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synopsis... six year old you had a lisp and a dream. six year old joshua rejected your proposal for fame. twenty six year old joshua has biceps, no fragile masculinity, and zero shame in carrying your hot pink, heart shaped, 'miss bitch' bag.
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ pairing... joshua hong!bf x reader!gf
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ genre... fluff, romance, childhood friends to lovers
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ trigger/content warning... established relationship... that's about it...
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ word count... 800!
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ please consider liking, commenting, or reblogging!
a/n... this is dedicated to my loveliest pookie @supi-wupi <3 as part of the svthub valentines collab! WE GOT EACH OTHER YAYY (*ˉ︶ˉ*)
“I’m going to marry Joshua Hong.” You were six. Dead serious. Missing your front teeth, so it really came out as “I’M GONNA MAWWY JOTHUS HOTH.”
Shua was across the playground, halfway through the monkey bars, when he fell at your declaration. You remember pointing at him, pigtails crooked, juice box in hand, and announcing it to anyone willing to listen to a six year old’s dreams and aspirations.
Your teacher laughed. Your mom laughed harder.
Joshua Hong, age six, popped up immediately and yelled, “It’s Joshua, not Jothus, and you can’t marry me! I’m going to be an idol!”
You crossed your arms. “Okay. I’ll mawwy you when you’re done.” Apparently, that was legally binding.
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Two decades later, you’re at the mall, hands full of shopping bags, when a very large presence appears behind you.
“Why are you struggling?” he asks, already peeling the bags out of your hands.
“I was not struggling,” you lie, bottom lip jutted out, fingers numb.
He raises one eyebrow and transfers every single bag to one veiny arm. Including the fluffy, hot pink, heart shaped purse you just bought.
It dangles from his thick forearm like a hypnotic watch swinging back and forth. You think you might be drooling. You try not to stare at how unfairly built he is. Broad shoulders. Biceps that make sleeves fight for survival. And veins. Veins. VEINS. You try not to think about his veins. Thick veins were everywhere on his body. Everywhere. Like a map leading you to-
“Shua,” you say carefully. “You don’t have to carry that one.” He looks down at it. Then back at you.
“And let you carry it? Absolutely not.”
“It’s pink.”
“And?”
“It literally says ‘Miss Bitch’ on it.”
He adjusts it higher on his bicep and strikes a pose, hand on hip. “Correct.”
You narrow your eyes. “People are staring.”
Joshua slowly turns his head and makes direct eye contact with a guy who’s been staring for slightly too long. The guy immediately looks away. Joshua turns back to you, smiling sweetly. Angelic. Doe eyed. “They can look.” Menace.
But then, without breaking stride, he reaches over and fixes the straps of your cardigan where it slipped off your shoulder.
“Cold?” he asks softly.
You melt a little. “Maybe.”
He doesn’t hesitate, shrugs off his hoodie and drapes it over you. Now he’s walking through the mall in a compression tee, veins visible, holding six shopping bags and a glittery hot pink ‘Miss Bitch’ purse. Zero shame. All confidence.
A group of girls whisper as he passes. One of them says, “I need that.”
You smirk. “You’re causing a scene.”
“I merely exist,” he replies calmly.
You bump your shoulder into him. “You’re not embarrassed at all?”
He looks genuinely confused. “Why would I be embarrassed?”
You gesture dramatically at the purse.
He shrugs. “You like it.”
“That’s not the point.”
“That quite literally is the point.”
And that’s the thing about Joshua, he doesn’t carry your bags to prove anything. He doesn’t puff his chest out or make a show of it. He just does it. Because he wants to. Like it’s always the bare minimum. Like it’s obvious. Like of course he’s going to take the weight from you. Like of course you cannot struggle a second of your life.
When you reach the parking lot, he loads everything into the trunk in one trip. Of course he does.
You watch him close it, muscles shifting deliciously under his tee, and suddenly you’re six again. Juice box. Missing teeth. Pigtails. Absolute conviction.
“You know,” you say slowly.
He looks at you immediately, soft. Always soft for you. “What?”
“When I was little,” you start, trying not to laugh, “I used to run around yelling…”
His eyes narrow. “Oh no…”
You lean closer, dropping your voice into your most aggressive lisp.
“I’M GONNA MAWWY JOTHUA HOTH.”
He freezes. Then groans. “It was not that bad.”
“It was worse,” you assure him.
He steps forward, hooks a finger through the strap of your ridiculous pink purse still looped around his arm, and gently pulls you into him.
“You were missing teeth,” he mutters.
“I had a vision.”
He huffs a laugh, forehead resting against yours.
“And you know what?” you whisper.
“What?”
You glance down at the purse, at his hand still holding it without hesitation, at the way he automatically shifts closer to block the wind from you.
“You’re still the one.”
His expression changes, teasing fading into something steady. Certain. Determined.
“Yeah?” he murmurs.
You smile, heart embarrassingly full.
“Yeah.”
He kisses your forehead like it’s a promise already made. And somewhere deep inside, a tiny, gap-toothed version of you is pointing triumphantly at the universe, yelling at the top of her lungs:
“I’M GONNA MAWWY JOTHUA HOTH!”
a/n... I AM SO SO SORRY this was so late... i don't have a lisp, but i had a dream and two hours before i had to leave the house again, so i hope you like it!! HAPPY SUPER LATE VALENTINES LOVE (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) i scrapped a whole part of this that i wrote a couple weeks ago, so i had to start from basically scratch :( p.s if you were early enough to see the first published version i’m so sorry… i just went back and edited a ton :> whoopsies!!
cw : gn!reader, slightly suggestive, mentions of kissing, making out, alcohol of course, jun is cheesy as hell, the pic in scoups' is not him. my interpretations are not to be applied to the real artists.
a/n : yes, the classic drunk texts....i've never gotten drunk ever in my life, so their reactions might be slightly innaccurate?😭 so sorry. but i hope you'll enjoy these regardless. i had so much fun making smaus that i keep pumping them out like CRAZY lol.
CHOI SEUNGCHEOL — 최승철
YOON JEONGHAN — 윤정한
HONG JISOO — 홍지수
WEN JUNHUI — 文俊辉
KWON SOONYOUNG — 권순영
JEON WONWOO — 전원우
LEE JIHOON — 이지훈
seungcheol : man would be a little flustered when you told him he texted you while he was drunk. tons of thoughts went through his mind—what did i say? how did i say it? how did you feel when i texted you? and his embarrassment gets even worse once you show him the text.
jeonghan : i feel like he'd be embarrassed at first but once he saw the texts he's like, oh well it's not that bad. so it's chill for him🤷♀️ he's a little grateful he didn't say anything weird to you once you actually picked him up with joshua sitting next to him that night.
joshua : he'd first say sorry for bothering you and asking you to pick him up when it was his own fault that he got so drunk.. then he would die from embarrassment the moment you told him he texted you. no, he doesn't want to know what he said. yes, he cleared the chat right away so he'd forget about it.
junhui : "i don't know what you're talking about," he says. but his ears are as red as tomatoes. jun is aware of how he gets whenever he's drunk—that's why he always keeps his phone away from him whenever he starts to drink—because he doesn't want to accidentally text someone while drunk. now that it happened between you and him, he wishes you'd forget about it.
soonyoung : a little embarrassed but mostly doesn't care cs he gets to make out with you in the car, lol. 10/10 experience, he said, would try it again. he says that it feels great to have someone take care of him when he's drunk. "i would definitely get sooo drunk that you'd have to pick me up again." he says with a stupid grin on his face.
wonwoo : was he even drunk? well, he was a little tipsy, to say the least. wonwoo was never one to drink alcohol much anyway. he knows his limits when it comes to them—but he didn't expect you'd be the one getting drunk instead. he sighs a lot—not expecting he'd take care of eleven drunk men+his own partner that night.
jihoon : he's traumatized. jihoon doesn't drink much—nor at all, honestly. and it's because he's not great at handling them. he gets red-faced easily, and that's why he brings his own drink of choice to these kinds of gatherings. he didn't expect he'd accidentally drank from soonyoung's glass, however—which resulted in his face immediately turning red. ah, who's idea was it to even put his coke right next to soonyoung's beer?! oh, right. it was his. and now he has twelve men+his own partner laughing about it in his face (affectionately).
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