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Not That Kind Of Soup? | Hoseok

Xtra short.

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   Hoseok stirs awake from his sleep, almost immediately noticing the lack of warmth that usually was wrapped around him at night.

   "(Y/n)?" Hoseok asks, tentatively reaching over to the other side of the bed, in fear that you wouldn't be right there.

  Thankfully, his fingertips find soft fabric before coming into contact with your back. The singer sighs, relieved that you hadn't left him in the middle of the night. That was always a fear of his, since one night, after multiplie weeks of coming home late, you had had enough. You stormed out into the road and had nearly gotten hit.

  But this event was months ago. Why he was still anxious and paranoid, he had no idea.

   Hoseok flattens his hand against your back, readying to pull you back into him.

   Until you protested.

   "No!" You shout, startling him. He blinks at you, his brain already buzzing with questions. What had he done? What's wrong? How could he fix it? Why--

    "Not that type of soup." You mumble, curling back up.

   The once startled and worried Hoseok struggles to fight down a laugh. He didn't know you talked in your sleep.

   "(Y/n)."

   "Jagi."

   "Love."

   "Babe."

   "Moon of my life."

   "My sun and stars."

   "Sweetheart."

   "What in hell do you want, Jung Hoseok."

  

    "What kind of soup?"

    "What?"

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     K but this is the most fun i've had while writing a oneshot in a while. Sorry its so short and silly. But I loved writing it and. Yeah.

   unedited.