seventeen oneshots

one in five billion (soonhoon)

LINK:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12289788

Summary:

Jihoon wants to trace the little furrow in Soonyoung's brow with his fingers, wants to smooth out his small frown, get rid of the rough edges on Soonyoung's face because he only deserves the best; deserves the world (and Jihoon thinks one day he'd like to give it to him).

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Jihoon lets out a long sigh as he steps into Soonyoung's room at one in the morning, not for the first time that week. He doesn't bother knocking because he knows Soonyoung will be fast asleep anyway. As always, newspaper clippings and magazine articles both old and new are stuck haphazardly onto the walls, clothes and books litter the floor, the cork board hanging on the wall just above the messy desk which still a bit crooked. And, as always, Soonyoung had fallen asleep at his desk again, glasses skewed and pressed against his cheek, the single light from the desk lamp washing his features in a pale white glow.

"Soonyoung-ah," Jihoon calls out from where he's leaning against the doorway. He calls his name again, louder this time, but Soonyoung still doesn't stir, so he approaches him and shakes his shoulder. "Soonyoung, wake up."

Soonyoung's eyes open slowly, bleary. They focus on Jihoon after a few seconds and Soonyoung sits up, wiping away the dried drool from the corners of his mouth.

"You fell asleep at your desk again," Jihoon says, taking a step back when Soonyoung starts to stretch. He hears a soft crack when Soonyoung rolls his shoulders and inwardly winces, knowing that Soonyoung's constant falling asleep at the desk in an awkward position is definitely not good for his joints.

"Thanks for waking me," Soonyoung yawns. "Why are you still up?"

"I just finished my essay," Jihoon replies.

"Marketing?"

Jihoon nods.

Soonyoung makes a small 'ah' noise, and this time it's Jihoon's turn to ask, even though he knows the answer already, "What about you?"

From all the times he's asked Soonyoung in the past few weeks, his reply remains unchanged; Jihoon's got it memorised just like how Soonyoung probably memorises the entire I Want to Believe movie script.

"Stars, space, aliens, nothing that you'd be interested in," Soonyoung answers. He gives Jihoon a cheeky smile. "Want to get some waffles?"

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It's probably the 30th waffle Jihoon has eaten this entire month and he's getting a bit sick of it, but it's hard to say no to Kwon Soonyoung.

They're seated in a small café in campus, the only one that stays open 24 hours to shelter stressed-out college students needing a midnight meal and sexiled roommates. It is empty, save for them and a small group of students huddled in front of their laptops.

He watches as Soonyoung folds a waffle in half and shove the entire thing in his mouth, washing it down with strawberry milkshake and it occurs to Jihoon that Soonyoung had probably skipped dinner (again) judging by how hastily he's eating.

It would probably annoy Jihoon if it were someone else, but he didn't really mind if it was Soonyoung. He'd accepted it months ago; he has a soft spot in his heart in the shape of a certain Kwon Soonyoung. It came as no less of a shock to him, because Lee Jihoon does not budge for anybody or anything until Soonyoung came along, a ball of enthusiast and space puns, crashing into Jihoon's gravitational field and turning his whole world upside down.