Can I Squish Him

can I squish him

hello!! thank you for requesting again. this is a part two. i hope you like it. <33

pairing: joshua hong x gn!reader

prompt: a platonic relationship between idol!joshua and idol!reader, part two

genre: fluff

word count: 1k

nia's notes: maybe a little rushed, but i tried my best. thank you again for sending something in. im so sorry that it took so long, school has been a lot lately.

the world tour of your group had finally finished and the next big schedule for your teammates and yourself was the asia music awards, the biggest ceremony for asian artists. with the massive success of the tour and your group’s album, your team had been invited to the awards show and nominated in multiple categories.

right now, you and your teammates were in the car, waiting to arrive at the venue for the awards. as you moved closer you could hear the sound of fans and the shutter of the camera from the paparazzi. the nerves were creeping up on you but the calming and comforting words from your cousin reminded you and brought serenity to you. a few hours earlier, your cousin, joshua hong, had called and spoken to you about your feeling towards the award show and immediately assured you that things will go amazing, as well as wishing you and your team luck for winning an award.

the car reached a halt and the door slid open, signaling you and your members to walk out and greet the people waiting for you. the fast-paced shutter and the words of the paparazzi asking you and your members to look in their direction welcomed you and your team. the instant screams and cheers of your fans also were present as you walked over to the red carpet. smiling and waving your hands, you bowed down in respect and greeted the people outside. the flashes and the cheers didn't stop even as you and your team headed inside the venue.

as you walked in, you could immediately see your cousin off in the distance talking with his members. you told your teammates that you were going to visit your cousin and walked up to him.

“joshua,” you called out his name and waved your hand slightly, your other hand holding your dress. he turned around and smiled a big smile and made his way towards you. the other svt members in the background smile too, happy to see joshua reunited with his sister. joshua ran a little and pulled you into a big hug, this action resulting in the cheers of your fans and carats.

the fans were currently in the venue getting seated in the fan aisle. the both of you laughed a bit and walked over to your designated table. it looked like the staff made sure that you and joshua were sitting together. your team on the left table and the svt members on the right table.

the smile never left your face as you talked about your family. "are you nervous?" joshua asked while looking at you, if you didn't know your cousin you wouldn't be able to catch the tint of worry seeping through his tone.

you looked down, the smile still presents on your face. "i am, isn't everyone nervous before such an important event."

"you're right but don't let the nerves get to you. it is not any better than now." joshua's advice helped in regaining the confidence that slowly left your body when you walked inside the venue. a few hours later, the awards ceremony finally started. the hosts entered the stage, and the nerves showed up again.

the category which your team was nominated for was next and the winner was announced in a few minutes. joshua's hand found yours and he squeezed it in encouragement.

"and now the winner of the newly recognized female group is." the anticipation killed you and your teammates, all of you looking at each other. the sound that resonated through the speakers next to you sang with the name of your group.

tears sprung from your eyes and your teammates as you walked over towards the main stage to claim your award. reaching the stage, your team and yourself bowed your body. saying the greeting, you could hear the cheers of your fans. in your farsight, you could see your cousin smiling so brightly, with so much pride in his eyes. the happiness that resonated with him reached you and made you feel even prouder and happier.

each of your members took turns to thank your fans and now it was your turn.

"i want to say thank you from the very bottom of my heart to all the fans that stood by us. i never expected such support and love from all the fans and it feels amazing to receive all of the generosity. words cannot be framed in how much we love you and how appreciative i am to be following my passion with people i can gladly call my family. i also want to thank my cousin."

just mentioning your cousin was enough for more cheers to pop up, in the distance the smile on his face just grew. "thank you joshua for always believing me and making sure that i never wanted to give up in my dreams even when i wanted to."

after collecting your award, you walked over to the table and were immediately brought into a big hug by your brother. congratulations and praises rolled off his tongue. his members came up and congratulated you and your team too.

"let us take you out to dinner sometime," joshua said as he looked at his members, they too looked quite supportive of your cousin's statement.

your team nodded their heads in confirmation, the offer was too good to pass by.

today reminded you how lucky you are to have joshua as your brother, in your opinion joshua was and will always be the best brother in the world, and you were thankful for him every single day.

ynshua :(

joshua ; good to me

➔ synopsis: people ask how you managed to snag popular boy joshua. you've been wondering the same thing.

➔ warnings: insecurities, mentions of party drinking || genre: hurt & comfort? ➔ 1476 words || scenario || college!au || requested by 🍮 anon

➔ notes: per 🍮 anon's request, the term of affection is peaches. this took a while to write, but i hope it's what you're looking for, love!! reminder that my requests for scenarios are currently closed (considering doing them as commissions) while reactions and au!rambles are still open. as always, reblog if you liked <3

Well, this is awkward.

You press yourself into the wall, tucking your legs against your chest. Behind you, music pours from the speakers, muffled by glass sliding doors that lead from the kitchen to the outdoor deck. Maybe if you’re quiet enough, they won’t notice you huddled right next to the stairs, just feet away from their lawn chairs. Fingers wrapped tight against your wine cooler, you feel your heart beating in your palms.

“Wait, you’re serious? Joshua’s taken?” The girl slumps in her seat. Her words ring clear in the night air. “I mean, it makes sense. There’s no way a guy like him can be single, but man, I was hoping.”

You don’t remember her name, but you’ve seen her before. Waist-length mermaid hair and a cute face all the upperclassmen adore. She asked to borrow a pen from you once and actually returned it after class, so she can’t be that bad. It doesn’t make it any less strange, hearing her gush for the past ten minutes about your boyfriend and her attempts at flirting with him.

“S’okay, I was in the same boat.” The guy next to her sighs and takes a swig of beer. “Confessed to him after baseball season only to find out he started dating someone a few days before. I think you have a class with them. His partner.”

Her spine straightens. Jungle juice sloshes onto the wooden planks in her haste. “Really? Who is it?”

“Uh, you know Y/N? They always go around with a canvas bag and a black water bottle, like, this big.”

Silence. Then a disappointed groan.

“Them? Yeah, I know Y/N. They sit a few rows behind me in Intro,” she says. She licks absently at the alcohol trickling down her wrist. “Are you sure, though? Josh is super popular, and they’re...I mean, I’m sure they’re cool, but—” she waves a hand — “those two don’t really match, y’know?”

You suck in a breath. Thankfully, it’s drowned out by the rising sounds of cheers inside. Someone must’ve won the beer pong tournament.

They don’t match him, y’know? Y’know? Y’know? You know she doesn’t mean it maliciously. Her tone was more curious than accusatory. The words still rattle in your head. You should’ve made your presence known earlier. Y’know?

Of course you know. You’ve been saying this — to yourself, to Josh, to your best friends — ever since he asked you out, and it took so long for him to convince you otherwise. You thought you worked through this, but something about tonight, whether it be the alcohol in your system or the smell of late autumn rain, makes the familiar ache return.

You drop your head onto crossed arms.

The door slides open, hitting the wall with a bang. The eruption of bass-boosted speakers and chants of Chug! Chug! Chug! only lasts seconds before the door closes again, but the newcomer’s laugh is easily recognizable.

“Hey, Taehyun! Jieun!”

Ah, so those were their names. You don’t have to look up to know they jumped to their feet.

“Josh, hey!” Taehyun calls out. There’s shuffling as someone moves. “You want my seat? I was just going inside.”

“Nah, I’m looking for Y/N. They came out for some fresh air, but I think we’re leaving soon, so my friends wanted to say bye. Have you seen them?”

You peek at their reactions. Joshua’s hands are stuffed in his pockets, shoulders raised to block out the night chill. Despite the flush on his face, his eyes are bright and clear, looking at the other two expectantly.

“Y/N? They were out here?” Jieun glances at Taehyun, alarmed. “Do you think they heard…”

Taehyun clears his throat. “We haven’t seen them. Maybe they went back inside?”

Joshua shakes his head. “They would’ve looked for me first,” he says. He looks around. “That’s weird.”

It should be dark enough, right? Maybe you can send him a text when he goes back inside. Make up a lie about being in the bathroom and then meeting him up out front. The lawn is dotted with path lights, but they’re far enough to keep you in shadow. You press yourself further into the wall, ignoring how the ridges dig into your shoulder.

“Hey, Y/N!” Joshua yells out.

That’s cheating. The sudden exclamation jolts you, and the gravel beneath your shoe slips. And because nothing is going your way tonight, your boyfriend looks over and meets your gaze immediately. He shoots you a smile. Charming and adorably boy-ish with how the wind ruffles his hair.

Taehyun’s and Jieun’s expressions are much more sheepish. They give you a nod before rushing back to the party. Kiss & Make Up by Dua Lipa is playing right now, the beats thumping out a rhythm that’s much faster than your heart. Joshua makes his way over and crouches in front of you.

“You look a little sick, Peaches,” he says, easing the drink from your hands. You didn’t realize how tight your grip was until his fingers rub at sore knuckles. “Everything okay? Did something happen?”

“Nothing happened. I’m alright.”

He doesn’t believe you, that much is obvious. He doesn’t push it, though. “Soonyoung wanted to catch up a bit before we bounced, but if you’re not feeling well…” He trails off, swiping at your cheek. “I can tell him we’re leaving. No need to strain yourself.”

“I can say hello,” you insist.

He scans your face before shaking his head. “Nope, let’s just go home,” he says, offering you a hand. “C’mon, we’ll go out through the side gate.”

Joshua pulls you to your feet and, threading his fingers through yours, guides you through the bushes to find the small gravel path leading out of the property. He tosses both your drinks in the outside trash can. The cold night air fills your lungs, pushing out every thought except the ones you’re actively trying to avoid, and with your buzz fading away, the feelings are sharp, digging into your confidence.

His shoulders are wide. You’ve known this, but the letterman jacket fits him, making his shoulders appear even wider. Despite their size, you wonder if they’re strong enough to carry your burdens.

As if feeling the weight of your stare, he stops and spins on his heel, hand still not leaving yours.

“What’s wrong?”

You startle, dropping your eyes to the pavement. “Nothing’s wrong,” you say. He’s always been good at sniffing out your moods.

The moonlight reflects off a piece of glass. Probably left from a broken beer bottle. You kick at it, watching it shimmer and shift between concrete cracks. You stop when Josh steps closer, the toes of his shoes nudging against yours.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

You do. His brows are furrowed, and you hate how concerned he looks, brown hair mussed away from his face. You reach up to smooth away the lines in his forehead, smiling faintly when he leans into your touch.

“Are you okay?” he says softly, not breaking your gaze. “Did something happen back there with Taehyun and Jieun? Did they say something?”

Part of you wants to lie, to brush him off with a laugh and point to the diner down the road. But when he looks at you like this, how can you lie? Stepping forward to lean against him, you sigh.

“Why are you with me?” you ask. His arms come up to cradle you, rocking back and forth as you sigh again. “What do you see in me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you know they’re both interested in you? Jieun’s so pretty, and Taehyun is so much better at socializing.” You grip at his jacket, hoping he understands without you saying more. “And hearing them talk made me wonder: what do you see in me?”

He hums, thinking. His heartbeat is steady against your hands.

“A future,” he finally says.

You pull back to see his face. Wind tossed hair, moonlit eyes, flushed cheeks, and so much adoration for you it takes your breath away.

“I wish you’d stop worrying about what other people said, Peaches.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, murmuring against your skin. “There’s always going to be people smarter or better looking or more athletic or more talented than either of us — that’s just how life works. There’s only one you, though, and only one me. Only one us. It’s hard, but please remember that my heart is yours and yours alone.”

You don’t know how long you both stand there, but when you ease out of his hold, you feel lighter. He’s right. There will always be Jieuns and Taehyuns, but for you, there will only be one Joshua.

“You’re too good to me,” you say.

“Right back at you.” He tilts his head down the street. “Diner fries?”

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Sirius + "Don't make a girl a promise, if you know you can't keep it" 💜

Thank you, lovely ^^ I don't mind writing for your own prompt, so don't worry :D Though I hope you don't mind I decided on the place since you didn't add that to your request :) Also, this is probably not what you imagined, but I like to twist things around and I kind of ran away with it :D

Unbroken promise [Sirius Black x Female!Reader]

Published: 1 September 2021 Word count: 0.9k Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Prompt: "Don't make a girl a promise, if you know you can't keep it"

One whole hour. 60 minutes. 3600 seconds. That's how long you have been waiting in front of the little muggle restaurant Sirius promised to take you to. But he was nowhere to be found. After all the week-long missions he had to attend, you just wanted to spend some quality time with him. You knew the war was closing in on you and you couldn't be selfish enough to take Sirius away from what could potentially save millions of people, but you needed him too.

A sudden voice calling your name made you jump, awakening you from your thoughts. Looking over your shoulder, you found Remus standing behind you, his face pale, almost grim. As if your heart could process what your brain couldn't just yet, it started raging anxiously.

"What are you doing here, Remus?" You asked, but he didn't answer. Instead he offered his hand to you, waiting for you to take it. A deep frown spread across your brows as you tilted your head, questioning the meaning of his presence, his gesture, his exhausted gaze. Your heart fluttered uneasily, uncertainty settling in the pit of your stomach. You knew something wasn't right. Heaving a heavy sigh, you accepted Remus' gesture and placed your hand in his palm, letting him drag you across the street to a dark alley. Before you could have even objected, he apparated with a strong hold around your hand, not daring to lose you.

Within seconds you found yourself at the Order's headquarter. Your frown grew deeper as you looked around, studying your surroundings. "What are we doing here, Remus?" Without a reply, he simply led you inside the house, pulling you up the stairs, before he halted in front of a black, wooden door. You were tired of the silence, the secrecy, you needed answers, but once Remus opened the door, you wished you didn't ask for them.

The room was barely lit by the dim lamp on the nightstand, but you couldn't have mistaken the person laying across the king-sized bed, his head wrapped in a white bandage, his eyes shut tight as though he was battling against the pain. Your legs led you inside, even before you could have realised.

Taking a seat on the edge of the mattress, you reached for his face to brush away a lock of black, silky hair, damp from sweat and tucked it behind his ear, whilst gently holding his other hand. Your heart thundered under your ribs, your own skin feeling tighter than usual. Seeing the love of your life injured, unsure of his condition made you feel useless. Without realising your own tears, they slowly escaped down your cheeks, leaving a trail of proof of their existence.

"Is— is he going to be okay?" You asked Remus in a hushed whisper without looking away from Sirius, your voice shaking regardless of trying to sound strong.

"Yes, it's nothing major," he said, earning a simple nod from you, accompanied by a relieved sigh.

Sirius stirred under the heavy duvet, a silent groan leaving his lungs. His lushes fluttered once, twice, before his eyes focused on you and a soft smile spread across his paler than usual face. "Hey," his voice was strained as though he was screaming for hours. His gaze moved to Remus who still stood in the doorway, but once his eyes met Sirius’, the door shut and Remus' receding footsteps echoed from the corridor.

"I hate you," you whispered weakly, your words more of a plea.

But he understood, his smile unfaltering. "I'm fine," he reached up to your face and cupped your cheek. "I'm alright."

"I still hate you," you repeated, relief-filled tears sliding down your face. "You promised to take me out on a date. A date that would take my breath away," you murmured, unwilling to raise your voice, fearing it was a dream to have him beside you with what seemed to be only a minor injury.

"I did, I'm sorry," he replied with a pained expression.

"You are a liar!" You said as tears continued to roll down your cheeks. "Don't make a girl a promise, if you know you can't keep it," your voice hitched. Sirius attempted to push himself into a seated position, but your hands stopped him, gently forcing him down. "Don't you dare move. You need to rest," though you were meant to be stern, your words were nothing but a plea.

"I didn't mean to break my promise," he shook his head.

"You still did, so I'm going to give you one more chance,” you sniffled, waiting for a reply.

"Anything you want, love," his voice was soft, a gentle smile dancing in the corner of his lips.

"Good, because you’re going to have to promise me a lot,” you pouted as you wiped the remaining tears from the corner of your eyes. “Promise me that you will always come back to me. Promise me that you will live for me. Promise me that the next time we plan to do something together, it won't be Remus coming to get me just to tell me you're— that you are—," you couldn't even finish the sentence.

"I promise you. I promise you I will come back to you. I promise you I'll fight just to see that gorgeous smile of yours again. I promise you I'll come home just to wrap my arms around you, to show you that I'm still here and I don't intend to ever leave you," although they were only words, you believed them. You needed to believe them.

"I still hate you," you whispered as you buried your forehead in the curve of his neck.

"I love you too," he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss on your head.

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pairing — boo seungkwan x fem!reader

genre — one-shot, fluff, high school!au

summary — it’s been four years since seungkwan developed his crush. maybe one day his love wouldn’t be so hushed.

warning(s) — kissing, pining, supposed one-sided love, written in third person’s view (she/her)

word count — 2.0k words

author’s note — this fic is finally done and released 😭 I started this last september and I can’t believe I dragged it out into the next year. besides that, seungkwan is so <33 in this fic I’m BLUSHING at my own writing

Seungkwan was oblivious to the fact that she could feel his stare from the back of her head. She was seated right in front of him, a pen in her hand, neatly scribbling down notes. For years, he had been pining for her silently, thinking up ways to make her swoon over him during the two classes they have together (not that he doesn’t anywhere else): English and Mathematics, the two at the end of the “best to worst subject” line. He would often think that it was fate they were in the same classes for these specific subjects, because she was always the best in English while he was somewhere at the bottom, and he was an expert at Maths while she was constantly racking her brains when doing her homework.

And what became the most surprising thing to both their friends was how well they got along. They’re attached to the hip every moment of the day when they’re not in class, almost always teasing each other. Anyone who knew them, when given the chance to, would describe their relationship as “adorable”. Their interactions are beyond sweet and it was like their friends were watching a really well-filmed romance drama.

But that seemed to be the worst part for Seungkwan, because three months after befriending her, he fell. He fell hard. They’d met when they were thirteen and it has been around four years since. He was getting really good at hiding his feelings, but just as he was about to assure himself it would never slip from his mouth, he would be reminded of the times they spent together and throw himself back to square one. He gave up on himself after he realised his efforts were going to waste, deciding to slowly show his affection and love for her. Maybe she’d realise one day.

It started with the smiles that he would flash to her whenever she asked for his opinion on her outfit, hair, nails or whatever. Then he began getting more intimate with her — she never bothered flinching away or calling him out for the sudden hand-holding or him swinging his arm over her shoulder. He took that as a sign to go on. It escalated to light kisses on the forehead or temple or cheeks. She didn’t care one bit.

Seungkwan thought she didn’t actually like him despite her not swatting his arm away whenever he initiated the interaction, as she did with everyone else who wanted to hug or hold hands with her. But even though he had doubts about the reciprocated feelings, he still continued showcasing his adoration for her, until she decided to accept or reject his silent pleas. He would never stop unless he heard from her directly that she didn’t like it.

The bell started ringing as the teacher wrapped up the lesson, signalling the end of school. The clock at the front of the class read four o’clock, and since he wasn’t on class-cleaning duty that day, he packed his things and waited for her by her table. Unlike him, she was making sure her books were packed nicely into her bag and she had kept everything she needed for self-revision at home. Once she was finally done, he rolled his eyes, saying, “Are you done yet? Can we go now?”

She glared up at him from her seat and stood up, thrusting a textbook lightly into his arms. He caught it swiftly, chuckling under his breath as she walked away. He had no trouble catching up to her, an arm wrapping around her waist by habit.

They reached her locker in no less than a minute, and as she opened it up and took her textbook from his grasp, she said, “Are you going to tell me why you were staring daggers into my head during class? Or do I have to bribe you?” He pretended to ponder for a while, earning a flick to the forehead. He mumbled a little ow and trailed behind her as she left first again.

“I was zoning out,” he admitted, slinging his right arm around her shoulders, playing with the tip of her hair.

“I know you weren’t. Tell me the truth.”

He tried to hide his smile, but he knew that he was failing and she could see it through her peripheral vision. “I’ll tell you tonight, I promise.” He felt her lean into his touch slightly and whisper, “You better keep that promise.”

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Night fell in the blink of an eye and Seungkwan found himself waiting in her favourite park on a bench. He wasn’t planning on going anywhere at night, but because of the impromptu promise he made to her earlier in the afternoon, he had to drag himself out of his apartment. He wasn’t one to go back on his promises — especially ones he made to her.

Around five minutes had passed since their agreed meeting time and he was starting to worry about her. That was until she came speed-walking towards him with a stick of cotton candy in one hand. He stood up from his seat and slowly made his way towards her, closing the gap between them.

When they were within distance to be able to hear each other better, she said nonchalantly, “Someone was selling cotton candy on the way here. I couldn’t not get some.” Seungkwan wanted to scold her for making him worry, especially since it was nighttime, but he only forced himself to smile and take some cotton candy for himself.

“Hey,” she started, frowning playfully, “I didn’t say you could have it.” He looked at her with disbelief coating his face while she rolled her eyes and turned her body to start walking away. He caught up to her and swung his arm around her shoulders, like always, grabbing more cotton candy anyway.

They walked together in comfortable silence for a bit, before she spoke up in a soft voice, “Do you remember when we had to walk my cousin’s dog and ended up losing it even though it was huge?” She chuckled at the memory and Seungkwan swore she was going to lean her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I remember,” he responded fondly. “And we spent two hours searching for it just for your cousin to call us to say it already went back home.” He laughed quietly, remembering the exhausted state the two of them were in, as well as the absolute shock on her face upon discovering that her efforts were left in vain.

Seungkwan was left dumbfounded when she actually put her entire head’s (not really, maybe about 80%) weight on his shoulder — even more so when she subconsciously offered him some of her cotton candy by moving the hand holding it in front of him. He hesitantly plucked some and fed himself.

The two of them continued walking in this comfortable (?) position, with her initiating more physical contact than he would have expected. It wasn’t that he disliked it — if anything, he loved it! — but this wasn’t her usual self. Ah, there he goes again. Worrying about the littlest details ever known to mankind.

“Oh, right.” She jolted out of his embrace and stopped walking, turning her entire body so that she was facing him. “You haven’t told me the real reason why you were staring at me during class.” The smile on her face was so sweet, Seungkwan almost admitted his feelings to her right then and there.

But it wasn’t the right time. He wanted everything to be perfect before he confessed his undying love to her — the setting couldn’t be in a park, for God’s sake. And she couldn’t be holding half-eaten cotton candy on a stick, while he stood before her in an oversized sweater and jeans. She always seemed to be the more properly-dressed one.

Seungkwan looked nervous as he gazed at her, palms starting to get clammy. He couldn’t think straight as he silently admired the beauty right in front of him.

“You’re not usually like this,” she said, and his mouth went dry. He hadn’t planned a confession yet, and he was worried that he would say something embarrassing and have her reject him on the spot. She noticed him gulp and reached for his hand, caressing it slowly. “You know you can tell me anything.”

But not this, he thought to himself, relishing in the sensation of her hand on his. Why was it so hard just to say “I love you”? He’d thought about it so many times, but when he actually had to say it, the words simply did not want to come out.

It’s not the right place. It’s not the right time. It’s not the right—

Seungkwan, against his better judgement, suddenly pulled her against him, hugging her close as he took in the smell of her shampoo. Her eyes widened in shock as she processed what was going on, her hand holding the cotton candy stick awkwardly sticking out behind his back, but relaxed soon after and leaned against him a little. This hug could have been like any other hug they had, but this one felt different. The feeling it gave the both of them was different.

What was this feeling? Why was it so strong? And why did it feel so right?

“I love you,” he mumbled (at last) into her hair, closing his eyes to gather more courage to continue, “so much. Ever since we were thirteen and immature, pranking our friends every moment we got to. You were so brave whenever we had to get an injection, while I was always afraid of the needle and the pain. You could help me with almost every subject but I could only help you with Maths. You knew the right words to say whenever I couldn’t take it anymore, but all I gave you was a hug and sweet nothings. I don’t deserve you, but I want you so much.”

The silence that followed was comfortable, yet scary. The longer it lasted, the more afraid Seungkwan got. Was she not responding because she felt bad rejecting him, or she just didn’t know what to say to accept his confession, or she was too shocked to even react?

“Friends don’t casually kiss each other on the forehead, as far as I know.”

A weight he didn’t know had been there was lifted off his chest at her response. He felt her head move slightly, no doubt to allow her to continue easily, “We haven’t been just friends for quite some time. I don’t know if you knew, but that fine line has been pretty blurry for the past few months.”

She pushed him off lightly, gazing up into his chocolate-coloured irises. They were shining as bright as the night sky and were filled with utmost joy at the revelation. She could really kiss him right now.

Seungkwan grabbed her free hand, his hand easily swallowing hers whole. “I didn’t plan for this to happen in a park, of all places, but now that we’re here …” he trailed off, pulling her closer and locking his lips onto hers.

He felt as though he’d reached heaven early, from the way her lips fit onto his so perfectly — like two puzzle pieces coming together. She moved at the same pace as he did: slow yet passionate, pouring all her feelings into the kiss. Her hand found its way to the back of his head, where it attempted to bring him impossibly closer.

A minute’s long kiss would have been longer, if it weren’t for the fact that they were breathless and in a public area. Seungkwan leaned his forehead against hers and they laughed softly. He couldn’t believe he’d just kissed his crush and best friend of four years.

“I love you, Seungkwan,” she confessed, pecking the corner of his mouth, where a smile began to form at her honey-like tone. “I have been for some time. I don’t know how you didn’t notice.”

He was too busy pining for her silently.

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