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[ 🥀 c - soonwoo ] favOriTe

TAG: "it's you, 딱 너야"
wonwoo's known to always favour the younger members. but when it comes to soonyoung, wonwoo never fails to make him feel a little bit more than special.

dude. this was supposed to be soft and wholesome. IT IS NOT SOFT AND WHOLESOME. editeli: I LOVE THIS ACTUALLY

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"What's the special occasion, Ji?"

"Nothing really, Soonyoung." came the reply.

Soonyoung hummed, feeling the alcohol already kicking in. This would be a long night. Jihoon had let him and Wonwoo invade his studio and have a drinking session and he wasn't exactly sure why he even said yes to it. Usually Jihoon would reject him the moment he opened his mouth. Guess this day was different?

Finally Wonwoo came in as well with snacks.

"Don't make a mess," was all the boundary Jihoon gave. So Soonyoung and Wonwoo did everything but make a mess.

A couple hours later, Soonyoung and Wonwoo were leaning against each other for support on Jihoon's sofa that overlooked where his monitors were. The two were zoning out into the colours of the studio and the music.

"He's fucking good." Soonyoung yelled. In his mind, it was more of a whisper. Wonwoo laughed. Jihoon couldn't hold in his either, the left side of his face covered with his hand as his eyes tightened and his teeth showed. "You're fucked." Jihoon shook his head.

"Hey! Wonwoo!" Wonwoo hummed slowly. "What's with you and Chan these days? You've never rained praises on him so much before," Soonyoung laughed like something was funny.

Jihoon audibly sighed and caught Soonyoung's attention, "Seriously? He babies the younger ones so much. I thought you would've picked up on that. Or has Drunk Soonyoung forgotten?"

"What the fuck." Soonyoung plainly said, making Wonwoo split into laughter. Jihoon whined from across the room, laughing himself, "That wasn't even funny in any way."

Soonyoung tried to sit up off the back of the sofa, causing Wonwoo to just kind of... lean over and fall down behind him. The scene was hilarious to them, so they cried from laughter. Jihoon sat at the other end of the room muttering curses of letting them in here to drink. Before he knew it, Soonyoung was straddling Wonwoo and nearly shocked him out of being drunk.

"No... No no, Wonu why?" He scrambled to get as comfortable as a drunk man could feel and furrowed his eyebrows in a childishly upset frown. "Why only dongsaengs? What about me? Or Jihoon?"

Jihoon snorted, "I'm good. Have you seen the way he babies them?"

Soonyoung looked for Wonwoo through his wavy vision. Hands dug dips into the cloth either side of Wonwoo's face, pressure on his hips from Soonyoung's weight. "What about me?" His eyes were almost pleading, so drunk that he couldn't even control his own emotions. Wonwoo was fortunately less drunk than poor Soonyoung was but the boy's antics were making his head spin. Half a groan and a sigh.

"Soonyoung, I-" His hands came up to hold onto Soonyoung's wrists, feeling how warm they were. He definitely wouldn't remember this... One hand went further to softly stroke Soonyoung's cheek, which he shivered a little at and laughed. Wonwoo looked at him with such fondness, and so much... love.

"You're always my favourite, Soonie," Wonwoo whispered.

Their breathing started to get a little more erratic, their faces inched closer, Soonyoung let his arms make contact with the cloth beside Wonwoo's head. Their shirts touched and Wonwoo felt- even more- how warm Soonyoung was. "All this drinking is going to kill you, my love," Wonwoo murmured; no malice, no pain.

Soonyoung hummed carding the other's hair back. "You said 'my love'?" He softly giggled. Wonwoo broke out into a smile, expecting. Waiting. "I'm your favourite, huh?" Wonwoo's breathing told Soonyoung to hurry up.

Instead, he looked up... and grinned. Wonwoo let out a soft sound, "What, Soonie?" He whispered. Soonyoung looked back to him, "Oh sweetie..." His gaze went back up, stupid grin still on his face. A plan seemed to be afoot in his head. "Our lovely Jihoonie is filming," He suddenly spoke loud enough for the boy's phone to capture it. Wonwoo winced, adrenaline coursing through his blood.

"No...-" Soonyoung held him down. "You're not going anywhere, my love." Now the nickname felt mocking. Soonyoung leaned down, still being able to see Jihoon being uncomfortable behind his phone. He chuckles, "We're going to show those dongsaengs what being favourite really means, okay?..." Soonyoung stuck his tongue out and touched the tip of Wonwoo's nose. "Kitten."

justice for jihoon 😵‍💫😵‍💫