#hansol

characters: hansol x female reader

genre/warnings:idol au, best friends to possibly lovers?, fluff sorta

word count:658

summary:i don’t wanna waste it, don’t wanna waste it the night.

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Despite everything going on between your members’ constant curiosity about your friendship with Hansol, and the little rumors spreading here and there online, you had zero time to think about any of that. You wanted to because honestly, after that morning when Mira said something, you kept having little thoughts of ‘what if’. But you were in the midst of a comeback and you were about to travel to America to do some promotions there for a few weeks, too. To even think about opening that can of worms right now would be the dumbest thing you could possibly do.

But of course, Hansol pops back into your mind when he texts you after your music show performance – because of course Seventeen was performing too, so he knew when it was over – and asks if you want to hang out that night. Knowing you’re leaving in the morning for America for at least the next month, how could you say no?

So that’s how you find yourself in Hansol’s car for once. Usually you’re the driver just because you don’t really mind it, but Hansol insisted on driving this time.

“You should relax since you have to be up early tomorrow,” he chuckled. “Don’t worry, though, I’ll have you back before you have to leave.”

But as you rode shotgun in Hansol’s car, you, as always when you hung out together, found yourself not wanting to go home. You wanted to just pause time and be in a little infinity with your best friend. You wanted to continue to talk about nothing and everything, and laugh and talk about deep, serious things. 

“Is there anywhere you wanted to go, by the way?” Hansol asked after one of your many conversations had naturally ended and the two of you were sitting in comfortable silence for a few minutes, just the sound of 5 Seconds of Summer softly filling the car. But his voice almost made you jump because you were lost in your thoughts about your feelings toward Hansol – you were silently cursing your bandmates for planting this stupid seed in your head.

“No,” you replied, glancing at the dashboard to check the time.

1:09am.

“C’mon, there’s gotta be something,” he pressed with a chuckle. “I can’t bring you home yet. I’m not gonna see you for an entire month,dude.”

Your eyes went out of focus, staring at the soft glow of the dashboard where the song, artist, and time were displayed. But none of it registered. The butterflies that erupted when he said that threw you off. But…maybe that always happened and you just never thought anything of it? Maybe you assumed you felt that way because it was just nice to feel like he liked hanging out with you? Or maybe…it was more but you never considered that an option?

‘Oh god, do I…actually have feelings for Hansol?’ you asked yourself.

You turned your head in small movements to look at him, almost feeling timid as your eyes landed on his profile.

‘I don’t wanna say goodbye to another night, and watch you walk away,’ the bridge played from the speakers, ‘I don’t wanna let it burn in the city lights, and make the same mistakes this time.’

He felt your stare and glanced at you with a warm smile and laugh to match, “What’s that look for?”

“N-nothing,” you replied a little too quickly.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he frowned slightly, assuming that his comment about not seeing each other was why you were staring at him with an unreadable expression. “I mean, if it’s cool, I’d be willing to stay over.”

You’d had sleepovers with Hansol before, but suddenly it was nerve wracking.

‘No,’ you told yourself, ‘you’re just overthinking because of Mira and the girls. This is literally nothing.’

So, because you, like Hansol, didn’t want to say goodbye yet, either, you smiled and said, “Yeah, of course.”