Seventeen Moments [Imagines]

Title: Tipsy Confessions

The bar was quieter than usual tonight, and you were comfortably tucked away in your favorite booth with Joshua, the usual flow of conversation and laughter filling the space. But after a few too many drinks, the easy-going atmosphere shifted as Joshua leaned across the table, looking at you with an intensity that made you pause.

"You ever just... think about how big the universe is?" he slurred, blinking slowly. His cheeks were flushed pink from the alcohol, and he was doing that thing where his eyes looked slightly out of focus. "Like... like, are we even real? Or are we just tiny specks floating in a giant bowl of soup?"

You tried not to burst out laughing. "What kind of soup are we talking about here? Chicken noodle?"

Joshua squinted at you, clearly trying to follow the joke but struggling. "No, no... life soup," he said, waving his hand dramatically before nearly knocking over his drink. "And, you know... I've been thinking about, like... the meaning of things. Like, what really matters."

Here it comes. Joshua, in his tipsy state, always managed to turn into a deep thinker, except this time, it was more like deep, nonsensical thinking. "And you know what?" he continued, leaning dangerously close, "I've been thinking about you. A lot."

You blinked, caught off guard. "Me?"

He nodded solemnly, but then hiccuped, ruining the serious tone. "Yeah, 'cause like... you're important." He pointed at you, his finger wobbling as he tried to focus. "Like... super important. I always think about how... how you're just sitting there, with your face."

"My face?" you asked, biting your lip to hold back a laugh.

"Yeah! Your face! It's so nice and... symmetrical and... you smile at me sometimes, and I'm like, 'Whoa.'" He paused, staring blankly for a moment, clearly trying to remember what he was talking about. "I'm just saying, I like your face... a lot. Like, a lot a lot."

You raised an eyebrow, feeling your own cheeks heat up. "Joshua, are you trying to say you like me?"

His eyes widened like you'd just unlocked the greatest secret in the universe. "Oh my God, YES. That's exactly what I'm trying to say! You're like... my favorite person." He leaned back with a satisfied grin, proud of his confession. "And I... I want to spend more nights like this with you."

Before you could respond, he tripped over his own foot as he tried to stand up, stumbling back into his seat with a clumsy thud. "Oops," he muttered, blinking up at you sheepishly. "That was supposed to be cooler in my head."

You couldn't hold it in anymore. Laughing, you reached across the table, grabbing his hand to stop him from causing more chaos. "Okay, you might be a little drunk, Josh."

"I'm not drunk," he said, pouting slightly. "I'm just... expressing my feelings. In an artistic way."

You shook your head, still laughing. "You're a mess, you know that?"

He looked at your hand on his, blinking slowly again. "I'm your mess," he mumbled, his voice soft and shy now. "So... coffee tomorrow? When I'm less... soup-y?"

You smiled, giving his hand a squeeze. "Yeah, Josh. I'd like that."

"Cool," he muttered, grinning before promptly slumping against the booth, his head resting on the table. "You... you've got the best face..." he mumbled sleepily, and you couldn't help but laugh as he dozed off.

Joshua, even in his tipsy, blabbering state, was still your favorite mess.

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Joshua Hong 🔥
I'm back guys!
Though temporary lol 😆 😂
Still having my finals but got this gap of 2 days.
He is such a cutie omg.
He is shining in their world tour ✨️ 💛
This one's short comparatively but I'll write longer ones once I'm back.
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