Pueden parar ya y hablo de Samuel, por qué Meterse con ¿él y Willy ?, joder dejenlo en paz, no se dan cuenta que hasta por la cabeza se le ha ocurrido dejar YT, ¿Eso quieren?, paren ya,
Basta, ya es demasiado, como dice él “Si eso quieren lo van a conseguir”
ÉL ya explotó, y ese era el motivo de estar triste y Willy también, basta de joder con Wigetta, lo poco que queda se esta llendo al drenaje, solo por no pensar, les pregunta ¿Qué tal Wigetta extremo? y responden , Wigetta es real, confirmen. ¿Es enserio? Paren, yo amo shippearlos, pero hay un límite, PORQUE SI SAMUEL O GUILLE O AMBOS SE VAN SERÁ NUESTRA CULPA, SOLO LA NUESTRA.
y también fue por lo del totems y diamantes, pero también porque cada dos por tres hay Wigetta es real y como el tuvo que poner PARA CALLAR LAS BOCAS Y DEJAR DE JODER…
SOMOS DOS AMIGOS JUGANDO…ESO¿QUIEREN? que se vuelva ¿cortante?
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74: “I’m not wearing a tie.”
with kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x reader
word count: 614
notes: edit later -kura
“Soonyoung, would you just… unlock the door?”
Perhaps this hadn’t been the best idea. No… a really really not-good idea. In hindsight, most people with common sense wouldn’t allow their significant other to get completely blackout drunk just two hours before an important dinner party, but you’re ashamed to say that your argument has always been weak when it comes to fighting a Soonyoung on his spontaneous ideas.
“To celebrate your promotion, jagi!” he’d cooed happily with that toothy grin, beckoning enticingly to the front door. When he put it that way, along with your overwhelming contentment at finally moving up the hellish totem poll of work, you couldn’t find it in yourself to turn him down. You’d relented to only have a few drinks, but Soonyoung insisted on going all out and that is what brings you here.
Outside in the humid evening air, standing locked outside of your own car at the curb of the grimacing into the partially opened window and gazing wearily at your utterly plastered boyfriend.
He hiccups loudly, slumping lower in his seat as a whine emerged from between the glass and window frame. “I’m not wearing a tie. It’s – s'itchy… and too tight…” Before you can muster up a response in the wake of his sleepy voice, he thrashes about with a groan, already beginning to undo the top buttons of his dress shirt. “Why is it so hot?”
You breathe out a sigh and push tendrils of hair from your forehead, lips twisted up in a frown. “Soonyoung, you’re drunk. Open the door and we can go, alright? You know that we have somewhere to be toni–”
“I am not! I god to swear I’m not drink – drunk – fuck, why aren’t the words working–”
“Jesus, okay – what do I have to do to get you to unlock the doors?”
His eyes glimmer in the light of the gradually rising moon as he peers up at you through the window. “Don’t make me wear a tie. They’re l-like… I don’t gross them. Wait, no…”
You throw your hands up in the air before you can calm your growing temper, exasperation clear on your features. “Alright, fine. You’re completely hammered, Hosh. You don’t have to wear a tie, so just let me in – this shady-looking guy on the corner’s been staring at me for the past five minutes.”
As if a switch is flipped, the window suddenly rolls down entirely and Soonyoung sticks his bleach-blonde head out to squint suspiciously at the general area. “What? No, he can’t stare at you, you’re mine–” He clams up immediately after that, clapping a hand over his mouth and eyes huge like he’s just revealed one of his darkest secrets. “Wait, waitwaitwait. I wasn’t supposed to say that…”
You’re unable to fight down the amusement that works its way onto your features in a grin, warmth painting your cheeks as you watch him.
“Y/n can’t know that I love her. Like, a lot. S'a secret, ‘kay? It’s a secret. Don’t tell her. Shhh…” Soonyoung murmurs in a slur of horrible drunken vocabulary, making your grin only widen.
“Okay,” you chuckle, humming in satisfaction once you hear the lock clicking, swinging over into the driver’s seat and sitting down with a grunt. “I won’t tell her, promise. She loves you too, though. Like, a lot. But that’s a secret too, alright?”
To your surprise, Soonyoung only giggles, eyes drooping steadily closed. “Y/n has a crush on me… what a loser. A really pretty loser, though. I like her. She’s pretty.”
You’re already pulling up and away from the curb when you snort, “Christ, you’re so drunk.”
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