SF9/PTG/VIC Writings

You looked across the table at your boyfriend, Hongseok. You couldn’t believe where he had brought you; the restaurant where you were seated was extremely luxurious, somewhere to celebrate a special anniversary, or even a destination where a proposal would take place. Both of these scenarios were far-off however, as you and Hongseok had been official for only five months. Nonetheless, he had invited you here to this lavish dining location, and it certainly wasn’t cheap – that much was evident just from the appearance of the restaurant. Despite this, he had insisted on paying the entire bill himself. You had vowed to yourself that you’d slip some compensation into his wallet later on, though.

You weren’t at all surprised to discover that the quality of the food evenly matched the grand aesthetic of the place. Additionally, Hongseok had treated you to a crisp red wine, which had undoubtedly loosened your senses a little.

“Thank you for bringing me here, baby.” You smiled at Hongseok, reaching across the table to take his hand in yours.

“Anything for you, my love,” he replied, rather dreamily.

For a few moments, the two of you simply gazed at each other, looking into each other’s eyes like a couple of lovestruck teenagers. He spoke, after a small while. “I love you.”

You blinked. Hongseok had never spoken those words to you – surely you couldn’t have heard him correctly. Wishful thinking must have taken over in your hazy brain. “W-What?” you clarified, your eyes flickering to his lips.

“I… I said I love you.” So you had heard correctly. Hongseok’s eyebrows were furrowed, and he held a rather confused look, as if perhaps he hadn’t intended for the words to pass his lips. You could tell he meant it, though. Hongseok always meant what he said, with you. That was one of the many things that drew you to him; he was always sincere. He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. Is it too soon?”

You shook your head. “No. No way. I love you, too.”

He squeezed your hand, and, involuntarily, you began to chuckle. Hongseok laughed along with you. “Holy shit,” you whispered. Your laughter increased, until the two of you were wheezing without good reason, even attracting the attention of nearby diners.

“Can we get the cheque?” you asked as your laughter died down. “I wanna go home with you.”

You squeezed Yuto’s hand involuntarily, an action conjured by the nerves that ran through your system, causing your heart to race and tremble. Your boyfriend gave you a sympathetic smile in response. “Everything’s going to be fine,” he assured you.

You gave a nod, forcing yourself to believe his words and take on an optimistic view. The root of your nerves lay in the park at the end of the street – Yuto’s childhood best friend, whom you were to meet for the first time. Yuto hadn’t seen the other boy in years and now had the opportunity to contact him because the two of you had taken a trip to his hometown so that you could be introduced to his family.

As your mind flicked back to this, you were soothed somewhat. The nerves you felt leading up to meeting Yuto’s parents were almost like a tsunami in comparison to what you experienced currently. The tenseness in your muscles eased a little; you battled through such intense anxiety just a few days prior, so you could surely get through this without difficulty.

“Here we are,” Yuto announced to you, as you approached the park gates.

“I’m nervous,” you voiced your concerns, chewing on your lip.

Your boyfriend turned to you, stroking your cheek gently. “Don’t be,” he spoke comfortingly. “He’s going to think you’re great, just like everyone does.” You gave a slight chuckle at Yuto’s flattering words and allowed him to lead you into the park.

Almost immediately, you spotted a boy who was around Yuto’s height dashing towards you. It seemed he had arrived before the two of you had. You weren’t sure what you had been expecting of the friend, but he didn’t quite look the way you would’ve guessed. He had bright eyes and a charming smile that you couldn’t help but return.

Yuto and his friend reached for each other, embracing in a tight hug. You remained still, smiling quietly as they greeted one another, allowing them to have their moment of reunion. After only a few moments, however, his friend turned to you.

“So, you must be Y/N?” You opened your mouth to confirm this and speak some pleasantries, but before you could do so, he turned away from you, directing his attention back to Yuto. “Where’d you find this pretty little thing, Adachi?”

Your eyes widened a little, finding his actions rather rude. You cast a glance toward Yuto, who seemed rather alarmed too. Before Yuto could reply, even, his friend acted again, his hand reaching to caress your arm. You took a step back instantly, surprised at the motion.

You stuttered, looking again to Yuto, who was now glaring at his friend. “You’re just as greasy as I remembered.”

The friend gave a smirk, apparently not put off by Yuto’s slight hostility. “I sure am.”

“Yeah,” Yuto bit back, that single word holding such sharpness that you almost gasped. You almost never heard him speak with so much hostility, and you were taken aback. Yuto went on, “You haven’t matured much since middle school, have you?”

“Come on, Yuto, I’m not a child anymore,” the friend said, his words accompanied by a slight eye roll. “I know my way around a woman now.” He winked in your direction.

You faltered, not at all knowing how to react to his friend’s flirtatious advances. Yuto stepped in front of you protectively. “Hey,” he barked. “I’m serious.”

You were shocked at how confrontational Yuto was behaving. He was usually such a pacifistic person, and in all the time you had been together, you had never witnessed him acting in such a way.

However, Yuto’s friend backed down in response to this, holding up his arms as if to surrender. “Alright, I’m sorry.”

The rest of your day went without conflict, but not without tension. It didn’t go at all like you had originally hoped, as, despite the effort you put into acting regularly, you couldn’t hold back the awkwardness you felt towards the boy after his somewhat provocative actions. Yuto didn’t appear to let go of his hostility completely, either.

“Yuto,” you spoke your boyfriend’s name softly, once alone and returned to the comfort of his family home. “I’m sorry for today. I feel like I ruined your reunion.”

He shook his head adamantly. “Y/N, no. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I had no idea he would treat you like that.” You heard the bitterness in Yuto’s tone, and you attempted to ease this by pressing a kiss to his cheek, having to stand on your toes to reach his level.

“You know you don’t need to be jealous though, right? I’m all yours, Yuto, you’re the only one I want.”