You’re Soonyoung’s Everything
Genre: Fluff, Established relationship, Slice of Life, Domestic
Kwon Soonyoung | Hoshi x Reader
Summary: When Soonyoung comes home drunk after a night out with the boys, he finds you at his family’s house, exactly where his heart feels most at peace. With a clingy hug, slurred love confessions, and Latte the dog squished in between, the night turns into a warm reminder that home isn’t a place, it’s the people (and pets) you love.
It was supposed to be a simple dinner at the Kwon household. Just you, his parents, his older sister, and of course— Latte, the adorable little brown Norwich Terrier who already loved you more than she loved Soonyoung (and that was saying a lot).
Soonyoung had texted that he’d be a little late because the boys decided to grab one drink after practice.
You were seated on the couch with Latte nestled comfortably in your lap, her fluffy tail wagging every time you pet her. His mom was in the kitchen, humming while washing dishes, you volunteer to do it but she refuses because you were a special guest and that she will get upset if you push it any further, which is you would, but she beat you to it so you really have no choice but to stay still. His dad on the other hand was quietly reading the news on his tablet.
Then came the sound of keys fumbling at the front door.
His sister peeked over from the hallway, raising an eyebrow. “Speak of the tiger.”
The door burst open and there he was, Kwon Soonyoung. Hair tousled, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling in that unmistakably tipsy way. He stumbled inside, arms stretched wide like he’d just come home from winning a trophy.
“I’m home~!” he sang, voice slightly slurred but full of energy.
Latte barked once and immediately jumped off your lap, running toward him with full zoomie power. Soonyoung knelt down, somehow keeping balance, and scooped her into his arms with a dramatic gasp.
“LATTE!!! My sunshine! My love! My only rival for her heart!” he yelled, nuzzling her fur. “Did you miss me? Did she feed you? Did she steal your love while I was gone?!”
You snorted, trying not to laugh too loudly as he walked in with Latte hugged tight to his chest. He spotted you, and his eyes lit up even more.
“There she is!” he exclaimed, pointing at you like you were the prize in a claw machine. “The prettiest girl in the universe! My girlfriend! My baby! My angel! My… my...”
“You can just say my name, Soonyoung,” you giggled.
“I’m DRUNK,” he announced proudly, now swaying a little as Latte hung loosely in his arms, eyes already sleepy.
“Really?” his sister called out with mock surprise. “No way. We couldn’t tell.”
He shuffled toward you like a penguin, plopped down beside you, and pulled you into the warmest, clingiest hug you’d ever gotten from him. Latte was now smushed between the two of you, giving a soft yawn like this was just a regular Tuesday.
“I missed you,” he whispered into your hair, his words laced with sincerity despite the soju haze. “I told the guys that my baby was waiting for me at home. Mingyu said I looked whipped. I said ‘GOOD.’ ”
You melted into his hold, hand gently stroking his hair. “Your mom was about to start dinner without you.”
“I’ll eat everything,” he mumbled. “As long as you feed me.”
His mom walked by, chuckling under her breath. “Aigoo, you’ve got your hands full, huh?”
You smiled, holding Soonyoung close. “It’s okay, auntie. He’s cute like this.”
“I’m always cute,” he added, eyes closed now, leaning heavier against you. “You love me even when I’m a mess, right?”
You leaned in and kissed his forehead. “Especially then.”
Latte barked again, as if demanding some attention herself.
“And Latte,” Soonyoung continued sleepily, “she’s not just my dog anymore. She’s our baby. Our family.”
You bit your lip, feeling your heart do a little flip.
“Yah,” his sister said from the hallway, “if you propose right now while smelling like alcohol, I swear—”
“I’m not proposing!” he cried, clutching you dramatically. “I’m just saying... this feels like home. Because you're here. And Latte’s here. And I'm happy.”
You smiled and whispered back, “Me too.”
That night, you had dinner with his family, Soonyoung’s hand wrapped around yours the entire time, head occasionally dropping to your shoulder between bites of rice. And Latte? She curled up in your lap again like she already knew, this wasn’t just her house anymore.
