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hongcherry · 9 months

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Hii, can u write a Hongjoong x reader fic, best friends 2 lovers, when they're camping together ? Please 😁 I luv your works sm!

🏕 Paring: Hongjoong x Reader (gn)

🏕 Rating/Genres/AUs: PG-15; Fluff; Best friends to lovers

🏕 Warnings: None?

🏕 Word Count: 1.2k

🏕 Author's Note: Ahhh thank you soo much for this ask! My first Hongjoong ask 💕 I need more Hongjoong on this blog! Thank you for the support ^-^

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Hongjoong’s tired.

He’s tired of fending off mosquitos. He’s tired of feeling sweat run down his back. He’s tired of the uncomfortable cot he has to sleep on.

He’s tired of being outside.

He just wants to go home.

Luckily, all he must do is endure one more day. One more day of mosquitos, sweat, restless sleeping, and wilderness.

He can do it.

Maybe.

“You want to do what?” he asks, body filling with a mix of dread and defeat.

You finish applying the last of your sunscreen before handing him the item.

“I want us to go paddle boating!” you repeat.

Hongjoong blinks at you, sunscreen forgotten.

“Aren’t those the ones you have to pedal to move?” he questions. Even though he knows he’s right, he hopes you answer differently.

“Yup!”

His shoulders sag.

“How about kayaking instead?” he suggests. It’s something he can sit down and only have to move his arms every so often. His legs are already aching at the thought of pedaling for hours.

“We did that two days ago,” you huff and grab the sunscreen. You squirt some on your fingertips then smear it across his face.

He swats your hands away and begins rubbing it in—though, not without sending you a (harmless) glare.

You shrug and explain, “You weren’t doing it, and we’re losing daylight. Hurry, Joong!”

Hongjoong had always thought he knew when to say no, but if that were true, he wouldn’t be seated in a generic blue boat with an already-wet butt.

“How do we steer this?” you question beside him.

He glances around, then points to the steering handle that’s in between you.

You grab it and tug, feeling something shift before you start going in a new direction.

“We’re doing so good, Joongie!” you exclaim with a smile.

Hongjoong’s eyes cast down briefly at your lips before averting his gaze. Despite his aching legs, he’s happy to see you smile so freely.

He admits to himself the view is beautiful, peaceful even, and he tries to focus on that instead of the pain.

Thankfully, the boating only lasts for an hour, with a few breaks here and there, and then you’re both taking showers.

Hongjoong arrives at the campsite before you, so he rests his sore legs while he can in his hammock.

He doesn’t realize he fell asleep until he’s being prodded with something.

His eyes peel open reluctantly. He gets a glimpse of you pulling away and figures you just poked him awake.

“I really wore you out, hm?” you giggle.

You’re standing near him, smiling down at him with a hand on your hip.

Hongjoong grins lazily and sits up; his legs are on either side of the hammock. The sun behind you casts a soft outer glow around your body. He thinks you look stunning and wishes he had his camera to remember this moment.

“You did,” he hums, voice low and slightly gravelly from exhaustion.

You bite your lip and look away for a moment. “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat,” he shrugs.

“Then let’s eat before it gets dark,” you instruct.

Hongjoong nods, and you step away to gather the ingredients.

You and Hongjoong prepare dinner with minimal conversation. For some, the silence may be uncomfortable, but with you, Hongjoong’s at ease. He enjoys the simple sounds of chopping food, birds chirping, and sizzling meat.

When you’re both done eating and seated around the fireplace, Hongjoong’s mind wanders.

The dancing flames in front of you both and the soft crackling of the fire provide a peaceful atmosphere that he gets lost in.

Had anyone else asked to go on a five-day camping trip, he would’ve refused profusely. Had anyone else asked to go kayaking, play sand volleyball, or go paddle boating, he would’ve declined and sat on the sidelines. But because it was you who had asked, he had said yes.

He finds he says yes to you more than anyone.

“Joong,” your voice lulls him out of his thoughts.

“Hm?” He looks at you.

“Try this,” you offer and present him a s’more. The marshmallow is burnt to perfection and the chocolate is quickly melting.

Hongjoong opens his mouth, letting you bring the treat to his lips. The bite he takes causes the dessert to ooze into your hand and you pull away to lick at it.

He chews slowly as he watches you.

“How is it?” you ask, licking the corner of your mouth.

“Good,” he replies while chewing.

“Something wrong?” you question and take a bite of the s’more you made.

Hongjoong fidgets in his camp chair, debating on telling you what he’s been hiding. You eye him as you eat, though don’t say anything as you wait.

When you finally nudge him with your leg, he sighs and rests his elbows on his knees—eyes focused on the flames.

“I think I like you,” he confesses.

You don’t say anything for a few seconds, and it causes Hongjoong’s heart to thump rapidly in his chest.

“You think?” you ask, but there’s a hint of playfulness to your voice that informs him you’re not mad.

He glances back at you.

You’ve finished the s’more and are cleaning your hands with a wipe. There’s not an ounce of surprise on your face, which he finds a little odd.

“No! I know I like you,” he quickly corrects. “I like you.”

You smile and lean on your knees as well.

“Prove it.”

“W-what?” he asks, eyes growing.

“Prove you like me.”

“I’m here, no?”

You smirk and lean closer.

“That’s true,” you pause, “but I want something more.”

“More?” he repeats, trying not to glance at your lips that are so near.

“More, Hongjoong.”

He sits still as he tries to understand what you’re wanting. It’s not until you inch closer that he gets it and quickly leans in the rest of the way.

You smile instantly when his lips touch yours, a hand coming up to card through his hair.

Hongjoong carefully slides off his chair to kneel between your legs—lips still on yours and hands resting on your hips.

The kiss goes on for a while longer before you’re both pulling apart with smiles adorning your faces.

“I like you, too, Joongie,” you say.

“I get the feeling you knew I liked you for a while,” Hongjoong comments.

You give him a guilty smile and straighten your posture.

“Maybe,” you reply.

“For how long?”

“A while,” you trail off.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he frowns.

You push his hair off his face to see him clearly.

“Because I needed a camping buddy,” you tease before pressing a quick kiss to his exposed forehead.

He groans and rests his head against your tummy. You laugh, ruffling his hair.

“I’m getting you back somehow,” he mumbles.

“Hm, okay,” you reply, then gently ease his face away from your body. “But for now, we should get some sleep. We have to wake up early to pack tomorrow.”

Hongjoong exhales a deep breath at the idea of taking down the tent. It was a pain to put up—at least for him—so the thought of taking it down sounds just as troublesome. He’s tempted to tell you to leave it and buy another one for next time… If there’s a next time.

“One more kiss?” he asks.

You grin and nod, lowering your face to his.

Hongjoong’s not sure if the craving for more comes from his fondness for you or the taste of the s’more from earlier. Regardless, he pulls away before he deepens the kiss any more.

“Does this mean you’ll be mine?” he wonders.

“Ask me,” you reply.

He smiles and takes hold of one of your hands.

“Yn, will you be mine?”

“Yes.”

A/N: I haven't been camping in a while! I miss it 🥲 Has anyone else gone camping? Did you like it?

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kimnjss · 2 years

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already uncomfortable [let me know if you’re tagged!]

— bruised knees from climbing trees, each summer was spent the same. now eight years of nothing have passed and they’re back where they started, forced to navigate through all the heartbreak that comes with seeing each other again in order to make a great summer for their friends.

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kimnjss · 2 years

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doing terribly

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being dramatic

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august 19, 2014 | 11:36

the cool summer breeze tickles your cheeks, slowly pulling you from your slumber. it's weird. the familiar weight on your waist gone, actually being able to stretch without hearing the grunt of disapproval from your boyfriend. refusing to let you put any space between your bodies, who cares if you already spent the night tangled with each other.

you're not getting that this time around and when you're reaching out to his side of the bed – you're being met with nothing but the mess of sheets. cold sheets. sleepy eyes blinking open, confusion settles when you're not seeing his messy brown curls. you had convinced him to dye it nearly a year ago and he liked the look so much, that he kept up with it. you thought it looked cute, of course, you thought everything about him was cute.

and despite the fact you tell him all the time, you're bummed that he did stay the whole night – because you'd love to tell him right now. taehyung wasn't one to leave without saying goodbye, so you can't help the way you think the worse upon fully waking up. “shit,” scrambling to shove the blanket from your body, legs swinging around to find your slippers. fuzzy cheetah print ones, a gift from tae.

he's probably in his room. maybe he got up to use the bathroom sometime during the night and forgot he was spending the night with you and went back to his room? that made sense, right? you're rushing down the stairs without so much of a backward glance at your mother who stands in the kitchen. heart pounding in your chest as you cross the hall, not even thinking to knock. “taehyung!?” you're calling into the seemingly empty house, waiting for a response.

and you're getting nothing. the house was completely silent, nothing but the sound of your slippers hitting against the hardwood. he couldn't just be gone, right? he wouldn't leave. not after last night... last night was huge, it was different. a moment that the two of you had been saving for the perfect moment, surely he wouldn't just leave after a night like that. right? you've searched his room. the living room and even his parents. the game room is empty, same with the theater. there's no sign of him, even the shorts he never brought in for the pool were gone.

he was gone.

you had been too busy shouting his name throughout the entire house, you didn’t even think of calling him. not until you’re back in your room and catching sight of your phone amongst the wrinkle of sheets. you’re quick to reach for it, being greeted by the picture the two of you had taken after your first party. two whole years ago before either of you knew you were mad for each other. the call goes past one ring which is really weird, he’s always answering right away. and you’ve never been greeted by his voicemail, you don’t like the way it sounds.

and that doesn’t change after the fifth time you’re hearing it. “what the fuck is going on, tae?” you’re saying through a huff as you sink onto your bed. two seconds from calling him again when the knock at your door catches your attention, head snapping up as it opens. “taehyung?” the hopefulness is evident in your tone, crumbling at the sight of your mother’s face. sporting a sad smile as she enters, a plate of french toast in hand.

“hey, baby.” she’s setting the plate down on your dresser before taking slow steps to you. “mom. have you heard from tae? he slept her last night, but now he’s not answering and all of his stuff is gone an-..” your words are fading at the sight of her reaching out to you, that same sad look in her eye as her hand pants at your head.

she takes her time with sitting on the bed, sighing softly while gesturing to the empty space beside her. but you don’t want to sit and talk, you had much more important things to worry about. like why your boyfriend wasn’t answering you. “do you know where tae went, mom?” you don’t like the way she’s looking at you, an arm reaching out for yours. she’s gently tugging you toward her.

he didn’t really leave, right? there was no way he’d just up and leave and not tell you anything about it? but all of his stuff were gone… and he wasn’t answering his phone. it didn’t make sense and you felt like you could throw up. even if he did leave, he was coming back, right? he wouldn’t just go somewhere and leave you behind like that, he wouldn’t. yet, the way your mother is looking at you makes your words harder to believe.

a soothing thumb rubbing against your wrist as her free hand pats against the bed and you want nothing more than to run to wherever taehyung went, make sure he was okay – rather than have the conversation you knew was coming. but you can’t, body sinking into the mattress, your gaze shifting onto your mother who’s still wearing that stupid sad smile, sighing as she says. “come sit. we have a lot to talk about,”