kwon soonyoung // hoshi - iii

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pairing — kwon soonyoung / hoshi (svt) | reader

genre — crush | fluff | bittersweet | non-idol au

warnings — N/A

word count — 4210

song — one | ed Sheeran

summary — you were invited to a gathering of friends, where unexpected things happened

a/n — there's going to be about extra 7 people in this scenario. I'm going to be naming them in simple, short words(?), since I can't exactly write 'F/N' for each of them: Dim (female), Char (female), Tat (female), Gar (male), Roe (female), Sol (female) and Qin (male). I thought it would be better to clarify how many people are present, but I hope it doesn't get confusing. Anyhoo, enjoy!

 Anyhoo, enjoy!

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"Hey," you greeted cheerily through the phone. "Anything going on tonight?"

   "Yeah," your friend, Roe, replied. "There's a gathering tonight..."

   "You mean a party."

   "Call it whatever you want."

   You hummed in suspicion. "Who's throwing this – uh, gathering?"

   "Cheol," you could hear the grin in her voice. "You know what that means."

   Gar.

   "Yeah..." you replied, sounding almost disappointed but not entirely showing it. You knew that you weren't looking forward to seeing Gar — you were looking forward to seeing someone else, but you didn't want to ask.

   Gar was the one that everyone had liked. Even if one didn't like him, they still liked him. It had become a normal occurrence within circles of friends to bring him up and gush over him and his skills; how he was almost every girl's 'dream boy' or 'ideal type'. You had often joined in the conversations as well...but only for the fun of it.

   Admittedly, a part of you did enjoy his company and liked the way he spoke, but a larger part of you enjoyed someone else's presence, and no one knew about it except your other friend, Dim.

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