Seventeen imagines

Horanghae

[Seokmin: Let's see who will say it the fastest. Eye, Yam, stew, peed

Seungkwan: C'mon no one will fall fo-

Soonyoung: I'M STUPID! I WON!]

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"Hey love..." You felt your boyfriend's cheery voice hit your ears, turning around from where you were huddled in front of the television. His smile, though from so far away, was contagious. You felt a wide grin spread on your face immediately the moment your eyes landed on his shimmering ones.

"Hey..." You smiled, directing your gaze back to the interesting show of Master Chef on the TV. Hoshi chuckled when he noticed the show — you'd always been fond of cooking — even now, there was a tray of cookies on the centre table, which he was sure you'd made yourself.

The room was particularly cold when he walked in, and Hoshi immediately realised that you'd gotten too lazy to turn up the thermostat. And he would shake his head disappointingly at you, but then who was he to complain? He knew the part of the reason was that he could come home and warm you up in his embrace — and he was down for every part of it.

"How was the recording?" You rasped after he'd cheerfully plopped himself down beside you onto the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to rub soft circles on your arm. The action only made you smile more — it was the "sunshine effect" as you called it. That boy was such a ball of fluff and sunshine, you found it hard to not be happy when he was around.

"It was amazing! I was satisfied with what we got today, and well—" He pulled you slightly closer to himself, letting you lie your head on his shoulder. Kissing your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your lips — his lips flowed like caramel, sweet and delicate to touch — making a warm feeling erupt in your chest.

"I missed you." Those three words were almost enough to make you melt from how soft you were turning by the second. That, coupled with the nothing-short-of-sincere look on his face was enough to make you keen.

Hoshi was so, so good with words. He could bring you to tears with just the random outbursts of confessions and the sincerity he laid with every word was so thick it could be cut with a knife. It was hard to not shower that man with every ounce of love and affection you had for him every damn time of the day, because you sure as hell wanted to.

"I missed you too." You looked at him, tucking yourself closer into his warm embrace. Hoshi looked at you with irresistible loving eyes — a sight to behold, really. His black tresses had been freshly washed, you could tell; because they looked extra soft to touch. His freckles were prominent, devoid of any concealer or foundation — and it was how you preferred to look at him.

Hoshi had always made it a point to never cover up his freckles when you were around — something he'd come to love because you'd always leave tiny kisses all over them, or connect them with your index finger — which, in all honestly, simply lulled him to sleep.

Hoshi laced his fingers with your own, gently placing a small peck to your cheek before rubbing a thumb over your knuckles. Silent actions — silent actions like these were just a thousand ways to say "I love you. You mean more than the world to me." And you could just wish he knew that you reciprocated every one of those feelings, even if you were not that great with words yourself.

Bringing his lips to your skin, he placed a delicate peck to each of your knuckles, humming into your skin and overfilling you with love.

"You're a little cold..."

"Mmm, a bit." You sighed when he pushed the stray hairs away from your forehead. His fingers gliding against your skin was soothing in every form. Being in love was such an ecstatic feeling, but being in love with Hoshi had you over the clouds. He never failed to make you dizzy from his constant shower of affection, either through his actions or his words.

"Hoshi, you-"

"Me what?" He gave a sly smirk, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. He looked every the adorable in his teal turtleneck sweater and jet black hair.

"You always-" Slapping his chest gently, you said. "Make me so shy." Pouting soon after.

"What if I like it when you're shy?" His voice grew a bit deeper at the sentence; and you could see his eyes dilate as he lost himself trying to absorb your features. Something that used to happen quite often, but somehow you always grew extremely bashful when he looked at you like that.

"Wait here." He got up from his spot and walked to the bedroom. At this point, the show was long forgotten about. You keenly waited for your boyfriend to come back , which he did in less than a minute. Carrying one of the items you wanted for a long time but were too lazy to do so.

Your pink, fuzzy blanket.

You silently eyed your boyfriend as he walked up to you, wordlessly pushing you forward a bit so that he could sandwich himself in between your warmth and the backrest of the couch. You sighed yet again feeling his torso press into your back, letting him wrap the blanket around your shoulders before tucking it around your feet — caging you in a cocoon of warmth.

You leaned back against him before fixing your gaze back onto the television. Tensing up when Hoshi's hands slid under the blanket to wrap around your waist, you made a small sound of shyness as you grew more flustered by the second.

"You're so cute..." Hoshi cooed, ruffling your hair before tucking it back.

"Mmm, you're not letting me concentrate!" You chided playfully, eyebrows furrowing and the pout on your lips more prominent.

"Do you wanna focus though?" he raised an eyebrow, though it was a statement, not a question — for he already knew the answer.

You huffed in defeat. "No... You smooth asshole!"

Hoshi giggled at your adorable form, booping your nose with his finger before coaxing you to look at the TV yet again.

"Then," He said, laying tiny pecks at the nape of your neck, which led you to tip your head to the side. "You watch the show." Nuzzling soon after, he brought his hands to gently grip at your own, rubbing them gently with his thumb once again. The sheer proximity, combined with the way Hoshi was warming you up — both with his actions and his body heat — made your head spin.

"And I'll be admiring my girlfriend..."