Soulmates •Book 1•

Chapter 13

The night you spent with Seonghwa was the literal definition of 'heavenly.' He treated you with nothing but respect and kindness and he often reminded you of a young Prince. His touch was soft and never meant to frighten you or cause you discomfort in any way. In fact, you often leaned into the skinship when it was initiated.

The fact that the two of you didn't have a single worry in mind about fans made the night more enjoyable. Since y'all were 'dancing the night away,' the sight of the moon rising in the sky was quite shocking to you and Seonghwa. Being the gentleman he was, (And because he was too overly excited about y'all's relationship) the male suggested to eat out for dinner. Luckily, there was a fried chicken place nearby and you both stuffed y'all's cheeks happily.

Once Seonghwa paid, (again) you both decided to call it a night. When y'all arrived to your vehicle, the older opened the door for you and guided you inside. (The amount of plushies in your arms became hard for you to see hardly anything.) You sat inside with a faint huff and rested all the plushies in your lap, some rolling off and falling to the floor of the car much to your dislike.

"You know, we could've gotten bags for all of those." Seonghwa asks, shutting the door beside him after getting in. You look over at him and simply shrug your shoulders before digging in your pile of stuffies, your eyes scanning everywhere for a specific pair. As Seonghwa rests his hand on the steering wheel and looks at you curiously, you let out a happy squeal when you find the wanted pair.

"I have something for us." You say, a huge smile tugging at your lips as you pull out Kuromi and My Melody plushies. You watch as Seonghwa's eyes soften and he reaches out and lightly pats to two plushies' heads.

"Matching plushies?"

"Not just matching plushies. They're Kuromi and My Melody matching plushies." You delicately take the My Melody plush and quickly examine it before setting it on Seonghwa's lap. The older's eyes widen for a split second and he picks up the plushie and delicately traces its features with his index finger.

"You had to give me My Melody, didn't you."

"You have pink hair, My Melody is pink. It's a perfect match."

A soft giggle escapes Seonghwa's lips and he carefully sets the plush on the dashboard behind the wheel, only putting it down temporarily. (He's not that stupid.)

His eyes shift down to the empty key hole and he puffs his cheeks before putting the key in the engine, earning a faint grumble from the starter. After adjusting the air conditioning and side mirrors, he glances over at you, his eyebrows furrowing as he looks at your giggly state.

"You knew about the car not being on and decided to not tell me?" He asks, raising an eyebrow as he leans against the door.

"They told me not to!" You exclaim, pointing at a rilakkuma plush as more giggles escape from you.

"Oh, so I'm supposed to believe that they can magically talk now?"

"Hey! The toys came to life in Toy Story! They talked and walked around!"

"That was a Disney film. It wasn't real."

"I dare you to say that to kids under the age of 6."

Seonghwa sends a glare to you and you yelp loudly when he lands a poke on your side.

"Hey!" You exclaim, sending him an offended glare. Before you get the chance to say anything, squeaky laughs pour out of you when the older lands more pokes on your sides. You quickly grab onto his wrists and manage to hold them away from you as residual giggles spill out of you. "That's not fair! You can't do that!"