Seongjoong Oneshots ??????

The dorm is too quiet.

Seonghwa sits curled up on the couch, a blanket around his shoulders and an untouched cup of tea in his hands. The others are out grabbing late-night barbecue and drinks — they begged him to come, but he had begged harder to stay. He wanted a quiet night. A few hours of silence, maybe some journaling, maybe a rewatch of an old Ghibli film.

But now the silence feels too loud.

He sighs and reaches for the remote. Just as he presses the power button, there's a loud bang from the kitchen.

His head snaps around.

It's probably just a pot slipping off the drying rack. Probably.

He gets up slowly, heart starting to race. The kitchen is dark. The sound must've come from inside—but he was the only one here. Wasn't he?

He flicks the light on.

Nothing seems out of place.

But then—another sound. This time from the hallway. A shuffle. A thump.

He freezes.

For a split second, every past fear and lingering nightmare floods in — fan incidents, obsessive letters, that one time a sasaeng made it to the hotel hallway.

His hands shake.

"It's nothing. It's nothing, you're just being dramatic—"

But the sound comes again.

He backs up, grabs his phone, and retreats to his room, heart thudding against his ribs like a warning drum.

With trembling fingers, he calls the only person that makes him feel safe.

📱 "Joong "

"Hello?" Hongjoong's voice is breathless, probably stepping outside wherever they were eating.

"Joongie..." Seonghwa's voice cracks. "Can you come home?"

Immediately, Hongjoong goes quiet.

"Hwa? What's wrong?"

"I don't know if— I just— I heard something. I'm probably being paranoid, but I— I'm scared."

That's all he has to say. Hongjoong doesn't hesitate.

"I'm on my way. Don't hang up, okay?"

 12 Minutes Later

The front door opens with a fast, controlled thud.

"Seonghwa?!"

"I'm in here—" his voice is weak.

Hongjoong rushes in, still wearing his jacket, chest heaving like he ran the entire way. He finds Seonghwa sitting against the bedframe in his room, blanket wrapped tight, face pale.

"Oh, baby..."

He's on the floor in seconds, kneeling in front of him, gently brushing damp hair from Seonghwa's forehead.

"I'm here," he says quietly. "I've got you."

Seonghwa breaks then. He leans forward and lets the tears fall, shaky breaths leaving his lungs in choked bursts.

"I don't know what happened. I think I freaked myself out. I thought I heard someone. I— I know it sounds stupid—"

Hongjoong hushes him gently. "No. Don't say that. It's not stupid. You felt unsafe. That matters."

He pulls Seonghwa into his lap like he's cradling glass.

"But no one's here now. I checked everything on the way in. Door's locked, all the rooms are empty. You're safe. You're okay."

Seonghwa nods, but he still grips Hongjoong's shirt like he'll disappear if he loosens his hold.

Hongjoong starts humming — low and soft — a lullaby Seonghwa once admitted his mother used to sing when he couldn't sleep. He rocks them both gently.

And slowly, the panic starts to drain from Seonghwa's body.

🌌 Later

They lie together on Seonghwa's bed, limbs tangled.

"Did something happen earlier?" Hongjoong asks quietly. "Or was it just... one of those nights?"

Seonghwa breathes in slow, still curled against him. "I think it's just been building. The stress, the pressure. And being alone, I guess... my brain filled in the blanks."

Hongjoong kisses the top of his head. "Next time, just call me sooner. I'll drop everything. You know that, right?"

"I know," Seonghwa whispers. "You always come."

"Always," Hongjoong promises. "And I'll keep coming. Every time."