SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS I

SoonHoon | Concussion Part I

The alarm buzzed insistently at 4am, piercing the quiet of their small apartment. Woozi stirred, blinking against the dim light. He glanced over at Hoshi, who was still deeply asleep, his soft breaths filling the space with a soothing rhythm.

Woozi smiled, careful not to make a sound as he slipped out of bed. He tiptoed into the kitchen, the familiar warmth of the morning wrapping around him. He began to prepare breakfast, the scent of eggs and toast soon mingling with the air.

After a few minutes, the sizzle of the frying pan was the only sound in the apartment. Woozi stole glances at the bedroom, his heart swelling with fondness for the man still nestled under the covers.

Once the food was ready, he made his way back to the bedroom, nudging Hoshi gently. "Hey, sleepyhead. Time to wake up."

Hoshi groaned, burying his face deeper into the pillow. "Five more minutes, please..."

"Not a chance." Woozi chuckled, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on Hoshi's forehead. "I made breakfast."

That did the trick. Hoshi blinked awake, his eyes brightening at the mention of food. "You're the best!" He shot up, grinning widely. "What did you make?"

"Just some eggs and toast," Woozi replied, shrugging, trying to play it cool.

"Just? This is a five-star breakfast!" Hoshi exclaimed, already swinging his legs out of bed and heading to the table. "You know how to spoil me."

Woozi watched him with an affectionate gaze as they sat down to eat. "Only the best for my favorite person."

They chatted easily, their laughter filling the small space. Hoshi animatedly described a dream he'd had about them opening a cafe together, complete with whimsical decor and signature drinks.

"I want a drink named after me," Hoshi declared, puffing out his chest. "It has to be fun and a little nutty!"

"Of course. I'll call it 'Hoshi's Whirlwind'," Woozi teased, his lips curling into a smirk.

"I love it! But it needs glitter." Hoshi beamed, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Glitter?" Woozi laughed, shaking his head. "In a drink? That's a health hazard!"

"Only if you don't do it right," Hoshi countered, leaning forward, animated. "You just need the right amount."

After finishing breakfast, they moved to get ready for work, the morning bustle gradually setting in. Hoshi rifled through his closet, searching for the perfect outfit. "Do you think I should wear the blue shirt or the green one today?"

"Definitely the blue. It brings out your eyes," Woozi replied, expertly brushing his hair back as he caught Hoshi's gaze.

"Blue it is!" Hoshi decided, tossing the green shirt back into the pile. He quickly changed and bounced over to Woozi, striking a pose. "What do you think?"

"Very dashing," Woozi said, unable to hide his smile. "You'll have customers swooning."

"Just wait until I show them my secret dance moves!" Hoshi laughed, wiggling his hips playfully.

"I'm sure they'll be impressed," Woozi replied dryly, trying to suppress his grin. "But let's not scare them away, okay?"

"Come on, you know they'll love it! Just like I love you," Hoshi teased, grabbing Woozi's hand as they headed out the door.

"Let's not test that theory today," Woozi quipped, pulling Hoshi closer as they stepped into the early morning chill.

As they walked to the cafe, the world slowly waking around them, the routine felt warm and comforting. "You know, I wouldn't trade this for anything," Hoshi said, glancing up at Woozi with a soft smile.