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eightlightstar · 2 months ago

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Wander

pairing: Lee Jihoon x AFAB Reader genre: meet-cute, NANA TOUR based, fluff, idol x fan relationship warning(s): reader's feelings are hurt by Woozi's cautionary words (not that deep), descriptions of a kiss(?) word count: 4.1 k (my first fic of this size!) recommended song: _World by Seventeen banner credits: @staranghae

Woozi was not a wanderlust, and it was a well established fact. That's why he was worried sick as him and the guys were waiting for JunHao to get through immigration. How was a homebody to enjoy a vacation with his loved ones when most of the itinerary was outdoorsy?

His impending doom face must've been hard to miss because Dokyeom was scooting closer as he asked him, "Hyung? You look like you've seen a ghost! Is something wrong?" Seeing a worried Dokyeom made him snap out of his negative spiral. "Ah it's nothing much. I was just wondering how I'm going to handle being out & about since I stay indoors all the time. It's fine though, I guess. It's a relief you all are there at least. I hope I'll not be too disoriented…?" Woozi finished in a confused tone.

"Are you telling me or asking me Hyung?" Dokyeom said and laughed. "You never give such a long explanation to something unless it actually bothers you enough; so, I can see that you're wary of what's to come. It may be a vacation for us, but it might be an ordeal to you. That's why me and the guys will do our best to make sure you have a great time with us. Sound good?" He chirps and hugs Woozi tightly. "Thanks, Kyeom. I don't think I can live without you all." Woozi whispers as he hugs him back.

Woozi was surprised to find that he wasn't uncomfortable with anything that was happening! Everything was great and he was thoroughly enjoying himself right from the moment they had stopped at the Colosseum, to the wine festival they were currently at. He doesn't exactly drink; so, before coming here, he had felt that it would be useless for him to go there and ruin the others' mood by his predicament. Joshua must've sensed his discomfort because he was by Woozi's side the next instant. "Hey, Woozi. You look a bit...uncomfortable?" he asked hesitantly. "No, I'm not uncomfortable, hyung. I'm just wondering what would a person like me do at a wine festival" Woozi supplied forlornly.

"Maybe you'll find something a person like you can do here after all", Joshua said while wiggling his eyebrows up and down. "Hah...hyung you're not drunk, are you?" Woozi asked while sighing at the antics of the older member. "No Jihoonie, just trying to cheer you up with a world of possibilities. I suggest you go about on your own. Having 12 others around is not always enjoyable you know", he says with a wry smile. "Yeah, I guess", Woozi shrugs unsurely but does take his hyung's advice.

As Woozi navigates the crowded wine festival alone, he goes from stall to stall trying some wine here and there. He doesn't know exactly when he gets drunk but the moment he realises, he looks for a place to stop and breathe. While looking here and there among a sea of people, he spots a stall that is not at crowded at all except for one young lady. He goes (read: stumbles) there and sighs in relief. He leans down to check out the different wines on the counter of the stall and notices the lady's keychain as he straightens up. It was a CARATBONG keychain and Woozi doesn't even finish thinking that 'CARATs are everywhere' when him and the woman make eye contact. The woman's eyes comically widen before she composes herself quickly. "Hi?" she says unsurely in Korean.

"You're Korean!?" Woozi asks a little too loudly in his tipsy state. "Ah sorry I think I must've drunk too much wine", he immediately apologises sheepishly. "Not just too much, many different wines too, I guess," says the woman and giggles. "Yes, I am Korean. Korean American actually. But yeah", she adds. "This might be stupid to ask but you do know me, right? Also, can I get your name? asks Woozi, surprising himself. "It's L/n Y/n. And I don't know how to reply to the other question, Woozi", she says as she stifles a smile with the back of her hand.

"Ah wonderful. But first and foremost, do not ask why I'm here in Italy. You'll get to know soon. Okay?", Woozi warned the CARAT hurriedly. "Duh. Of course you're filming something. I'm not completely dumb seeing as I've known Seventeen since debut but go off, I guess", she says in mock anger. "Ah I didn't mean that, I'm sorry. Fans tend to ask for photos or signatures and sometimes even pester us. It was precautionary you know just in-" "It's fine Woozi. I know how bad it can get. Wine?" she cuts his rambling as she shows him what she's currently drinking. "Thanks," Woozi mutters and asks the stall owner to pour him some.

"So, since I can't tell you what I'm doing here, tell me about yourself. What're you doing in Italy? Do you live in Korea? And oh, who's your bias in our group?", Woozi yaps away after taking a few sips of the woody wine. "WOW, who are you and what have you done to our Woozi?", Y/n asks in astonishment but humours this New Woozi anyway. "I'm here on a solo vacation as I just got some time off from work. Yes, I live in Korea. Actually, I live in Yongsan, so I often see you guys near the HYBE building, hehe. But coming back to your question, and not because you are the one I'm talking to, my bias has been you since the Melona Green Room days", she finishes in one breath and inhales deeply.

"WOW", is all Woozi manages. "But seriously, how are you talking so much? And that too with a fan you happened to meet by chance?", Y/n enquires curiously. "Well, Joshua was going on about the world of possibilities or something so I'm trying to get out of my comfort zone?", Woozi answers, albeit apprehensively. "That's actually very Josh of him, but also true. As your fan, I'm glad you're exploring new possibilities, she says and beams at him. "Yeah, but the only reason I talked to you was because I saw your CARATBONG keychain", he admits bashfully. "Aww and here I thought you talked to me because you found me pretty or something", she teases and Woozi has never been so out of his depth.

"Uh..." "Oh come on, I'm just teasing. I know you would rather talk to a stranger who's a CARAT than not" she says and giggles. Her giggles do something to Woozi's heart that he can't quite place. "Fans never talk this comfortably with us you know, they are usually very nervous or too excited. You're...astonishingly calm for a person who's talking to her bias". It was now Woozi's turn to tease Y/n. "Uh...". "Oh, come on, I'm just teasing", Woozi says triumphantly. "Wow...that's a low blow, Woozi. But I'm not offended because oh my god I love this new Woozi!?", she says as she gawks at her reformed bias. "Yeah, I hope I won't regret this tomorrow morning", he says in a hopeful tone. "Okay now I'm offended", Y/n says in a small voice.

"Hey, again, I'm sorry but if you've been here since debut, you know how some people take advantage of us interacting with them like-" "-like normal humans yeah, I know", she cuts him off and finishes his sentence yet again and he's pretty sure his heart did a somersault. "But I thought I already proved to you that I was different? I didn't need to and didn't even intend to prove myself different or anything, but it just happened. Anyway, I'm sure it's not easy for you to trust a stranger you just met even if I am a CARAT. I've only been extra nice because I know how fans get. I just thought it'll be a nice break for you, you know..." she says in a hurt voice.

Woozi regrets his words deeply as he looks at the hurt in her eyes. He makes a bold decision to set this misunderstanding straight. "Okay, for the last time, I'm sorry. This is me trusting and making up to the most wonderful fan I've ever met, who just happens to be my fan. Gimme your phone", he says. "Huh?" Y/n asks quizzically but still hands it to him. He flips it to the back to check just in case and sure enough, he finds a photocard of himself nestled behind a clear cover. "Aha! Now I know for sure I'm your bias", he teases while typing a number onto the keypad and saving it as Lee Jihoon. "That's my number. I feel like you're a person I can get to know so call me when you're back in Korea. I'll go back in a few days too. Okay?", he asks with hope in his eyes.

"But do you really want an unknown number calling you? When you already get so many calls from fans?", she asks him dryly. "Ah I hadn't thought of that. Wait, send me a message on Kakao right now", he says with a twinkle in his eyes as if he had just thought of the greatest idea in the world. "And what should I say?", she asks. "Ugh, just open the messenger and give it to me. Quick I need to go back to the group" Woozi says hurriedly as he checks the time. Y/n hands him her phone with his contact open on Kakao messenger. His fingers fly on the keypad of her phone as he sends a message to himself. "There, now I will know it's you" he beams like he had just won an award. Y/n is touched by the fact that he would go to such lengths to placate a fan who was simply treating him like a fellow human being. "Thank you, Woozi. It was wonderful meeting you. See you in Korea" she says as she waves at him. "See you in Korea Y/n" he says and leaves.

-Time Skip- (The story switches to Y/n's POV)

The rest of the vacation went by in a whirlwind for both you and Woozi. Both of you almost completely forgot your encounter with each other until you were trying to type a message to your friend and accidentally open your chat with Woozi.

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You stare at the message in utter confusion and think to yourself. 'How do I contact him further? Shouldn't he be the one who has to recognise whatever this cryptic message is and reply to me?' You sigh, exit his chat, message your friend like you had originally intended to, and go on about your day. You don't think about Woozi after that.

As for Woozi, he was insanely busy trying to catch up on and finish everything for their latest album Seventeenth Heaven. NANA TOUR had been a much-needed break yet now he had no choice but to work himself to death as comeback was almost upon them. It was after about 3 weeks that Woozi decided to (read: had the time to) reply to the messages he had ignored since he left for NANA TOUR. Surprisingly, there was only 1 message from an unknown number but just as he was about to delete it, he caught sight of the content of the message.

cheers to youth.mp3

Woozi was shell shocked. How had someone texted him the name of the Vocal Unit song file which was from their next album after Seventeenth Heaven!? His mind was reeling, and he was almost about to go nuts when his mind thankfully went to & stopped at the memory of his encounter with you at the Wine Festival in Italy.

"Oh my God that's Y/n!" he said aloud to himself. He immediately called you. You were just walking back home from a convenience store and were actually just opposite the HYBE building when you received a call. You were confused yet thrilled when you saw it was Woozi who was finally calling you! "Hello? Y/n?", Woozi asked nervously. "Yes, this is her, Woozi", you replied as you giggled. "Ah now I know it's you for sure" he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. "And how do you know that may I ask?" you ask haughtily (comical). "Your giggles. I distinctly remember them. They're music to my ears", Woozi says adoringly before he even realises what he had just said.

"My giggles are music to the God of Music? I am honoured!" you say as you tease him. "Uh...I didn't mean...uh actually it kinda slipped out but..." Woozi hesitates for a while until he finally snaps and actually tells you what he wanted to tell you. "Okay fuck this. Will you go out on a date with me?" "...a date? I..." It was your turn to hesitate now. "Come on y/n, I think I've filled the hesitation quota for today. Not you too", he whines.

"But you're already asking me out on a date when we didn't even talk after our first encounter?", you ask him unsurely. "Uh, yes. I thought this might come up", Woozi says monotonously on the phone. "Obviously!", you say, now slightly annoyed. "Well, what can I say? I saw the CARATBONG and thought it was a lucky coincidence. And then I saw your face and thought I was the one who was lucky. And then as I talked to you, I finally realised that it was fate. I was fated to see you, meet you, and get to know you. So...uh...to me, it was only natural to ask you out as soon as possible", Woozi finishes in one breath.

"WOW...that's...I'm floored Jihoon", you say as your heart does an entire gymnastics routine. "So, it's a yes to the date?", Woozi asks you hopefully. "Yes, and as fate would have it, I'm standing right opposite the HYBE building hehe" you say while making sure to emphasise the word 'fate'. "Really? I'm in the studio. Can you come towards the left of the building? I could see you from the window!" Woozi tells you excitedly. You move to where the Universe Factory window is and sure enough, there was Woozi. Standing at the window looking at you and waving as he says "Hi" through the phone. "So, when is the date you just asked me on?" you ask as you look at him. "Today. I'll text you the details so be ready, okay?" he says and waves at you before hanging up.

Then he quickly opens the shopping app on his phone and starts looking for a dress to give as a present to you. He finds a beautiful ruby coloured dress after scrolling for a while. He thinks about the first time he saw you with a wine glass in your hand and decides it would be the perfect dress. He selects the size and hopes he got it right from whatever he saw of you at the wine festival from almost a month ago. Then, he texts you. "Hey Y/n, can you send me your home address? I'll send someone to pick you up from there and bring you to HYBE's parking lot. Then we can go together from here in a car that has blacked out windows. Sound good?"

You see the text and muse that it was an ingenious plan. Nothing suspicious crosses your mind so you simply send him the address. "See you soon, xoxo", you add. Unbeknownst to you, Jihoon almost faints from giddiness when he sees the 'xoxo'. He quickly types in your address and makes sure to get the fastest delivery option available, which happened to be more expensive than the dress itself, despite the store being in Yongsan! But all he cared about was seeing you wearing his present; so, after wrapping up the gift situation, he quickly got ready in the spare suit that he keeps in Universe Factory for 'just in case' situations.

As soon as he touched up his appearance and was ready to leave, he gets an update from the shopping app that the delivery has been made. As he feels relieved that his present reached you in time, you call him. "Jihoon, did you just send me a dress?", you ask in disbelief. "I mean, that's it what it looks like, doesn't it?", Woozi replies cheekily. "But whyyy, you didn't have to you know. Also, 'ruby'? Really?', you ask you first whine and then deadpan. "Ah, it wasn't because of my song. It was to commemorate our first meeting - at the wine festival", he explains hurriedly. "Fine, how long till your manager gets here? Do I have to get ready quickly?", you ask worriedly. "Oh wait! I'm actually ready right now. I'll come get you myself and we can go directly from your place. You can text me when you're ready okay? Meanwhile, I'll reserve a table for us. Yeah?", he asks sincerely. "Sure Jihoon. Thank you. I was worried about having to meet your manager before meeting you again. So, I'm glad it's you who I'll be seeing directly" you say as you thank him. "Ah no need to thank me, Y/n. Now go get ready. Bye!", Jihoon says, and you end the call with a soft "Bye Jihoon".

The dress was a perfect fit and you were surprised he guessed your size correctly. But this is also why you realise he's genuinely interested in you and smile to yourself in disbelief. It was true you were obsessed with your bias...but to have your bias be obsessed with you was a whole another feeling. You sent Jihoon a quick text saying you were ready. To your shock, his reply read, "Come down then, I'm already waiting in your apartment's parking lot. I'm inside the black Carnival facing towards the exit". You were touched that he came and chose to wait for you without coming up to your place. 'Such a gentleman', you think to yourself and quickly go down to meet your bias (read: soon-to-be-boyfriend).

You get inside the car and both of you simply stare at each other for a whole minute before both of you breathe out in unison, "Beautiful!". Laughter bubbles immediately as you both realise you are deep in this thing with each other. He holds out his hand to you and you take it, and he simply keeps it on his lap while soothingly rubbing circles with his thumb. The car ride is silent apart from the giggles that come from both of you when you catch the other looking at you.

It's a very fancy place (obviously since your date happens to be an idol with 100+ KOMCA credits) and both of you make your way in through the back entrance and inside a private booth. He pulls out your chair and lets you sit before sitting opposite to you. "I'm glad the dress fit you perfectly. I hope you like it?", he asks shyly. "Of course! I love it, Jihoon! You have pretty good taste I must say. Music and clothing alike", you say as you tease him. "Ah stop bringing up the song, Y/n", he says like a hurt puppy. "Okay okay fine", you placate him and giggle.

The rest of the date goes by in you both getting to know each other by yapping away well into the night, occasionally eating a bite of your otherwise untouched food. Suddenly, you feel very hungry so you stop mid-ramble and say, "I'm really hungry Jihoon, shall we continue talking after we eat?", you ask with puppy eyes and who is Jihoon to refuse. "Sure baby", the nickname slips out very naturally and he doesn't even notice it. You blush at that but continue to eat without telling him anything. Once in the car after a nice dinner, you both start to yap yet again. You were so lost in conversation with each other that the driver had to tell you that you had arrived at your apartment's parking lot. "Can I come till your door and say goodnight?", Jihoon asks hopefully. "Sure honey. Let's go!", you say, a little excited. You don't notice the nickname you slipped in, but Jihoon does and smiles shyly to himself.

As you open your door and turn to wish him a goodnight, he moves a bit closer and asks in a whisper, "Can I kiss you goodnight?". Your heart races as you whisper a "Yes" back. The kiss is magical, it's beyond anything you've ever imagined. Jihoon must be feeling the same, going by his grip on your waist. Your lips move effortlessly against his as if you had been kissing each other all your life. You only separate when both of you need to breathe. "That was some goodnight kiss alright" you say in a daze. "Sorry if I was...", Jihoon begins. "Oh, shut up Jihoon. It was perfect. I loved it", you say as you hug him before letting him go. "Next date, my idea. Okay?", you say as you get ready to close the door. "Sure, love", he says before he walks away from your door after waving goodbye to you.

Several dates go by with the both of you taking turns to make the date as amazing as possible for the other. The one you were currently on was some 13th date or something, but it was a very simple one suggested by you because Jihoon had once again been working himself to the bone and you had wanted to do something about it. "Date idea, listen. I come to Universe Factory with some food, we eat, and then...we take a nap on that unnecessarily huge couch. Okay?", you tell Jihoon sternly in the morning, after seeing him stare at Cubase on his computer all night the previous day. "Okay baby, whatever you say", he says as he gets up to go to work. "See you at lunch, love. Bye", he says and hugs you before leaving.

You make an elaborate spread of Jihoon's favourite dishes, box them up and make your way to HYBE. It had been 2 months since the day you had met Jihoon in Italy, and you had been dating him for 1 month now. It was only natural that all the members got to know you and became close to you instantly, much like the way Jihoon had. They took you under their wing and you had felt like you had won in life - dating your bias and being friends with the other members? Yeah, that's the dream and you were living it. With these thoughts, you reach the building. You go in the general elevator from the parking lot and reach the floor Universe Factory is on.

When you get there, you notice several pairs of shoes outside and knock hesitantly. "Come in, Y/n", a group of people chorus. You realise it's the members and breathe in relief as you enter the code and unlock the door. "Hii Y/n!" says Hoshi cheerfully while Seungcheol waves at you and Vernon nods in your direction. "What're y'all doing?", you ask curiously. "Getting some songwriting done for the next album", Vernon says and tiredly. "You all look tired though. How can you express yourselves properly with tiredness clouding your thoughts?", you ask worriedly. "You have no idea," says Seungcheol, a little miserably. "I got food! Do y'all wanna eat with us?", you offer. "No Y/n, you're very kind. We know you and Jihoon have a date now haha. We'll make our way out and leave you to it", Hoshi says and winks.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. I'll see you guys at practice?" says Woozi as he goes to the door to lock it after they leave. "Sure Woozi. Rest well with Y/n and come to practice with a fresher mind, yeah?" the boys fuss over him a little bit before finally leaving. Meanwhile, you open the packaged food and set the small dining table for the both of you. "WOW! These are all my favourite dishes, baby! Thank you!", Jihoon says with delight in his eyes. "Hehe I'm glad you love it, honey. Dig in", you say as you start eating too.

After a hearty meal, both of you got comfortable on the 'suspiciously wide couch' of the studio. As Woozi hummed long and got ready for his forced/much needed nap, you took a trip down memory lane. It was mere months ago that you had met Woozi by chance at a wine festival in Italy. And you both had hit it off instantly. It was probably the wine, but you had loved 'Yapper Woozi'. Being a CARAT, his personality at the time had been a pleasant whiplash to you. "I can hear you think babe. Please sleep if you don't want to make me regret wandering around Italy & finding you. You giggle as you cuddle him close. "It's probably a good thing that you did wander".

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dollyuji · 6 months ago

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WOOZI TEXTS!

⌗ genre. smau, crack, and fluff. ⌗ warnings. yoongi is mentioned, and changbin.

#📁 — dollyuji’s world #kpop #seventeen #kpop smau #kpop texts #boyfriend texts #kpop fake texts #fake texts #svt #kpop fanfic #woozi x reader #woozi #jihoon #woozi smau #woozi svt #lee woozi #woozi fluff #seventeen woozi #svt woozi

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f10wering · 3 months ago

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—しゅんぷう。

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outro-jo · 1 year ago

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existing

pairing: woozi (lee jihoon) x (gn) reader

type: drabble

warnings: soft woozi, nothing else tbh

not taking requests at this time

masterlist | info

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from the time you moved in together, you never knew when jihoon was coming home or even if he was. most of the time you were asleep when he did come home but on the off chance you were awake, he usually comes in without making a sound to make sure not to wake you but you had to get used to him just walking into a room unannounced. by now you weren’t even phased by jihoon just walking into a room.

like tonight.

it was almost 3 am and you were laying in bed, scrolling through tiktok to occupy your wandering mind when jihoon came in quietly and collapsed on to the bed. he laid there for a moment before moving to rest his head on your stomach and reaching a hand up to grab your free hand and play with it.

“why are you still up?” he mumbled against you.

you shrugged, still looking at your phone, “i just couldn’t sleep.”

jihoon hummed in response and turned his head to relax on top of you. the room fell silent again. the day had been long for jihoon and the stress of the new comeback had been getting to him. in the past he would have just pushed through and pretend the pressure wasn’t there just to complete the project. that was before he met you. the feeling he gets when he’s around you is damn near euphoric. he’s never felt this way with another person before so now when he feels worried or stressed or angry or anything, he knows he just needs more of you to get back to normal.

for him, just being in your presence is enough so he doesn’t even mind that you’re on your phone, the two of you not giving the other their direct and full attention. existing with each other is just what he needs. jihoon can already feel himself regulate as he lays on top of you, your legs surrounding his sides, and his fingers weaving in and out of yours.

after several minutes of comfortable silence, jihoon moves his head up again to look at you, his chin resting against your torso.

“i love you.”

you pause your video, looking down at your boyfriend and smile warmly, “i love you, too, ji.”

his cheeks glow pink and he returns his head to his previous position to try and hide it. of course you noticed and lay your phone on your chest to use that hand to rub a hand through his hair affectionately.

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wonijinjin · 9 months ago

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THE WEEKND SERIES: OFTEN - LEE JIHOON

author’s note: bringing producer woozi to yall, because he is the best.

synopsis: as shy as you are about your thoughts, a moment of braveness might earn you something you have been wanting for a long time.

word count: 0.6k | genre: fluff | pairing: woozi x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of food

the masterpost of this series can be found here.

“i am glad you are this interested in music.” your brother said while you were sitting next to him in his room, watching him make beats on his computer. “but if you really want to learn about it you should talk to woozi, he is the pro among us.” you knew what he meant, there have been many times when you watched woozi make music for fun, his talent was really unmatchable. “are you talking about me again?” the best friend of your brother stepped into the room, lazily dragging his feet across the soft rug. “who else, silly?” you replied before your sibling could have the chance, earning a knowing grin from him. “i am gonna go out to buy us some dinner, what do yall want?” he said while rising up from his spot in front of the keyboard. “whatever you guys choose works for me.” you blurted out, to which you got a nod.

soon after taking woozi’s order you were left alone with him, who had taken over the computer and started recording some lyrics. “is it hard to write lyrics?” you asked curiously, leaning closer to the screen to see what he was writing about. he turned to face you, looking directly into your eyes. “not if you have the right inspiration. for example someone you love, or just feelings you want to express but cannot with anything other than music. it is a real soul cleansing experience, really relaxing actually.” he answered without hesitation to which you got flustered; you have been trying to express the thoughts on your mind about him for quite a while now, amongst them many which were still unknown to you. “and what if i don’t know what i feel?” your question seemed to be catching him off guard, but he quickly regained composure. “show me your ideas. i will help.” his words were well emphasised, every syllable holding so much weight in the quiet room. your gaze was avoiding him, some type of unbelievable embarrassment coming over you as soon as you thought about him seeing your lyrics. you hesitantly opened your notes, letting him go through them. “you seem to have one person as the center of the lyrics. you must really love them, huh?” he smiled fondly while looking at your red face. “i do.” you whispered into the air. “how often do you think of the person in the lyrics?” he leaned closer, nose almost touching with yours. you gulped, but didn’t dare stay silent. “often.” he tilted his head. “is that so?” he laughed loudly, the air being filled with something even more beautiful than his music; happiness. “i think about you often too. when i eat, when i sleep, in my dreams, i do this every day, same cycle.” he stopped hin front of your face yet again, searching for your eyes which were pinned on the floor. “look up at me.” you did as he told. “i know these are about me.” he pointed at the phone in your hands. “i might be insensitive or unbothered, but i am a lyricsist, you know. i can tell.” you heard footsteps from the hallway knowing your brother was home. “we will continue this discussion about us at my studio while making this fantastic lyrics into a song, alright?” he winked at you before pulling away and maintaining a normal expression. “i have a few ideas. we ain’t gonna sleep at all tonight.”

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inmynewworld · 7 months ago

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#seventeen #lee jihoon #jihoon #woozi #lee woozi

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hellohannie · 1 year ago

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Enchantress of the Forest (m) | ljh

“𝙅𝙞𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚?”

after struggling to fall asleep one night, jihoon decides to try his luck at the campsite set up deeper in the forest, away from his drunk members filming content for "seventeen in the soop". what he didn't expect was to run into you. mysterious, enchanting, you. part of the enchantress of the forest series. read part two here!

♡ PLAYERS - lee jihoon x f.reader

♡ WORD COUNT - 7.0K

♡ TAGS - fantasy au, faerie!reader, fluff, minor angst, smut (MDNI): implied virgin!reader, unprotected sex

♡ NOTES - hi again :) so, this is not part of my taylor swift x seventeen collection, but i just couldn't get myself to sit and write for those stories. i was rewatching ITS season 1 and then inspiration struck so... i ended up writing this instead!

it's also my first time writing smut, so i apologize if it's not very good

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It amazed Jihoon every time how loud his members could be, despite the size of the space they were in. It’s one thing to be able to hear Mingyu and Seungcheol bickering in the kitchen from his bedroom in their apartment, but how is it that he can hear Soonyoung screaming from the dining hall while he’s in the upper house? That’s a whole separate building. Not to mention they are in a literal forest, with so much vast space, yet that man’s voice still carries. Every door and window in the upper house was closed, for God’s sake. Jihoon even has on Hansol’s headphones with a pillow mashed to them, and he still can’t fall asleep. It’s just too loud.

Listen, Jihoon understands, ok? Karaoke, drunk karaoke at that, is meant to be loud and obnoxious. But, he’s been working as an unofficial workout trainer all day to his members who were worried they’d let their diets go too much on this trip. They only had two more days in the soop, and Jihoon wanted nothing more than to add as much sleep to his reservoir as he could since he knew it would be time to grind out in his studio the minute they returned to Seoul.

Jihoon kicked the blankets off his body with a loud groan before swinging his legs to the ground.

“Jihoonie,” Jeonghan cooed from the other side of the bed. “Can’t sleep?”

Jihoon shot his elder brother with a dry look. “What does it look like?”

“Oof, no need to be so snarky,” Jeonghan teased, turning his phone screen off and placing the device on his chest. “Where are you going?”

Jihoon roughly tugged on a hoodie, uncaring of how his hair was sticking up in clumps. “I’m gonna shove that microphone down Soonyoung’s throat,” he griped.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” Jeonghan was sitting up by this point and digging around in the closet. “Here,” he chucked a duffel bag at Jihoon, who caught it with a grunt. “Take this and go down to the campsite by the stream. Joshua and I slept down there last night when the very intense foot volleyball match was happening. Very peaceful. No screaming K-idols. Highly recommend.”

Jihoon shot him a grossed out look. “You really expect me to believe you two snuck away to a secluded tent for peace and quiet to sleep?” The blush creeping up the blonde’s ears was enough of an answer for Jihoon. “Yeah, thanks, but no thanks.” He dropped the duffel bag with a thud.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous Ji,” Jeonghan scolded, arms crossed over his chest, half in embarrassment and half in annoyance. “We brought the soiled sleeping bag home. The one left behind is clean. That duffel bag has all the essentials: water, snacks, extra clothes. Everything you need for a good night’s sleep. Go, light a fire, enjoy nature. Maybe you’ll find some inspiration for our next album.” The wink he sent Jihoon seemed a bit suspicious, as if he knew something more than he was letting on.

Too exhausted to question him any further, Jihoon picked the duffel bag up off the floor and headed out the door.

The trek to the campsite was silent, and Jihoon was thankful. He couldn’t remember the last time he could hear himself just breathe. When he was in Seoul he was either rehearsing with the members or in his studio. When he was in his studio, he was always making music or listening to guides. Come to think of it, Jihoon rarely slept without noise. So what was he thinking wandering off into the forest in search of sleep? Maybe he should’ve put up with Sooonyoung’s drunk crooning.

Suddenly, the smell of burning wood and the sound of crackling fire overtook his senses. Is someone else here? Jihoon thought. It couldn’t be any of the members. They were all drinking or asleep. He started walking quicker, the campsite more visible the closer he got to it. There was definitely a bonfire lit by the tent, and Jihoon was pretty sure he could see the silhouette of a person sitting on the log near it, their back facing him with waist length hair that shimmered like glitter. Definitely not a member.

“Excuse me?” Jihoon called out, now merely feet from the campsite. The unknown woman turned to look over her shoulder and Jihoon felt his breath catch in his throat. Whoever this girl was, she was glowing, literally. Like a star, she had pure white light surrounding her body.

Big, doe eyes blinked at him. “Hello.” You only said one word, but your silvery voice left Jihoon in awe. There was silence for a few minutes before you cocked your head questioningly. “You are?”

Jihoon snapped out of his reverie, clearing his throat as he looked away, willing his face not to flush with color. “I’m Ji-” he stopped, appalled. He almost gave his identity away to a total stranger. You could be a sasaeng for all he knows and here he was ready to spew out his social security number if you asked, all because he thought you were beautiful. “I’m the owner of this camp,” he said, firmly, “and you are?”

“Liar,” you stood up, the white, satin dress adorning your body swishing delicately around your calves as you walked towards Jihoon. “The owners are the two men who were here the night before. You,” you came to a still directly in front of Jihoon, “are not either of them.”

Jihoon sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Those were my friends, we share this area. That doesn’t matter though because you obviously don’t own this area-”

“False,” you cut in, and Jihoon would’ve been irritated if he didn’t find your melodious voice so soothing. “While I may not own these objects,” you gracefully extended an arm towards the camp set-up, “this land does in fact belong to me.”

Jihoon raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You own the forest?”

“This part of it, yes,” you said, candidly.

“What? Do you work for the Korea Forest Service or something?” Jihoon laughed, disbelievingly. You simply gave him a confused look. Jihoon huffed, walking towards the tent so he could toss the duffel bag inside. “Listen, you can stop with the games now. I know you were probably hired by Jeonghan and Joshua to prank me or something so let’s just say you got me, ok? Ha ha, that was so funny, I totally fell for it, you can go home now.”

“I’m not quite sure who Jeonghan and Joshua are, but I can assure you this is not a joke. This part of the forest belongs to me,” you called out, eyes following Jihoon as he messed around at the entrance of the tent.

“God, why do you have to be so stubborn? Are you seriously not gonna leave until you’re done playing the part? Fine,” Jihoon turned to face you again, faking a surprised look. “Oh, you’re a government official? Please don’t arrest me.” He held his hands up by his head to really sell it.

You did not understand the joke. Instead, you simply straightened your posture and clasped your hands in front of you. “I am not a government official. I am Y/N, a forest nymph.”

There was a pause before Jihoon burst into laughter. He bent forward, clutching his stomach as he laughed and laughed, all while you stood there, watching him blankly.

“You do not believe me.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Wow,” Jihoon flicked a tear from his eye. “I don’t know if the hyungs told you to say that or if it was improv. Either way, bravo, you really got me there.” He started to walk towards you. “A forest nymph, now the all white outfit makes sense. How did they get this glow around you, do you have some sort of glow in the dark paint on?” Jihoon reached out as if to touch your forearm.

You stepped back, your right arm shooting out to your side, two fingers flicking upwards as if directing something towards Jihoon. At that very moment, a dark green vine shot up from the ground and wrapped around his wrist, preventing Jihoon’s hand from touching you.

“What the hell?” he exclaimed, eyes wide in incredulity as he stared at the vines coiling around his arms and legs. Then he moved his glare to you. “What is going on?”

You brought your hands together in front of your body once more. “As I said, I am a forest nymph. You have not only trespassed on my land, but have also tried to touch me without my consent. In the land of Faerie, this offense is punishable by dismemberment of your arms and legs.” Jihoon began to trash, trying to break free of his binds. “But,” you proclaimed, louder this time. “As you are human, and seem to be unaware of my kind, I shall let you free. However, if you commit another offense towards me, I will not let you go so easily.”

You willed the vines to loosen from Jihoon’s body as he apologized to you. “I’m sorry, I had no idea you were telling the truth. I thought this was all part of a prank my members orchestrated. I didn’t mean to offend you, I mean it,” he rambled, clearly still shaken by what had just transpired.

“You are forgiven. I believe you, so do not fret Human,” you strode towards the logs arranged by the fire, dress fluttering around your ankles as you sat. You gestured to the log next to yours, “Please, sit.”

Jihoon sat, noticing the fire was starting to go down. He looked around for extra firewood, but couldn’t find any. He went to stand up, “Let me go find some more wood for the fire.”

“No need,” you held your hand out to the fire, palm facing up. Jihoon watched the fire grow as you curled your fingers into your hand, mesmerized. You noticed and giggled, your tinkling laughter drawing Jihoon’s attention to your eyes. “You behave as if you've never seen magic before.”

“I haven’t,” Jihoon responded. “I didn’t even know faeries were real. I live in Seoul, so unless there are city nymphs…”

You giggled again and shook your head. “There is no such thing as city nymphs. We faeries prefer to stay in our own land, which is in a dimension separate from the human world. Every once in a while, nymphs, such as myself, like to come to the human world to tend to your nature. Forest nymphs care for the trees, flora nymphs help flowers bloom in the spring, water nymphs keep the freshwater running. Of course, there are many other nymphs, but it would take me much too long to explain, and you would likely be bored after hearing me speak for so long.”

Jihoon, who had been entranced by your voice, shouted, “No!” You jumped, startled by the volume of his voice. “I mean, no, I could never get bored listening to you speak. Please, keep going.” A hand shot up to his mouth as Jihoon blushed. He couldn’t believe he’d said all of that. It was like the words just flowed out of his mouth before he could stop them.

You smiled, adored by this man beside you. “It’s a symptom of being exposed to Faerie magic, the candor. Now that my magic has touched you, you’ll find it a bit difficult to lie to me. It will wear off by morning, so do not worry Sweet Human.”

“It’s Jihoon.” You tilted your head and raised your eyebrows in question. “My name. It’s Jihoon. You can call me Jihoon instead of human.”

“Ah,” you nodded in understanding. “Alright then, Sweet Jihoon.” You gave him a blinding smile.

Jihoon was unsure whether you were flirting with him, or if it was simply faerie practice to use adjectives before people’s names, but either way, he was sure his cheeks were going to stay pink as long as he was around you. He wondered how Jeonghan and Joshua reacted to you. Suddenly, Jihoon felt his chest begin to tighten. The thought of you speaking, possibly flirting, with his brothers made Jihoon feel…jealous? The realization caught him off guard. He barely knew you, yet here he was, getting jealous at the thought of you interacting with someone that wasn’t him.

Stop it, Ji, he thought to himself, stop thinking like an incel and get over yourself.

Jihoon cleared his throat, catching your attention as you turned your face away from the night sky, from the stars you were gazing at. You had a pleasant smile on your face, and for the first time that night, Jihoon noticed you had dimples, as if you were kissed delicately on either cheek by an angel. He felt the sudden urge to do the same.

“You mentioned the two guys from yesterday, Jeonghan and Joshua. Did you…did you speak to them?”

Your eyes turned soft and your face filled with longing as you responded, “No. They were surrounded by an aura of love so strong I do not believe they would’ve noticed anyone else around them. I, too, did not have the heart to bother them, so I let them stay.” Jihoon nodded. That sounded like his hyungs, too wrapped up in each other to pay attention to much else. It left Jihoon and the others feeling a bit envious of them and their relationship.

“Jihoon, have you ever been in love?”

Jihoon choked on his saliva, surprised by your sudden question. “C-Come again?”

“Have you ever been in love?”

Your eyes glittered as you looked at him, wide and curious. Jihoon stared back, thinking about your question. “I’ve dated a few girls, I guess, but I wouldn’t say any of it was love. But…” But I might be in love with you, he thought.

You leaned in a bit, “But?”

You smelled clean, like the morning dew after a night of rain. Jihoon wanted it bottled into a perfume so he could smell it wherever he went.

“But,” his eyes flicked down to your lips, plush and pink with a perfect cupid’s bow and a slight dent in the middle of your bottom lip. He gulped, and forced himself to pull away, turning his gaze towards the fire. “But maybe someday…” he trailed off.

He could see you straighten as well from his periphery. A chance glance in your direction told him that you looked slightly disappointed, but he didn’t believe it. Why would you be disappointed by his answer? Why would you care if he was in love?

“What about you? Do faeries fall in love?” Jihoon asked, though he immediately regretted it when you left out a disappointed laugh. The light surrounding you dimmed as a physical indicator of your emotions.

“Faeries mate for life. We believe that Mother Nature has selected a partner for each of us, and we are destined to be together for as long as we live. I suppose humans would call them soulmates.” Your head was bent down, a curtain of shimmering hair hiding your face from Jihoon’s view. You picked at the flower bracelets around your wrists as you spoke. “Everyone in my cohort has met and bonded with their mates. I have not. They all believe the person fated for me does not exist, and I believe the same.” You sniffled, and the sound shattered Jihoon’s heart.

“Y/N,” he said, in an effort to comfort you.

“It’s alright, Jihoon,” you looked up at him with a smile despite the tears that brimmed your eyes. “I have nature, I have my forest. I have the trees and the birds and the insects and the deer. I do not need a faerie mate to be happy. I am alright, will be alright, without one.”

“Or maybe your fated mate isn’t a faerie,” Jihoon mumbled under his breath, hoping you hadn’t heard.

The slight shock on your face said otherwise. “What did you say?”

Jihoon turned to face you completely, looking you in the eyes. “Maybe you aren’t meant to be with a faerie. Look, I don’t know how faerie rules work when it comes to interracial, or I guess inter-species, relationships, but I know this pull I feel towards you isn’t something to be taken lightly. Ever since I saw you, I’ve felt this thrumming in my heart that I’ve never felt before, like it’s calling out to you. I want to hold you and touch you and kiss you. I want to stay up all night and keep talking with you because I’m afraid. Afraid that you won’t be there in the morning. Or worse. That I’ll wake up in the room at the upper house and find out I dreamt the whole thing. I-” Jihoon broke off with a smile, a small laugh escaping his lips when he saw the astonished look on your face. He reached a hand out, as if to touch your face, before dropping it back down to his lap. “You asked me if I’d ever been in love. I think I might be right now. I think I might be in love with you.”

The air around you was charged and silent. Even the plants and fauna were still, as if awaiting your answer with a bated breath. After about ten seconds had passed, Jihoon was a bit anxious. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. Maybe this was all too much for you, finding out that a mere human was in love with you. What was he thinking, proclaiming his love to a faerie. You’re a whole otherworldly being, way out of his league! What if you were disgusted? Oh God, what if you decided to take him to Faerieland so he could be punished? What if-

Cool, soft hands cupped his cheeks, pulling him from his thoughts. All he got was a glimpse of glimmering eyes before he felt soft lips being pressed into his. He froze. You were kissing him. You were really kissing him. Your lips, soft as rose petals, were on his own. Until they weren’t.

You had pulled away, unsure of your actions considering Jihoon wasn’t kissing you back. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, hands still on his face. “Was I not supposed to do that?”

Jihoon couldn’t help but laugh, his right hand coming up to cup your cheek while the other tucked a lock of silky hair behind your ear. “It was perfect. Can we kiss again?”

You nodded, shyly, letting Jihoon pull you into another kiss. This time, he kissed back, the pressure giving you the courage to move your lips against his own. You gasped when Jihoon’s arms circled your waist, pulling you plush against his chest. You moved your hands to rest on his broad shoulders, your fingers playing with the tips of his hair that curled on the nape of his neck. Jihoon kissed you for what felt like hours before he pulled away, chest heaving as he took big breaths.

“How are you not out of breath?” Jihoon asked in bewilderment.

You simply shrugged, tracing his bottom lip with your thumb, awed by how those lips had made you feel more pleasure in a few minutes than you had in your entire lifetime. “I suppose it’s another faerie skill.”

You squealed in delight when Jihoon picked you up and twirled you around. “You are mind blowing, you know that?” He kissed your forehead after setting you down on your feet. “Amazing. Fuck, I think I really love you.”

You took a hold of Jihoon’s wrist, bringing his palm to your chest, above your heart. Then, you placed your own hand on his. You closed your eyes, concentrating on the beat of his heart. Jihoon watched you silently, his eyes flitting over your face as he committed your features to memory. The brush of your eyelashes against your cheekbones, the gentle slope of your nose, the freckles that dotted your skin. After a few seconds, your eyes shot open, a big grin on your face.

“Do you feel that?” you asked, in excitement.

“Your heartbeat?”

You nodded quickly, “Yes! It matches your own.”

Jihoon focused on your hand on his chest, trying to feel his own pulse as it tapped a rhythm against your palm. Each heart beat of his was identical to yours. As your heart picked up speed the more excited you got, his did the same.

“That’s so cool! What does that mean?” he was smiling widely, your elation contagious.

“It’s how we identify when two people belong to one another in Faerie. Their hearts beat as one. Jihoon,” you were bouncing on your feet now. “We are fated.”

Jihoon could do nothing but dive in to kiss you again. You were laughing as you kissed him, unable to hold back your glee. “I love you,” Jihoon mumbled against your lips. “I love you, I love you.”

“I love you,” you responded, with equal fervor. Faeries did not tell each other of their love. They found no use for words when their hearts proved it. Still, you told Jihoon you loved him in hopes that it would make him as happy to hear it as it did you.

“Jihoon, my sweet Jihoon,” you looked dazed, as if drunk on the kisses you shared. “Will you show me how much you love me?”

Jihoon, enraptured by the sound of my Jihoon, responded, “Of course, my love, I’ve been showing you all this time.” He bent to rest his head in the crook of your neck, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your back as he placed a kiss on your collarbone, exposed by the neckline of your dress.

“No,” you whispered, breath tickling the shell of Jihoon’s ear as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “I want you to show me the way the men from last night showed each other. Your friends. As the night went on, the aura around them grew stronger. I want to be loved like that, however they loved each other.”

Jihoon’s body stiffened, before he groaned into your neck. “Fuck, you can’t just say things like that Faerie.”

You pushed Jihoon’s body up so you could look at him. “Why not? What did I say wrong?” You held his hands in yours.

“Nothing, it’s just- well they-” Jihoon stumbled over his words, a bit embarrassed now that he has to have the birds and the bees talk with you. Unsure of how to broach the topic he decided to go right for it. “Do you know what intercourse is?” Jihoon’s face was flushed bright red, his hands turning clammy in your grip.

“Of course,” you affirmed with a nod.

“Well,” Jihoon gave you a look.

You stared for a second before recognition lit in your eyes. You smiled. “Oh!” Your smile dropped. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Jihoon said, dumbly.

“But, I do not understand. Were your friends trying to have a child?”

Jihoon spluttered. “What?? No! Of course not!”

“Then why be intimate?” You asked him, innocently. Jihoon sighed. The cultural differences surrounding intimacy must be far more different than he anticipated.

“Here,” he tugged at your intertwined hands. The fire has almost completely died by now. “Let’s sit in the tent where it’s warmer and I’ll explain.”

Jihoon ushered you inside, zipping the tent closed before sitting down on the blankets opposite you. “What’s the traditional practice in Faerie, if you want to…procreate,” he cringed internally at his odd word choice.

You did not seem thrown off, however. “After faeries find their mates, they have a ceremony, similar to a human wedding ceremony. The faeries will combine their auras, which allows them to share their powers and essentially become one unified entity. Then, there will be a mating ritual, in which they are intimate. Their auras are most powerful immediately after the ceremony, so that one night is enough to create a child. Faeries do not have more than one.” You explained, methodically.

Jihoon nodded. “Ok, so Faeries aren’t intimate for pleasure?”

You shook your head, “I suppose not. Humans are, I presume?”

“Yes. Many humans see intercourse as a means of seeking pleasure first, and reproduction second. There are medical advancements that can prevent pregnancy, so humans can be intimate without worrying about children. The guys from last night…They are intimate because they love each other. Make sense?” Jihoon searched your face for a hint of confusion.

“I understand!” you chirped. “Are you someone who correlates intimacy to love, Jihoon?”

At this point Jihoon has no choice but to assume that you say things to make him blush on purpose. “I mean, yeah, I- I guess so,” he stuttered, a complete opposite to your eloquent way of speech.

“Then, I would like you to be intimate with me.”

His breath hitched. “My love,” Jihoon started, hesitantly. “Are you sure? There’s no rush, we can take things slowly-”

You moved closer to him, your knees pressed against his. “Sweet Jihoon,” you held his hands, stroking the backs of them with your thumbs. “I am unsure what will become of us tomorrow. I must return to Faerie in the morning, and you live in the city, so you will eventually leave as well. I do not want to wait in hopes of a day that may not come soon, if at all. I do not wish to dampen the mood, but it is the harsh truth. That is why I want to do this now. I want to love you completely. Tonight.”

Your eyes were blazing, the grip on his hands firm. You meant what you said. You would not let Jihoon go tonight, not like this.

“You have to know, I’d do anything for you Y/N. I’d leave Seoul, hell, I’d leave this dimension for you. I’d go to Faerie, go wherever you want,” Jihoon rambled.

You pressed a finger to his lips. “Hush. We can talk about it all later. Right now,” you leaned in, bumping the tip of his nose with your own, “I want you to…fuck me.”

Your yelp of surprise was swallowed by Jihoon when he surged forward to kiss you. The force pushed you back and you were laying flat on the blankets, Jihoon hovering over your body, his hands braced by your shoulders. You pushed him up with a press to his chest, unable to hold back giggles.

“What was that for?”

“Where did you learn to say that, you little minx?” Jihoon moved to press butterfly soft kisses to the slope of your neck, moving up towards your ear.

“I heard,” you gasped at a particularly biting kiss, “I heard the blonde man from yesterday tell his partner that. He seemed to like hearing it.” Your hands were now clasped against your chest as you were unsure what to do with them.

Jihoon teasingly bit your earlobe. “Ah, didn’t know my innocent forest nymph was actually a voyeur.”

“Jihoon,” you slapped at his shoulder, scandalized. Jihoon pulled away, sitting back on his heels as he laughed. “It was not as if I meant to intrude! I did not know about human customs of love.” There was a slight pout on your lips, as you turned your head to the side, pointedly looking away from Jihoon in embarrassment.

He couldn’t help but place a kiss on your reddening cheek. “Cute,” he mumbled. “I’m just teasing, Faerie.” He held your chin with two of his fingers and turned you back to face him. “I think you’re cute,” his voice dropped a few pitches, seductively. “Bet you sat up in those trees, listening, wishing it was you that they were touching, hm?” Jihoon ran his fingers up your right leg, tickling your calves. You whimpered. “My poor Faerie felt so lonely. Thought she’d never find someone. But I’m here now,” he pressed a kiss in the dip between your collarbones, “I’ll take care of you baby.”

By now, your dress was rucked up by your knees, Jihoon’s hand splayed out against your thigh. Your hands were tangled in his curls, the grip allowing you to tug him back to your lips. “Jihoon, please,” you whined.

Jihoon held you by your shoulders as he pulled you up to sit on his lap, your legs wrapping around his hips. “Can I take your dress off?” he asked as he toyed with the straps of your dress. You nodded, demurely. Jihoon slipped the cloth off your right shoulder, pressing a kiss to your skin before doing the same on the other side. Like water, the dress slid down your chest, bunching at your waist when the straps caught on your forearms. You pointedly kept your eyes trained on the neckline of Jihoon’s shirt, feeling a bit too self-conscious to look him in the eyes. Jihoon must’ve understood this.

“Breathtaking,” he said, trailing a finger along your face, down the side of your neck. “You’re absolutely breathtaking, my love.” His finger dipped into the valley of your breasts before twirling around your left nipple. You whimpered, the sound morphing into a moan when he took the other nipple into his mouth. Your body felt warm and the bottom of your feet were tingling. You’d never felt so good before. Had never imagined you could ever feel like this.

Jihoon moved to kiss you again as he laid you back down on the ground, helping slip your dress off your body. Even though it had only been a few hours, you were sure you’d never tire of kissing Jihoon.

You grew more and more impatient as Jihoon slipped his tongue into your mouths, pulling desperately at his clothes. “Why are you wearing so many layers?” Jihoon found your eagerness endearing, the way you wanted his clothes off his body but refused to let him part from your mouth. Somehow, after a few failed attempts and limbs getting awkwardly caught in fabric, you were both naked, bodies pressed tightly together.

Your arms were gripped like a vice around Jihoon’s neck, loudly whining as you bucked your hips up, trying to find some sort of friction.

“Desperate little thing, aren’t you,” Jihoon chuckled, tauntingly. “Looked so innocent when I first saw you, but you’re really just aching for cock.” Your mewl was indication enough that you liked the way Jihoon was speaking to you.

“Please, need it. Need you in me now!” you begged. It was too much for Jihoon. The way your hair was splayed around your head like a halo, the way your skin was glistening with a thin layer of sweat from the heat, the way your neck and chest were red from his ministrations. As his gaze slid down your body, he took note of your heaving chest, the smooth skin of your belly, the way your pussy was dripping wet. He couldn't take it anymore.

“Already so ready for me baby. Don’t even need my fingers or my mouth on you, do you? Bet I could slip right in.”

“Yes,” you wailed. “Please, put it in, please-” you broke off with a cry, hands shooting to grip at Jihoon’s biceps as he pushed into you with a single thrust.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Faerie, did I hurt you, I didn’t mean to-”

“No, no, felt good, don’t stop Jihoonie,” you babbled, desperate for more.

Slowly, he pulled out, moving until just the head of his cock was still in you before pushing back in. The strokes were gentle and languid. Your heat was so warm and tight, he felt like he was on cloud nine. Jihoon dropped his head to your neck, licking and kissing at the skin there as you dug your nails into his shoulder blades.

“Jihoon,” you moaned, feeling overstimulated by the feeling of his lips on your skin, his hands stroking your body, his cock inside you. “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”

“Never,” he said vehemently. He pressed his forehead to yours. “Wanna be with you forever. Wanna be inside you forever. Never letting you go after this.”

You cant your hips up to his, the feeling of your clit grazing his skin adding an extra level of pleasure.

“Jihoon, feel something, feel pressure,” you gasped.

Jihoon slipped a hand between your bodies, pressing delicate circles against your clit. “That’s it Faerie, let go. Come for me,” his voice was breathy and strained, as if trying to hold himself together.

You let out a loud, long-winded moan as you came, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Vivid colors splashed like fireworks against the back of your tightly shut eyes. You threw your head back, arching your body up as if chasing more, more, more.

You vaguely felt Jihoon pull away, and whined pathetically, too enveloped in this newfound sense of pleasure to do much else. Your chest heaved as you slowly regained awareness, prying your eyes open. The world was blurry, and you realized your eyes were filled with tears. You saw Jihoon begin to stand, and whined as he walked away.

“Not going anywhere, baby,” he chuckled. “Just gonna clean you up.” He grabbed a washcloth from his bag and wiped away the sweat and fluid on your body. He tossed the cloth to a corner of the tent, along with the blanket he was sitting on that seemed to be stained with something white.

Jihoon laid down beside you, gathering you in his arms. You whimpered a bit, your skin sensitive everywhere, as if every nerve ending was exposed to Jihoon’s touch. Your head rested against his heart as you traced silly patterns on his abdomen.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Jihoon said, the vibration of his chest tickling your cheek. “I want to stay with you. I don’t want to leave.”

You sighed. “I know, my sweet, but we must part. It is inevitable. We are from different worlds. However,” you lifted your head, “I have a plan. I will request an audience with the Queen come morning, and request to give up my powers, so that I may become human.”

Jihoon began to argue, “No, Y/N, I can’t ask you to do that.”

You shook your head firmly. “You are not asking me for anything. This is my decision. There is nothing waiting for me in Faerie, Jihoon. I do not have family, and anyone who I would consider a friend has a mate of their own. Here, in the human world, I have you.” You placed a hand gently to his heart, letting the steady beat relax you. “I want to be with you. Eat with you, sleep with you. I want to meet your friends and your family. I want to build a life with you here. That is all I desire.”

Jihoon still looked hesitant, worried that you may not completely understand the depth of what you were saying. “Y/N, to give up the only world, the only life, you’ve ever known…are you sure you want that? Are there no consequences?”

You cut him off with a kiss. “That is nothing for you to worry your beautiful head about. For now, let us sleep.”

Jihoon watched curiously as you placed a hand to the bottom of the tent. Suddenly, the ground beneath him started to feel soft, as if he was laying on a cloud, not solid ground. Through the white cloth, he could faintly see the yellow and green shades of moss and grass growing to create a makeshift bed. You laid back down, pressing one last kiss to his lips. “Good night, Sweet Jihoon.”

You awoke at the first sign of daybreak the next morning. It was time to return to Faerie, but you were in high spirits. You have a purpose this time: to fight for your freedom and return to Jihoon.

You gently brushed the strands of hair away from his forehead as you cooed his name to wake him. Jihoon’s eyes fluttered open, lips splitting into a wide grin when he caught sight of you.

“Morning beautiful,” his voice was raspy and deep. You felt the sudden urge to repeat last night’s events. You clambered to your feet, dusting off the skirt of your dress you had thrown on when you woke up. No, there was no time to fall back into the sheets with your lover. You had a job to do.

“It’s time for me to go,” you said, faintly, holding Jihoon’s hand as you led him out of the tent into the cool morning air. He then wrapped you up in his arms and kissed you, lips slightly chapped from the chilly night air.

“When can I see you again?” He brushed his thumb over your cheekbone.

“Give me one year. In exactly one year’s time, I will be here again, whether it be with good news or bad news. Should the Queen grant my wish, I shall return home with you. Should the Queen not grant my wish…” you looked away, “I will return for just an hour, to tell you goodbye.”

Jihoon nodded, knowing there was nothing he could say to change your mind. “One year then. I’ll be here, waiting.”

As you stared at the grass, something caught your eye. Quickly, you bent down to pluck a lone dandelion flower from the ground. After analyzing it for a while, you placed it in the palm of your hand, enveloping the flower with shimmering white light. Then, you twisted the stem into a ring, before taking Jihoon’s left hand, and sliding the flower ring onto his pinky finger, opposite the silver ring on his other hand. “This flower is enchanted, and will never wilt. I hope it will serve as a reminder of me, so you never forget this time we shared.”

Jihoon caught your hands, holding them tightly. “You know I will never forget you. But, thank you. I will treasure it forever.”

You nodded, eyes welling with tears as you leaned in to press one last kiss to Jihoon’s lips. “See you in one year, my Sweet Jihoon.”

You stepped back, fingers slipping from his hold.

“See you in a year.”

With that you turned to walk into the forest. Jihoon watched until your silhouette disappeared into thin air.

“Hyung!” Seungkwan called, shaking Jihoon out of his stupor. Somehow, he had walked all the way from the camp back to the main houses. He didn’t remember a single moment of the trek. “You’re back! Come on, we have to wrap up shooting!”

Oh, that’s right, the broadcast, Jihoon thought, desolately. We are going back to Seoul tonight.

Jihoon silently trudged into the upper house, all his members watching.

“What happened to him?” Seungcheol demanded, glaring at Jeonghan accusingly.

The blonde held his hands up defensively. “Me? Why do you assume I did something?”

“You’re the one who sent him to the tent last night! Now look, he came back more depressed than ever!”

Jeonghan glanced at Joshua, the two sharing a silent look of confusion. “We’ll go check on him,” the latter said to placate Seungcheol.

Together, the two boys went into the house, noticing Jihoon belly flopped onto the bed.

“Oh, Jihoonie, what’s wrong?” Jeonghan sat on the edge of the bed, patting the younger reassuringly on the back.

Jihoon mumbled something incoherent into the pillows.

The two older boys exchanged another glance, as if urging the other to say something. Finally, Joshua sighed. “We thought you would’ve enjoyed the company waiting at the campsite. That’s why Jeonghan sent you there last night. We are really sorry if that was the wrong call.”

Jihoon shot up straight, turning to level his members with a glare. “What do you mean by company? You two knew? About Y/N?!”

“Ah, so that’s her name,” Jeonghan said. “We noticed a girl sitting, well hiding, up in the trees when we first got there. She had this mystical air around her, we figured she was something nonhuman.” He turned to Joshua, who shrugged.

“Yeah and, I don’t know, she seemed so lonely. Reminded us of you, so we thought why not have you go the next night? If she returned, you’d meet. If not, then you’d get some good rest. So, win-win.” He then climbed onto the bed to take a seat by Jihoon, wrapping an arm around his shoulders in a side hug. “What happened last night Ji?”

Jihoon began to recount the story to the two men, starting from when he met you to when you left. All of it. By the end, Joshua was giving him a sympathetic hug, while Jeonghan had a determined look in his eyes.

“Well,” the blonde clapped his hands together. “Looks like we have no choice but to return next year then!” He shot Jihoon a wink. “Let me go tell the other boys!” He ran from the room.

Jihoon stared with his mouth wide open as Joshua sighed. “What he means to say is, we’ll set up a meeting with the producers. No matter what, we’ll get you back here in a year so you can see her Jihoon. It seems like Y/N is pretty optimistic that everything is going to work out, so you should be too.” With one final caring pat to the back of his head, Joshua too left the room.

As Jihoon sat alone, thinking about what his brothers had said, he heard raucous laughter and cheering coming from outside. It seemed like Jeonghan had told everyone else the news about them returning. Jihoon let out an endeared laugh. He knew that he would have to tell the rest of the boys about you, and that they would be nothing but supportive. Jihoon stood from the bed, his confidence in seeing you again growing.

In a year, he’d return here and bring you home with him. With a hopeful smile, he placed a kiss on his flower ring and headed out to meet his friends.

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idyllic-ghost · 2 years ago

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title: dear valentine

pairing: student!woozi x student!reader

genre: idiots to lovers, rivals/friends to lovers, fluff, romance

warnings: slight angst if you squint, mentions of alcohol consumption

synopsis: valentine’s day is approaching fast, and your university is set to celebrate it well. a group of students calling themselves the pink eros group has created a website for other students to send anonymous love letters to a random match. you and your friend, jihoon, find it stupid and a waste of time… but in secret, you decide to create an account. it’s not like a love letter to a stranger can change anything, right?

a/n: this is a @svthub collab! if i hadn't had such a busy schedule, this would be a lot more detailed - but it is what it is!

word count: 6.4k

rating: PG 13

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"They can't be serious...", you sighed.

"Would anyone even agree to do this?", Jihoon asked rhetorically.

The poster hung up on the wall was bright pink. With big, bold, letters it said: "Looking for a Valentine's day date? The Pink Eros Group is to your rescue! Join our website, www.pinkerosletters.com, to join in the search for true love. More information is to be found on the website!"

"This color combination is atrocious", you grimaced.

"But it does bring your eyes to the price, right?", a voice appeared behind you, "You see, if we want people to see it, it has to be right. Basic color theory."

You turned around to see Seungkwan, looking proudly at the pink poster. He was in a few of your classes, and you knew him enough for him to sneak up on you to not be incredibly strange. Seungkwan was the definition of sweet and sour. He was always kind, but he could get passive-aggressive if you poked fun at him. All in all, he was a social butterfly. If anyone would have anything to do with this poster, it would be him.

"That's not what color theory is, Kwan", Jihoon sighed.

"Whatever it's called, it worked", he shrugged, "Are either of you interested?"

"Not in the slightest", Jihoon scoffed, and you hummed in agreement, "Did you do this? Are you the Pink Eros Group?"

"Well, it's me, along with a few others. We got some from the student council, that way we could get ahold of their budget and use it for the website. You guys know Kim Wonwoo, right? He helped us set it all up. There are a lot of people in this group, including Jeonghan- you guys know Jeonghan, don't you?", Seungkwan ranted.

"Do you realize that the initialism for Pink Eros Group is PEG?", you asked as you kept looking at the poster.

Jihoon tried to hold back his laughter, while you could feel Seungkwan's cold gaze on your neck. However, as always, he had a comeback up his sleeve.

"Well, hopefully, some people will get that through our hard work", he shrugged, "Don't hide away my poster with your bad vibes. Don’t you have class or something?"

Both you and Jihoon huffed out an excuse and started moving, saying goodbye to Seungkwan in the process. It was a stupid idea, the Pink Eros Group, it really was... but a part of you was a bit curious. You looked over at your friend walking beside you. Jihoon and you had been friends since high school. Even back then, you were butting heads over who would get the best scores on tests. It was a tradition that had continued in university. In all classes you had together, you would compete against each other. The otherwise playful motivation tactic had turned into a shield for you. If you were so focused on academic conquest, you would have no time to think about your growing feelings for your best friend. And it was for the best this way. There was too much history that could be ruined by your confession for you to ever dare try to tell him.

"What are you thinking about?", Jihoon brought you out of your thoughts.

"Next week's test...", you mumbled.

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Towards the end of the day, when you had finally gotten home, you logged onto your computer to look through your upcoming assignments. You stared blankly at your screen, reading the words but never understanding their meaning. There was only one thought in your mind - "Pink Eros". Maybe by focusing on a new love interest, of sorts, you could forget all about your unruly crush.

With shaky hands, you typed the website into the search bar. To your surprise, the site wasn't as horrifyingly pink as Seungkwan's poster. It had a baby pink background and one bubble in the middle saying 'type here'. Above that bubble was text. "Write your email address or phone number here. You will be provided with another link, along with an anonymous username and password", it said.

"What am I even doing..?", you whispered to yourself as you typed in your number, hoping that no one would get a hold of this information.

For the next few minutes, you stared at your phone as you waited for a message. When it finally popped up, you clicked on the link and typed in the information it gave you. You contemplated if it was really worth it if your username had to be "dear_valentine17". Nevertheless, you typed in the given information and were then greeted with a form you had to fill out. It told you to click on your preferences, such as age range, gender preferences, interests, and so on - just like a dating site. You clicked through the options with only one thing in mind: trying to find a replacement.

Once you had finished setting everything up, the website told you to wait while they found you a match. A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned back against the wall by your bed. This must have been one of the most delusional things you had done. You put your hands over your face and rubbed your eyes, it was time for bed. Maybe this could lead to something, maybe you would be over this tomorrow morning. Either way, you had to get away from it now.

That morning, you went over to the kitchen of your dorm and started making breakfast. One of the girls in your dorm was also there, happily humming as she made tea. You didn't remember her name, but you did know that she wasn't usually like this.

"Good morning!", she said.

"Morning", you mumbled, "Having a good start to your day?"

"I am! I just got my Pink Eros match", she said, "Did you sign up?"

"What? No", you lied, "Sorry, just not my thing"

The girl laughed a little, and it seemed to you like she knew. However, you didn't mind, or tried to, as you continued making your breakfast.

"I think it's a cute idea", she shrugged, "And, if anything, it's a great way to meet new people... unless you get matched with someone you know... then it'll be awkward."

"Well, there's no chance of that", you chuckled and then quickly added, "You know... because I'm not making an account."

"Right", she giggles and starts to leave, "I'll see you around, wish me luck with my valentine searching!"

"Good luck...", you waved goodbye.

People started coming into the kitchen, making you quickly finish up what you were doing and escape back to your room. You didn't feel like sitting through people's teasing about the Valentine's day app any longer.

After eating, you got ready for a day of classes - from time to time you would check your phone for the message. While walking to class you stopped by a café, where you knew you would find Jihoon. As soon as you spot him you smile. His entire posture exuded tiredness. clearly having stayed up for most of the night, and his hair was wet, probably from a quick shower after going to the gym early this morning. Sometimes he surprised you with how hard he worked, but you'd never admit that to him. The most you would do was pat him on the back, and tell him to go to bed. He looks at you, waves, and smiles kindly. The kind of smile that is mostly seen through the eyes, and not from the corner of the person's lips perking up. It was his tired smile.

"Good morning, sleepyhead", you said and sat down in front of him.

"I ordered you a coffee", he answered, "They'll come out with it in a second."

"Why thank you", you smiled at him, "You haven't started reading through the new material without me, have you?"

"... I might have skimmed through it a bit last night", he admitted and pulled up a book from his bag and put it beside his computer.

"It's alright, I read it last night too", you grinned, "What do you say about a discussion before we go through the text in class?"

"Sounds great"

A buzzing signal sounded out. Both you and Jihoon pulled up your phones and looked at them, but there was nothing on your screen. You put your phone down on the table in slight defeat. Jihoon's ears started turning red as he read his message, but instead of answering he put away his phone. You were feeling jittery, and trying not to make it show by focusing on looking through your bag. Just a few seconds later, your phone buzzed. A message, saying that the Pink Eros Group had found your match.

"... so", you put your phone away, "What did you think about the text?"

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The two of you talked about the text until the coffee came out, then the conversation drifted off to other subjects. Soon enough, you started walking to class together. You were tempted to take your phone out and look at your match, but you couldn't when Jihoon was watching. Him finding out would be the most embarrassing thing to happen to you yet. You wouldn't be able to put up with his teasing. So when the time came, while you went to the bathroom during a break, you looked at your phone.

Welcome, dear_valentine17!

The Pink Eros Group introduces to you, your match: 01_loverboy! If any complications would come out of this match, we have a block button and an option for you to find a new match.

For now, you will be able to send an introduction letter to your match whenever you want. After that, one person will have to wait while the other person writes their letter - think of it as digital snail mail! Please be aware that there can be delays when sending a message.

Thank you for joining the Pink Eros Group! We hope we have found your match!

// The Pink Eros Group

"... loverboy", you sighed, "What am I doing..?"

When you got home that night you decided to sit down and look through your match's profile. He was a man the same age as you, with interests in music and baseball, and he was looking for something fun and not too serious. After looking through his profile you started typing out a letter for your match.

Hi, loverboy! I'm happy to finally match with someone, I hope we'll find out we have a lot in common. I'm sure you can find out most of my information in my profile. I don't know what else to say, I'm not very used to these sorts of things. Hope to hear from you soon!

As soon as you sent the message another message popped into your inbox. It seemed that you had to send that first message to unlock the one he had sent. However, as soon as you saw what he had written you only felt embarrassed by the sorry excuse of a letter you wrote.

Dear Valentine, It's a fitting name they gave you. A few days ago I couldn't imagine making an account here, I'm hoping you'll make it worth the invasive questionnaire (and I hope I can do the same for you). I don't usually do these kinds of romantic things, but this may be good for me. I'm curious, what is your favorite thing to do? What hobby would you say defines you? I know that most people would say that studying is my defining quality, but I really enjoy making music. I play a few instruments, and, if you promise to keep it a secret, I've been making a few songs. They're very personal, so I don't think I would ever release them, but I really enjoy the process. Maybe you could be my next muse? I'm only joking, of course. I'd love to hear from you soon. I don't know how this website will work, but I hope it won't take too long for me to hear from you. Yours truly, Loverboy

You stared in awe at the text. In comparison, your message was shit. Moreover, when you click away from the message the screen reads "wait for your match to send a reply". You couldn't even make up for the little bit you had written! If he didn't block you, he would for sure not be interested. You leaned your head back and took a deep breath. Maybe you were thinking too much about this. It didn't have to be that serious.

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When you woke up the next morning you couldn't bring yourself to check for a letter. Instead, you went about your day as normal and ended up at Jihoon's student apartment at the end of the day.

"Hand me the vocab sheet, would you?", Jihoon sighs.

When you hand him the paper, your fingers touch his, and it makes you quickly pull your hand away. Jihoon seemed to be too tired to notice it. He rubbed his forehead with one hand, while he held the paper in the other. It was always nice to be in Jihoon's apartment - you remember how much he bragged when he first found it. And it was a good deal, it was fairly close to campus and he had privacy.

"We should take a break, Ji", you say, "You're practically asleep."

"No, no... I got this", he sighs yet again.

You close his laptop and he only glares at you. The one annoying thing about Jihoon's apartment is that it was so small. Right now, the two of you were sitting on his bed. It was either that or his kitchen table. You moved his computer and propped yourself up against the wall.

"Rest", you insisted, "You need it."

"... you won't try to get ahead of me, will you?", he joked and moved to sit beside you.

"I'm resting with you", you said.

Jihoon leaned his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes. His breathing was slow and steady, and you could feel his pulse from his temple against you. Your hand grabbed his hand and started playing with his fingers. Jihoon huffed out a short laugh. This wasn't friend stuff, no, but it was just the sort of relationship you had with him.

"Don't let me fall asleep...", he murmured.

"Fall asleep if you need to fall asleep, alright?", you hummed, "I'll be here. I'll wake you up before I have to leave."

"No, you can't leave...", he slurred.

Your heart started beating faster. He always did this, but it never got easier. After a short pause, you let go of his hand. He had fallen asleep. It wasn't hard for him to fall asleep quickly on days like these when he had barely gotten any sleep the night before. You picked up your phone and noticed an unread notification.

You have a new letter!

You sighed and looked over at Jihoon. He really was asleep. So you opened the message and decided to read your new letter.

Dear Valentine, I have to say, the first letter to send is the hardest. This system is slightly flawed, but we can work with it. I'm sorry if I came off very strong in my first letter, I was overthinking it a lot. You seem like a calm person, I appreciate that. I'm sorry if I sound extremely Shakespearian, I won't compare you to a summer's day or anything - unless you want to. But I hope you get back to me soon!

A smile crept up on your lips. It was nice to have a complete stranger be interested in you despite you making a complete ass of yourself in the first message. This Loverboy must be pretty positive to look at your message on the bright side. You looked at Jihoon, sleeping soundly beside you. It wouldn't hurt to just type out a few sentences right here, he was asleep after all, and you really wanted to respond as soon as possible.

You didn’t come off too strong at all, don’t worry about it! If anything, I should’ve put a little more thought into my message (o^ ^o)

You pressed send and then let it go, deciding to scroll on your phone a bit more, in an attempt to let Jihoon rest before you woke him up.

Before you left that evening you woke Jihoon up, like you promised. At first, he only gripped your arm tighter, not letting go. When you laughed and told him to let go of you, he did so reluctantly.

"You could sleep over", he sighed, "I can sleep on the floor."

"I don't think so", you chuckled, "You need proper rest."

Jihoon rolled his eyes, and you ignored him. As you gathered your things you could feel his eyes on you. You knew that if you looked back he would get you to stay. He wouldn't beg. Jihoon would never. But he would look at you in a way that you couldn't say no to.

"Alright, I'm off!", you went for the door, "See you tomorrow before class?"

"Same place as always..."

Later that night, as you were getting ready for bed, you got a new message:

I’m really happy you replied! (ᵔ◡ᵔ) I got worried for a second when I didn’t hear from you for an entire day.

You started feeling bad for not responding faster, and decided to type out a message immediately.

Sorry about that! I wish I could say that I was busy, but I was really just scared〜(＞＜)〜

It didn’t even take a second before he replied again:

Oh, that’s alright! I get it, I’m not used to this either

You smiled at your phone. Whoever this was, and whatever he looked like, you could at least say that he was nice. Maybe you were being a bit naive, but it just felt right.

I’m actually about to go to bed now ( ╥ω╥ ) We keep missing each other

Stay on with me for a little bit longer? He wrote.

Sure! But only a little bit… what do you want to talk about?

It took some time for him to respond, so you got comfortable in your bed and waited patiently. When he finally replied, you almost jumped in excitement.

Tell me about yourself. I want to get to know you.

Once again, you smiled at your phone. You were now determined that this was a good choice after all.

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As the days passed, you started getting closer to your loverboy. He was timid, yet charming. Sometimes he was hesitant to tell you things, but who wouldn't be in this situation? Either way, you were always happy to see the notification from him. A part of you wanted to tell him your name, meet up, and forget about your unrequited, real-life, crush. But it never came to that. Your real-life crush seemed to be as ignorant as always. The two of you kept meeting up as usual, and only a few times would he do things that made your heart race. During those times, you kept thinking back to your letters in an attempt to convince yourself that you were "spoken for". You weren't actually though, and this method never really worked as a result.

One night you were at a house party, where the host was the friend of a friend. You didn’t know many people, and you thought it would be fine. However, as soon as you walked into the place, a big apartment that still had too many people in it, you felt claustrophobic. As soon as you could, you snuck out onto the balcony. There was nobody there, understandably so since it was so cold, but it was perfect for you. You pulled out your phone and looked at your notification.

Hey, what are you up to tonight?

It was your loverboy. You smiled at your phone. Drink in one hand, you used the other to type out a message back.

At a party with my friend. I lost her some time ago, and now I’m standing out of sight… how about you?

It took some time for him to answer. You took the time to look around for your friend from where you were standing. There was no way you could find her. Worst case scenario, you would have to text her that you were leaving soon.

I’m trying to figure out how to avoid going out. But I promised someone, and he’s very persistent. Wish me luck!(>_<)

You wrote a quick “good luck” and put your phone down. As you were debating if you should go back in, you locked eyes with Jihoon. He waved at you as his smile grew, and you waved back. Without hesitation, he started walking to the balcony. Soon enough he was standing right beside you. The music from inside the apartment was booming, but the glass doors muffled it slightly.

“How are you doing?”, he asked and put his beer down on the table in the corner of the balcony.

“I’m freezing”, you admitted, “But it’s better than being in there. I got dragged here by someone, so I feel a bit obligated to stay”

Jihoon started pulling off the zip-up hoodie he was wearing and handed it to you. You tried to stop him, but he wasn’t listening. A few seconds later, you were wearing his hoodie.

“You should be wearing more clothes”, he huffed, “I won’t always be around to save you”

“I had a jacket, but I put it away when I got inside”, you explained.

He picked up his beer again and took a sip. There was a moment where you just watched him, and you didn’t feel weird about it because he wasn’t looking at you. Jihoon was looking inside, clearly amused about something. He turned his head to you, and motioned for you to look inside. Soonyoung was in the middle of the room, clearly already drunk, and dancing like no one was watching.

“So that’s why you’re here”, you hummed, “Are you helping him home later tonight?”

“You could say that”, he sighed, “He’s probably going to crash at my apartment. We’ll see.”

“Still… I’m glad you’re here”, you said and then quickly backtracked, “Because, you know, otherwise I’d be freezing my ass off right now”

Jihoon laughed and you felt your heart do a summersault in your chest. There was something so satisfying about being able to make him laugh. He pulled the hood of the jacket over your head. It hung well over your eyes. When you moved it to look at him he was grinning widely. At this moment, you felt like maybe you should say something - that now could be the right time to actually confess to him. Jihoon looked back inside and tapped your shoulder.

“There’s someone in there waving at us”

You looked inside and saw your friend quickly approaching the glass doors.

“I think that’s my sign to leave”, you started taking off the hoodie to give it back to Jihoon, but he quickly stopped you.

“You should keep it on if you’re leaving. Even if you do have a jacket, it’ll be very cold, and your dorm isn’t exactly near here.”, he explained, “I’ll be fine, I brought an extra jacket.”

“Thank you”, you smiled and quickly made your way inside.

Later that night, you were still in his hoodie. It smelled like him and made it feel like he was giving you a constant hug. You were going to give it back… but maybe you should just wash it first to be nice.

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Jihoon was sitting in front of you in the library. It was a secluded corner, but it wouldn't matter if you sat in a crowded area; you would still only be paying attention to him. The hoodie you had borrowed was neatly folded and hanging over the armrest on his chair. He was reading, sighing as he flipped the page. You knew he didn't like this particular course, so you offered to study with him even though you weren't in his class. You were supposed to be working on an assignment, but you couldn't focus.

"Have you heard anything about that Valentine's website?", he asked out of the blue, not pulling his eyes away from the book.

Your cheeks flushed red, thinking what if he knew that you had made an account. The best option was to lie, but you had to calm down before you could speak. You picked up your water bottle, giving yourself a moment to collect yourself while you were drinking. Jihoon looked up at you when you hadn't responded for a while. His eyes were piercing your soul, looking for an answer, and you nearly choked.

"No, I haven't...", you shook your head and put down the water bottle, "Maybe you should ask Seungkwan."

"It's nothing serious", he explained and looked back in his book, "Just heard that people are apparently meeting up now."

"Meeting up?", you hummed, "What about it? You're not on there, are you?"

"No chance", he scoffed, "I just sort of think that it defeats the point, doesn't it?"

You felt like you were back in high school again. During Valentine's, you could get as many cards or chocolates as you could imagine, but it never really mattered. Jihoon never got you anything. Understandably so, it wasn't in his nature to do something like that. And it's not like he was obligated to do so. However, every year you got your hopes up that maybe he would. Instead, the only thing you got from him was a short speech about how it's a holiday created for people to buy more things. You watched as his pointer finger fiddled with the page he was about to turn, before finally turning it. Jihoon put his hand on the sentence he was reading before looking back up at you.

"I think it's nice", you admitted while looking back at your computer, "I know you don't like Valentine's, but some people do, and if they want to meet up, then they should."

Jihoon stayed quiet for a while. You could feel his eyes on you, but you refused to look up. You were getting tired of this, especially now that you had a person paying attention to you. Sure, you had never met him, but during the time you had been messaging him, he had been more affectionate toward you than Jihoon ever had.

"I like Valentine's", Jihoon huffed.

"No, you don't", you scoffed and finally met his eyes, "You always call it a materialistic holiday."

"It is a materialistic holiday", he started smiling, "That doesn't mean I can't appreciate it for its fundamental message."

"Shut up", you laughed, "You're making fun of me!"

"I'm not making fun of you, I'm serious!", Jihoon laughed with you, "All I'm saying is that if they meet up it defeats the point of being anonymous letter-buddies."

You looked at him as if he were ridiculous. He lightly shook his head and looked back in his book. You felt like you had dodged a bullet.

"Why do you care all of the sudden?", you hummed and went back to your assignment.

"... I don't", he shrugged.

"Sure you don't..."

"What? I don't!", he looked back at you, "Why would I go on a website when I have you?"

Even though you knew what he meant, your heart skipped a beat. He was joking, it was obvious in his tone, but your body still reacted to it. As you were about to respond, you were interrupted by a text message coming to your phone. You looked at it, it was from your loverboy. An involuntary smile crept its way onto your lips.

“What?”, he asked, suddenly a bit more serious.

“It’s nothing”, you played it off and put your phone down.

Jihoon hummed in response and returned to reading. You looked at him for a while, trying to read what he was thinking, but you got nothing. Instead, you looked back at your phone and decided to read the message.

I was thinking of you earlier, I’ve been trying to figure out a way to ask if we could ever meet up(o´▽`o)

A sigh escaped your lips, not loud enough for anyone to hear, and you put your phone down. You looked over at Jihoon. He was still not looking your way. You could lie to yourself, say that you really did like this stranger and wanted to meet. However, it was getting harder and harder to do. Jihoon flipped a page again, and you simply watched as he followed the text with his pointer finger. No, you couldn’t tell him now. You could never tell him. If you did, he would only reject you and everything would be ruined. But you couldn’t lie to yourself and pretend you didn’t like him, or ignore your feelings with the help of another person. That wasn’t right to do, you were using this stranger, and he was clearly into you. You put away your phone and packed up your things.

“Do you want to get coffee?”, you asked Jihoon.

“Hm? Oh… sure”, he nodded and started packing up as well.

Just because you were suffering didn’t mean that anyone else had to.

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That was the last time you ever heard from your loverboy. The years passed and you forgot about him completely. Now, ten years later, you were doing well for yourself. You had a stable job in a field you enjoyed, an apartment in a good neighborhood, and even a cat. However, you never managed to find yourself a partner. You had dated around, but nothing more had ever happened. That’s why, while you were laying in bed and procrastinating falling asleep, you decided to go back to that Pink Eros website. Maybe it was also because Valentine’s day was approaching, and you were feeling a little desperate. It took some tries before you could remember the password, but you got it in the end. The website still worked. It was slightly different than you remembered, so it must have been reused after you left school. Without second-guessing, you typed out a message:

Hey… how are you?

Then you put your phone down. It was enough for tonight. You weren’t even sure that you would get a response. But the very next day, in the middle of making breakfast, your phone pinged. You looked away from making your sandwich to check your phone. It was a message from Pink Eros.

It’s been a while, Valentine. I’m good, how about you?

You let go of everything to answer.

I’m alright! I’m sorry for not answering you for all these years.

It only took a few minutes before you got a reply.

Things happen. What can you do?

You took a deep breath and hesitated to send the next message.

Maybe I could make it up to you? Do you want to meet up sometime in the future?

Sure.

It just so happened that you and your anonymous pen pal were in the same city right now. The two of you had agreed to meet up on Valentine’s day, just for coffee. So, you put on the most Valentine-esque thing you had in your closet and were off. The two of you had decided on a small street corner café, which was just a few blocks from your apartment. To signal that it was him, so that you didn’t have to walk up to strangers and ask if they were your anonymous pen pal, he would be sitting at a specific table in the corner and he would bring a red rose to put right in the middle of said table. You were practically skipping down the street. A bag in your hand, with a small box of chocolates as a present for him. This might have been the most reckless thing you had done in a while, but you decided not to think of it.

The door to the café let out a delightful ding as you stepped inside. There weren’t many people around, so your eyes immediately drifted off to the corner where your pen pal should sit. You were met with a familiar pair of eyes. Jihoon. Now older, but not in a way that made him look worn. After college you had tried to keep contact, but the two of you had started leading such different lives. You had drifted apart. Not completely, of course, there were the usual texts. Sometimes he would come into town to visit you, but it had been a while since he last did that. You noticed the red rose on the table, and your feet started moving on their own towards him.

“Hi”, was all he said, and you couldn’t answer, “... I’ll get you a coffee.”

He got up from his seat and walked over to the counter where an eager barista was waiting for him to order. You watched them interact as you sat down. Jihoon was timid, yet kind, as he ordered for you - your usual. The barista had a big “customer service” smile on her lips. You could tell that rush hour hadn’t started yet in this little café. When Jihoon returned, you kept your gaze on your hands in your lap.

“You remember my order?”, you asked softly.

“Why wouldn’t I?”, he said, and made you look up.

“Jihoon, we haven’t seen each other in almost two years”, you pointed out, “Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”

He was quiet, and you hated it. It meant that he didn’t have an answer. He didn’t have an excuse for not contacting you when he was here. By the look on his face, you could guess that he had been here before without telling you too.

“I don’t know”, he sighed, “This is… a bit too much. Can we start over?”

“Sure”, you took a deep breath, “Are you… were you on that website all those years ago?”

The barista came over with two cups of coffee, and took away the cup that Jihoon had already finished. You both thanked her and waited for her to leave until you started talking again.

“Well, clearly”, he let out an awkward laugh, “I’m sorry for not telling you, it was stupid.”

You paused again, looking into your coffee cup. The latte art was of a heart. It was so pretty you almost didn’t want to drink it, and the clump in your throat certainly didn’t help. It never crossed your mind that this could happen, that it would be Jihoon sitting in front of you right now.

“I never told you either, you know”, you said, “I was just as stupid… this is for you, by the way.”

You gave him the small bag, and he murmured out a thank you. Jihoon picked up the small box of chocolates from the bag and opened it. A smile spread across his lips as he saw what it was.

“Thank you, Y/N”, he seemed more comfortable now, “I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything.”

“You bought me coffee”, you picked up the rose from the table, “And this, I guess”

The two of you chuckled. He put his hand on the table, and in an experimental step forward you put your hand right next to yours. His pinky slowly moved closer to your hand, but he never broke eye contact. You finally took his hand in yours, his touch sending sparks through your chest.

“I missed you”, you admitted, “A lot.”

“I missed you a lot too”, he gently rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand, “I should have called you.”

“Well, I could have called you too”, you added, “I never had the guts to. I didn’t even have the guts to respond to your last message on that stupid website, which I’m sorry for just leaving you like that.”

“It’s fine, you had your reasons I’m sure.”

“My reason was actually… you.”

He looked at you, slightly confused, and you can barely believe that you just said that. You gripped his hand, suddenly scared that he would go away. But he didn’t go away. In fact, he squeezed your hand right back.

“I stopped writing to you because I was in love with… well, you”, you admitted, “Of course, I didn’t know that I was writing to you- I’m sorry this is so confusing.”

Jihoon’s ears were bright red, and his hand gripped you even tighter. Your heart was beating out of your rib cage, and you wished that your hands weren’t sweating profusely.

“... you were in love with me?”, he asked softly.

“So incredibly in love with you”, you laughed, “I… if I’m being completely honest, those feelings never went away. I understand if this is a bit uncomfortable, but I just needed to tell you.”

“It’s alright”, he took a deep breath, “I started liking you back in high school. Never really stopped either.”

“High school? When?”, you smiled.

“... it was the summer before our second year. We were on that old playground, on the swings”, he explained, “You… had done something new with your hair and you kept playing around with it. I mean, you were completely messing it up- but in a cute way, I guess. I don’t know…”

“That means… you started liking me before I liked you”, you grinned, “Which means I win.”

“You win? What?”, he scoffed, “You’re making this a competition?”

“Of course”, you shrugged, “Isn’t everything with us a competition?”

Jihoon’s eyebrows raised as he thought about it. He started nodding and pursed his lips, letting out a soft “yeah” in agreement. The two of you laughed. You noticed that his hand was still in yours, and nothing had ever felt so right.

“So, you’re loverboy…”, you took a deep breath.

“And you’re… my valentine”, he smiled, “Is that okay?”

“More than okay”, you nodded, “I don’t think you understand how much I’ve wanted this.”

“If it’s anything like how much I’ve wanted it, then I think I understand”, he said.

There was a lot to figure out, and you knew it wouldn’t be easy, but for a moment you let yourself enjoy this. You could finally spend your Valentine’s day with someone you love.

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