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Be Your Comfort Person
pairing: idol!Hoshi x fem!reader warnings: idol au, fluff, established relationship, boyfriend hoshi, reader is lowkey tsundere summary: just you trying to give comfort to hoshi who's having a bad day word count: 1.2k
"Ya! Kwon Soonyoung! Did you forget your umbrella again?" you called out as Hoshi walked through the door, his hair dripping from the rain. You tossed a towel at him from across the room, hitting him squarely in the chest.
He caught it with a tired smile. "I was in a hurry."
"You're always in a hurry," you replied with a roll of your eyes, but you were already moving to the kitchen. "I made ramyeon. The spicy kind you like."
Hoshi's face lit up slightly as he dried his hair. "You didn't have to."
"Well, I was hungry too," you shrugged, trying to sound casual despite having specifically gone out to buy his favorite brand after he texted that practice had run late. "Don't make a big deal out of it."
You placed the steaming bowl on the coffee table and flopped down on the couch, patting the space beside you. "Sit. Eat. You look like you're about to collapse."
Hoshi sank down next to you with a grateful sigh. "Practice was rough today. Nothing felt right." He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture you recognized as his way of processing frustration.
"Mmm," you hummed noncommittally, flicking through TV channels. But your eyes slid to him, noting the slump in his shoulders, the way his movements lacked their usual tiger-like energy. Without making a fuss, you shifted closer until your shoulders touched.
"Want to talk about it?" you asked casually, eyes still on the TV.
"Not really," he said, slurping his noodles.
"Good, because this show is getting interesting," you replied, but your hand found its way to the back of his neck, gently massaging the tense muscles there.
Hoshi leaned into your touch almost unconsciously. "You're not even watching it," he pointed out, a small smile forming on his lips.
"Shut up and eat your ramyeon before it gets cold," you retorted, but there was no bite to your words.
Your fingers continued working out the knots in his neck, and you could feel him gradually relaxing. When he finished eating, you took the bowl without a word and placed it on the coffee table. Then you tugged at his arm.
"Come on, tiger boy. Bed time for exhausted idols."
"It's only 10 PM," he protested weakly.
"And you've been up since 5 AM," you countered, already pulling him toward the bedroom. "I know your schedule, remember?"
In the bedroom, you pushed him gently onto the bed. "Lie down before you fall down."
Hoshi complied, watching with sleepy eyes as you bustled around, closing the curtains against the rain and turning on the small bedside lamp. "You're bossy tonight," he commented.
"I'm bossy every night. You're just too tired to fight back," you replied with a smirk, climbing onto the bed beside him. Without asking, you pulled his head to rest on your chest and began running your fingers through his still-damp hair.
"Mmm you're so comfortable my favourite pillow," he murmured, snuggling closer. "And you smell nice."
"Well, one of us has to," you shot back, but you couldn't stop the fond smile that formed on your lips when he wasn't looking.
You continued stroking his hair, feeling the tension slowly leave his body as your fingers traced patterns along his scalp.
"I always have to be Hoshi the performer," he whispered after a while. "The one with all the energy. The one who makes everyone smile."
"Not with me," you answered. "With me, you can just be Kwon Soonyoung."
He turned slightly, looking up at you with those starry eyes that had earned him his stage name. "Thank you," he said simply.
The rain tapped against the windows as you both settled into comfortable silence. Hoshi's breathing began to even out, the tension from the day melting away under your touch.
"Did Seungkwan mess up the formation again?" you asked after a while, keeping your tone light.
Hoshi chuckled softly against your chest. "How did you know?"
"Lucky guess," you said, though you'd seen the frustrated messages in the group chat earlier. "He'll get it eventually."
"I know…" Hoshi sighed. "I just feel responsible when things don't go right."
"That's because you care too much," you said, flicking his forehead gently. "It's annoying how seriously you take everything." The words were teasing, but your touch remained tender, your hand now rubbing slow circles on his back.
"Someone has to," he mumbled, his eyes closing under your ministrations.
You reached for your phone with your free hand, scrolling through social media while continuing to hold him. A new video caught your attention-a fancam of one of members performing their latest choreography. You tapped on it, watching with interest. You felt Hoshi stir against you. His eyes blinked open, focusing on your screen.
"Really? Mingyu's fancam?" he asked, a hint of a pout in his voice.
"What? He did well in this part," you said innocently, though you couldn't help but smile at his reaction.
"I choreographed that part," Hoshi grumbled, reaching to take your phone. "And you're watching him do it while I'm right here."
You pulled your phone just out of his reach. "Jealous, tiger?"
"No," he denied too quickly, then buried his face against your chest. "Maybe a little. I'm tired and want your attention."
"You're such a baby," you laughed, but you put your phone on the nightstand and wrapped both arms around him. "Better?"
"Much better," he sighed, melting into your embrace. "You're playing hard to get with the affection tonight."
"Am not," you protested, even as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "I'm just not as cheesy as you."
"Liar," he murmured, his voice already heavy with approaching sleep. "You bought my favorite ramyeon and you've been playing with my hair for half an hour."
"Coincidence," you insisted though your cheeks warmed slightly at being caught. "Your hair was messy. I was fixing it."
Hoshi smiled against your chest, too tired to argue further. "Sure, whatever you say." His arm tightened around your waist as he nestled closer. "But just so you know, I like that you pretend not to care. Makes it special when you do."
"Go to sleep, Soonyoung," you whispered, your tough facade softening as you felt his breathing slow. "I'll be here when you wake up."
"Promise?" he asked, his voice small and vulnerable in a way only you ever got to hear.
"Yeah," you said simply, your actions speaking louder than words as you continued to stroke his hair. "I promise."
"Pat pat," he mumbled sleepily after a while, a childlike request that made your heart swell.
You smiled, dutifully patting his head with gentle affection. As sleep claimed him, you allowed yourself a moment of unguarded tenderness, watching the rise and fall of his chest. "Sweet dreams my love," you whispered, knowing he couldn't hear you.
The rain continued its gentle rhythm outside as you felt yourself drifting off too, surrounded by the comforting weight and warmth of him. For all your teasing and pretend indifference, there was nowhere else you'd rather be than holding him close, being the safe harbor where your tiger could rest.
In the quiet of the night, with no one to witness, you held him just a little tighter, silently admitting what you found so hard to say when he was awake-that in his arms, you had found home too.
