Seongjoong Oneshots ??????

Hahah I just had (aka: that one time Hongjoong made a joke and almost broke his soulmate.)

Here we goooooo

It all started with Uno.
And it all went downhill from there.

Hongjoong, evil little gremlin he is, had been absolutely demolishing the members with +4 cards like it was personal.

Seonghwa had one card left. Victory within reach.

And then:
"Draw four."
Again.

Seonghwa blinked. "You did not just—"

"Uno is war, Seonghwa," Hongjoong said calmly. "I was forged in the fires of betrayal."

And with the final smug slap of a reverse card, he stood up dramatically and declared, "That's it. I'm leaving. This group can't handle my power. I'm going to Dubai."

Everyone laughed.

Except Seonghwa.

Because he knew Hongjoong.
And Hongjoong had that look.

The "I already made a playlist and looked at hotels" look.

30 Minutes Later...

Zippers. Suitcase wheels.
Spotify open with a playlist called "Desert Vibes (feat. pain)."

Seonghwa sat frozen on the couch, staring down the hallway as Hongjoong packed like he meant it.

"Guys," he said quietly. "He's not joking."

Wooyoung scoffed. "He's totally joking."

Yunho checked his phone. "Why does he have a boarding pass screenshot."

Seonghwa blinked faster.

"He... he wouldn't actually leave," he said, more to himself. "Right? He wouldn't just go."

More zipping. Then—

"My flight leaves tomorrow," Hongjoong called from his room.

And that's when Seonghwa just—
broke.

"No," he whispered, stumbling to his feet. "No no no no."

He walked to the hallway like he was dreaming. "Joong... please tell me you're not serious."

Hongjoong popped his head out, sunglasses on, holding a fanny pack.

"I was kidding at first," he said, laughing nervously. "But then I thought it'd be funny to actually start packing and—"

"So you are going?"

Hongjoong froze.

And then came the tears.

Seonghwa's shoulders crumpled. His face twisted. He cried.

Not little sniffles.

Real crying. Gut-wrenching. Breath-hitching. Stomach-hurting sobs.

"Wait—Hwa, no—!" Hongjoong dropped everything, running over in pure panic.

But Seonghwa stepped back, voice cracking. "Why would you leave without even talking to me?!"

"I—I wasn't actually going!!"

"You said you were! You packed!" Seonghwa wiped his eyes uselessly. "You always said you'd never just disappear on me—and now you're going to Dubai?!"

"It was a joke!"

"I thought you wanted out."

That broke something in Hongjoong.

His voice went small. "Seonghwa. No."

"I thought you were done," Seonghwa sobbed, hiding his face behind his sleeves. "Done with me. With this."

"I could never be done with you."

Seonghwa kept crying.

Hongjoong couldn't even fix it. He just hugged him — tight, urgent, terrified — burying his face in Seonghwa's neck.

"I didn't know it would hurt you like this," he whispered.

"You packed a charger, Joong."

"I WAS GOING TO USE IT TO GUILT-TRIP YOU."

Seonghwa hiccuped through his tears. "Why are you like this."

"I don't KNOW," Hongjoong whispered back.

Ten Minutes Later...

They sat on the floor, tangled up in each other like puzzle pieces.

Seonghwa sniffled into Hongjoong's hoodie, clutching it with both fists like he might float away if he let go.

"I really thought you were going to leave me behind."

Hongjoong kissed his temple.

"I would never leave you," he whispered. "Not for Dubai. Not for a camel café. Not for anything."

"...You were gonna start a fashion line."

"I wanted to match our outfits in the desert," Hongjoong mumbled.

Seonghwa groaned into his chest. "You're an idiot."

"But I'm your idiot."

Later That Night

Hongjoong threw his suitcase back into the closet.

Seonghwa made him promise five times he wasn't leaving.

Then they curled up together in bed, Seonghwa still hiccupy and pouty, Hongjoong rubbing circles on his back.

"I swear, next time I threaten to move, it'll be somewhere boring like Busan."

"Busan is not boring."

"Exactly. I can't be trusted."

Seonghwa rolled over and tucked his head under Hongjoong's chin. "You better never joke about leaving again."

"I'll only leave the house with your permission and a GPS tracker."

"Damn right."

THE END.