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the wrong ship was the cutest fic ever !!! ur so talented and write sohee so well 😭❤️
thank youuu for taking the time to send me this!! i have many more fluffy fics coming (and some more sohee ones) here is a little teaser for one of my work in progress fics! 🧡
One careless sentence leaves Anton wondering if, in another life, you would've chosen him. wc.2.3k
friends to lovers, anton being sad, but ends with fluff!
authors note: wrote this inbetween working on a long Sungchan fic! hopefully it can come out next week,, the perks of summer and no job lol
The living room is crowded in the comfortable, messy way it always gets when everyone finally has time to hangout.
Takeout containers are spread across the coffee table, someone left a half-open bag of chips on the floor, and the TV is playing something no one is actually watching. The guys are scattered everywhere --on the couch, on the rug, leaning against the wall.
You’re curled up in the corner of the couch with your legs tucked under you, absentmindedly eating fries from the container in your lap.
Eunseok and Sungchan are arguing about something pointless again. Sohee keeps throwing in comments that only make it worse. Wonbin is scrolling through his phone but still somehow involved in the conversation. Shotaro is laughing at everything.
Anton is sitting on the floor with his back against the couch near your feet, arms loosely draped over his knees.
It’s comfortable. Loud, but comfortable.
At some point the conversation drifts the way it always does when everyone is bored and has nothing better to do. What if questions…
“What do you think would’ve happened if we weren’t idols?” Sungchan suddenly asks, pointing a fry at the group like he’s hosting a talk show.
Shotaro laughs immediately. “We definitely wouldn’t all know each other.”
The question hangs in the air, though, and everyone starts tossing out guesses.
“I would’ve stayed in Japan,” Shotaro says.
“Sungchan would’ve still been tall and annoying somewhere,” Sohee adds.
“Hey!”
Wonbin says he probably would’ve still done music. Eunseok claims he would’ve ended up in school somewhat normal.
Then Sohee glances up from his phone like something just occurred to him.
“Wait,” he says slowly. “Anton would’ve still been in New Jersey.”
Anton shrugs lightly. “Probably.”
You glance down at him for a second before looking back at the others.
Sohee’s eyes shift between the two of you.
“Actually,” he adds, sitting up a little straighter, “you and Y/N both wanted to go to NYU, right?”
Anton lifts his head slightly.
You blink, surprised the conversation somehow landed on you.
“Yeah,” you say after a second, letting out a small laugh. “I guess.”
“See?” Sohee points between the two of you. “You would’ve met anyway.”
You shake your head immediately.
“Honestly… probably not.”
A few of them look at you.
“Why not?” Sungchan asks.
You lean back against the couch cushion, thinking about it for a moment.
“I mean… think about it,” you say. “Anton would’ve still been swimming.”
Anton glances up again, quietly listening.
“You would’ve been on the swim team,” you continue, looking down at him briefly before gesturing vaguely with your hand. “Which means practices, competitions, teammates… all the athlete stuff.”
You give a small shrug.
“You probably would’ve been around the sports crowd. Frats, parties, that whole thing.”
“Yeah, that sounds like Anton.” Eunseok Laughs sarcastically.
Anton doesn’t react, just keeps listening.
“And me?” you continue. “I would’ve been somewhere in the arts building.”
You laugh softly at yourself.
“Probably doing something like design or art or something random like that. Sitting in studios all day.”
Your fingers play with the edge of the fry container as you talk.
“I’m not a sports person at all,” you admit. “Like… at all.”
A few of them laugh.
“So we probably would’ve just been in completely different worlds on the same campus,” you finish.
“Big school,” you add.
You shrug lightly.
“We probably would’ve just… walked past each other or something.”
There’s a brief pause before Sungchan laughs.
“Wow. That’s kind of sad.”
The conversation shifts almost immediately after that.
Sungchan starts arguing that fate would’ve made it happen anyway. Sohee insists that Anton would’ve made friends with everyone regardless. Shotaro somehow turns it into another ridiculous debate.
The room fills with noise again.
But Anton stays quiet.
He’s still sitting on the floor in front of the couch, arms loosely resting on his knees.
His expression doesn’t change much, but his gaze drops slightly. For a moment he just stares at the carpet, thinking. The idea sits heavier with him than you meant it to.
You said it so casually.
But all he hears is that in another life --one where the group didn’t exist-- you probably wouldn't even like him.
He presses his lips together briefly before smoothing his expression out.
You laugh at something Sungchan says, but your attention drifts back down for a second.
Anton hasn't added a single comment.
Normally he would've argued with Sungchan just to make things worse, or quietly corrected one of the guys. Even if he wasn't the loudest person in the room, he was always listening, always smiling at something.
Now he's just... quiet.
You nudge the side of his shoulder lightly with your sock-covered foot.
"You alive down there?"
He looks over his shoulder, blinking as if you pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Hm?"
"You've been weirdly quiet."
A small smile appears on his face, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"I'm just listening."
You frown at his response.
Anton just shrugs.
"I'm tired."
No one questions it.
Schedules had been busy lately. Everyone looked exhausted.
The conversation moves on again almost immediately.
Still...
Something about his answer doesn't sit right with you.
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About half an hour later, Sohee suggests ordering dessert.
"I'm craving ice cream."
"You are always craving ice cream," Wonbin says.
"And?"
"I'm in," Shotaro says, already grabbing his phone.
Everyone starts throwing out suggestions, arguing over flavors louder than they had over the hypothetical 'what if' conversation.
You glance toward Anton.
"What about you?"
He doesn't even look at the menu.
"I'm okay."
"So you don't want anything?"
He shakes his head.
"Nah."
You stare at him for another second.
Usually he'd split something with you.
Without really thinking about it, you tell Shotaro, "Just get one extra scoop."
Anton looks up.
"For what?"
"You'll end up eating mine anyway."
For just a second, his expression softens into something more familiar.
"...Maybe."
It's quiet. Almost automatic.
Then, as if he realizes what he just admitted, he looks away again.
The smile disappears.
You frown slightly.
That was... strange.
You can't put your finger on why.
You don't know why Anton feel this far away when he's sitting less than a foot from you.
Before anyone can settle on flavors, Anton pushes himself off the floor.
"I'm gonna grab something from my room."
No one really reacts.
"Bring me back my charger!" Sohee calls after him.
Anton gives a small wave over his shoulder without looking back.
"Yeah."
A few seconds later his bedroom door clicks shut.
The conversation in the living room picks right back up. Mint chocolate chip versus cookies and cream.
You try to pay attention.
You really do.
But your eyes keep drifting toward the hallway.
Finally, you set your fry container down.
"I'm gonna go see if he actually grabbed the charger."
Sohee doesn't even look up from his phone.
"He probably forgot already."
You laugh softly.
"That's what I'm worried about."
No one questions it.
You make your way down the hallway and stop outside Anton's room.
The door is almost closed.
You knock lightly against the frame.
"...Anton?"
"Yeah?"
You push the door open just enough to peek inside.
He's sitting in his desk chair, slowly spinning from one side to the other with his phone in his hands.
He isn't doing anything on it.
Just staring at the screen.
"You forgot the charger already, didn't you?" you ask.
He looks over.
"...Yeah."
You smile a little.
"I knew it."
Walking farther into the room, you pick the charger up from where it's sitting on his desk and hold it out toward him.
Instead of taking it, he just sighs.
"You can give it to him."
Your smile fades.
"...Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You've said, 'I'm fine,' and 'I'm tired' about six times tonight."
"I'm just tired."
"You don't sound tired."
He looks away.
"You sound... upset."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm not."
You cross your arms.
"Anton."
Silence.
"Did I do something?"
His head lifts immediately.
"What?"
"Did I say something? Are you mad at me?"
He shakes his head a little too quickly.
"No."
"Then what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
You stare at him.
He refuses to meet your eyes.
The room falls quiet.
The muffled voices from the living room drift down the hallway, but neither of you says anything.
Finally, you let out a small sigh.
"If you don't tell me, I'm just going to keep bugging you."
A tiny laugh escapes him.
"...I know."
"So tell me."
He rubs a hand over his face before leaning back in his chair.
"It's stupid."
"I'll decide that after you tell me."
Another long pause.
Then, so quietly you almost miss it, he says,
"...When you said we probably never would've talked."
You blink.
"...What?"
"If we went to NYU."
Your stomach drops a little.
"I just..."
He lets out a quiet breath through his nose.
"I kept thinking about it."
"You said we'd probably walk past each other."
"I didn't mean anything by—"
"I know."
He cuts you off gently.
"I know you didn't."
His fingers tighten slightly around his phone.
"But I kept wondering..."
He finally looks up at you.
His expression is smaller than you've ever seen it.
"...Why?"
You frown.
"What do you mean?"
"If we'd met there..."
He swallows.
"...why wouldn't you like me?"
The question hangs in the air.
Not defensive.
Not angry.
Just genuinely confused.
As though he's been turning it over in his head ever since you said it.
You stare at him, completely caught off guard.
"...Anton..."
"I know it sounds dumb," he says quickly, looking away again. "I know that's not what you meant."
"But it's all I could think about."
You stare at him for a moment.
"...Anton."
He doesn't look back at you.
"I know," he mumbles. "It's a dumb question."
"It isn't."
"It is."
"It isn't."
His shoulders lift in a small shrug.
"I just..." He lets out a quiet laugh, embarrassed with himself. "I kept replaying it."
"When you said we'd probably just walk past each other. I know that's not what you meant. I know you weren't trying to be mean."
"But..." His fingers tighten around the edge of his phone. "...I couldn't stop wondering why."
You step a little closer.
"Anton."
He finally looks up.
His eyes meet yours for only a second before drifting away again.
"I mean..." he says quietly. "Is there something different about idol me?"
"What?"
He laughs softly through his nose.
"You know me now."
"You like hanging out with me now."
"So I just kept thinking..." He swallows. "...if we met before all of this..."
His voice gets quieter.
"...why wouldn't you like me?"
Your heart squeezes.
You hadn't realized he'd taken your words so personally.
Without really thinking about it, you reach over and gently take the phone out of his hands before setting it on the desk beside him.
His eyes follow your movement before looking back up at you.
"Look at me."
He does.
"You completely misunderstood me."
"I did?"
You nod.
"I wasn't saying I wouldn't like you."
"I was saying..." You smile sheepishly. "...I probably would've been too scared to talk to you."
His eyebrows knit together.
"...Me?"
"Yes, you."
He lets out the tiniest laugh.
"I don't believe that."
You smile.
"It's true."
"You would've been this really tall swimmer at NYU. Probably walking around with your gold medal teammates. I would've looked at you and immediately thought, 'Yeah... there's no way he'd ever talk to me.'"
Anton blinks.
"You would've thought that?"
"I would've been terrified."
"I'm not scary."
"You aren't now."
You poke him lightly in the arm.
He smiles despite himself.
"I would've walked right past you."
"Exactly."
"And then I would've gone and asked my friends about you."
Anton actually laughs this time.
A real laugh.
The kind that makes his shoulders relax.
"You would've talked about me?"
You pause.
"...Probably."
His smile grows.
"What would've you said?"
You pretend to think.
"'He's really cute.'"
His entire expression freezes.
Heat rushes to your face.
"I mean—"
"I was speaking hypothetically."
Anton is staring at you.
"...You would've thought I was cute?"
You hide your face in your hands.
"Oh my gosh."
"I didn't say that."
"You literally just did."
"I said hypothetically!"
He can't stop smiling now.
"So... hypothetical me was cute?"
You groan.
"Anton."
"Hm?"
"You are never letting me live this down, are you?"
"No."
He grins, softer now.
"I don't think I am."
Anton looks at you for a long second before speaking.
"...Can I tell you something?"
You lower your hands.
"What?"
He smiles to himself before looking down at the floor.
"I don't think we would've walked past each other."
"You don't?"
He shakes his head.
"No."
"If I saw you..."
He hesitates, suddenly looking almost shy.
"...I would've come up with literally any excuse to talk to you."
You blink.
"Really?"
"Probably something stupid like, 'Hey, do you know where this building is?'"
"'Or can I borrow a pencil?'"
He laughs quietly.
"It would've been obvious."
You feel your heart skip.
"So..."
"You would've talked to me?"
He looks back at you with the smallest smile.
"I think I would've spent the rest of college trying to make you like me."
Neither of you says anything after that.
You just stare at each other.
Neither of you notices the knock on the door until Sohee pushes it open.
"...Why are you two looking at each other like that?"
The two of you jump apart so quickly it almost looks rehearsed.
"We're not," you both say at the exact same time.
Sohee narrows his eyes.
"...Right."
"The ice cream's melting."
He leaves, still looking suspicious.
The second the door closes, you and Anton glance at each other again.
All Sohee wants is for his two best friends to spend a day at an anime convention with him. You and Anton agree, even surprising him with Naruto cosplays (what great friends). The only problem? Everyone at the con assumes you and Anton are dating, and Sohee's crush on you becomes harder to hide. wc. 5k
friends to lovers, jealousy, overall fluff!
authors note: first fic!! ahh hope you like it <3
It started, like most things with Sohee, because of Naruto.
“You know,” Sohee said for what had to be the hundredth time this month, “they’re doing a full Hidden Leaf Village setup this year.”
You hummed without looking away from your phone.
“Mhm.”
“They have professional voice actors coming.”
“Mhm.”
“There are going to be cosplay competitions.”
“Mhm.”
“And ramen stands.”
“Mhm.”
Anton looked up from where he was sitting on the floor and let out a slow, exhausted sigh.
“You realize she’s not listening to you.”
“She is,” Sohee argued.
“She absolutely isn’t.”
“I am,” you said automatically.
Sohee pointed at you. "See?"
Anton raised an eyebrow. “Okay. What did he just say?”
You stopped scrolling.
“…Something about ramen?”
Sohee pointed triumphantly. “See?”
“You literally said ramen two seconds ago,” Anton deadpanned.
“I still got it right.”
“No,” Anton replied. “You guessed.”
Sohee folded his arms dramatically. “You two are annoying.”
The three of you had somehow settled into your usual positions around Anton's apartment. You were curled into the corner of the couch beneath a blanket despite the warm afternoon sun pouring through the windows. Anton sat on the floor with his back against the coffee table, one knee pulled up as he lazily flipped through songs on his phone, Sohee sat cross-legged on the opposite end of the couch, looking personally offended that neither of his best friends appreciated what he firmly believed to be one of the greatest stories ever written.
Sohee let out an exaggerated sigh and threw his hands in the air.
“This is why none of my interests get respected.”
Anton looked up.
“We respect your interests.”
“No, you don’t.”
“We tolerate your interests.”
“You make fun of them.”
Anton shrugged. “We lovingly make fun of them...There’s a difference.”
You couldn't help smiling.
Ever since you'd met Sohee in college, he'd somehow found a way to connect almost every conversation back to Naruto.
Someone mentioned friendship?
Naruto.
Someone ordered ramen?
Naruto.
Someone wore orange?
Naruto.
Rain?
Apparently there had been an episode with rain.
You weren’t even sure anymore.
Sohee suddenly sat up straighter, like he'd finally remembered the point of this entire conversation. "Okay, but seriously." He pointed between you and Anton. "Anime Expo is next Saturday."
Anton groaned so dramatically he nearly slid onto his back.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“The reason you’ve been talking about Naruto every single day this past week.”
“I always talk about Naruto.”
“You’ve been talking about it more.”
“That’s because it’s almost here!”
Anton slowly turned to look at you.
“Tell him no.”
You lifted your shoulders innocently.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You’re thinking it.”
“I am.”
Sohee leaned toward the two of you with pleading eyes.
“Come on.”
“No,” Anton answered immediately.
“You didn’t even think about it.”
“I did.”
“For how long?”
“Half a second.”
You laughed.
“I’ve never been to an anime convention,” you admitted.
Anton glared. “Traitor.”
“I didn’t say I wanted to go.”
“You’re considering it.”
“I said I’ve never been.”
Sohee immediately noticed the opening. He scooted closer on the couch, his expression turning hopeful.
"Come on."
Anton answered before you had the chance.
"No."
Sohee frowned.
"You didn't even think about it."
"I did."
"For how long?"
Anton pretended to check an invisible watch.
"...About half a second."
You laughed, making Sohee to turn and look at you again.
"So…" Sohee clasped his hands together dramatically. "You'll come?"
Anton pinched the bridge of his nose.
"This..." he muttered, "...is exactly why I'm saying no."
For the first time since the conversation had started, Sohee didn't immediately argue back.
Instead, his shoulders relaxed.
He looked down at the unopened bag of gummies in his lap, absentmindedly peeling at the corner of the packaging.
"I know you guys don't really care about anime."
His voice had lost the dramatic edge it carried only moments ago.
"I know I bring it up a lot."
Anton opened his mouth, ready with another sarcastic comment.
Then he caught the look on Sohee's face.
His mouth closed again.
“But…” Sohee rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I just thought it’d be fun if my two best friends came with me. I don’t really care if you understand Naruto. I just… wanted to spend the day together.”
The apartment went unexpectedly quiet.
You glanced toward Anton.
The second your eyes met, he sighed.
“Don’t.”
You smiled.
He pointed at you accusingly.
“I know that look.”
“What look?”
“Your people pleaser look.”
“I’m justing thinking.”
“You’re folding.”
You looked back at Sohee.
He wasn’t trying to guilt either of you. He genuinely looked hopeful. The kind of hopeful that made it difficult for you to say no.
“…Okay.”
Sohee blinked.
“What?”
“I’ll go.”
His face lit up so quickly it almost made you laugh.
“Really?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
“You’ll actually come?”
“I just said yes.”
Before you could react, Sohee threw his arms around you in a hug.
“You won’t regret it.”
Anton stared at the two of you in disbelief.
“…Unbelievable.”
You laughed as Sohee finally let go.
“What?”
“He always gets you.”
“What?”
“He could ask you to help him move a couch up fifteen flights of stairs and you’d somehow end up saying yes.”
“I would not.”
“You absolutely would.”
“I’d complain.”
“But you’d still do it.”
You thought about it. “…Probably.”
Anton threw his head back dramatically.
“I can’t believe this.”
“You know… you don't have to come," you teased.
He looked horrified.
“And leave you two alone?”
“So?”
“You’d come home speaking exclusively in anime references.”
“I would not.”
“You’d start saying ‘believe it.’”
Sohee gasped, “See? He knows one.”
“I hate that I know one.”
You laughed “So… are you coming?”
Anton stared at the ceiling for several long seconds before groaning.
“…Fine.”
Sohee actually cheered.
“But,” Anton continued, pointing a finger at him, “if you try to get me to watch the show, I’m leaving.”
“No promises.”
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The morning of the convention started with a lie. Specifically, the lie you told Sohee over text.
Y/N: Anton and I are almost there. Just wear whatever. Don’t worry about us.
Sohee immediately replied.
Sohee: You guys aren’t dressing up?
Y/N: Nope.
Sohee: lame.
You smiled as you locked your phone.
Anton glanced over from the driver’s seat.
“He bought it?”
“Mhm.”
“Good.”
You looked down at your outfit for what felt like the tenth time. Red dress, black gloves, green contact lenses. The wig had taken far longer to style than either of you wanted to admit.
Beside you, Anton looked equally ridiculous.
Or rather…
Ridiculously accurate.
His dark wig framed his face almost perfectly, and the blue-and-white outfit fit him so well that you could already imagine Sohee’s reaction.
Anton caught you staring.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“What?”
“I just can’t believe you agreed to this.”
He sighed.
“I still can’t believe it either.”
“You look good.”
You laughed.
“He’s going to lose his mind.”
“That’s the point.”
A few minutes later, Anton pulled into the parking lot outside Sohee’s apartment. Sohee stepped outside carrying an orange jacket. He looked every bit the Naruto fan he’d always claimed to be.
He waved happily before opening the back door.
“I hope you gu—”
The rest of the sentence disappeared.
His eyes became impossibly wide.
“…”
“…”
“…WHAT?”
You burst into laughter.
Anton smirked.
“I thought you said you weren’t dressing up!” Sohee practically shouted.
“We lied.”
“I CAN SEE THAT!”
He looked between the two of you so quickly you were worried he might actually give himself whiplash.
“Sasuke?”
Anton shrugged.
Then Sohee looked at you.
“…Sakura?”
You smiled.
“You talk about Naruto enough that I at least know who she is.”
For a second, he just stared.
Then an enormous grin spread across his face.
“You guys actually did this.”
“We did.”
“For me?”
You nodded.
“You said you wanted your best friends there.”
His smile softened.
“…Thanks.”
There was something so genuine in his expression that your chest tightened. He looked happier than you’d seen him in a long time.
“Okay,” he said, climbing into the back seat. “This is officially the best day ever.”
Anton pulled away from the curb.
“We haven’t even gotten there.”
“I know.”
“So lower your expectations.”
“They’re getting higher.”
By the time you arrived at the convention center, Sohee was practically vibrating with excitement.
The lobby was packed with colorful costumes, oversized props, photographers, artists selling prints, and groups laughing together as they hurried toward different panels.
Every few feet someone recognized Sohee’s Naruto cosplay.
He returned every greeting with the biggest smile.
Watching him excitedly point out different costumes, explain references without expecting either you or Anton to understand them, and enthusiastically wave at strangers somehow made the whole experience…cute.
You found yourself smiling more than you expected.
“You look happy,” Anton said quietly.
“I think it’s because he is.”
Ahead of you, Sohee had stopped to excitedly compliment another Naruto cosplayer.
He looked completely in his element.
“…He’s kind of cute when he’s excited.”
Anton looked at you sideways.
“What?”
“Huh?”
“You called him cute.”
“I said he looks cute.”
“That’s different?”
“Very.”
“Mhm.”
Before you could defend yourself, a girl wearing an Akatsuki cloak hurried over.
“Oh my gosh!”
She looked between you and Anton.
“Your Sakura and Sasuke cosplay is amazing!”
“Thank you,” you replied.
She immediately clasped her hands together.
“You guys look so good together!”
You blinked.
“Oh—”
“We’re not—”
Before either of you could finish, she had already snapped a picture.
“Couple goals!”
Then she disappeared into the crowd.
Anton slowly looked at you.
“…That was weird.”
“Yeah.”
Neither of you noticed Sohee standing just behind you.
His smile had faded. It wasn’t a big deal...Just one person.
Except it wasn’t.
An hour later another group stopped you.
“Sakura! Sasuke! Can we get a picture?”
“Sure.”
Someone behind the camera laughed.
“You guys seriously committed to the couple cosplay.”
“We’re not actually—”
“They even have the chemistry!”
“Oh my God,” Anton muttered.
You laughed awkwardly.
“No, we’re just friends.”
The group nodded politely.
“…Sure.”
They clearly didn’t believe you.
As they walked away, one of them whispered loudly enough for all three of you to hear.
“They’re definitely dating.”
“They’re trying to hide it.”
“I love when couples cosplay.”
You looked over your shoulder helplessly.
Anton looked equally uncomfortable.
“It must be the costumes.”
“Yeah.”
Behind the two of you, Sohee forced out a laugh.
“…Yeah.”
As the day went on, it only got worse.
People insisted you and Anton recreate romantic poses from fan art.
One photographer actually directed Anton to put his hand around your waist before either of you immediately stepped apart.
“No thanks.”
The photographer frowned.
“But it’ll look more authentic.”
“We’re good.”
Some comments were harmless.
Others made you want to disappear.
“They’re literally the real Sasuke and Sakura.”
“I swear they have the same vibe.”
“Do you think they’re dating in real life?”
“I hope so.”
“So cute.”
“They probably met through Naruto.”
“They look perfect together.”
Each comment landed a little harder than the last.
Not because you cared what strangers thought.
But because every single time someone said it…
You caught Sohee growing quieter.
At first, he’d laughed along.
Then he’d stopped talking as much.
Then he started hanging a few steps behind the two of you.
Whenever someone asked for another picture of “the couple,” he’d simply wait off to the side.
You noticed it when he stopped pointing out booths.
Stopped rambling about voice actors.
Stopped bouncing excitedly from table to table.
Instead, he watched.
Watched strangers smile at you and Anton.
Watched photographers position the two of you together.
He shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets.
“…I’m gonna go look at that booth over there.”
You turned toward him.
“We can all go.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
His smile was small.
“I’ll catch up.”
Before either of you could stop him, he disappeared into the crowd.
Anton watched him leave.
“…He’s being weird.”
You frowned.
“…Yeah.”
You looked toward the direction he walked in, a strange feeling settling in your chest. Something was wrong.
And somehow…
You had the feeling it had nothing to do with the convention at all.
You waited another minute, expecting Sohee to wander back with an armful of merchandise or excitedly waving you over to something he had found.
He didn’t.
Anton glanced around the crowded aisle before shrugging.
“He’ll find us. He knows we’re probably going to circle back here.”
You nodded, though the uneasy feeling hadn’t quite gone away.
“…Yeah.”
Trying to shake it off, the two of you wandered farther down the artist alley. Every table was covered with colorful prints, stickers, keychains, and handmade charms. Artists called out to passing guests while cosplayers stopped every few feet to admire different displays.
You slowed in front of one booth filled with watercolor-style Naruto prints.
The artist looked up from arranging a stack of postcards and immediately smiled.
“Oh my gosh.”
She pointed between the two of you.
“You two look so much like Sakura and Sasuke!”
You smiled politely.
“Thank you.”
“I’ve seen a lot of them today, but you two are definitely one of my favorite pairs.”
Anton laughed awkwardly.
“Thanks.”
The artist picked up one of her prints.
“I actually have one of Sasuke and Sakura together if you guys want to see it.”
“Oh,” you said quickly. “We’re okay.”
She tilted her head.
“Really? Most couples love buying matching prints.”
Anton let out a tired sigh.
“There it is again.”
The artist blinked.
“What?”
You couldn’t help laughing.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Why does literally everyone today think we’re dating?”
The artist stared at you.
“…What?”
“I swear this is like the fifteenth time.”
“We’ve had people ask us to pose together, tell us we have chemistry, call us couple goals…” You gestured helplessly toward Anton. “He’s basically my brother.”
“And she’s basically my sister,” Anton added.
“We’re just here because our friend begged us to come.”
The artist looked between the two of you with genuine confusion.
“…Didn’t you watch the anime?”
You shook your head.
“No.”
“Neither of us has.”
She blinked again.
“…Then why are you dressed as Sakura and Sasuke?”
You smiled sheepishly.
“Our best friend is obsessed with Naruto.”
“Like…” Anton paused, trying to think of the right word. “…Concerningly obsessed.”
You elbowed him.
“It’s not concerning.”
“He has spent years trying to convince us to watch it.”
“So we thought it’d be fun to surprise him.”
“We knew he was definitely dressing as Naruto,” Anton explained, “so we figured we’d dress as other characters he’d recognize.”
The artist covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.
“Oh…”
“What?” you asked.
“Oh no.”
“What?”
She laughed a little harder.
“You guys accidentally picked the worst possible combination if you are like siblings.”
Anton frowned.
“…Why?”
She held up the print she had been reaching for earlier.
On it, Sasuke stood beside Sakura beneath falling cherry blossoms.
“You two keep getting mistaken for a couple because…” She smiled apologetically. “These two get married.”
Silence.
You and Anton slowly turned to look at one another.
“…Seriously?” Anton asked.
The artist nodded.
“They end up together. They’re one of the biggest couples in the series.”
You buried your face in your hands.
“Oh my God.”
Anton groaned loud enough that the people walking by glanced over.
“That explains literally everything.”
Anton rubbed a hand over his face.
“I’ve been accidentally roleplaying a husband all day.”
The artist laughed.
“I’m so sorry.”
“No,” you admitted, laughing despite yourself. “Honestly that makes way more sense.”
“I thought everyone at anime conventions was just… really invested in a random ship.”
“They are,” she said with a grin. “But in this case, there was an actual reason.”
You thanked her before starting to walk away, both of you still processing the revelation.
“So that’s why Sohee kept looking weird,” Anton muttered quietly.
“Hm?”
“He probably knows.”
You frowned.
“…Oh.”
The realization settled uncomfortably in your stomach.
Of course he knew.
He’d watched the entire series.
He’d probably known from the second he saw your costumes exactly what everyone else was going to assume.
You wondered why he hadn’t said anything.
Maybe he hadn’t thought it would happen this much.
Maybe…
You stopped walking.
“…Wait.”
Anton looked back.
“What?”
“I’ll be right back.”
You hurried back to the booth where the artist was reorganizing a stack of prints.
She smiled when she saw you again.
“Forgot something?”
You shifted your weight awkwardly.
“…Can I ask one more question?”
“Of course.”
You lowered your voice, suddenly feeling strangely embarrassed.
“So…”
“Yeah?”
“…Who does Naruto end up with?”
The artist looked at you for a second.
Then a slow smile spread across her face.
“Oh.”
She had clearly put the pieces together.
“You came with a Naruto cosplayer, didn’t you?”
You blinked.
“…Yeah.”
“The really enthusiastic blonde one?”
You smiled.
“That’s him.”
The artist laughed softly to herself.
“I was wondering where that Naruto had gone.”
You looked at her eagerly.
“So… who does he end up with?”
Instead of answering immediately, the artist rested her chin in her hand.
“…Can I ask why you’re asking?”
Your cheeks warmed.
“I was just curious.”
“Mhm.”
“I was.”
She gave you a knowingly amused look that made you immediately regret coming back.
“I’m only asking because you didn’t seem interested in the series five minutes ago.”
“I wasn’t.”
“And now you specifically want to know who Naruto marries.”
“…”
“…”
“I…” You looked down at your shoes with a sheepish smile. “…I don’t know. I guess I’m just curious now.”
The artist chuckled.
“I’ll tell you.”
She leaned forward slightly.
“Naruto ends up marrying Hinata.”
You repeated the unfamiliar name quietly to yourself.
“…Hinata.”
“Mhm.”
“The shy girl who’s been in love with him for years.”
You nodded slowly, committing the name to memory without really understanding why.
“Thanks.”
You watched Anton disappear into another aisle, already distracted by a booth selling video game figures.
Shaking your head, you turned and headed back into the sea of people.
Finding Sohee wasn’t as easy as you’d expected.
The convention center seemed even busier than before, every hallway packed with colorful wigs, oversized props, and people stopping every few feet for photos. You checked the ramen booth first.
Nothing.
Then the Naruto merchandise tables.
Nothing.
The panel room.
Still nothing.
For a brief second, you wondered if he had gone outside for some air.
Then, tucked into a quieter hallway near the windows overlooking the parking lot, you spotted the familiar flash of bright orange.
He was sitting alone on one of the benches.
His elbows rested on his knees as he lazily scrolled through his phone, occasionally glancing up whenever people walked past before immediately looking back down again.
It struck you almost immediately.
This wasn’t how Sohee acted at conventions.
Not from what you’d seen today. He should’ve been bouncing between booths. Dragging you toward another artist. Excitedly explaining references you didn’t understand.
Instead, he looked… bored. Or maybe distracted.
You slowed your steps. He still hadn’t noticed you. A smile tugged at your lips as an idea came to mind.
Changing your voice just enough to sound a little more formal, you walked over until you were standing in front of him.
“Excuse me…”
Without looking up, Sohee answered automatically.
“Yeah?”
“I absolutely love your Naruto cosplay.”
He finally glanced up.
“Oh, thank—”
His sentence stopped.
A slow smile spread across his face.
“…Really?”
You tilted your head innocently.
“I was wondering if I could get a picture with you.”
He stared at you for another second before letting out a quiet laugh through his nose.
“…You’re so annoying.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You changed your voice.”
“I did not.”
“You absolutely did.”
“I think you’re confusing me with someone else.”
“Mhm.”
“You gonna take the picture or not?”
He rolled his eyes, though the small smile lingering on his face told you he’d already given in.
“Fine.”
You held your phone out. He stood beside you as you flipped the camera around. You smiled brightly at the screen.
Click.
You looked down at the photo.
“Sohee.”
“What?”
“That’s just your normal smile.”
“…Yeah?”
“I asked for a picture with Naruto.”
He blinked.
“I need Naruto.”
He stared at you for a moment before groaning.
“…Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“You’ve never even watched the show.”
“I know.”
“So how do you know Naruto has poses?”
“I’ve known you long enough.”
He laughed, shaking his head.
“I created a monster.”
“So?”
“So this is embarrassing.”
“It’s only embarrassing if you don’t commit to it.”
He looked around dramatically.
“There are people watching.”
“There are people dressed as animals.”
“…Fair point.”
You grinned.
“So?”
With another dramatic sigh, Sohee reluctantly tucked his phone into his pocket.
“Fine.”
He planted one foot forward, crossed his fingers into a hand sign, narrowed his eyes dramatically, and struck an exaggerated fighting stance.
You immediately burst into laughter.
“Oh my gosh.”
“What?”
“You actually did it.”
“You told me to.”
“I wasn’t expecting that much commitment.”
“I’m Naruto.”
“You are.”
You snapped another picture.
“One more.”
He switched into another pose, throwing his arm behind him exactly like he was about to sprint.
You laughed so hard your picture came out blurry.
“Sohee!”
“What?”
“You look ridiculous.”
“I look accurate.”
“I’ll give you that.”
One last time, he held up two fingers in another ninja hand sign while making the most serious expression he could manage.
Click.
“There.”
You lowered your phone.
“Perfect.”
He leaned over your shoulder to look through the pictures.
“…Okay.”
“What?”
“These are actually kind of good.”
“I know.”
He nudged your shoulder lightly before sitting back down on the bench. For the first time in almost an hour, he looked a little more like himself. The silence between you settled comfortably. People continued walking past.
Someone recognized his cosplay and waved. He smiled politely and waved back before looking out across the convention floor.
You hesitated.
“…You should’ve told me.”
He glanced over.
“Told you what?”
“That Anton and I were basically wearing a couple’s costume.”
His expression changed almost too quickly to catch.
It was only for a second.
Then he looked away again.
“…It wasn’t a big deal.”
“It kind of was.”
He shrugged.
“I figured maybe one or two people would say something.”
You gave him a look.
“One or two?”
“…Maybe more.”
“Sohee.”
“What?”
“You knew.”
“I knew they ended up together.”
“And you didn’t think to mention that?”
“I didn’t think it’d matter.”
You stared at him.
“It definitely mattered.”
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“…Yeah.”
You bumped your shoulder against his.
“I would’ve picked someone else if you’d told me.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“I know I didn’t.”
You looked down at the photos you’d just taken together before smiling to yourself.
“But I would’ve.”
He stayed quiet.
“I mean…” You shrugged casually. “There are a million Naruto characters, right?”
“So many.”
“I could’ve picked literally anyone else.”
You looked over at him.
“…Actually.”
“What?”
“An artist told me who Naruto ends up with.”
He blinked.
“…She did?”
“Mhm.”
“Why did you asked?”
“I was curious.”
A grin slowly spread across his face.
“Oh?”
You ignored the teasing in his voice.
“So…” You tried to sound casual, even though you suddenly felt oddly shy saying it out loud. “Next time we come…”
His eyebrows lifted.
“…Next time?”
You nodded.
“Well, yeah.”
A smile escaped before you could stop it.
“I’ll have to dress up as Hinata instead.”
For a moment, Sohee simply stared at you.
He didn’t laugh.
He didn’t tease you.
He just looked at you as though you’d said something he hadn’t been prepared to hear.
“…Hinata?” he repeated quietly.
His lips parted slightly.
Then, despite himself, the biggest smile you’d seen all afternoon slowly spread across his face.
“…Yeah,” he said, his voice softer than before. “I think… you’d make a really good Hinata.”
Something about the way he said it made your face feel unexpectedly warm.
You quickly looked back down at your phone.
“…Good.”
For a while, neither of you spoke.
The convention buzzed around you with the constant noise of conversations, laughter, and camera shutters, but somehow the little bench near the windows felt strangely quiet.
Sohee kept looking at you.
Not obviously.
Just… every few seconds.
As though he wanted to say something but kept changing his mind.
Finally, he let out a slow breath.
“…Can I ask you something?”
You looked over.
“You just did.”
He laughed quietly.
“I mean… a real question.”
That caught your attention.
“Go ahead.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly finding the floor much more interesting than your face.
“You said…”
He paused.
“…You said if you’d known, you would’ve picked someone besides Sakura.”
“Mhm.”
“And then…”
Another pause.
“You said next time you’d dress as Hinata.”
You smiled.
“I did.”
He nodded slowly.
“…Would you rather?”
“Hm?”
He looked up at you.
His smile was still there, but he was nervous now.
“…Would you rather end up with Naruto?”
You blinked.
For a second, you didn’t understand.
Then his ears slowly turned pink.
His eyes darted away.
“I don’t…” He laughed awkwardly. “I don’t actually mean Naruto.”
You stared at him.
“I mean…”
He swallowed.
“I mean me.”
The words hung between you.
“I know it’s probably stupid to ask.”
His fingers fidgeted with the sleeve of his jacket.
“And maybe today just got to me because everyone kept pairing you with Anton…”
He laughed again, but this one sounded almost embarrassed.
“I kept telling myself it shouldn’t bother me.”
His shoulders lifted in a helpless shrug.
“But every time someone called you two a couple…”
He shook his head.
“…It did.”
Your heart skipped.
“I know Anton’s basically your brother.”
“I know you weren’t actually dressed up together because of that.”
“I know all of that.”
His voice grew quieter.
“But I still got jealous.”
He looked down at the floor.
“…I’ve liked you for a long time. So seeing everyone act like you belonged with someone else…”
He smiled to himself, almost sadly.
“…It kind of sucked.”
You stared at him.
All the little moments over the past year suddenly clicked into place.
The way he’d always sat beside you.
The way he’d somehow remembered every tiny thing you mentioned.
The way he’d looked so excited this morning when he’d seen you in costume.
The way he’d gone quiet after everyone started calling you and Anton a couple.
It hadn’t been because of the cosplay.
It had been because of you.
“So…” he said softly, finally looking back at you.
“If we’re talking about Naruto…”
A nervous smile appeared.
“…Would you rather end up with him?”
His eyes searched yours.
“…Well um—I mean”
He took one last shaky breath.
“…Would you rather end up with me?”
You didn’t answer.
Not with words.
Instead, you reached over, gently took hold of the front of his orange jacket, and leaned in.
Your lips met his.
The kiss was soft.
Brief.
Almost hesitant.
As though both of you were making sure it was okay.
When you pulled away, Sohee simply stared.
His eyes were wide.
“…Oh.”
You laughed nervously.
“…Was that clear enough?”
For another second, he remained completely frozen.
Then the biggest smile you’d ever seen spread across his face.
“…Yeah.”
He laughed under his breath.
“I think that answered my question.”
You couldn’t stop smiling either.
Without thinking, he reached for your hand. His fingers intertwined with yours naturally, like they’d always belonged there.
Neither of you noticed the silence around you until someone nearby whispered loudly,
“Oh my gosh…”
Another person nudged their friend.
“Naruto and Sakura just kissed.”
A camera shutter clicked.
Then another.
You both looked over at the same time.
Three different people were openly smiling at the two of you.
One girl clasped her hands together.
“I knew it!”
Another pointed excitedly.
“They’re doing the alternate universe ship!”
Your face immediately burned.
“Oh no…”
Sohee covered his face with one hand.
“…We’re the weird convention couple now.”
“I think we are.”
“I’ve become the people I make fun of online.”
You laughed.
“I’m never recovering from this.”
Before either of you could escape, a familiar voice called from behind.
“There you guys are.”
You turned.
Anton stood a few feet away holding an enormous shopping bag, looking between your intertwined hands and the guilty expressions on both of your faces.
He raised one eyebrow.
“…Wow.”
Neither of you spoke.
Anton looked at you.
Then at Sohee.
Then back at you again.
“…My own wife.”
You immediately groaned.
“Anton.”
He placed a dramatic hand over his chest.
“My own wife cheating on me with my best friend.”
“We’re not—”
“I trusted you.”
“We were never—”
“I wore the ring and everything.”
You stared at his completely empty hands.
“…You don’t have a ring.”
“Emotionally, I do.”
Sohee burst out laughing beside you.
Anton pointed at him dramatically.
“And you.”
Sohee tried to compose himself.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I’m really not.”
“I bring you into my fake marriage, and this is how you repay me?”
“I appreciate your sacrifice.”
Anton sighed dramatically.
“I always knew it’d end like this.”
People walking by chuckled after overhearing the conversation.
You hid your face in your hands.
“I hate both of you.”
“No, you don’t,” Anton said.
“No…”
You looked over at Sohee.
“…I really don’t.”
Sohee’s smile softened.
As Anton wandered ahead, still muttering dramatically about divorce settlements and who got custody of the imaginary dog, Sohee leaned closer until only you could hear him.
“…Hey.”
“Hm?”
His ears were pink again.
“So…”
He glanced down at your joined hands before looking back at you.
“…Later…”
“Yeah?”
He smiled shyly.
“…Can we kiss when we’re not pretending to be Naruto characters?”
You felt your face grow warm all over again.
You squeezed his hand.
“…I’d like that.”
His grin somehow grew even wider.
“…Good.”
This time, when the three of you continued through the convention together, Sohee walked beside you again.
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