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warning: the hyung line texts are a little violent (mention of heart attacks, eating cat food, hitting someone with a chair and fire), mention of periods in innie's (lemme know if i missed anything)
warning! implied periods + cramps, mention of burning and crying
the first thing wonwoo hears as soon as he enters the house is a comically offended 'ow!'
naturally, he follows the origin of the exclamation and finds himself in the kitchen, watching you as you pout at your finger and glare at it like it killed the entirety of your lineage. to him though, you just looked adorable with your puffed cheeks and soft lips.
he notices a pot of water on the stove, now boiling, and the empty hot water bottle next to it. suddenly, it all makes sense.
diverting his eyes back to you, he speaks softly, "want me to do that for you instead?" his eyes twinkle as your expression morphs into one of happy surprise in a split second, the offending finger all but forgotten.
you bound towards him like an excited puppy, and looking like one too, drowning in your (his) oversized hoodie, thick sweatpants and fuzzy socks. he opens his arms when you get near, and lets out a loud oomf as you collide against his chest and squeeze him tightly.
barely a second passes before you're running to the stove and expertly transferring the boiling water into the hot water bottle. you close the cap and smile your adorable smile at him, while his tired brain is still catching up with having you in his arms one moment and then you disappearing the next.
you seem to be zooming around a lot today, because the next thing he knows, you've draped his arm over your shoulder and you're already walking towards your bedroom.
"i cried today because i missed you, and then you messaged me so i've been in a good mood, but then i started getting cramps so i boiled some water and then almost burned my finger," you grin up him sheepishly. he doesn't know whether to comfort you for crying earlier or ruffle your hair for being so adorable.
"well then, good for you i'm here now," he lets go of you to take out some fresh clothes but gives you a cute smile while you make yourself comfy on the bed.
the day ends with him cuddling you the entire night as you snore away into the dreamland, content with being in the arms of the person you love.
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you had been just staring at him for the past few minutes, and if you hadn't been so distracted by his beauty, maybe you would have thought of your actions as slightly creepy.
he was beautiful. his hair was ruffled, slightly crazy from the sleep, but framed his face perfectly. his lashes curled against his cheeks, and his eyebrows were relaxed, free from everyday stress and worries.
your eyes flitted to the bridge of his nose, and the urge to just boop him was irresistible. before you could even register, your hand moved at it's own accord, and your fingertip touched the tip of his nose gently, but swiftly.
his nose scrunched adorably in response, the touch not quite enough to wake him up. you covered your head with the duvet and let out a silent screech— cuteness aggression was very very real.
emerging out of your temporary cocoon, you continued to stare at him. his lips were soft and plush, slightly open to take shallow breaths. they were a little chapped, but so enticingly pink that not kissing him was proving to be very hard.
you mentally decided that today was the day you would show him just how adorable he was. end goal? fluster him as much as possible.
sypnosis: what happens when you wake up as your best friend (crush, actually, but nobody needs to know about that) one day...
warnings: mention of being drunk
word count: 1.1k
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you are currently sitting on a very uncomfortable and, unfortunately, familiar bed right now. the bed is not yours, and neither is the room. it belongs to a man you know very well, though you would rather not know him at all (lies). the biggest problem is trying (and failing) to ignore the fact that said man is your best friend.
you exhale sharply. this is not how you were expecting your day to go. you’re internally grateful that it is the weekend and you won’t have to miss a class because of this. small wins, you suppose.
the feeling of being in someone else’s body is weird, no matter how familiar the person is. you’ve always seen the sharp eyes, the big hands and the defined body of your best friend, but have never felt it like this. it is a strangely intimate feeling. you stare at your hands, opening and closing them, inspecting every single crease of the skin on each knuckle.
somewhere in the back of your head, a little voice which sounds suspiciously like seungkwan’s points out how you can now look at these minute details even when you switch back. you flush at the idea but dismiss it.
standing up, you go to the full length mirror in the corner of the room. it feels like a requirement to see yourself in soonyoung’s body, to tell yourself that it is finally time to meet your soulmate, even though you’ve known him since practically forever.
he is pretty, to say the least. the bedhead is adorable and his eyes shine as if they house galaxies. you’ve always known he’s handsome, even told him so when both of you were drunk enough, but you were always so shy to actually look at him and admire. so you take your time to fully look at him, take in the slope of his nose and the plush of his lips, the softness of his cheeks and the tiny imperfections on his skin.
just as you are contemplating having a peek beneath his tee, you’re broken out of your daze, wincing when you hear a sudden thud from outside the door. you internally groan at the prospect of dealing with his roommates in this situation.
“soonyoung?” a muffled voice calls out. you sigh, not really wanting to interact with his roommates, but open the door. you’re met with the sight of a ruffled wonwoo with bed hair.
“jihoon called, asked me to wake you up. why do you look like that?” he points to the furrow of your brows.
“good morning wonwoo, y/n here.”
his face is comical as it goes through the five stages of grief and realisation dawns on his face. you would’ve laughed at his dilemma too, if the situation wasn’t so annoying.
you sigh again, louder this time, and stomp back into the room. you pick up soonyoung’s phone, grab wonwoo’s arm on the way out of the room, take the car keys and go straight to their shared car. you silently hand him the keys and get in the passenger seat. he wordlessly gets in as well and starts driving to your dorms.
you and wonwoo have always gotten along well, but this has to be the most tense silence you have ever experienced with him, aside from when the two of you get competitive while playing games.
he finally breaks the quiet when you are near the dorms. “do you really hate the idea of him being your soulmate so much?”
you let out an incredulous scoff, “i’ve dealt with this idiot for too many years, now you’re telling me i have to deal with him my entire life?” he giggles at that, “you’re glad it’s him, aren’t you?”
“...of course i am. he just has shit taste in mattresses so i barely got any sleep after the swap.” both of you give each a smile, well aware how grumpy you get with lack of sleep, and with that you reach your dorms.
soonyoung visits you so much that the receptionist lets you guys in easily, and you punch in the code to your room when you reach the door. wonwoo trails behind you as you make your way to your bedroom, to find soonyoung— or you— sprawled across the bed.
weird is an understatement for what you feel when you see yourself like this, but you push it aside. instead, you simply switch on the lights and turn off the fan, a surefire way to wake you up. as expected, soonyoung groans and sits up in a haze, swaying lightly before blinking and actually shrieking as soon as his— her’s?— eyes land on you. both you and wonwoo wince from the sheer volume of the panicked screech.
“shh, shh, shh,” you hurry forward to press your palm against his mouth, “the walls are thin, it’s just us, stop yelling!”
wonwoo excuses himself out of the room, though neither of you notice, because only a few seconds later, you feel like the room is floating upside down and suddenly, you’re facing soonyoung, still with his hand over your mouth.
shit, you’d forgotten that touching reverses the switch. both of you freeze as soon as your eyes meet, unsure what to do next. there is an awkward silence, and it really makes your brain itch because silences around soonyoung are not something that exist.
“you didn’t let me enjoy the day even a little as you,” soonyoung pouts, voice uncharacteristically soft. the complaint is so sudden and just so soonyoung, you can’t help but snort. you decide to be bold, figuring you have nothing to lose anyway.
“i mean, you can enjoy the day with me instead?”
his eyes widen as you directly address the elephant in the room. “are you really my soulmate?” he whispers, leaning forward in anticipation but also nibbling on his lip, as if he is afraid this will turn out to be a dream.
you cup his cheeks in response, the weight in your palms somehow feeling as if it belongs there, “of course i am, silly. we’re here, aren’t we?” seeing him nervous isn’t new, but its still unfamiliar, and it really makes you forget all about teasing him or acting annoyed.
“because…i like you a lot.” he avoids your gaze as he mutters the confession, and all you can do is get so incredibly endeared. “i like you a lot too, baby,” you lean forward to press your lips against his forehead as silent reassurance, a promise that you will stay for eternity.
fate has, after all, already given you a reason to stay.
minho snuggles into your belly not much different than like a bunny burrowing. you giggle at the sensation and weave your finger through his hair, still slightly damp from the shower he had taken less than ten minutes ago.
he sighs, "you're soft...like pudding." he says it with such gentle finality that you can't help but chuckle, "is that why you like me?"
he hums into your soft tummy, pretending to think. "...maybe i do," he teases with his catlike grin, "you're like a giant marshmallow."
"it would explain your constant bites," you mutter to yourself, purposefully loud enough for him to hear. as if on cue, he sinks his teeth into you. you shriek at the suddenness of it and jerk, and he takes the opportunity to dig his fingers into your sides.
you shriek again as he straddles you and tickles mercilessly, giggling while being a menace. clearly, he enjoys seeing you flop around like a fish out of water.
ah, you love this man (a little less when he tickles you like this—)
