Just a flight away. [Edited] | JHS

Thriving.

━━━━━━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━━━━━━

"Hi baby~"

Sasha turned around with parted lips, a huge gasp leaving her lips.

They've been together for a a year and a few months now and despite the distance, they were thriving.

They installed a rule though, which was that whatever they were doing, if one of them called, the other had to answer.

No matter if it was for a few seconds, a few minutes, they always answered.

Though they were doing fine, they did miss each other a lot, they couldn't just see each other whenever they wanted.

It was hard, but they survived.

And that was also the reason why Sasha was so surprised to see him standing there in her living room, a huge smile on his face.

She didn't keep up with his schedules, guessing that since he was already working so much, the last thing he wanted to hear about was work.

She had no idea he was flying to the US.

"What are you doing here ?" She asked with widened eyes, though a smile formed on his face.

"Missed you." He answered, opening up his arms.

She immediately hugged him tight, burying her head in his chest.

They haven't seen each other in three months, when he asked her to come to Seoul for his birthday.

She jumped on him and wrapped her legs around his waist, barely giving him time to stabilize himself as she peppered his face with kisses.

At this point, it was safe to say that she loved him.

A lot.

So much.

"Go easy on me Sash' I'm a little tired." He said patting her back gently.

"No." She answered, giving him a final peck on the lips. "I missed you so much.. I was making cup noodles, you want some ?"

He nodded, wrapping his arms around her and walking just like that, giggles escaping both of their mouths at how ridiculous they must've looked.

"Sasha bitch where's- oh."

They both turned around to see Izumi in all of his glory, standing there with his torso bare and a pair of shorts.

Hoseok wasn't really comfortable with the idea of Sasha living with another man at first, especially someone as blunt as Izumi who shamelessly talked about fucking her.

But Sasha made him understand that even if she talked to Izumi about the fucking part she wouldn't move out, she was used to their apartment and couldn't see herself live alone, they've been roommates for years.

Hoseok was a little upset but finally accepted it, but that didn't mean he liked Izumi, the opposite actually.

"Hello." Hoseok said before burying his head in the crook of Sasha's neck, resting there peacefully as she made him a cup of noodles.

"Still lovely I see.." Izumi sighed. "Should I leave or-"

"Yes." Hoseok cut him off, earning a little slap on his thigh.

"Try to be civil." Sasha gently scolded him. "The audacity you have to kick people out of their own house.."

"And what about it ? Tell him to put some clothes on at least.." Hoseok answered.

"If you guys are gonna talk about me, please speak english." Izumi sighed, grabbing a glass of water.

"No." Hoseok answered before burying his face further in his girlfriend's neck. "I don't like him.." He muttered against her skin.

"I know baby but it's his house too, you can't be frustrated when you show up here by yourself like a big boy."

He only let out a small breath, tightening his grip around her waist.

Sasha only chuckled, knowing that it was his way of being possessive, though she didn't quite understand why.

If she wanted to do anything with Izumi, it would've happened long ago.

Still, she let him hold onto her like this, somehow finding it cute.

"Let's go out after this." He proposed, slowly letting go of her to grab his cup noodles.

"Sure."

They were happy like this, romanticizing every small moment they spent together to make the best out of it.

Walking on the sand holding hands, they both watched the sun set and disappearing under the sea, all cuddled up though they were both standing up still.

Their first date, where they parted ways and the place they always went to when they reunited in the US.

When they were in Korea, their favorite spot was the hotteok place with the elder lady.

It felt nice, to say the least.

Hoseok leaned on her face, kissing her forehead, cheeks, the tip of her nose as she giggled before pecking her lips and leaning in her ear.

"I love you."

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(A/N)

me : *creates a disgustingly fluffy story to fill my crippling loneliness*

also me : *has never held hands with a boy bc wonders if they washed their hands after using the bathroom*

🍬SWEET&SOUR PROD.