My best friend is an idol | A Seventeen Fan Fiction

Old married couple

S.Coups woke up slowly, blinking against the morning light filtering through the curtains. As his senses came alive, he realized Y/N was still nestled in his arms, her face peaceful, lips slightly parted as she slept. For a moment, he let himself admire her, memories of their childhood flashing through his mind
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But then, she stirred. Panicking, S.Coups quickly shut his eyes, feigning sleep as he felt her shuffle around. Her hand gently brushed his face, and he fought the urge to smile.

"You've really become handsome, huh?" she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, betraying him. Y/N froze, cheeks flushing bright red as she realized he had heard. She quickly pulled away, scrambling out of bed, flustered.

"Yah, were you awake this whole time?!" she exclaimed, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Maybe," S.Coups teased, stretching lazily. "What, can't handle how handsome I've become?"

She glared at him, her face still a shade of crimson, and threw one of the pillows at him. He dodged, laughing.

"Here, wear this before we head downstairs," he said, tossing her one of his oversized t-shirts. "The guys will be down there soon."

Y/N caught it, muttering something under her breath as she disappeared into the bathroom to freshen up. While he waited, S.Coups couldn't help but smile to himself, the warmth of their playful banter lingering in the room. He'd missed this.

When she came out, dressed in his shirt that hung loosely on her frame, they made their way downstairs to the dining area. The moment they entered, the room buzzed with excitement as the members of 17 spotted her.

"Y/N!" Dino exclaimed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You stayed the night, huh?"

S.Coups and Y/N both shot him defensive looks, speaking at the same time. "It's not like that!"

The rest of the group chuckled, amused by their reaction, but let the teasing slide—at least for now. As they all sat down for breakfast, the atmosphere shifted into a relaxed, familiar rhythm.

S.Coups, without thinking, grabbed a slice of toast and spread butter across it, placing it quietly onto Y/N's plate. She didn't need to ask; he had always known her preferences.

Meanwhile, Y/N absentmindedly moved the tomatoes off her plate and onto S.Coups', knowing he loved them. The exchanges were subtle, almost automatic, as if years of distance hadn't affected their bond at all.

At one point, Y/N picked up his coffee mug, taking a sip as if it were her own. S.Coups glanced at her with a smirk, but didn't say a word, used to these little moments of shared comfort. The others, however, couldn't help but notice.

"You two are acting like an old married couple," Hoshi quipped, raising an eyebrow. "Did we miss something?"

Y/N and S.Coups exchanged quick, embarrassed glances before dismissing the comment, but the warmth between them lingered in the air, undeniable.

As the breakfast conversation flowed around them, S.Coups found himself watching Y/N more than he realized. Every little movement, every subtle glance, brought back memories that felt both distant and vivid. The way she sipped her coffee, the way her laughter echoed among the members—everything felt like home.

For a moment, he wondered if things could ever truly go back to the way they were before. But then, he caught her eyes, and she smiled—an easy, familiar smile that melted away the questions in his mind. Maybe, just maybe, they were finding their way back.

Their playful arguing from the night before faded into the background as they settled into this new, yet oddly familiar, dynamic. And as the morning carried on, S.Coups couldn't shake the feeling that no matter how much time had passed, no matter how complicated things had become, one thing was clear: Y/N was always going to be the one person who made everything feel... right.