Captured by a Smile | SVT Hoshi X Reader

Confusion and Well-Dressed Men

"Hello. It looks like you need help. I would love to help you." I look up to a man taking off his earphones. He's very well dressed: has a coat and nice dress shoes. His English is pretty perfect. He must be important. "Uh yes, I need help. I got lost in my thoughts getting off the airplane and now I don't know where to pick up my luggage." "Oh! Good timing, I was heading there with my friends. Just follow me." I bow and say, "Thank you so much! You are my lifesaver." "Haha, it's nothing. Don't mind me but you are too pretty to cry." My cheeks brush a bright pink. "No! No, I'm not pretty. Just look at me. I don't even look like a proper girl."

Before he can respond back, a man comes behind him and whispers into his ear. I can't make out what he says then this kind gentlemen says, "No, it's okay. I'm just showing her where the luggage pickup is." The man retreats back to his original position.

I realize that I'm traveling in a huge group. There's about 13 well-dressed men together. Not including the other men and women dressed in black. I wonder who these people are. These well-dressed men look important. Actors? Dancers? Singers? Just then, I see a wave of girls coming our way with cameras. They are yelling guys' names and "Seventeen, I love you" in Korean. WHAT IS GOING ON?! Then the men and women dressed in black come to the outer edges and try to give the well-dressed men space from the camera girls. And I ask myself again, WHAT IS GOING ON?!

I start walking faster and I accidently bump into one of the well-dressed men and I trip. He grabs my arm – stopping me from falling on the floor. I feel my heart beating out of my chest. I could have died. Well, I can't die from tripping. Then again, it's me we're talking about. Wait, his clothes look familiar. I've seen these clothes before. I look up to see that it's Hoshi. WAIT. HOSHI??? WHY IS HE HERE? "We meet again for the third time. It's quite incredible and I don't even know your name," he says. "Oh...my name is [Y/N]. It's a pleasure to meet you again." "My real name is, Soonyoung. You can call me soon." My cheeks blush again and he starts laughing.

"Hoshi, what are you doing to this poor girl? No one wants to hear your lame jokes," says another well-dressed man. "At least I'm funny Wonwoo, not like you." I can't hide my giggle. These guys are so funny. "What are you doing here, [Y/N]?" asked Hoshi. "That nice man back there told me to follow him to the luggage pickup since I got lost," I say as I point to the man behind me. "Ah, Joshua-hyung. Joshua-hyung is a nice man. The gentleman of the group." "Group? What do you mean?" "We are all in a boy group called, 'Seventeen' and over there are some of our fans or Carats."

Sooooo. Are you telling me that I'm traveling to the luggage pickup with 13 handsome men that are very popular and talented? I must be dreaming at this point. I probably fell on the floor and hit my head. I'm gonna wake up right now and it will all be a dream. Just a concussion. I pinch myself but no luck. I don't wake up. Is this real then? I AM CONFUSED. Eh, I'll just go with it.

"Hoshi, why are you still holding her arm?" asked Wonwoo. "I don't know, I don't want her falling again." "You know that this isn't good for your image. I'm sure they got your picture already with her. What will the fans say?" "It's okay Hoshi. You can let go of me. I don't want to anger your fans or cause you more trouble," I say. Hoshi looks at me with a sad face and let's go of me. Oh no. I hope I didn't cause him a lot of trouble or drama. Who am I kidding? I most likely did. I always cause some sort of trouble.

The girls with cameras are still around. Soon, we reach the luggage pickup.