My best friend is an idol | A Seventeen Fan Fiction

Chapter 1: A Knock on the Door

S.Coups stirred awake to the sound of a firm knock echoing through his apartment. He blinked, momentarily disoriented, and glanced at the clock—no one ever came knocking on his door, especially not at this hour. His bandmates usually barged in without warning, but this was different.

With a groggy sigh, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, pausing as a rush of uncertainty washed over him. He glanced down at his bare torso and shrugged. It was his place, after all. Who cared?

As he opened the door, his breath hitched in his throat. There stood Y/N, his childhood best friend, luggage piled at her feet and a nervous expression on her face. It felt surreal, like a scene from a dream he couldn't quite comprehend.

"Y/N?" he breathed, momentarily frozen in place.

"Hey," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, eyes darting around anxiously.

He quickly stepped aside, heart racing, and ushered her in. "What are you doing here? Is everything okay?"

She entered his room, moving with an unsettling familiarity that both comforted and confused him. She plopped down onto his bed, a natural act that reminded him of countless sleepovers from their childhood. But now, the air was thick with unspoken tension.

"Everything's fine. I'll be staying here tonight," she said, brushing off his question like it was a stray hair.

"Y/N, wait. Why are you here with all your luggage?" he pressed, concern etching deeper lines on his forehead.

But she just looked away, her silence screaming louder than any words could.

"Y/N," he insisted gently, the weight of his worry growing heavier. "Please, just tell me what's wrong."

And then, it happened. Tears streamed down her cheeks, glistening like the stars outside his window. It was a sight that turned his heart to lead; he hated seeing her like this. Instinctively, he took a step closer, sheepish and uncertain.

"Why are you crying?" he asked softly, regret flooding through him as he realized he might have pushed her too hard.

She shook her head, unable to articulate the storm inside. Regret filled his chest. "Okay, okay. You can stay. Just... let's not talk about it for now."

With that, he gently patted her head, an awkward attempt to comfort her. But she surprised him by standing up and wrapping her arms around him tightly. He inhaled sharply, his heart racing as old feelings surged to the surface.

Her head rested on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, instinctively patting her back, feeling the warmth of their connection seep through the layers of confusion.

After a moment, she pulled back slightly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I missed my flight  and . I can't go back  home my mom would literally kill me."

"What? Y/N, are you serious?" S.Coups exclaimed, furrowing his brow. "If you  need to stay. I can book you a hotel."

"No!" she said, her voice rising in panic. "I'll need a shield  if mom finds I dint go to the US you'll protect me right ."

"Alright, fine. You can stay here," he relented, his heart sinking a little at the thought of her distress. "But you'll need some clothes."

He rummaged through his drawers and tossed her a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. "Change into these."

She gave him a grateful smile and disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later, she emerged, looking cozy and slightly more at ease.

"So, what now?" he asked, gesturing toward the small couch in the corner. "I can set up the couch for you."

"I'm not sleeping on the couch," she declared, crossing her arms defiantly.

"Y/N, come on. I can't sleep on the couch. I have a bad back," he shot back, mimicking her pose.

"Then you should have thought about that before you offered your couch!" she teased, a playful glint returning to her eyes.

They exchanged playful banter, the familiar rhythm of their friendship bringing warmth back into the room. It felt almost like old times, before the incident, before the distance.

"Fine. But we're sharing the bed," S.Coups finally suggested, a teasing smirk on his lips.

"Okay, but only if we have a pillow barrier!" she insisted, her tone firm yet lighthearted.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Deal."

As they settled into the bed, they each took their side, carefully placing a pillow between them like an invisible wall. It felt awkward, like tiptoeing around a new reality neither of them fully understood.

As they bantered softly, the familiar warmth enveloped them, and before long, the laughter faded, giving way to a comfortable silence.

In the middle of the night, their bodies shifted unconsciously, and the pillow barrier fell away, leaving them tangled together in a gentle embrace.

And for the first time in a long time, everything felt right again.