#softrequests.txt

“why are you looking at me like that?”

“i'm just super duper in love with you,” he replies simply, squeezing your hand. as sweet as that is, you're still suspicious

and san can tell, a cheeky grin coming to his face as he stops the two of you. despite kissing him many times, you're still momentarily surprised when he locks his lips with yours. you can still taste the lingering sweetness of the frozen yogurt he had. coconut, if you’re remembering correctly

as he pulls back, he admits, “and also you had froyo on your face”

your cheeks turn a slight shade of pink in embarrassment. san leans back in,

[you: joong, are you up?]

it’s only a couple minutes later that your screen lights up with a reply

[hongjoong: no, i’m fast asleep]

despite his quip that should annoy you, you’re relieved. normally, you’d chastise him for being up so early and working himself so hard, but today you’re glad

[hongjoong: why are you up anyway?]

[you: can’t sleep]

[hongjoong: do you want to get breakfast? i know a place that opens at 6:30]

[you: sure]

popcorn scattered to the furthest edges of the room, most definitely under all the furniture, and of course, the giant pile directly in front of you. looking over to mingi, you sigh and accept your fate. as you move to stand up, you’re instead pulled backwards into his tight embrace, his nose nuzzling into your neck

“mingi—”

“i miss them, mingi,” you mumble, prompting him to speak up

“i know, y/n,” he whispers back, stroking the back of your head tenderly

nothing was okay in that moment, and mingi didn’t try to convince you otherwise, knowing that feeling the hurt then would be better than trying to push it away. and deep down, you knew that in the future you'd be okay again, just right now you weren’t. and that's okay

you smack his hand that was creeping towards your face away, “i’m driving, joong”

“but i love you,” he proclaims loudly, then repeats it in something resembling a tune of some kind, “i love you, i love you, i love you. ooh y/n, you’re the love of my life! and i hope you love me too!”

“oh, i can put that back for you,” he offers, probably noticing the way you were standing on your tiptoes and still couldn’t reach the shelf. you couldn’t remember how you even got it down in the first place

“thanks,” you hold it out towards him, feeling a little nervous as this is the first time you’ve actually talked to him

he reaches up and slides it back on the shelf with ease. you don’t even have time to be impressed by his height, as your eyes get caught on where his sleeve falls down to reveal his wrist. with a pretty little ladybug on it

“hey, uhm, mingi, right?” you ask, and he seems surprised that you’re talking to him

“that’s me. you’re y/n, in my eight a.m.?”

“yeah, and also, uhm,” you hold up your wrist, “your soulmate”

“fucking finally! get in there you little slut!”

you look up at him with mild alarm as he victoriously places a piece, “how long were you working on that one little piece?”

“seventeen minutes”

“you want to call it a day, babe?”