#keonho

You've known Anh Keonho since you were 7 and you knew him like the back of your hand. You remembered the Keonho who came home from school with a bloody nose because he fell of the slide , or the Keonho who always shared his snacks with you during recess , or even the Keonho that cried when he broke his first guitar.

Before becoming a promising trainee under Bighit and a famous member of cortis , Keonho was just a simple boy who spent more time in your bedroom than in his.

2 YEARS AGO

It was around 10:30pm when you heard the front door unlocking and closing , which meant that Keonho was here.

He never knocked , he never needed to. He'd just let himself in by using the spare key your mother had given him.

When he walked through the door he discarded his gym bag and his soaked shoes before heading upstairs to your room. Rain made his hair stick to his forehead , it also soaked his grey hoodie that now smelled like rain and sweat.

When he reached your room he didn't say a word , he just sat down on the floor , at the foot of your bed and rested his head against the mattress , watching you.

You were sitting at your desk , studying for an upcoming exam but you quickly stopped when Keonho walked in your room.

"You're gonna get sick if you stay soaked like that Keonho" you muttered while getting up

He closed his eyes while letting out a long sigh , the you took a good look at him you could see the purple dark circles that sat under his eyes and the way his posture screamed exhaustion

"I just need 2 minutes y/n"

His voice came out hoarse which made your heart clench because you couldn't bear seeing your best friend like this. His trainee life was consuming him bit by bit and you were worried about his wellbeing.

You went to grab a clean towel and when you came back you sat on your bed behind Keonho and started gently drying his hair. Keonho didn't budge at all , he just let you dry his hair in silence revealing his state of extreme exhaustion.

A few minutes later he finally spoke up.

"There's a song I want you to listen to , one of the American trainees made me listen to it this morning and I've been listening to it the whole way there , I think you'll like it"

You patted the empty space next to you as you laid in your bed.

Keonho took off his hoodie to not soak your bed and laid down beside you.

He pulled out his phone and plugged his earphones in.

You looked at the screen and saw the title of the song : Thinkin Bout You by Frank Ocean

Keonho offered you the left earbud. You took it and placed it in your ear.

Keonho pressed play and you focused on the song , you liked it , it was soft and calming. After a couple minutes the song came to an end.

"So ?" Keonho asked curiously

"I really like it" You admitted

"See ? I told you you'd like it , I'm always right"

"Okay don't get too high on yourself" you said chuckling while nudging him with your elbow

At this point he was laughing too and he nudged you back which just erupted in a battle of nudges until he got on top of you and started tickling you

"Keonho please stop" You said out of breath from laughing so hard and he stopped.

"Only if you say 'Keonho is always right and I should listen to him more'"

"In your dreams"

That was all it took for him to start tickling you again. Eventually you caved in and he fell back next to you.

"I hate you" you said turning your head to look at him.

"No you don't" he said with a smirk sitting at the corner of his mouth.

You rolled your eyes in fake annoyance and looked back at him.

Except he wasn't wearing that little smirk anymore. He was looking at you with an expression you never seen before , something you couldn't quite describe yet.

You were lost in his eyes as much as he was lost in yours , your heart rate picked up without you even knowing why , but that moment was quickly interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing.

He broke the eye contact and looked at the caller ID before picking up. From what you could make out he was talking to his mom.

"I'm sorry y/n I gotta go home"

"It's okay keonho get home safe"

"Bye y/n" he said with the warm smile he always carries

"Bye keonho and please try to rest" you said returning the smile.

"Yes ma'am"

Once you heard the front door click shut you picked up your phone and decided to listen to Thinking Bout You once again , except this time , it didn't hit the same.

Suddenly your mind was filled with images of Keonho , and somehow every lyrics were about him.

"I've been thinkin' 'bout you, do you think about me still?"

'No.. this couldn't be'

That night , you realised your feelings towards Keonho weren't platonic anymore.

A/N : I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter !! I got the Inso from listening to thinking bout you earlier and idk why I thought it fitted keonho so well so I got to writing !