crowned king | c.soobin (ON HOLD!!)

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| soobins pov |

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(a/n: ik i finally decided to bless y'all with soobins pov, don't get used to it now bc this is a special occasion 😍 )

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i don't know what's wrong with me, but the way y/n's eyes light up when she describes a fair, it's enough to make me go insane.

ive never been the one to catch feelings easily, but y/n's different. i don't know why, but i feel so.. drawn to her. she makes my heart flutter like a butterfly, and i hate butterflies. but i don't hate her, matter a fact i might even love her.

"soobin?" y/n tilts her head, looking at me with concern.

"it is," i respond, extremely late. my heart rapidly beats as i look into y/n's eyes, but i manage to hide it.

that's what the public knows me for, being cold, emotionless, and heartless. so why not prove them right?

"yes!" y/n whisper cheers pumping her fist in the air.

"what are you so excited for?" i ask, cocking my brow.

"churros, duh," y/n snaps, but in a unexpectedly funny way.

i almost laugh, but i manage to hold it back, "churros aren't even that good," i murmur, just to see her reaction.

"what?" y/n speaks in shock, like i've offended her. "churros aren't even that good?" she repeats, "listen here, i don't care how much power you have, i don't care if you kill me, don't ever talk about churros like that."

y/n's eyes almost resemble to cat eyes as she says it, but she quickly changes her expression after finishing her sentence. it's kind of cute how defensive she got over churros.

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| y/n's pov |

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(a/n: we're back in the never ending loop of y/n's pov !! )

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"my apologies," soobin says sarcastically, putting his hands up as if he's being arrested. but i also notice the corner of his mouth flip up.

if he's trying to make a joke out of it, it's not funny.

there's no way he insulted churros thinking he was going to get away with it.

"did i not get my point across the first ti-"

"y/n, im just kidding, churros aren't that bad," soobin corrects himself, looking at me slightly nervous.

"that bad?"

"fine! churros are delicious. happy?" he asks, looking at me to verify my approval.

"happy," i slightly smile.

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"we're here!" the driver exclaims, rolling the separation window of the front seat and back seat down.

"thank you for the ride," i mumble, sliding out the car, while opening the door.

soobin slides out the car, but on the other side of course.

i look towards the fair, and the bright colors mezmorize me. the flashing and the glowing look so.. beautiful.

"y/n? are you coming?" soobin asks, staring at me blankly as i look at the fair lights.

"right, sorry," i scurry toward soobin, and we make our way towards the enterance of the fair.

with body guards, of course.

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me and soobin end up roaming around, without a goal to accomplish. we've obviously earned some stares, but it looks like soobin hasn't noticed.

"wanna get some churros?" he asks, looking down at me.

"nah, i don't have any money," i inform, letting out a random yawn.

"but i do," he raises a brow, looking me in the eye.

"i don't have any money to pay you back with-"

"you don't have to pay me back, im offering, so i'll pay," he firmly said, "now let's go."

i feel a hand interlock with mine, and i look down at it, automatically knowing it's his. soobin practically drags me to a churro concession stand, and we wait in line. still holding hands.

"you don't actually have to get me a churro, ill live without one," i insist again.

soobin sends me an annoyed glare, "i offered you one, and im getting you one. and there's nothing you can do about it."

my stomach practically flies away as he says that, and my face heats up to the max.

"o-oh okay," i stutter out, pulling my gaze from his.

we soon move up in the surprising short line, and he finally gets us churros.

"here," he places the churro in the hand that isn't interlocked with his, "dont drop this, it cost me 2.50, which is technically a million bucks to you."

i couldn't tell he was joking, until i looked over and saw him laughing at his own joke. i felt the corner of my lips shift into a smile, but i didn't mind it.

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(a/n: black paint and ammo, got bodies like rambo, rest in peace please light up a candle, masked up and im still in celine, designer crimes or it wouldn't be me (whoo!) diamonds shining, drive in silence, i don't mind it, im ridin, flying private side by side with the pilot, up in the sky and im wildin, styling on them like there's no chance, cause we got bodies on bodies like this a slow dance)