows he'll be happy.
He moves to places sweet kisses against your eyelids and forehead before pulling you into another hug. You cuddle into his chest as you understand this is his way of saying he knows, and that he's thankful for you.
The moment is broken when the door opens and Jihoon walks in. He pauses when he sees the sight in front of him, the two of you snug in each other's arms. He smiles, "Good, you smacked some sense into him, I was starting to get worried since you were taking too long. I'll get going then. See you tomorrow, don't be so pissy tomorrow." He says, looking at Soonyoung before he turns and walks back out the door.
Laughing, you turn to look at your boyfriend who's rolling his eyes with a fond smile. "So, you wanna go get dinner?" He nods, about to ask what you want to eat when you beat him to it, "Kimchi-jjigae?" The smile on his face is wide enough to make his cheeks hurt, "Of course baby, let's go."
As you walk out the building and get into the car, Soonyoung finally remembers how you had kissed him when he was still on the pole trying to dance. Turning to look at you, he asks, "Baby, what made you think of kissing me while I was upside down?"
You grin at his question, mischief visible in your eyes, "You were too occupied with the stress that you weren't reacting to anything. So, I had to get creative."
Hearing your answer, Soonyoung laughs, "Well, you're welcome to do that any time, baby." Laughing with him now, you drive to your favorite restaurant to get dinner, happy that you managed to ease your boyfriend of his worries.
maybe "home" has been right in front of you all along.
→ pairing: soonyoung x f!reader (f2l)
→ warnings: smut (minors DNI), references to parental divorce and difficult relationship with parents, references to stress and anxiety from school/work, reader is a lawyer (sorry)
→ word count: 0.9k
→ note: happy holidays maki @sknyuz from your secret santa! hope you enjoy this little big-city-girl-comes-home-for-the-holidays hallmark moment <3 this fic is written for the 2025 studioSVT fic exchange event.
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You've had worse Christmases than this.
There was that year you were seven and your parents, freshly divorced, spent most of the evening of Christmas Eve trading venomous barbs over dinner. Which they insisted on having together, at your mother's apartment, because they might be divorced but they were still a family, goddamnit, and you prayed and prayed that night that an asteroid would strike Anyang and the earth would open up and swallow you—and your mother, and your father—whole.
Then there was the year you were seventeen, and the holidays found you—consumed with anxiety over the CSATs—with a stack of practice exams in a study cafe, surrounded by the other pathetic, miserable souls who were willing to sacrifice holiday merriment and yuletide cheer to the altar of college admissions. (You ended up scoring the highest in your district, high enough to earn you admission to Yonsei University, and your mother gave you nothing but a paper-thin smile and a murmured "good job.")
And then when you were twenty-seven, two years ago, you spent the entirety of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day holed up in your fancy fiftieth-floor corner office, choking down free coffee from the communal Keurig and poring over dozens of credit documents, because the client wanted the deal closed by year-end and you, as the most junior attorney on the team, got the short end of the stick. So while the partner you were killing yourself to please and the three senior associates on the deal took off to Hawaii or Jeju-do or to one of the shittier provinces they called home, you spoke to no one but the security guard in the lobby and microwaved whatever was left from the holiday party in the office fridge for dinner.
Anyway.
You've had worse Christmases. At least this year, someone's keeping you warm. Even if that person is—
"Shit," Soonyoung groans into your ear. "Yeah, just like that, baby—"
"Little soon for that, don't you think?"
He peels himself away from you. Pouts, a crease forming between his eyebrows, and he's so cute—cuter than you remember, honestly—that you're tempted to kiss it away. "Baby," he snarks, "I'm literally inside of you."
"Oh, fine. Whatever." You lean over and scrape your teeth over his earlobe, and he twitches under you, groaning. You smirk a little at how reactive he is, how pliant. "Call me whatever you want."
He snaps up into you, impatient for more. "Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good."
You roll your hips into him, over and over. You set a punishing pace that he matches, both of you rendered speechless. You're reduced to pants and moans as he carves a space for himself inside you, the drag of his cock and the friction against your clit overwhelming in the best way.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come." He kisses a path down your collarbone, all the way down to your breasts. "Shit, are you close?"
You grab a handful of his hair. Groan, the pleasure scratching its way out of your chest, when he starts sucking at your stiff, aching nipples. "Yeah, yes," you pant. "C-Close—"
He snakes his hands between you and finds your clit with surprising ease. Starts thumbing circles into it, and you think you're going to die, right then and there. "Come, baby," he grunts. "Come for me—"
You do. Harder than you ever have in your life, trembling and gushing around him, stars bursting in your belly and behind your eyes. He's not long to follow—he groans, broken, and stiffens under you as he spills into the condom.
And then—save the violent thundering of your heartbeat in your ears—silence.
You just sit there for a minute, slumped against him with his cock softening inside of you. He traces soft, lazy circles into the flesh of your hips, which feels far too affectionate for the moment, and you've always wondered if post-nut clarity was just a guy thing, but now the panic is setting in.
Oh, god. You just had sex with Soonyoung. Kwon Soonyoung. The sniveling little kid who sat next to you in kindergarten and stole your crayons. The boy who'd tug your ponytail on the bus home from school and let you play with his Nintendo DS. The teenager who'd walk kimchi jeon and tteok over from his mother's kitchen to yours and end up staying for dinner, his affable presence alleviating the usual tension at the dinner table. (Your mother may not have liked you very much, but she always had a soft spot for Soonyoung.)
Soonyoung, the boy you'd left behind in Anyang all those years ago in search of broader horizons, in search of a life beyond your parents, beyond your stifling hometown. And now he's looking at you like he's searching your eyes for something, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and it's like you never left.
"Baby." His face lights up in different shades of blue, yellow, red, and green, the Christmas lights he'd strung up in his living room bleeding rainbows across his skin in the dark. "Talk to me."
Soonyoung. It dawns on you then that you feel more like yourself now than you have in a long time. That Soonyoung is the closest thing you've ever had to family, real family, and that he makes up the entirety of your past but if this is what your future looks like, with his eyes shining up at you, tender and full of affection, decades of love—
Well, you might finally have something—someone—worth living for.
"I think," you whisper, "this is the best Christmas I've ever had."
CONTENT/WARNINGS: Military Enlistment, Yearning, Crying, Kissing, Mentions of having children
WC: 4.4k
SUMMARY: To make up for his absence, Kwon Soonyoung lets you ask for anything you want, no price limit… How do you tell him his card can’t really buy the thing you want most?
On the 20th, you learn that your boyfriend is not coming home.
“I’m sorry.” You can practically see the frown on Soonyoung’s face as he says it. “I tried to file my leave, but they already assigned me.”
The phone in your hand suddenly feels heavy, the pull of gravity on your body seems to have grown exponentially, and the only thing you can do is sit on the couch to try and process the fact that you would be spending the holidays without Kwon Soonyoung by your side.
“It’s okay,” You reply as you try to smile through the clench of your throat and the hollow ache in your chest. “It’s not like you have a choice, no? But… Be safe. Okay? And call me when you’re free—“
“Of course I will,” Soonyoung almost sounds offended, like the very idea of him not calling you during his off-duty hours is unfathomable . “I’ll call you every day. I’m gonna call you so often you’ll get sick of me.”
“Not possible,” You whisper through the phone, eyes stinging with unshed tears as you try to imagine what you’ll be doing on the 25th without Soonyoung to fill the apartment with his noise, his smile, his laughter. “You’ll be sick of me first before that ever happens.”
“Yah,” Soonyoung huffs, smug. “Don’t start a competition you can’t win.”
You match him, and with nothing less that challenge in your tone, you reply, “Wanna bet?”
You think Soonyoung takes it as a challenge.
True to his words, Soonyoung makes sure to call you. As soon as he’s off-duty and resting, your phone is lighting up with the sight of his caller ID and your favorite picture of him.
Once he starts, he doesn’t stop. Soonyoung calls you and refuses to drop it until he knows you’re settled in bed. He stays on the line to hear the television playing in the background, the meat sizzling on the pan, the water running while you wash up, and the sheets rustling as you lie down in bed. Soonyoung’s endless chatter almost helps you forget that he isn’t actually there.
Unfortunately, there are more hours in the day without Soonyoung than there is with him.
It’s not like you don’t have a life outside of Soonyoung, you do, but the frigid air and the love that mixes with it is a painful reminder that the love of your life is out there working his damnedest instead of spending his holidays with you.
You hate that he doesn’t have a choice, but you remind yourself that he’s just as alone in conditions far worse than yours. So, you persist because you refuse to let the leave you filed go to waste.
The 21st was spent buying gifts for family and friends. It was hard not to have your spirits dampened by the sight of couples and friends going out shopping and dining, but you don’t let it get to you. You scour through the streets of Seoul, determined to find the perfect gift for your parents, Soonyoung’s family, your friends, and Soonyoung’s bandmates. By the end of it, your pockets are empty, but your hands and heart are full.
The day after that is spent wrapping gifts. For the entirety of December 22, you sit in the living room with the television playing Christmas vlogs in the background while you carefully wrap each and every single gift you bought. It’s a relaxing experience, and for the first time in a while, your mind is at complete ease. Sure, your back hurts from bending over, and you’ve managed to get a paper cut or two, but the idea of giving the people you loved gifts they deserved outweighed the dull ache of your spine and the light sting of your fingers.
The process is so much quicker without Soonyoung… But it’s also much lonelier.
On the 23rd, you pick up Soonyoung’s gift from the shop: a watch that cost months of savings considering the brand and the fact that you had asked them to engrave a tiger on the back.
(The things you do for your boyfriend and his obsession.)
The moment you get it, you’re heading straight home. You weren’t about to linger, loiter, and risk losing the ridiculously expensive gift before Soonyoung even had the chance to wear it let alone open it.
When you get home, the first thing you do is wrap the box and the next thing you do is hide it. It’s not like the gift was at risk of an untimely reveal considering Soonyoung’s absence, but it’s the thought that counts. As soon as he got home on the 30th, you’d be able to give it. It’s late, and not entirely according to plan, but Soonyoung coming home is enough.
More than enough
Even before the military, you’ve had to deal with Soonyoung’s absence as he toured around the world and got himself bled dry by the management. His schedule’s ridiculous—bordering on exploitation—but Soonyoung has been chasing his dreams long before you came into the picture. You can’t just tell him to stop when the stage was the very thing that gave him life. The most you could do was welcome him with open arms whenever he came back to you and pester him to rest when he wasn’t with you.
But that doesn’t change the fact that sometimes, just sometimes, you wonder what it would be like to finally settle down. You wonder what it would be like to be free from the threat of the public eye, to live quietly, freely. You wonder what it would be like to work your 9-to-5 while Soonyoung busied himself with gentler affairs that made him happy without draining him down to the bone, wonder what it would be like to come home to him at the end of each day with no worry of him leaving for months on end.
A silly dream, too far to touch or even think of, but a dream nonetheless.
When the clock strikes 5:00 PM, you start preparing your dinner because you know that as soon as that clock strikes 5:30 PM, Soonyoung would be calling, and you’d be too caught up in talking to him to focus on arranging your mise en place… Not that kimchi jjigae needed much preparation.
Wherever you go, whatever you do
널 알아 볼 수 있을 것 같아
멈추지 않는 내 심장이
죽을것 같이 뛰고있어
Softly, the music plays in the background as you cut up everything you need while waiting for Soonyoung’s call, placing them in the tiny clear bowls Soonyoung bought you as soon as he learned about how much you loved to cook and experiment in the kitchen. It was a little overboard, considering the sheer price of the kitchen set he bought you, but you’ve learned throughout the years that Kwon Soonyoung is not someone who does things half-heartedly. That includes loving you, and so, even in his absence, your cup is full.
It even overflows.
Sure, there are times where Soonyoung screws up and spills the cup, but he’s always quick to put it back up and fill it all over again.
I say, you stepped into my heart
Softer than summer night
Became my everything
There's no way without you now
5:28 PM, and you can only wish for time to move faster as you pull out the kimchi—Jongga, of course—and set it on the table.
It’s almost Christmas Eve, and you think that’s why you’re missing Soonyoung a little more.
Had the universe been a little kinder, you’d be in the living room, cuddled up on the couch with a fluffy blanket and Soonyoung’s arms wrapped around you as some variety show played on the television.
Just the thought has your heart aching because that wasn’t happening anytime soon.
5:30 PM.
Nothing.
You wait a little more. Maybe he just had things to fix. Expecting him to call at the same exact time every single time was an unreasonable expectation, after all.
5:32 PM, your phone remains undisturbed.
That’s fine. It’s not much. Maybe you could get started on cooking. Your body feels a little heavier as you get on your feet and walk back to where your ingredients are, but you push the feeling aside. Soonyoung had a life outside of you, and so did you.
5:50 PM, the kimchi jjigae is almost done, and there’s still no sign of life from Soonyoung.
6:30 PM, you’re done eating, and the traces of disappointment that haunt the cavity of your chest has turned into concern.
What if something happened? What if Soonyoung got hurt on duty? What if he was injured?
You hope that’s not the case. You hope he just forgot.
Quickly, you’re pulling out your phone and typing away.
[You]: Just finished dinner !! Don’t forget to rest DD:
You don’t want to worry him with your own worries, but you also didn’t want him to feel burdened by the idea that you were expecting him to call. You get it. Some days you’re just so exhausted that everything gets placed on the backburner, and you weren’t going to make things harder for Soonyoung if he was experiencing one of those days.
As long as you knew that he was safe.
No reply. Even when you wait it out for another 30 minutes, Soonyoung is still dead silent. For your peace of mind, you tell yourself he’s asleep, and you go ahead with the rest of your evening with a heavy heart.
Quietly, you wash your dishes, and you let the leftovers cool before storing them in the refrigerator. You were meant to prepare enough for one, but living with Soonyoung has given you the terrible habit of cooking for two and more, only because he always went for seconds… Even when your culinary experiment is a clear failure.
After that, you prepare for another night alone. You bathe, you dry yourself, and you go through your skincare routine. You spoil yourself with the ridiculously priced serums, creams, and masks Soonyoung insisted on buying you. Nothing but the best for my girl, you can practically hear him as you massage the serums into your skin.
Had he been here, he would’ve been sitting beside you like an overgrown cat, hands fiddling with all the products of your vanity while waiting for his turn. He would look at you with that hopeful gaze before his eyes completely disappeared into a smile the moment you get your hands on his face, ready to massage serums and creams onto his face.
Then he’d nuzzle into you, and all your hard work would go down the drain, but you don’t mind—
You just want Soonyoung.
Once you finish your routine, you set the bottles and tubes of skincare back to their rightful place, you shut the curtains lest the morning sun wake you up, and you settle underneath the thick, festively designed blankets you’ve laid out. Like every other night, it’s harder to warm the bed without Soonyoung. You’re restless as you twist and turn, trying to find a position that would be comfortable enough to overcome the ache in your chest and the worry pooling in your stomach. Despite the friction from your tossing and turning, the bed remains cold, and the Tamtam plush Soonyoung gave you is a witness to it all—
Damn it, were you about to cry?
Were you seriously about to start sobbing at the sight of the yellow tiger plush that resembled your boyfriend a little too much?
Before you can stop yourself, you’re grabbing the Tamtam plush and clutching onto it for dear life. You look like a child that had been left behind while her parents went on a business trip, but you don’t care.
This was the closest thing you had to Soonyoung, and weirdly, clutching onto it helps.
In fact, it works so well in soothing you that you feel yourself drifting. You can feel your lids getting heavier as your body finally releases enough tension to sink into the sheets, and you can feel the world starting to fade into black as sleep starts to take over your form.
Before you know it, you’re fast asleep.
(So asleep that you didn’t even hear the door opening.)
On the 24th, you wake up to the sight of Kwon Soonyoung.
You’re fresh from sleep, eyes bleary and mind hazy as you shift to try and find a position that would help you hang onto the quickly receding threads of sleep. The sun wasn’t helping your case, rays of light pouring from the—
You shut those… Did you not?
Quickly, you open your eyes fully.
“Good morning.” Soonyoung has a bright smile on his face as he casually lounges on his side, one hand keeping his head up while the other reaches out to brush the hair away from your face. “Sleep well?”
You’ve lost it.
Were you that lonely? Did you miss Soonyoung so much that your brain was giving you this hyperrealistic dream to help you cope?
But… What if it’s real?
“Am I dreaming?” You blurt out, and you hope with every single fiber of your being that Soonyoung’s answer is no.
Soonyoung laughs, and it’s so clear in your mind that you come to the realization that there’s absolutely no way your brain could come up with something so real that it genuinely feels like real life.
“Yah, is it that hard to believe?” Soonyoung pouts as he lays down beside you, arms reaching out to pull you closer and closer until your foreheads are touching and your pulses are syncing.
This is real.
The tears come before you can stop them, and you only give yourself a glimpse of Soonyoung’s panicked face before you’re burying yourself into his chest and wrapping your arms tightly around him.
“I—I hate y-you, Kwon Soonyoung,” You sound pathetic as you blubber the words through hot tears, but you don’t care. “You—you said you weren’t c-coming home—“
Happiness, relief, love—a whole lot of love—floods your form as you sob into Soonyoung’s shirt. He’s here, he’s in your arms, he’s home.
He’s really home.
“Aigoo, don’t cry,” Soonyoung coos, sitting up and pulling you with him. “I know, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
You bury your face into your hands, a little ashamed at how wrecked and vulnerable you looked so early in the morning.
“I wanted to surprise you—baby, look at me,” Soonyoung says as he leans forward, fingers gently prying your hands away from your face. “I didn’t think you’d miss me this much.”
“Well, I did!” You cry out petulantly, hands stubbornly remaining glued to your face despite Soonyoung’s efforts as you try to catch your breath. “Stop, I look so bad right now.”
“You don’t,” Soonyoung insists, and he takes the split second waver in your resolve to completely pry your hands away.
The sight of him leaves you speechless.
“There’s my girl,” Soonyoung grins, and then he’s cupping the back of your head and leaning forward to peck your lips once, twice, thrice before he fully kisses you.
You’ve missed this.
The softness of Soonyoung’s lips, the heat of his breath, and the gentle grip of his hand leaves you breathless, and if Soonyoung’s words weren’t enough to convince you of his presence, then this kiss definitely did the job.
When Soonyoung pulls away, you’re almost tempted to dive back in again.
“I missed you,” Soonyoung’s lips tickle your own as he mumbles the words, eyes half-lidded as he rubs his nose against yours. “You sounded so sad over the phone that I almost had to ruin the surprise.”
“Well, I was sad, so can you blame me?” You pull away and huff, arms crossing as your relief is replaced by a petty, playful anger. “You liar, you said you wouldn’t be home until the 30th.”
“Yah, did you really think I could resist coming home to you for that long?” Soonyoung matches your pouty energy, brows furrowing and cheeks puffing out as he huffs. “You want me to go back? I will.”
You frown, childishly turning your back on Soonyoung like you didn’t spend the past few days yearning and being absolutely miserable. “Fine, go back then.”
“Hey, I was kidding.” Soonyoung is quick to backtrack, arms wrapping around you from behind as he tries to appease you with kisses all over your cheek. “Come on, I said I was sorry, hm? I won’t do it again, I swear. Please? You know I’d go insane without you—“
“Yah, too much,” You laugh, body relaxing as you let Soonyoung pull you back into bed and in his arms. “You’re cringey, I hope you know that.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Soonyoung snorts before his face morphs into the widest grin you’ve seen when you turn around and lay your head on his chest. The playfulness in his eyes fades into something softer, tender, and in a quieter voice, he asks, “How have you been?”
And you tell him.
You tell him about the gifts you bought, the wrapping you did, and the meals you made. You tell him about the gifts you got for all twelve of his bandmates, about the leather belt you got for his father, the cashmere sweater you got for his mother, the perfume you got for his sister, and the cute reindeer costume you got for Latte.
Soonyoung listens to it all. He sits through the ramble, letting out a chuckle or comment every once in a while as he massages your scalp. You’re surprised you haven’t been knocked out by the feeling, but you think it’s the excitement of having Soonyoung back home that keeps you awake.
You didn’t want to miss a single moment now that Soonyoung is here.
“How about you?” You ask.
And Soonyoung answers.
He tells you about his little room back at the base, the strict schedule they have to adhere to, and the drills that had been engrained so deeply into their system that doing it became second nature. He tells you about the friends he made, about the antics they get up to when they’re off duty, the snippets of their life they’ve chosen to share, the home they’ve found away from it, and the yearning that haunted him every single night.
You can’t blame him; you felt it too.
The rest of the morning passes in bed, Soonyoung’s arms wrapped around you as you bury your face into his neck and breathe him in. It’s calming, and if they ever made a candle in honor of this man, then you’d be the first in line. You’re almost tempted to stay there forever, but when the clock strikes 11:30 AM, Soonyoung pulls you out of bed.
“Come on. Let’s go out,” He whines as he drags your sagging form to the bathroom. “I still have to make it up to you, you know?”
“Yah,” You pout at him as he pushes you into the bathroom. “Did you forget to buy me a gift? Is that why we’re going out?”
“I already have your gift,” Soonyoung—the absolute diva he is—rolls his eyes playfully as he says it. “This is just to make up for the days I wasn’t around.”
“Sure, whatever you say,” You grin, refusing to let up, but Soonyoung only shakes his head and presses a kiss to your cheek before he starts brushing his teeth in the sink.
Before you know it, you’re strolling through the streets of Seoul hand-in-hand with your boyfriend who looked unrecognizable with his mask pulled up high and his beanie pulled down low.
You’re used to it, really.
“How about this?” Soonyoung points at a jewelry store that you just know houses pieces that would cost a fortune that you very much lacked. “They’ve got really nice bracelets—“
You’re quick to protest, “That’s so expensive though—“
“I told you, don’t mind the price,” Soonyoung complains for the nth time that afternoon. “If you want it, I’ll get it. It’s that simple.”
No, it’s not, you almost want to argue, but you weren’t ready to have this conversation in the middle of a busy street.
There’s no cash, card, or currency on earth that could buy the thing you wanted most.
“Soonyoung, I’m fine. I swear,” You tell him with a squeeze of his hand. “You don’t have to buy me anything. We can just get hotteok from one of the stalls, and I’ll be more than happy.”
Your boyfriend only pouts, “Come on. There should be at least one thing, no?”
I just want you.
You want to shout it out loud for everyone in the street to hear. You want to shout it out until your throat is raw and your voice is gone. You want to shout it out until Kwon Soonyoung has no choice but to accept the fact that it’s him. No one else.
Soonyoung’s pout persists even when you take him to a food stall and place a warm, freshly made hotteok in his hands, and it doesn’t fade even when you take him to a quiet corner to let him take his mask off and chew while you kiss at his cheek.
(But you don’t miss the way he’s struggling to keep the pout.)
“I’m just saying.” Soonyoung is adamant on dying on that hill of his, it seems. “What use is my money if you’re not going to spend it?”
“For saving?”
Soonyoung looks appalled. “Baby, if I save any more, my savings account is going to start puking—“
“You know what?” You cross your arms and turn to Soonyoung fully. “I want a house.”
—
Kwon Soonyoung could listen to you all day.
“It should have a few rooms. Not too many, just enough for a few kids, and for when we have guests,” You tell him, and mentally, Soonyoung is already going through the list of neighborhoods that would be perfect for the house you wanted. “A yard would be nice so that the kids can play, but a driveway with a basketball ring is more than enough. Knowing you, our kids are bound to have too much energy, so they’ll need…”
Soonyoung doesn’t miss the way you say our kids, and he genuinely thinks he might explode out of sheer giddiness as you continue to ramble about what your Christmas wish is.
“Oh and you’ll have to take her to ballet—or taekwondo. Whatever she chooses, really, but the house needs to be close enough so we can pick her up.”
A daughter with your smile? Your eyes? Soonyoung thinks he might just melt on the spot.
“Should we sign him up for football? Or dance? Maybe both? We’ll cross the bridge when we get there, but I want our kids to have extracurriculars…”
There you go again, making him feel all funny and soft whenever you say the words: Our kids.
He can practically see it play out in real time.
Kids, as many as you’d allow. A house, large enough to house his love but small enough so it wouldn’t be hard to hear you bustling around, humming and laughing. A car, nothing too flashy but fancy enough so that his children are the coolest whenever he picks them up from school.
A ring, the rock on it so large and blinding that anyone would know you were his even from a mile away.
Kwon Soonyoung always knew he was going to marry you, and hearing you want the same—practically bossing him around into forever—it puts him at ease.
But it also has him antsy.
It has him wanting to swallow the hotteok in one go and run to the closest jeweller to get the biggest, shiniest, classiest ring he can find just so he can drop on one knee in the middle of the street and grant that wish of yours—
“But I know you can’t give that now,” You finish your request with a touch of the reality that seems to fade whenever you and Soonyoung find your way to each other. “And I’m okay with that. So stop asking me to drain your wallet dry because the only thing I really want is you.”
And you wipe the crumbs off Soonyoung’s mouth like you didn’t just hit him with a truth so vulnerable—and yet so certain—that he can only look at you and hope that his lungs can find it in themselves to breathe soon because he still wanted to live the rest of his life with you.
In broad daylight, Soonyoung does the unthinkable.
He kisses you.
In that serendipitous window of time where no one is watching, Soonyoung kisses you with everything he has in the second the world has generously spared him.
One day, he thinks. One day he won’t have to hide you like this. When his novelty dulls and his relevance fades, the spotlight and the world’s scrutinizing gaze would no longer be on him, and he would be free to love you out loud the way you deserved to be loved.
But Soonyoung won’t deny the fact that losing the spotlight terrifies him. He traded his youth for it, after all. While everyone slept or hit the books, Soonyoung was dancing and breaking himself just so he could pick up the pieces and create something palatable enough to put on that tiny stage. He always hits the notes, never misses the counts, and Soonyoung walked the path that was set until time and trust made him untouchable enough to take creative risks. To lose everything he broke himself for trying to build… It’s one of the things that keeps him up at night.
You’re the only thing that lets him sleep.
Because the moment Soonyoung lost that spotlight would be the moment he gained the freedom to love you and live out every single dream on that wish list of yours.
“What was that for?” You ask Soonyoung when he pulls away.
“You want me, right? Have me, then.” Soonyoung grins, the kind he knows that will have you rolling your eyes and swatting at his arm. “I hope you’re prepared though. My mother doesn’t accept returns, refunds, or exchanges.”
“Strcit business policy, huh?” You huff out playfully. “Do I at least get a discount?”
“Yeah, you do,” Soonyoung replies as he holds your hand and raises it so that he can press his lips against the back of it. “Everything is free as long as you promise that you’ll say yes.”
A house, a couple of kids, and a lifetime by your side…
Kwon Soonyoung would give you all of that and more.
A/N: Ending the year with my number one bias wrecker!! This will be my last fic for the year, but I promise I’ll be back next year. Now excuse me while I spend the rest of my vacation eating shawarma and drinking lassi. Thank you for the wonderful year, everyone!!
Happy holidays and Merry Christmas to those who celebrate!! 🫶💖✨
congratulations on hitting 10K Alicia!!
for my request could you write a Soonyoung drabble with this prompt "it's the last day of 1999, and you are ringing in the new year with the one you love."
Snowflakes drift past the window like confetti, catching in the amber streetlight glow. Your fingers are wrapped around a mug of hot cocoa, well, his actually, but he hasn’t complained once. He’s too busy swaying gently to music from the radio, that familiar K-pop ballad crackling with static.
Soonyoung looks ridiculous in his party hat. And beautiful. Somehow both at once.
“Ten minutes to midnight,” he says, holding up an imaginary microphone. “How do you feel? What are your resolutions? Will Y2K destroy us all?”
You giggle, curling into the couch cushions. “I resolve to survive, and to also kiss you when the world ends.”
He grins, padding over to where you're sitting in fuzzy socks. “A noble goal, and I can definitely help you out with that second part.”
He slides in beside you, warm even through layers of sweaters. Your legs tangle like muscle memory, and his nose brushes against yours endearingly. “It’s crazy, huh?” he murmurs. “The whole century’s ending.”
You nod. “And I get to start the next one with you.” His smile softens, eyes flicking from yours to your lips. “I didn’t know I could love someone this much.”
“Yet here we are,” you whisper.
And when the countdown begins - Ten! Nine! Eight! - Your hands are enveloped in his, your forehead pressed to his, and your heart feels full in a way it’s never been before.
By the time the clock strikes midnight, Soonyoung is kissing you like you’re his new beginning. And you are.
— the morning after bsf!soonyoung drunkenly confesses to you.
ⓘ content info ⸺ paring. soonyoung x f!reader. genre | tags: friends to lovers, drabble, fake texts, fluff, mini-series. warnings. alcohol consumption, lots of crying, kissing. word count. 2.6k+. → read part one here.
━ This is part of my series 500 follower special. Technically not mandatory reading but for it to fully make sense, I’d recommend checking out part one first.
ʚ A/N: This one doesn't have texts, it's just written parts.
The bar is loud, dimly lit, and sticky with the kind of Friday night energy that promises bad decisions and regretful stories.
You know there’s a baseball game going on because Soonyoung told you earlier, long before he poured his heart out to you, practically buzzing with excitement through the phone as he explained that everyone was heading to this bar to watch it together. He even invited you, but since you were supposed to work late, you declined, not expecting your evening to shift so suddenly or to find yourself walking into the exact place you said no to just hours earlier, just to pick your best friend up.
You push the door open, not sure exactly what you’re walking into, and you spot Mingyu immediately—all 187 centimeters of him waving frantically at you from across the room. Next to him, Joshua sips from his glass, entirely unbothered, offering you a lazy wave and smile.
The place is absolutely packed. Bodies squeezed shoulder to shoulder, voices raised over the blaring commentary from the TVs, the clatter of glasses behind the bar barely audible beneath it all. The air is clouded with the scent of fried food, beer, and something vaguely woody from someone’s cologne nearby.
You spot Seokmin and Seungkwan sandwiched between a couple of dudes close to the biggest TV in the bar, both of them in matching jerseys, looking like they’ve been there for hours, cheeks flushed from a combination of beer and yelling, arms flailing as they half-celebrate, half-coach the team from afar like the players on the screen can hear them.
The rest of the boys are scattered around the bar. Some near the pool table, others by the bar counter, a few more huddled around the TV. You spot each one easily, laughing, drinking, caught up in the noise of the place.
All of them… except the one you were actually looking for.
“Y/N!” you hear someone call out over the noise, your name slicing through the low hum of conversation and music.
You turn your head to the left corner, finding Joshua pointing at the lump of sparkly tiger print collapsed on the table right between Jeonghan and Chan.
Kwon Soonyoung.
“Ain’t no fucking way,” you murmur to yourself, eyes wide in disbelief.
You weave your way through the crowded bar, brushing past elbows and half-finished drinks, offering Seungcheol and Wonwoo a small, polite smile as you pass by them. Seungcheol nods in greeting, and Wonwoo flashes you a knowing smirk, but you don't slow down to talk to them.
Soonyoung’s head rests on the table, arms crossed, eyes shut. He looks peaceful, though completely unbothered by the music, the TV and the loud sound of voices. Sleeping like an angel. A very intoxicated, overly dramatic angel.
Jeonghan rises from his chair without a word, his expression the perfect mix of sympathy and amusement. He gives your shoulder a firm, almost solemn pot, like a soldier sending another off to war, and leans in just enough to mutter, “Good luck,” before disappearing into the crowd with the casual ease of someone who knows exactly what kind of chaos you’re walking into.
Chan follows right after him, and you are left alone, staring down at Soonyoung and his sparkly, tiger-print disaster of a state, wondering how your night had managed to take this turn.
“Soonie,” you say softly, nudging his shoulder as you sink into the seat beside him.
He groans, barely lifting his head from the table. “Go away, Chan, I’m in mourning,” he mumbles, voice muffled against his folded arms.
You huff a quiet laugh, shaking your head before asking, “For what, honey?”
Soonyoung pops his head up so fast he almost hits your chin.
“Y/N?!” he exclaims, eyes wide and glitter catching in the light like he’s part raccoon, part pure alcohol incarnate.
“Hey, tiger boy,” you smile at him. “Calm down before you give yourself whiplash, will you?”
His eyes widen in horror, then immediately scrunch like he’s about to cry again.
“Oh noooo,” he whines, dragging the last syllable as he buries his face in your arm. “I wasn’t ready. This isn’t how it was supposed to happen. I had a dance planned.”
You blink, startled. “A dance?”
Soonyoung groans louder against the sleeve of your jacket. “I was gonna get backup dancers and everything. Jihoon said no but I think I could’ve convinced him…”
You try to hold back your laugh, but it escapes anyway as you brush a strand of hair off his forehead. “You’re unbelievable.”
“You say that now,” he sniffs, “but just wait. The choreography was gonna slay.”
“Oh, coming from you, I believe it,” you say, running your fingers gently through his hair.
The movement seems to breathe life back into him. His shoulders relax, his grip on your arm softens, and he lets out a content little sigh that’s half dramatic, half heartfelt.
“You get me,” he mumbles, leaning fully into your side like a sleepy child. “You really get me.”
You chuckle, brushing a few stray strands of glitter-coated hair from the back of his head. “Unfortunately for both of us, I do.”
Soonyoung looks up at you again, eyes glassy and sincere.
“I love you,” he says, suddenly quiet. “I didn’t mean to tell you like that. But I do. I love you so much it makes me stupid. Which is saying something, because I was already halfway there.”
His voice cracks at the end, trembling with everything he’s held in for far too long. And then he’s crying again. Not loud or messy, just soft tears running down his cheeks, ones that make his eyes look even smaller than they are, lips wobbling as the truth spills out of like it’s been waiting for this exact moment to break free.
Your chest tightens. “Soonyoung…”
“I meant every word, Y/N. I wanna be yours. I want you to be mine. And not just when I’m drunk and pathetic like this. I mean always. Forever and ever and ever.”
You can only stare, heart caught somewhere between aching and soaring. His voice wavers, but his eyes don’t. They stay locked on yours, shining with tears and conviction and that unmistakable Soonyoung kind of love as a goofy smile appears on his face.
Then he adds with a teary laugh, “You don’t have to say it back. I just needed you to know.”
You hold his face between your hands, wiping away the tears streaming down his face. “I love you too, idiot,” you whisper, and lean down to kiss his cheekbone.
Soonyoung freezes, eyes wide, like he’s trying to reboot. Then slowly, a smile spread across his face, crooked and amazed.
“Wait,” he says, blinking the tears away. “Did we just get engaged?”
You laugh. “Let’s start with sobering you up first, Romeo.”
“Okay,” he nods enthusiastically, wobbling slightly as you help him up. “But I want matching rings eventually.”
“Eventually.”
Soonyoung now leans against your car like it’s the only thing holding him up, which, to be fair, it is.
You stand in front of him, arms crossed, trying not to smile at the way his tiger-print shirt is halfway tucked in and his cheeks are flushed a warm, rosy pink from the drinks, embarrassment long gone now.
In fact, it was so far gone that during the long minutes you spent trying to convince him it was time to go home, Soonyoung had managed to climb on top of a table, declare to you, and the entire bar, that he was very much in love with you, and then proceed to propose.
Twice.
The first time was with a cocktail napkin he had folded into a ring. The second time, he forgot the words halfway through, cried a little, and then asked if anyone had a real one he could borrow. The crowd cheered, encouraging him. You wanted to disappear into the floor.
Now standing in the parking lot, just the two of you, Soonyoung blinks up at you with wide, sincere eyes, so full of hope it makes your chest tighten.
“Y/N,” he says solemnly, swaying just a little. His eyes are wide, glassy, and a little desperate. “Kiss me.”
It’s not a question. It’s not even really a request. It’s a plea, whispered into the space between you like it’s the only thing holding him up, besides your car. Like kissing you might fix everything that’s ever been wrong with his world.
That’s exactly what you feel about him. But you’re not doing that right now.
“You’re drunk, Soonyoung.”
“I’m in love.”
“You’re also very drunk.”
He steps close, or more accurately, he stumbles forward like gravity is personally invested in his love life. You reach out and steady him, your hands curling gently around his arms to keep him upright.
Soonyoung leans into your touch instantly, like your grip is the only thing pinning him to the ground. His eyes search yours, wide and open and impossibly vulnerable.
“So what?” he says, pouting. “I know what I’m saying. I’ve never been more sure of anything. In fact…” He pauses, eyes narrowing in dramatic determination. “I might be too sober.”
You raise an eyebrow. “So now you need more alcohol to kiss me?”
“No, wait—no. I didn’t mean it like that.” Soonyoung frowns, frustrated. “I mean, I want to kiss you right now. Please? Just one? Tiny little kiss? Like—” He holds up two fingers, squinting between them. “Like this small. Honestly, you might not even notice.”
“Soonie,” you say gently, pressing a hand to his chest to steady him more, “you’re gonna want to remember it.”
“I will remember it,” he insists. “I remember everything when it comes to you. Like your birthday. Your MBTI. Your blood type. And how you take your coffee. And that time you wore those SpongeBob and Patrick socks thinking they were a pair but they weren’t.”
You blink, caught off guard by the memory.
“You said it didn’t matter because they were best friends anyway.” He smiles faintly, a little proud, a little wrecked. “See? I remember the little things. Because you matter that much to me.”
You bite your lip, trying to ignore the way your heart’s doing backflips in your chest. “Still no.”
He slumps dramatically against the car’s bonnet. “This is the worst night of my life.”
“You literally just confessed to your long-time crush and she came to pick you up like a cheesy hallmark rom-com. You’re doing fine.”
“But there’s no kiss.”
You laugh, shake your head, and brush his bangs away from his forehead. “You’ll get your kiss, Soonyoung. But not like this.”
He squints at you. “Promise?”
“Promise,” you nod.
He closes his eyes, content. “Okay. But when I’m sober, I’m kissing you so hard, you’re gonna think I was drunk again.”
You grin. “I look forward to it.”
You’re in Soonyoung’s kitchen and you hear a thud from the hallway that leads to his bedroom, flowed by the softest, most pitiful groan.
You peek around the corner to find him staggering into the living room like a man at war with his own apartment walls.
His hair is a mess, sticking up in every direction gravity allows it. One sock is missing entirely, the other hanging half-off his foot like it’s given up. And, of course, he’s still wearing that ridiculous tiger-print shirt from last night, the collar stretched, glitter clinging stubbornly to the fabric and his skin.
Soonyoung blinks at you blearily, like he can’t believe he just woke up to you in his kitchen, then breaks into a crooked grin.
“Morning,” he croaks, voice still rough with sleep. “Am I dead? Or do you just look this good in the afterlife?”
“Oh, you’re very much alive,” you say, holding out a glass of water and some painkillers.
He tilts his head to the side slightly and grimaces immediately like it weighs a hundred pounds. “Barely, actually.”
Soonyoung lifts the chair from the kitchen table as calmly as possible, as if the possibility of dragging it would cause a near-death experience to his brain. You set the glass on the table next to him, and he eyes you warily.
“Did I… do anything stupid last night?”
You smirk, sitting next to him. “Define stupid.”
His entire face goes pale. “Oh no.”
“You told me you were in love with me like a hundred times. Then did once again while standing on a bar table with people cheering you on.”
He groans again, long and dramatic, before dropping his head against the table with a heavy thud, burying his face in his arms, falling right back into the exact same position you found him in last night at the bar.
“Oh my god.”
“You also proposed.”
“I DID WHAT?!”
“Twice,” you add, a teasing tone in your voice. “Second time was slurred and had a few tears, but still legally binding, I think.”
He peeks at you with one eye, his ears and neck bright red. “You said no to the kiss.”
You smile. Of course that is the only thing he remembers. “Because you were drunk, Soonyoung.”
“So I get another chance?”
You pause, leaning against the back of the chair. “Depends. You still feel the same way, or was it just the alcohol speaking?”
Soonyoung sits up quickly, cradling the water like a lifeline. He reaches out to grab your hand and you let him intertwine his fingers with yours.
“Y/N… I wasn’t drunk when I fell for you. That’s been happening for half my life. The drinks just… took the filter off and gave me the courage.”
You bite your lower lip, cheeks heating up.
“I still mean everything I said,” he adds softly. “I love your laugh. Your face. Even the way you get mad at me when I’m being stupid on purpose. I love you.”
You don’t say anything at first. You just sit there, looking at him, really looking.
At the way his eyes, still puffy from crying so much last night, flick up to meet yours with a kind of quiet desperation. Hopeful but terrified. At the way he’s trying not to breathe too loud, like the sound might scare you away. At the way his hand twitches between you on the table, like it’s aching to reach out, to grab your face and kiss you breathless, but doesn’t want to push your boundaries.
Because he’s Soonyoung. And as much as he loves loudly, this—you—he’s afraid to break.
So you make it easy for him.
You lean in. Slowly.
He freezes. Eyes wide, mouth parted just slightly like he’s not sure if this is really happening.
And then you kiss him. Softly. Just once, testing the water, tasting the moment, letting him feel the answer he was too scared to ask for out loud.
When you pull back, he’s staring at you like you just put the stars in the sky. And that’s when it hits you: he has always looked at you like that. You were just too caught up in your own mess, your own fears, to see it.
“Holy shit,” Soonyoung whispers, breath catching. His eyes shimmer with something that looks a lot like awe, like he still can’t believe you’re real. “You kissed me.”
“So…” you whisper. “Still want that kiss?”
He blinks. “You mean that wasn’t it???”
You laugh, grabbing the collar of his ridiculous tiger shirt and pulling him back in.
“No,” you murmur against his lips. “That was the preview.”
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“SOONYOUNG!” You yell his name and start searching for him around the apartment, which doesn't take long since he comes running into the living room.
“What's wrong? Are you hurt?” Soonyoung grabs your shoulders looking you up and down to make sure you're okay. He looks like he just woke up from a nap, hair sticking up in all directions, face slightly swollen and a bit of dry drool at the corner of his mouth.
“No, why would you think I'm hurt?”
“You came running into the house yelling. You scared me half to death.”
“Oh I'm sorry love.” you give him a peck on the cheek as an additional apology, “I was just so excited because I saw this and had to get it.” From a shopping bag that Soonyoung only now notices you pull out a hamster plushie and hand it to him.
“It reminds me of you.” you say grinning from ear to ear.
He takes the plushie from you, looks at the stuffed animal's big black eyes that catches the light, and its chubby rosy cheeks. He looks at you then the plushie then back at you again. He thinks its cute and he's happy that you thought of him but-
“I'm a tiger.” he mumbles with a pout
Your smile drops and you arch your eyebrow and suck your teeth, “Listen here ‘horanghae boy’ you may have your fans fooled and convinced them to join your little tiger cult; but in this house you are my chubby cheeked, boba eyed hamster." You cup his face in your hands and squish his cheeks until his lips pout. "Do you understand me?”
PAIRING: Soonyoung x reader
SUMMARY: Soonyoung is always affectionate and sweet. Soonyoung after a few drinks is all of that and more.
WC: 1,455
AU: Established Relationship, Non-Idol
GENRE: Fluff
RATING: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
WARNINGS: Drunk Soonyoung, recreational drinking (everyone is legal age)
A/N: This is for this request. Thank you for letting me write that I write best - being soft for Soonyoung who is just a loving baby. I love him so bad.
A/N 2: This reader is gender-neutral and not described or referred to in any way.
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SOONYOUNG'S FACE LOOKS AS WARM AS YOU FEEL. You smile, watching him use his hands to explain something to Chan. He nearly knocks over the beer next to him again, but Seungcheol catches it and moves it out of Soonyoung’s way, giving him a heavy side eye. You fold your mouth, trying not to laugh out loud as Soonyoung loses his train of thought, pouting while he tries to recall it.
For his credit, Chan is patient. Perhaps it’s because Chan is also several beers deep and kept insisting for Soonyoung to sit next to him and chat. That had elicited a couple of tears from Soonyoung, who immediately felt terrible and started apologizing to you that he had to sit somewhere else.
Now, that’s long forgotten. Your boyfriend’s nose and cheeks are ruddy from drinking and a little bit of crying, and you can’t help but love him a little more for it.
This version of him surprises you. Soonyoung has had a glass or two of wine around you before on dates, but this might be the first time you’ve seen him properly drunk. He’s not much different, still gentle and kind, still bursting at the seams with happiness, and a little prone to crying at all of the things that make him both happy and sad.
You haven’t been dating long, but it’s easy to love Soonyoung. He is full of impossibilities: impossibly kind, impossibly loving, impossibly silly, impossible funny, impossibly brilliant. You hadn’t anticipated any of those things when you first met Soonyoung. He had been forward and flirtatious and you’d been convinced you’d regret going home with him.
You didn’t - and you don’t.
Soonyoung catches you looking at him. Chan is in the middle of telling a story, but the second Soonyoung’s warm eyes alight on you, he smiles, blush intensifying and nose scrunching. You smile back at him, feeling your stomach flip.
He gets up suddenly, interrupting Chan and hitting the table as he rises, knocking over several things - including the beer Seungcheol had attempted to save earlier. Seungcheol curses, jumping to clean it up. Soonyoung is none the wiser, turning to Chan to say, “Sorry. My girlfriend is really pretty right now and I need to kiss her.”
Chan makes a sound like retching but you watch your boyfriend grin and nod like his purpose is valiant before he pivots and makes his way around the table. It’s hard for him. Your group of friends has taken over a collection of tables in the corner of the restaurant and there are chairs jutting out and people standing everywhere.
With a loving gaze, you watch Soonyoung as he manages to navigate, finally plopping into the empty seat he had vacated twenty minutes ago. He pushes his hair closer to you, one of his hands going to your thigh where he rests it after a single squeeze.
“Hi,” he breathes softly, leaning his head on your shoulder and batting his dark lashes up at you. “I missed you.”
“Yeah?”
You wrap your arm around his shoulders, bringing your hand up to the side of his head to run your fingers through his dark hair. He goes catatonic, eyes fluttering shut and lips parted as he makes a soft sound while you run your nails back and forth across his scalp.
He’s definitely done for, nearly asleep when he jolts and looks up at you, eyes dilating. “I almost forgot!”
“Hmm?”
“I wanted to kiss you.” You smile at him, raising your brows. He pauses for a second. “That’s okay, right?”
“Of course it is, baby.”
He smiles, both elated at the nickname and the permission. He leans upward, pressing his lips to yours. It’s chaste and soft, and only lasts a minute before he’s sinking to your shoulder again and nuzzling closer to you. You swim with affection, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. It prompts him to press two additional kisses to your shoulder, not to be outdone by you.
“We should get you home,” you murmur. He’s heavy against you and though he looks ready to argue, pink lips pouting, you continue, “You’re not long for this world, baby. Come on.”
“Fine. But only because you called me baby.”
Saying bye to your friends takes longer than expected. Somewhat because there are so many of them, but mostly due to the fact that Soonyoung makes you stop every few seconds to press a quick kiss to your cheek, your temple, your hand, your shoulder - anywhere he can access.
Each one makes you warmer than the last. Most people might be annoyed, but you don’t mind, letting him cling to your side, his grip around your waist fierce. When you finally leave the restaurant to walk home, you convince him to hold your hand instead, his fingers gripping yours like a vice as the night air hits your skin.
It feels good. You pause, patting Soonyoung’s pockets to make sure he has everything he needs. It makes him giggle and ask, “Are you trying to cop a feel?”
“I’m trying to make sure you have your phone and keys.”
“But you’re also definitely trying to cop a feel.”
Your hand brushes over his back pocket. It’s empty, but you squeeze anyway, making him gasp. “I am now.”
“In public!” He whisper-yells, mock affronted. “Oh my stars.”
You straight up and give him a look. “I’ve never heard you say that.”
“Heard it on TV.”
“Liked it?” He nods happily, closing his eyes and scrunching up his nose again. You can’t help but lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose, making him gasp. You tug him along. “Come on, silly.”
“Wait, you next.”
At first, you’re unsure what he means until he leans forward to kiss the tip of your nose. He nods, happy. “Now we can go.”
Night sky stretches overhead. It’s the weekend, so the sidewalks are filled with people going out or going home. City lights stretch on forever, giving the illusion there’s a second set of stars just under the real ones. Soonyoung is quiet as you walk, but you don’t mind, content to hold his hand and lead him back toward his apartment.
At every crosswalk, he stops to kiss you briefly. Each one makes you smile. If soonyoung were anyone else, you’d think he would be embarrassed in the morning. But now that you know him, you know he won’t be - he’ll just double down and kiss you more to make a point of it, ensuring you that he’s happy to do this sober as much as he is to do it while tipsy.
Soonyoung’s apartment sits nestled above a painting studio that Wonwoo likes to go to on Sunday mornings. The painting studio is dark now as you fish keys out of Soonyoung’s pocket to open the door to a stairwell that leads up to the small collection of units.
You’ve been to Soonyoung’s apartment dozens of times now, finding it easily at the very end of the hallway with a cartoon tiger dormant that says rawr across the bottom. He presses himself to your back as you unlock the door, his mouth brushing the tops of your shoulders. You shiver under his attention and you hear him laugh before he lets you go to step inside.
It’s dark in his apartment and smells like the vanilla candle he’d been burning before you went to dinner. He suctions himself to your back again once you’ve shut the door and locked it, both of you kicking out of your shoes. It’s harder than usual, with his arms wrapped around your waist and chin hooked over your shoulder.
You let him stay like that, both of you shuffling toward his bedroom where Soonyoung finally detaches because you want to change. Just as you turn to go to the bathroom, he calls your name, soft and sweet as ever.
“Hmmm?” you ask, turning to him.
Soonyoung looks younger in the shadow of his bedroom. His face is round and full of hope, a little swollen and flushed from drinking so much. It makes you soft for him, this gentle boy who loves you enough that you feel it, even in the dark.
“Can I kiss you again?” he whispers.
“You’ve already given me a hundred, I think.”
“So?” He pouts. “Let me give you one hundred and one.”
You grin and reach for him. “Alright. Come on, then.”
He shuffles toward you and presses his lips to yours, a content sigh leaving his lips as he does. You think you’d let him kiss you however many times he wants, even if it’s a hundred, even if it’s one hundred and one.
miscommunication too much communication 🗣️ soonyoung x reader.
an expansion from svt x reverse tropes. dedicated to @totomoshi, my love! ♡
FROM THE ORIGINAL POST
it's a little too hard to keep up with the string of confessions bursting out of soonyoung. the whiplash is dizzying, how he's going from talking about the way he felt when he first saw you, the crush that's been festering for weeks, the dream he had of you last night— and, oh, now he's on his knees. "soonyoung, please get up," you urge, horrified, but he stays on the ground. "isn't honesty the best policy?" he asks, eyes blown wide with overwhelming sincerity as he looks up at you. "c'mon, give me a shot! please, please, please!"
soonyoung who spams you with texts throughout the day. doesn't matter if you're on 'do not disturb'. he will hit that 'notify anyway' option, regardless of whether the text is load-bearing or not. you're lucky to get less than 20 texts in a day. his personal best is somewhere around 159 in a single day, which he's rather proud about.
soonyoung who will keep you on facetime for a minimum of three hours. he'll have you on call the entire night if he can manage, up until he gets that notification that his percentage is below 20 percent. waking up to the snoozing blonde on the other end of your long-forgotten video call is no longer a new sight.
soonyoung who will talk, and talk, and talk to you, no matter where you are. in a cafe? his hands are flying around animatedly as he gives you a play-by-play of his day. on the couch of your apartment? even better— he'll be playing all cute, trying to cuddle up in your personal space as he literally chats your ear off.
soonyoung listens as much as he speaks. you might think he doesn't, but he has a mental catalogue of every little thing you throw his way. a passing comment about your favorite candy as a child. that long-winded rant about an acquaintance you can't stand. he knows your coffee order, which shade of nail polish is your favorite, the songs that always make you cry. he is a wikipedia page of all things you.
soonyoung who is honest, because that's part of 'too much communication', isn't it? it's not quite bluntness; it's transparency. he's always gentle when admitting that you've hurt his feelings, or that he's been feeling a little lonely, missing you a lot more lately. one look at his face and you can already tell what he's about to say before he says it.
but you never have to guess. there are no mind games with soonyoung. he will dull the edges if he has to. he will agonize about how to break it, but he will break it to you, because he values the truth just as much as he cares for you.
soonyoung who is struck dumb when you confess to him, when you give him that piece of your heart that he's been patiently waiting on. he had imagined this moment; practiced his reaction in the bathroom mirror, even. he thought he'd be cool. maybe a bit suave. thank you. tell you that he reciprocated. instead, he finds himself robbed of every single thought clanging in his brain.
soonyoung is a man of many words, and yet you make him speechless.
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