#park jihoon x you
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⋆ — sleepy .ᐟ ﹙park jihoon﹚ .
warning:: gender neu. reader , actor!reader & sfw .
note:: hope none of you mind me writing for my favorite boy 🫶 hes got the prettiest eyes!! :/
"hello." you greet him with a soft smile. he walks to you stiffly and shivering. jihoon sits down beside you – it's far too close for friends yet a little distant for lovers.
the korean actor sighs and rests his head against your shoulder, a few strands of hair fall over his eyes. they flutter shut at the warmth you emit.
"ahh, sleepy." mumbles the tired man, he wraps his arms around yours and cuddles even deeper. you can see the puffs of cold air he breathes out. you shake your head, amused by how clingy your co-star can be when he's tired.
"i've got another scene coming up." your warning goes over his head. he nods, not paying much attention to your words.
he sighs again, this time it's filled with relief. you pat his head gently, the gloves over your hands feel so nice and warm, you wouldn't dare remove them just to pat him.
jihoon leans into your touch and grips your arm tightly. he isn't allowing you to get up. you struggle to rise earning multiple whines and grumbles from him; 'you're warm', 'do your scene later', 'stay with me'.
one of your makeup artists' stands above you, applying chapstick to your lips. she sends you a knowing look causing you to jokingly roll your eyes.
told you he gets clingy around you.
shush.
she snickers and quickly fixes your collar
"jihoonnn," you drawl out near his ear. he hums in acknowledgment. "i need to go now..."
he shakes his head.
"i'll cuddle with you later,"
he thinks about it, grip loosening around you. "okay, but! i get to have a sleepover with you."
you nod in agreement. it's been a while since the two of you hung out together. he sadly lets you go, eyeing the grin on your pretty face.
it almost makes him want to turn the other way, it makes him too shy to even make eye contact.
why do you look at him like that?
"like what?" you tilt your head, confused at what he meant. his eyes widen the slightest bit, and the red on his ears was no longer there because it was cold.
did he say that aloud!?
he quickly shakes his head and pushes you off the bench you were sitting off. "like nothing!"
the grin on your face grows, your eyes disappearing within your smile. you lean forward to gently kiss his forehead. it was soft, so soft you probably wouldn't count it as a real kiss.
almost as if you were scared to touch him.
"if you say so."
jihoon shoves you further away, lips quirked up shyly. he rolls his eyes when your makeup artist wiggles her eyebrows.
"go away."
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right in front of you
pairing: non-idol!jihoon [trsr] x gn!reader
genre: fluff. office worker au.
word count: ~1.0k
warnings: oblivious reader.
daisy's notes: the way id get fired for getting distracted too easily w jihoon around tbh
Jihoon was… Well… Jihoon. The two of you happened to be the youngest of your coworkers, and something about that had turned Park Jihoon from Jihoon, the cute guy at work to Jihoon, partner in crime and lifeline.
It wasn’t that everyone was rude. You respected your seniors as much as anyone else would, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that some of them were on a power trip at times. Not all of them, thankfully: just one or two members of the staff that liked reminding you that they were in charge, all while treating you like you were some kid they’d found off the street and graciously given this job to (even though you aced the interview with your own skills and your actual manager had never acted this way toward you). Jihoon would text his remarks to you, forcing you to hide smiles whenever you glanced at your phone, or he’d whisper them to you on the elevator ride out of the building, or on those coffee outings that he took you out on when he wasn’t buying you dinner. At some point along the way, your crush on Jihoon went from a surface level thing to something deeper.
Of course, it probably wasn’t going anywhere. Jihoon was cute and sometimes he flirted with you, but he casually flirted with plenty of people from what you could tell. At least… That’s what it felt like as you stood across the room from him, watching as he charmed a few of your coworkers. He let out a warm laugh, lighting up the room more than the Christmas tree you’d watched Hyunsuk decorate with a few interns.
“You’re admiring again.”
And of course he had to come up to you, a cup in hand half-filled with fruit punch. Hyunsuk leaned against you, watching as Jihoon dazzled the room.
“Am not.”
“You’ve been standing here the entire time,” he said. “There’s no shame in it. You should go ahead and ask him out.”
With a roll of your eyes, you stepped away from him, throwing away your empty paper cup. “Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m going out to get some air.”
Hyunsuk whined at you playfully, but let you go. You escaped out of the office, pressing the button for the elevator as you collected yourself. Maybe you should ask Jihoon out sometime, but… not tonight. Tonight felt far too soon to make your move. Besides.. Did Jihoon even like you like that? He didn’t seem interested in anyone at work…
The elevator doors slid open, and you stepped in. Seconds after you pressed the button for the ground floor, someone rushed onto the elevator, turning around once he was safely inside. The doors slid shut, and you were met with the reflections of yourself and Jihoon in the clean doors.
“I made it,” he said aloud after a moment, teaching up to loosen his tie slightly. He looked at you after a moment, a confident smile on his face. “I thought I’d miss you.”
You blinked at him, brows drawing together. “Huh?”
“I saw you leave,” he said. “I got caught up talking to the interns, but I had hoped the elevator was slow.”
Something about the way he was looking at you with a sense of tenderness in his eyes was enough to make your heart skip a beat. Now you felt silly: Jihoon didn’t look at other people like this. You looked forward again, not hiding your smile as you stepped a little closer to him.
“Then I guess it’s good that it was.”
Jihoon’s hand brushed against your own, and you took initiative to take it. “Are you heading home for the holidays?”
“I don’t think so. Are you?”
He nodded. “I’m heading back to Busan,” he said. “My family wanted to see me, and since we have the time off…”
The elevator slowed to a stop, and the doors slid open. The two of you stepped off together, Jihoon’s hand warm in your own. You ran your thumb across the back of his hand, “That sounds fun.”
“You could come with me, you know.”
“Oh, really?”
He chuckled. “Really. If you don’t want to be alone… Then you can come with me.” He swung your arms a little, smiling. “My family won’t mind.”
As your friend or as your partner? One of those felt a little soon. Then again, you’d already met his family before. His parents came into the city a few weeks ago, and you happened to run into them as he was parting ways with them after a lunch out with them. Jihoon had waved you over and introduced you as a close friend then with this cute smile on his face that honestly reminded you of the one he’s had since the moment he ran onto the elevator and—
Oh my god. Jihoon wasn’t even hiding it. You stopped dead in your tracks, and Jihoon turned to look at you.
“Is something wrong?”
“I’m an idiot.”
Jihoon could only stare at you at first, clearly confused by your confession. “No, you aren’t—”
“No,” you squeezed his hand. “I like you, too.”
Jihoon relaxed, chuckling to himself. “I know.”
“You knew?!”
“Why do you think I kept asking you out?”
Holy fuck. How were you so oblivious? Maybe it was because you were too caught up in thinking about your own feelings that you never stopped to consider his. “Jihoon…”
He stepped closer to you, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “There’s a cafe with hot chocolate not far from here,” he said. “I’ll buy you a cup. It’s better than the cheap stuff that Hyunsuk bought.”
You smiled to yourself, averting your gaze. “Okay,” you said softly. “But I’m buying next time.”
Jihoon guided you toward the front doors of the building, his hand securely holding yours. “I’ll hold you to it.”
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elevator music
pairing — park jihoon x gn!reader
tags — fluff, comedy, tiiiny bit suggestive (mentions of a previous one night stand), inspired by that one scene from grey's anatomy, 2.2k words (whew), unedited
it's a thursday night.
a thursday night. and your lovely friend, hyunsuk, whom you love so dearly, has decided that it would be the perfect time to drag you along to his friend's party.
"how do i look?"
"good."
"you're not even looking at me."
you make a point of turning around just to glare at hyunsuk. he strikes a dramatic pose despite your hostility. looking like a colorful glittery unicorn threw up on him, hyunsuk always makes anything he wears look good, even if it were a plastic bag.
"you look good, hyunsuk," you say with a flat tone and a flat expression to go along with it.
"oh, cheer up, your paper isn't due for another week." originally resting on the tip of his nose, hyunsuk puts his pink glasses on top of his head. you have no clue as to why he would bring sunglasses to an indoor party. you can imagine his response would be along the lines of, "because fashion, duh," so you don't bother to ask.
"we have class tomorrow. an 8 a.m. class," you say pointedly.
hyunsuk gasps dramatically, as if surprised by your sentiment. "oh, calm down. it's a friend's birthday party. we have to go."
"it's your friend's birthday party. we don't have to go. you do."
hyunsuk narrows his eyes at you. "what?" you shrug. "i'm right."
hyunsuk shakes his head. "i only dragged you along because you were so hung up on that guy you had a one night stand with."
you roll your eyes. "i wasn't hung up on him."
"say that to my empty tub of ice cream." he deadpans.
hyunsuk grins victoriously when you remain quiet, unable to admit the truth behind his words.
it has been months since it happened. you couldn't seem to get him out of your mind after, resulting in multiple failed blind dates and plenty of disappointment. you refuse to reminisce any further. he wasn't even anything special, really. or so you tell yourself.
hyunsuk sighs. there's a change in his demeanor when he realizes you were pondering because of his retort. "listen, it was ages ago. maybe it's time you realize you're never gonna find him and move on."
you don't have time to reply as the elevator doors open. hyunsuk pulls you by the hand to approach the front door. even with it closed, you could hear the music clearly. for a second you wonder if hyunsuk's friend paid their neighbors off in advance just in case they filed a noise complaint.
hyunsuk doesn't bother to knock, immediately opening the door as if the apartment were his, a habit of his you have yet to come to terms with. it seems easy for him to navigate through the rooms, too, like he's been here a lot more often than you think. with you closely following behind, he snakes through the crowds in search of his friend.
you look around as you follow hyunsuk. it's odd how familiar you found this apartment layout. the living room, the kitchen next to it, the narrow balcony. you shrug it off; you have been to this particular building a couple times before since you do have a few friends residing here.
"happy birthday, bro!" you hear hyunsuk yell over the loud music.
pausing from scanning the area, your eyes land on the figure hyunsuk is currently dapping up. and they widen in realization when you get a good look at him.
it was none other than park jihoon. the guy you had a one night stand with. the round eyes, the curve of his nose, the pout of his lips—you could make his features out even with the obscure lighting, yet there is no telling if he recognizes you.
"jihoon, this is my friend." hyunsuk motions to you. "y/n."
"hi, nice to meet you." you hold out a hand. there's a slight tremor in your fingers, and you pray neither he nor hyunsuk don't notice.
he takes your hand and firmly shakes it. you're quick to pull away. "nice to meet you, too. i'm jihoon."
you give him a stiff nod. "happy birthday... jihoon."
you eye hyunsuk, who immediately turns back to jihoon to continue talking. unsurprisingly—thankfully—he is completely oblivious to the way you're acting. "i- um. i need to take this call," you point to your phone. you almost slapped a hand on your forehead at the dumb excuse. if it weren't for the loud music...
without waiting for their response, you hurriedly excuse yourself, leaving the two to themselves. you find yourself making your way to the balcony, letting out a huge sigh of relief when there's no one there.
your head immediately goes back to the sight of jihoon standing before your very eyes. you still can't believe it—the man you've been mulling over for an abnormally long time, the one you thought you'd never meet again, standing right before you.
"y/n."
you whip your head around. shit. shit, shit, shit, shit- "jihoon." you laugh awkwardly, trying to appear casual. "hi."
the balcony was just as dark as inside his apartment, but the lights from the buildings across you reflected on his eyes. you swear you catch a flicker of... something, in his eyes. you're not sure what it is. does he remember? did hyunsuk mention anything? you force a smile, hoping your face doesn't betray you.
"so... you're a friend of hyunsuk's?" he asks. he rests the palms of his hand on the railing while his head is turned to keep eye contact between him and you. he seems too nonchalant, his tone too guarded. there's something off about him, and you can't put your finger on why.
"huh?" your mind races to gather your thoughts; the sudden tension so, so palpable between the two of you. "yeah," you manage to say.
"right." jihoon nods slowly, eyes briefly scanning the city skyline beyond the balcony. the air between you crackles with awkward silence as you pray to the gods above to make hyunsuk come and intervene at this very moment. "i was wondering..." he starts tentatively, words trailing into silence.
you hold your breath, waiting for him to continue. his eyes are staring deeply into yours, but your movements are frozen in place.
jihoon shakes his head slightly. "nevermind."
the tension lingers, thickening the air around you both. the music from inside feels distant, like it's kilometers away from you. you let the silence continue despite its awkwardness.
"you want a drink?" jihoon finally breaks the silence, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
you had to stop yourself from releasing a relieved sigh. glancing at his cup, you ask, "is that beer?"
"no," chuckling, he holds the cup closer to you. "it's just juice. you hate beer. right?"
as you stand there, realization dawns on you. "you remember." your voice wavers slightly.
another moment of silence stretches between you, with the both of you staring at each other. you, blankly, while he, with a mischievous glint.
he remembers.
your cheeks immediately burn as your mind starts to race at record speed. did he remember parts of it? or all of it? you shiver at the thought, unable to keep your thoughts from spiraling. maybe he just remembers parts of it, and not all the small, steamy details. maybe he only remembers the broad strokes, and not the way your breath hitched when he kissed your neck. or the way his hands explored every inch of your skin. your thoughts provide little solace, and you feel your cheeks burn hotter.
"stop staring at me like that." you blurt out, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze while memories of the godforsaken night start rushing in.
"like what?" he tilts his head, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
"like that!" you throw your hands up exasperatedly. "like, like you've seen me naked!"
that's it. you've shot yourself in the foot. as if it were possible, more heat rushed to your cheeks as he chuckled at your stupid exclamation.
"you know what i mean!" you added quickly. you turn your face away, unable to handle the embarrassment. you make a wish for the ground to open up and swallow you right then.
jihoon's phone dings, breaking the moment. you let out a sigh of relief (out loud this time). he glances at it briefly before staring back at you, the same playful glint still in his eyes. "you wanna come get the pizza delivery with me?"
you raise an eyebrow, skeptical. "is this some sneaky way to try to get me in your bed again?" you mutter under your breath.
lucky for you, he heard you loud and clear. he starts inching closer to you, his face only a breath away. you can feel his hot breath fanning your skin, and it sends shivers down your spine. you gulp.
"why, you miss me?" he breathes out.
"i-" your words get stuck in your throat, heartbeat racing in your ears.
he finally breaks the tension by pulling away, laughing softly. "come on."
he motions for you to follow him, and you mindlessly start trailing behind him like a lost puppy. your mind is still wandering, not noticing how he's opening the doors for you and navigating through the crowd with his hand on your waist. the music from the party a distant buzz in your ears as you try to ground yourself.
you still can't believe it. one moment you were hung up about the guy you had a one night stand with, replaying every detail in your mind every day since like a broken cassette tape, and the next you are face to face with him. you are currently at his birthday party and you're fetching his pizza delivery with him. and most importantly, he remembers.
the way he looks at you, it all makes sense now. it was familiarity in his eyes all along. and maybe a hint of something else that you're still not quite sure what yet.
"aren't people gonna notice that you're gone?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly. you cough in attempt to mask it.
jihoon presses the button for the elevator. "nah." his hands are in his pockets as you wait for the elevator, exuding nonchalance as he brushes his hair back.
as you both step in, you are immediately greeted with the bossa nova groove of the elevator music. the soft, almost comical tune fills the elevator as both of you steal glances at each other, one turning away just as the other turns to look at them.
the doors open with a ding, and jihoon lets you step out first. both of you walk to the receptionist counter where the pizza delivery guy is waiting. after a tip and a quick thank you, you both head back to the elevator with the pizza boxes in hand.
"let me hold it," jihoon offers, reaching for the pizza box.
"no, it's fi-" jihoon stares deeply into your eyes, and you don't even realize that he has snatched the pizza boxes right out of your hands. "stop staring at me like that."
his eyes are fully trained on your lips now. "no, it's just- you smudged your lipstick. can i...?"
he takes your silence as approval. he reaches out gently, thumb brushing against the corner of your lip. you freeze, breath hitching as he carefully fixes your lipstick.
you stand still, frozen as his touch lingers on your skin. before you could process what was happening, he has shifted the pizza boxes to one hand, tilted your head up, and started leaning in. your lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss that deepens almost immediately. your entire body feels electric and your mind starts short-circuiting while your stomach somersaults over and over again. everything feels so intense; your skin feels like it's been lit by fire just with the single brush of his hand against your face. it feels so right.
as jihoon begins to pull away, you instinctively lean in for another, causing your noses to bump awkwardly. there's a pause before the two of you laugh. "so you do miss me," jihoon teases, eyes twinkling with amusement.
"shut up," you reply. you pretend to be annoyed, but the smile on your lips betray you.
he leans in again, kissing you like a man starved. a ding signifies the elevator doors opening, and both of you pull away abruptly.
"there's my pizza!"
there hyunsuk stood, grinning ear to ear. he rushes to retrieve the pizza from jihoon. to none of your surprise, he doesn't notice your smudged lipstick and jihoon's messy hair. too immersed in his own world, he skips happily back to jihoon's apartment with the pizza boxes, which earns a few chuckles from the both of you.
you and jihoon look at each other. the both of you share a knowing look, and this time, you let a genuine smile spread across your face. the unspoken understanding of what just happened lingers between you.
"so..." jihoon trails off.
"so..?"
jihoon smirks. "stay over?"
you laugh, catching how jihoon's smirk turns into a genuine smile at the sound of it. "okay."
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GOO KIM | VIN JIN | KWAK JIHAN| OLLY WANG | CHEON TAEJIN | RYUHEI KURODA | GITAE KIM | LEE JIHOON | NA JAEGYEON | JI GONGSEOP | KIM GAPRYONG | PARK JINYEONG | WOOIN | HWANGYEON CHOI | HYOUMA NAGASE | CHRIS D’CHAR | RYU JUWON | TAKEDA KAZUMA | SEONG TAEHOON
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jihoon whines softly as he shifts, warm cheek pressed against your arm. his fever broke hours ago, and yet he still seems too warm now. if it were junkyu, maybe you'd be a little upset at canceling your plans today to take care of him. but for the birthday boy? you just feel pity, and brush his hair back from his eyes again. he'd fallen in and out of sleep most of today until a few hours ago, and you didn't fight him when he begged for you to watch a movie with him.
"i'm sorry," his voice is soft, and he shuts his eyes as he snuggles against you. maybe he shouldn't get so close to you when he was probably still a little sick, but... neither of you seem to have an issue with it. "i ruined your day."
"hoony, its your day." you smooth his hair down, frowning for a moment. "i wasn't going to abandon you on your birthday."
yoshi and junkyu left the sharehouse hours ago. it's just the two of you, and neither of you seem to mind. jihoon just shuts his eyes again, snuggling in.
"still--"
"hold on, i made you something," you stop him before he can apologize again. you wiggle out of his grasp, and giggle a little when he reaches for you. "i'll be back in a minute, silly. you get whiny when you're sick, you know."
jihoon presses his lips together. once you're out of sight, he speaks up again, "there's actually something i want to tell you. i know this isn't good timing, but--"
and then you've returned with a cake you've clearly made yourself. the icing is messy, and the words are a little wonky, but his heart races all the same.
"happy birthday, jihoon," you say softly. "i hope this makes up for it."
he'll tell you tomorrow. tomorrow, he can kiss you properly if you'll let him. today... he'll just fight back the urge to cry and blame it on being sick.
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Merry Christmas? 👀🧣
I'll do the others characters too if I have time 🫶🏻
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HELLOO i would like to req sieun x confident/extroverted male reader!
i saw from your recent story about how sieun may like to hold hands when in a relationship , so could i possibly request a scenario whereby m!reader hold hands with sieun and he gets embarrassed about it! you can add actual plot if uw , but thats what i got :))
sieun never actually smiles so i'm gonna use jihoon gifs instead skdslk
pairing: kdrama!sieun x male!reader (he/him pronouns; masc reader) genre: fluff word count: 846
includes: established relationship, maybe weird ending (??), not proofread forgive me
a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))
feedback is always appreciated <33
a soft sigh escapes you as you shift to sit up a little straighter in your chair. you sleepily blink a few times in an attempt to wake yourself up as you continue reviewing your notes. your hand aches from hours of diligent notetaking and your neck burns from how long you’ve been hunched over.
sieun pauses momentarily, eyes shifting from his textbook to look at you before he continues. you rub a hand against the back of your neck as your pencil rolls to the side. you stretch your arms out before crossing them to create a makeshift pillow; leaning your head against your forearms.
“you shouldn’t lay like that,” sieun comments. his hand never stops writing and his eyes remain fixated on his still-open textbook, but his attention is completely on you. “it’s bad for your neck. at least bring a pillow or something next time.”
you resist the urge to complain as you push your notes away and lean back against your chair. your attention shifts from sieun’s barren dining room to the boy himself. his fringe perfectly frames his face as he continues scribbling down notes. his shoulders are hunched over similarly to yours, though he looks far less tense than you feel.
you reach over, carefully taking sieun’s hand into yours. he stops writing entirely when he feels your fingers trailing against his own. your nails gently scratch against his skin as you lift his left hand up, pressing fleeting kisses against each of his fingertips.
a deep blush begins to creep up his neck and across his face. sieun’s face burns at how nonchalant you are as you continue to play with his hand. you absentmindedly trace small shapes against the back of his hand as you shift to lean your head against his shoulder. your hair tickles against the exposed skin of his neck as you adjust your position next to him.
you intertwine your fingers together before resting your hand against the table, letting your eyes flutter closed as you relax against sieun. his lips just barely quirk upwards into a soft smile as he looks down at you. he watches for a few seconds as your breathing slowly evens out as he quickly scribbles down the rest of his notes before finally closing his textbook.
sieun carefully reaches down to put his notes away before pushing his backpack aside. he glances down at your still-sleeping figure for a final time as he reaches over to gently shake you awake.
you sleepily blink up at him when you finally awake, momentarily letting go to rub the tiredness out of your eyes. “sieun? what time is it?”
”it’s late,” he says as he pushes his chair back to stand up before gesturing for you to follow after him. “come on.” his arm lazily rests around your waist as you follow his lead, letting him guide you into his bedroom.
sieun reaches over to turn a lamp on his bedside table on, casting a golden glow across the room. a small desk sits in the corner surrounded by various notes and study guides taped onto the drywall. sheer, white curtains hang over the window, just exposing a small sliver of the dark night outside.
you slide underneath the blankets beside sieun, rolling to lay on your side to face him. he props his head up with a pillow as he shuffles closer to you. his bed had never seemed so small before.
you softly smile at him, moving even closer until your arm rests gingerly against his waist. sieun awkwardly tucks your head beneath his chin as a content sigh escapes you. he remains wide awake despite the dark room; the only noise is your slow breathing as you slowly begin to fall into a deep sleep.
“y/n?” he whispers into the quiet. you don’t react, giving him the confidence to continue. “i think… i’m in love with you.” sieun immediately tenses as the words leave his lips. though he’s only talking to the moonlight, he can’t help the unfamiliarity in each of your loving gestures.
“you’re so handsome, and kind… you’re everything i’ve ever wanted in a boyfriend. even when i didn’t know i wanted anything.” he pauses, hesitantly pulling you closer. “i just… i love you.”
sieun’s heart beats erratically in his chest when you stir slightly, moving ever so closer to him. he can just barely make out the soft smile tugging at your lips. “i love you too,” you murmur.
he freezes, tensing up even more. “you’re awake?”
“it’s a little hard not to be when you’re so stiff,” you tease, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “feels like laying against a door.” sieun’s blush deepens as you reach up, resting a gentle hand against his cheek. you stroke your thumb against his soft skin with a soft smile. “can i kiss you?”
sieun’s breath hitches in his throat momentarily. his face burns as he hesitantly nods. you smile as you slowly lean in to gently pull him into a sweet kiss.
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Soft and fluffy bf!treasure Jihoon pleaseee
𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬
Pairing: Jihoon x fem!reader
Genre: Fluff, established relationship
Warning: None
Notes: Hope you like it, anon! Thanks for requesting. 🥰
Work id, wallet, sunglasses, phone and headphones.
Okay, I’ve got everything. Y/n thought as she looked through her bag.
“I’m going now, honey! I’ll be back at 6:30!” She talked loudly, so her boyfriend could hear her from their shared bedroom, where he was getting dressed to start with his day too.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, love?” He asked as he walked out of the door and towards her.
“Oh, right.” She grabbed his cheeks and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, leaving him shooked and red as a tomato. A sight that Y/n didn’t see often, it was usually the other way around.
“I meant this, but thanks.” He pointed to the bowl where they kept their car keys.
“Oh.” She giggled. “Oops.”
“My turn.” He gave hugged her softly by the waist and gave her a kiss on the cheek, making her blush.
“I’ll see you later.” They smiled at each other “Have a great day, my love.”
“You too, honey.”
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no regrets
pairing: jihoon x gn!reader
prologue: when you finally open up your heart, jihoon has a logic. perhaps things can be made better at a ghosted book store.
genre: fluff + friends to lovers
wordcount: 897
warnings: slight age difference even though both are adults
"No! That's mine!" You whined at the older male as he teased you by threatening to devour the chocolate bar in his hands.
"Maybe it was." He commented, emphasising on the past tense.
"If you don't give it to me I won't think twice before ruining your white shirt with this weird mix of yellow, blue and green paint. It's acrylic." You warned him with an evil smirk.
"Will you?" He teased you again.
You inched your paintbrush's tip dangerously close to his clothing, and Jihoon's eyebrows started to furrow in response.
"There you go, all right." He gave in right away.
He offered you a bite since your hands were preoccupied with the colours in front of you.
"Don't drop it, they are gonna charge you for the amends." He warned you in a whisper. Perhaps painting at a bookstore was a bad idea.
"Nobody is listening, there's no one here." You spoke casually.
The atmosphere was filled with the smell of old paper and wood emanating from the dozen shelves that were arranged all around you. Jihoon leaned against one of them, using it to support his back while you sat next to him. The owner of the place wouldn't mind you two being there when no one else was here either, you were never the type to draw on books.
You had known Jihoon ever since you were a toddler, he was your neighbour's son. Even though he was four years older than you, you both enjoyed great chemistry.
The differences in preferences, from conversation topics to lifestyle choices, were noticeable in the younger years but given the present time they were more or less similar, you both were now adults, after all.
Jihoon's attention from his book was diverted at the sight of you struggling to keep your hair in place.
"Did you shampoo your hair today?" He mocked again but his laughter was quickly brought to an end as you raised the brush again.
"Which book are you reading?" You leaned your head to the side to have a better look as you peered into the pages.
"Something your dumb brain wouldn't understand." He spoke, without lifting his eyes from the words that were tying down all his interest.
"Tskk!" You voiced as your hair flicks slid through and in front of your eyes, again, caused by the motion of the head
Jihoon closed his book, tipped his body in your direction, and reached out to tuck your hair back in place.
His face was close, albeit not too close or too far away, giving you a view of his face. In a snap of a moment, you felt different, even though on the inside you knew you had been suppressing what you felt for him.
Ever since you came of age, Jihoon seemed more than just a friend.
As he fixed your hair, you poked the heart-shaped mole on his cheek. He made eye contact with you and grinned in response to your action.
Maybe this was the right time.
You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his soft, pink ones. It was only a peck. The two of you paused for a brief second, not moving. You softly slammed your lips to his again, this time the contact lasted longer, the lips started to move in sync with each other, eyes closed and an odd surge of hormones was coursing through your body.
Jihoon abruptly pulled back as he shook his head. "No!" He breathed, his eyes never meeting yours. "This is not right, Y/N. You’re younger than me." He reasoned.
"I'm an adult. I know what I am doing." You protested back.
"I'm four years older than you!" His voice held emotions.
You backed off, showing him a subtle yet apologetic smile. "If you think that's right."
Jihoon was buried in thought, so he remained silent for the next few minutes, increasing your tension. Would this act end all of your past dynamics? For some reason, however, your gut held no regrets.
The hands of the clock moved to indicate the passing of more time. Silence still prevailed, and you joined Jihoon in staring into a blank space.
"What are you thinking about?" You asked.
"About us." He said.
"Huh?" You gained back your focus.
"This is so wrong." He repeated.
"I'm sorry. let's just forget it happened-"
He cut you off. "I can't convince my heart." He confessed.
"I like you Y/N, but I can't help but think of how wrong it would be."
"Why would it be wrong?" You questioned again, proceeding to give him a reason by yourself. "We are both adults, and what's wrong with loving each other? It's not a crime." You explained.
"The age difference. What if you regret being with me after some years?" Jihoon was very emotional yet serious about this.
"Then I'll have to call you grandpa for the rest of our lives." You said playfully, taking his hand in yours.
"No regrets." You promised.
"No regrets." He repeated as he opened his arms, and heart for you.
You wasted no time in falling into his embrace, without taking notice of one thing. The paint.
"This was my favourite shirt!" He whined, again.
"Oops." You pouted.
Jihoon took the brush away from your hand, using it to make a heart shape on your cheek, making you both blush like idiots.
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☆ 1:05 am - park jihoon
getting stuck underneath a bus stop as rain pours is not how you imagine a night out with your friends would end. you completely lost all hope that the rain would end any time soon.
you sat down on one of the benches. got out your phone and went to the weather forecast.
severe rain storms are headed towards seoul. expect rainfall at 12:55 am. rain expected to end at 2:20 am.
great. the rain is supposed to end in an hour. what are you supposed to do? you might as well start running home in the rain if you wanna get home and get some sleep before your 9 am class.
you were rethinking my choices until another person showed up. it was a boy who seemed your age. you examined his face. his hair was stuck on his forehead due to the rain.
you looked away as he now started looking at you. awkward. you were about to step out in the rain before he said something.
“don’t tell me your about to run out in the rain”.
“what other choice do i have? i have to get up early for my 9 am class”. you looked at him again. you saw his face a lot clearer. you feel like you’ve seen him around somewhere.
“park jihoon. nice to meet you” he said as he extended his hand out. “y/n. same goes to you” you said as you accepted his hand shake.
“i feel like i’ve seen you around somewhere” he added “did you maybe go to decelis high?”. i nodded slowly.
“now i know where i saw you! you were that one girl that got into a fight with a boy after he pushed down your friend!” jihoon said. i chuckled slightly.
“i can’t believe we meet again!” jihoon said.
talking with jihoon was so much fun. you didn’t even realize the rain had stopped. you looked down at your phone.
2:30 am.
“i guess the rain stopped” jihoon said as he stood up. you were slightly disappointed.
“it was fun talking to you jihoon” you said as you stood up as well. “it was. how about i give you my number so we can meet again soon” he said as he got out his phone and showed you his phone number.
“got it” you smiled at him.
“you should probably go now. don’t wanna wake up late for your 9 am class” jihoon teased. “bye jihoon” you looked at him one last time before you left.
maybe getting stuck in the rain wasn’t so bad.
AUTHORS NOTE : how did y’all like it? as i said, im not the best writer but i tried my best. sorry if it seemed a bit rushed. hope you guys liked it :).
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I think I'll finish the boyfriend pictures series soon. What kind of series should I do next? Do you have something in your mind?
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Jihoon- Welcome to the Park family pt.3 (final)
-picture not mine. Don’t judge me the meme was too good not to use anyways enjoy~-
-at school-
It’s been a few days since I’ve started living in the Park’s mansion and I’m proud to say I’ve successfully been avoiding and ignoring Jihoon ever since mom and Mr. Park left for their business trip. And how do I do that you ask? Easy. I wake up 3 hours early for school, preparing my stuff the night before. I buy my breakfast at a nearby convenience store since mom gave me enough allowance for that and I exit through the backyard where one of the maids told me one time while showing me around the house. And at school? He’s too popular to stoop down to my level. And even when he sees then tries to approach me. All I have to do is say ‘oh is that Park Jihoon?’ And girls appear out of nowhere, left and right as they chase him down the hallway or try to get his attention. Giving me the chance to escape. Easy peasy.
Walking through the halls at 7 a.m. the quiet warmth of the morning suns greets me and the cool morning breeze makes contact with my skin, and the dimly lit hallway compliments the atmosphere of the few quietly grumbling students, who were complaining about their morning classes with some annoying teacher. Holding onto the straps of my bag I find my way to my locker. Putting the combination to my padlock and taking out the textbooks needed for the rest of the morning, closing my locker shut I was taken aback by a person seemingly leaning next to my locker.
“Holy-“ I stop myself from almost cussing and take a step back still a little startled “Jihoon” I say breathlessly clenching my chest at the silent jump scare he gave me. “Y/N” he replies shortly. “You’re here early” I calmly say playing it off nicely. “I could say the same about you”. Standing with his bag over his shoulder, holding onto a strap with his hand and the other buried in his pocket as he deflects my question. “Right, well I gotta go bye!” Walking away as fast as I could and escape him only to be grabbed by the strap of my bag. “We need to talk” closing my eyes shut, I sigh in defeat. “There’s nothing to talk about.” I reply facing him with a stern face. “You’ve been avoiding me.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about” as I stood my ground Jihoon grew frustrated. “You know what I’m talking about.” He combs a hand through his hair, puffing a breath. “Is this about what I said?” “No.” snarkly replying at his question I remember the exact words he said and the feeling of being mad at him suddenly came back and so I try to walk off again to avoid drama. Is he being serious right now? Obviously it’s about what he said. But Jihoon didn’t let me go as he then swiftly grabs me by the arm “I’m sorry” I scoff at his apology. He thinks he can fix this with a sorry? Tough luck. I pull my arm back harshly “You’re sorry?” I scoff once more. “Ok. Fine.Let’s talk.” I tug on my shirt to fix it as a bored expression was written on my face. “You’re sorry for what? For what happened a few days ago? Are you sorry for being a jerk to me or for talking down on my mother?” And as he stood there, his face seemingly thinking of an answer. “Both. I’m sorry for being a jerk and for talking down on Mrs. Lee.” a little taken aback as that was the first time I heard him say my last name properly but I mask off the thought with a stern face. “And I’m sorry I didn’t of what I said.” Jihoon says actually sounding a bit..genuine. He looks away lightly blushing and I stare him down curiously and this time I guess..I’m a little less mad. I stood still…silently staring at him. Not saying anything as he also stood there awkwardly kicking the floor. And I guess he grew tired of it. “Look it’s just..hard with all of this happening and I know it doesn’t excuse my behavior.”
He says, kicking his foot against the floor again growing shy all of a sudden. I’ve never seen him so honest and…vulnerable? “Aren’t you gonna say anything??” Finally facing me, the blush on his cheeks hard enough to be a tomato and I was unable to think of anything to say at the moment. What can I say, this is a rare side I see of him. “Well, I guess I can forgive you.” I say shortly after. His eyes lit up with hope and for a moment a smile grew on his face. “Really?!” “No” I turn my back against him, walking away to try and toy with him. But of course Jihoon catches up to me “Wait! Don’t you wanna hear me out or-” “Not really..” “Y/NNN!” Jihoon shouts in frustration as visible in his voice and I try to hold a laugh from escaping “Alright alright whatt ??” I chuckle, turning around as I try to hear him out. He then in return takes a few steps closer to me. His expression different this time. Seemingly more serious. And all the while I stare at him questionably. “I don’t like them dating because..” slowly, he holds out his hand and I stare at it passively. What does he want me to do with it? Shake it? But Jihoon doesn’t wait for a response, taking my hand in his. “It means I don’t get to have you.”
He says, gently caressing the back of my hand “because I liked you first” as those words left his mouth his eyes gaze into mine, searching for an answer and that was when my mind went crazy. whattt is he talking about! Staring at him in disbelief, wide-eyed as I try to process the words he said. Park Jihoon liking me? “You..like me?” He then inches closer to my face placing a quick peck on my lips. “Every single time of the day...” A tint of red lightly appears on my cheeks as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and I place a hand over my mouth, shocked at the thing he just did. But I mean..I’m not mad..
“You keep making me desperate and…I’m falling for you.”
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late night visitor
pairing: non-idol!jihoon x gn!reader (ft roommate!hyunsuk)
prompt: " 11 & 14 with park jihoon trsr please!” - anon [from these prompts]
word count: 0.7k~
warnings: no proofreading & intentional lowercase. rain/storm mentions.
daisy’s notes: idk why most of my ideas are rain-based rn. probably bc i want it to rain. its too hot here :(
the sound of someone trying to buzz into your apartment was enough to startle you late at night.
if you had thought about it, there was only one nuisance in your life that would wake you up this early by buzzing you over and over. but with several hours of sleep weighing down your decision-making process, you’d settled for grabbing your housemate’s baseball bat (given to him by one of his friends because hyunsuk just happens to be kind of short, he “needed the advantage” that hyunsuk had laughed off but kept in the hallway anyway) and making your way to check to see who was outside. the person had turned to knocking incessantly at this point, and you tightened your grip around the bat as you stepped down into the doorway and peeked through the spyglass.
only to see the idiot and love of your life standing outside, soaking wet. you groaned, unlatching the lock and pulling the door open to see him immediately brighten up.
as much as you loved him and found that look on his face endearing... you didn’t like being woken up.
“hoonie.”
“hi baby,” he smiled. “can i come in?”
“it’s three in the morning.”
he gasped in mock-offense, “so you’d turn your shivering boyfriend away? ah... where’s hyunsuk? he’d let me in.”
“sleeping, probably,” you said. after a moment, you stepped aside to let him step inside. after your door was shut and latched tight again, you stepped around him and up out of the entryway, folding your arms across your chest. “why didn’t you call?”
“you didn’t pick up.”
... fuck, you needed to check your ringer again. maybe there was a little good in being spooked awake by your boyfriend if it meant you could turn your phone up for your morning alarms.
you sighed, telling him to wait there as you made your way to the bathroom. with towels in hand, you returned to jihoon and threw one over his face. “so why are you here?”
“got off work late,” he said, voice wobbly as you began to dry his hair for him. “someone called in sick. i kept trying to get junkyu but he wouldn’t answer at first.”
ah. that made sense, at least. junkyu worked the morning shifts at the convenience store jihoon worked at. something about it working better with his schedule. you wracked your brain to remember who usually worked the eight-hour shift from ten to six in the morning.
then it clicked. jihoon was supposed to get off at ten. he’d been working five extra hours because no one else would answer--and junkyu had likely been his last choice to come in hours early for work. you let out a sigh, pressure increasing slightly with your aggravation.
“what do i do with you?” you could hear him laugh at your words. “i mean it! you should have called your manager and let her handle it.”
“it’s okay,” he said, pulling the towel back from his face. “i get to see you this way.”
although three in the morning wasn’t your ideal time for anyone to visit, let alone your boyfriend... you couldn’t argue too much with that. he smiled at you, and you rolled your eyes before giving him a once-over. his clothes were still wet...
“go take a shower,” you said, pulling away from him. “i don’t even know why i was drying your hair like this.”
he laughed. “because you love me,” he said, catching you by the arm. with ease, he pulled you back into his arms despite your protests. “that’s why you let me in.”
true on both accounts, you let out another groan. “you’re wet!”
he merely squished you tighter to his chest, not caring that he was soaking your shirt in the process. “mmm... looks like we should both take a shower now.”
with a roll of your eyes, you smacked his arm again. “i’m,” you started, “going back to bed. i’ll leave some clothes out for you. don’t take too long.”
(and sure enough, he was in your bed within the next half hour, clean and warm as he used you as his own personal teddy bear again. as much as he teased you... you liked it when he was softer with you, behind closed doors. even if he would pinch your side and laugh when you squirmed, kissing you one last time before settling in for sleep.)
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does anyone here writes park jihoon stuff? 🥹 (not trsr rn, even tho hes my bias)
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keep it quiet - choi seungcheol
“you gotta keep it quiet for me baby”
pairing ; bf!seungcheol x fem!reader
genre ; smut (MDNI), porn w minimal plot, fluff towards the end, est relationship, secret relationship
warnings ; swearing, soft dom cheol, pillow princess reader, unprotected sex (pls keep it safe</3), soft sex, groping, sucking, praise kink (f and m), begging, fingering, sorta manhandling, marking, mention of seokmin jerking off and pictures being taken
wordcount ; 2.1k
synopsis ; you and seungcheol never liked taking risks, especially with 8 of his 12 roommates home. but, up until your self control couldn’t handle it anymore, you both found it was best to keep it quiet.
read below the cut !
despite being together for a year now, neither yours or seungcheols friends knew. though, you both would post a little corny caption on social media hinting towards one another, none of your friends were able to connect the dots.
except miyeon or seungkwan, they had their suspicions at times but you were still able to keep them from knowing.
cheol had always liked things private, finding it best to keep what’s closest to him, closest to him. you were the same way, and you weren’t sure what or how your friends would act, so for the sake of your own anxiety you both decided to keep your relationship secret.
so, you were celebrating your one year anniversary. it was big for the two of you, yet you still kept the celebration to a minimum.
seungcheol had taken you to your favorite restaurant, then a small ice cream parlor before heading to the park to talk and enjoy one another.
that was, until he realized his roommates all were busy for the day and thought it would be a good idea to take you home with him.
of course, you had been there before with your friends seeing as your circle was intersecting with one another, but you had never been there by yourself, not wanting to take the risk.
but cheol wanted to take advantage of this, with all 12 of his roommates busy for the whole day, you could do whatever you wanted and he’d have you home by the time they came back.
or so he thought.
you were under seungcheol, his hand clamped tightly over your mouth to suppress your moans as he slowly but deeply thrusted into you.
the way you looked up at him with those hazy eyes had him over the moon, he knew he hit the jackpot when he fell for you.
the way you clenched around him so tightly had him releasing even the slightest low whimpers.
he removed his hand from your mouth to support himself up to thrust into you at a better angle.
seungcheol pushed one of your legs up to your chest and reveled in how good you felt, sucking on his tip as he plunged back into you deeply with a small groan.
neither of you expected for soonyoung, chan, joshua, mingyu, wonwoo, jeonghan, jun, and especially not jihoon to come home all at the same time.
with the 8 of them scattered around the dorm, you did your best to bite back any sounds but cheol was fucking into you too good it was hard not to have any reaction.
your eyes rolled back as you let out an almost too loud mewl while he hit that one spot that had you arching your back.
he immediately jolted at the sound that left your throat, it was too pretty, but only for him to hear.
seungcheol slowed down his pace and released your leg, not letting your high slip away while still going slow enough for you not to make any noise.
you reached down to rub your clit as you groaned at the loss of friction before he softly slapped your hand.
“no touching.”
“i cant! its not enough!” you cried out as you felt cheol slip his cock out, and replace it with his fingers.
he slowly pushed two of his fingers into you, letting out a shaky breath at how tightly you sucked him in despite all the foreplay earlier.
“were my fingers not enough for you earlier? god. you’re as tight as a virgin.” he groaned as he watched how your slick coated his fingers. “you’re absolutely dripping for me.” he scoffed.
“only for you,” you whimpered. “need your cock, please.” you begged, digging your nails into his bicep.
“you gotta keep it quiet for me baby. you don’t want them finding out, do you?”
you let out a choked sob as he began to pick up the pace, the sound of his fingers moving against your wetness being the only audible thing in the room.
seungcheol leaned his head down to wrap his lips around your hardened nipple, swirling his tongue around it before taking your whole tit into his mouth as he massaged the inside of your walls.
“fuck. so good cheol. feel so good..”
“yeah?”
he began to relentlessly finger fuck you, biting his lip at the little sounds that escaped your lips as you did the best you could to be quiet.
“you gonna be a good girl for me?”
“ill be a good girl. yours! just, need you in me. please.” you whimpered before throwing your head back into the cotton pillow as cheol mercilessly hit your soft spot.
you clenched around nothing in sensitivity before he had slipped his dick back into you slowly, never missing the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head in pleasure.
he began to slowly thrust into you again, almost a little too hard though as the headboard of the bed began to tap against the wall, almost too risky as jeonghans room was on the other side.
he didnt want to end up like seokmin, who they found jerking off after some wet dream in his room. they had barged in before taking some pictures and leaving.
privacy really was non existent in this household. good thing seungcheol made sure the door was locked out of paranoia.
“c-cheol. the wall.” you managed to get out.
he said nothing, but flipped you over so his back was pressed against the mattress and you were sitting on top of him.
you began to move your hips against his, grinding deep onto his cock before it got too much for you after such a short amount of time.
cheol always knew you were a pillow princess at heart.
he pulled you down so you could rest on his chest while he moved his hips up into you slowly.
seungcheol pressed a kiss on top of your head as you tried your best to meet his thrusts.
you sat up, propping yourself up by having your hands flat against his chest.
you both knew you wouldn’t be able to finish off if you did all the work, so you continued to meet him half way, moving your hips down as he thrusted up into you.
seungcheol moved back up to rest his head up a bit so he was slightly upright, sticking his tongue out to suck on your tit again, using one hand to fondle and grope at the one getting lesser attention, while using his other hand to tightly grip at your waist.
you looked down at him, a suppressed moan escaping your lips as you relished in the sight beneath you. your beautiful boyfriend under you, looking up into your eyes with the utmost attractive gaze while he licked and sucked at your chest.
“fuck. you’re so pretty under me. make me feel so good cheol. so so good.” you managed to whisper, the pleasure getting to your head as you felt the band in your stomach ready to snap at any moment.
“y/n. ‘m close.” he mumbled as he moved to leave marks up on your neck.
“inside.”
his eyes widened in surprise, “are you sure?”
“please cheol.” you sighed with a shaken up voice that came out more as an elongated moan.
that was all it took for him to go over the edge, his warm seed being released into you, coming out in thick white ropes.
he enveloped your lips into a soft kiss before letting out a twisted grin, or whatever that was as he was still pussy drunk via post orgasm. your eyebrows raised as you knew that stupid look on his face meant he was up to no good.
seungcheol pulled out of you, ignoring how his cum leaked out of your sopping wet hole, before grabbing your waist tightly and flipping you over so you were on your back once more, before he slipped back into you so he was sure to drive you over the edge without making any noise, deep and slow, yet fast enough so you could feel your high approaching.
“c-cheol. im close. so close.” you whined.
he moved a hand down to rub at your clit with the pad of his thumb aggressively, as you let out an exasperated sigh.
“so good for me, pretty girl. youre my baby arent you? my pretty baby.” he cooed softly as he felt you release all over him, thrusting into you slowly to ride out your high.
“such a good girl. cheols good girl. there you go. let cheol take care of you hmm?” he hummed, pressing his lips together into a smile.
you whimpered at the empty feeling of nothing as he pulled out to lie down next to you, pulling you into a hug as you kissed his cheek.
“hold on.” he told you as he heard his phone buzz.
broz b4 hoezzz🥶🥶😴💤
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hanniez ; @/coupz ? you want anything or not unless u jus want the leftovers, we can drop it off to your office
gyuz ; @/coupz ??
cheol smirked as he showed you the chat room displayed on his phone, not even realizing they had all left earlier. “one more round?”
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never lose me • ljh
pairing: woozi x f!reader, established relationship
genre: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI!! slight angst, fluff, miscommunication
synopsis: it’s been awhile since you’ve gotten jihoon alone, and a sundress is all it takes for him to realize how much he misses and is obsessed with you
warnings: pwp, unprotected p in v, oral (f), riding, fingering, reader wears a dress, they say ‘i love you’ a lot, mild angst, fluff, buff woozi, long haired woozi
a/n: i love woozi. unedited of course
jihoon knows he’s in trouble the moment you step out into the living room in a baby pink sundress that clings to your chest and gives you a lift, your hair tossed up in a loose updo, donning gold jewelry, and a smile that makes him physically weak. his chest swells with love and desire, a deep sense of yearning overtaking his being.
he’s been distant lately, he knows. working late nearly every night and leaving early in the morning. sometimes, he doesn’t even make it home and ends up sleeping at the studio or at the dorms, despite having his own place with you. he’s been meaning to make it up to you—he bought you a few things, though he knows the key to your heart isn’t material things—though he hasn’t really found the time (or out in much effort) to do so, other than offering to take you to the farmers market today since you mentioned it awhile ago and he never went with you.
looking at you now, he’s overwhelmed with the information that he’s very much in love with you, and that you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. “are you ready?” you ask him, a soft smile on your face. jihoon swallows and nods, standing up from the couch and wiping his palms on his jeans. he places a hand on the small of your back and places a gentle kiss on your jaw.
"you look pretty," he says softly, removing his hand from your back to hold onto yours. you blush and thank him, feeling an ego boost that he at least noticed. it’s been hard interacting with him since when you do see him, it’s short and brief. you understand that he’s busy, and understand he needs his time and space to work—you’ve never taken issue with that—but you do miss him, more than anything.
the drive to the farmers market is short, and you do most of the talking, catching him up on things you know he’s missed, whether it be things going on in your life, or in the pop culture word. he’s quiet, but he hangs onto every word you say even if it’s not about you and your life. it makes him realize just how gone he’s been, and he starts to feel guilty and like the worlds worst boyfriend.
“ji, you okay?” you question, tapping his leg. he looks down at your hand and grabs it with his right, squeezing it. he glances over at you and sees the concern on your face and begins to feel worse.
“yeah, yeah im fine,” he says unconvincingly. you know him better than that—probably better than he knows himself—and you know something is there under the surface, but you never push him unless you feel like he needs to be pushed. rather than forcing the truth out of him, you leave it alone.
soon enough, he’s pulling into the designated parking lot for the farmers market, and the two of you are getting out of his car and walking hand in hand through the street. it’s a bright day, and there are many people, families, and dogs milling about. “ji, we should get a dog,” you say when another toy poodle passes by the two of you. he chuckles and shakes his head lightly. “cmon, it would be like prep for when we have an actual kid.” you say casually, a twinkle in your eye.
the breath gets caught in jihoons throat and his cheeks flush. the two of you have talked about having kids before, but not recently. the fact that you’d still consider him to be the father of your children makes him feel warm and hopeful that he isn’t a total screw up of a partner.
“i’ll think about it,” jihoon says, swallowing. your grin at him and grab ahold of jihoons hand to drag him over to a booth. he lets you guide him, his brain still stuck on the comment about kids. he wants kids, especially with you, and now he can’t seem to think of anything else.
and he lets you guide him to whichever booth you want. you lead him to a booth that sells fresh produce, and he stays close by to you while you pick things out. he can’t help but watch you move and feel an ache deep inside of him, a strong sense of yearning for you despite the fact that he has you. “i’m gonna try to bake something this week, what do you want?” you ask jihoon, picking up a carton of strawberries.
turning, you have an expectant look on your face until you see your boyfriend looking extremely… sad. like a little puppy, his eyes wide and his mouth downturned into a small frown. “baby, what’s wrong?” you ask, placing a hand on his arm.
jihoon opens his mouth and closes it before trying again, taking a step closer to you. he slips an arm around your waist to rest on the small of your back, dropping his mouth close to your ear. “i love you,” he murmurs, mouth ghosting over your jaw in a soft kiss.
you smile and tilt your head to look up at him. “i love you too, baby,” you say, placing a kiss on his lips this time. you don’t really mind PDA—jihoon does, though he’s not complaining right now. he wonders if anybody else can hear how hard his heart is beating in his chest, and whether you can feel it, because it feels like it’s going to beat out of his chest.
once you two pull away, you go back to picking our fruit and jihoon goes back to swooning and yearning over you. but he wanders around the booth and grabs some vegetables that he can meal prep with, and finds you when he’s done. you tell him what you’re going to make for the week—blueberry lemon loaf—and then the two of you bound up to the counter to pay. jihoon hands the person behind the counter his card with ease.
afterwards, you pull him to more booths and he follows you closely, letting you wander around but never keeping you out of his line of sight. he can’t keep his mind off of you right now, he's so overwhelmed by you, and he wishes he could get a handle on himself right now. he's so consumed with the fact that you still want to have kids with him, about the fact that your dress is much too tight in the chest and its turning him to mush.
jihoon glances around and finds a spots a florists tent only a few feet away. you're preoccupied with looking at handmade jewelry that he's able to quickly slip away without you noticing. jihoon's eyes quickly scan the bouquets, reaching for a large one full of white, pink, and yellow flowers. he holds them for a second before setting them back where he found them and walking up to the people who run the booth. "hi, do you guys have any bouquets with peonies?" he asks, tucking his hands into his jean pockets.
the woman smiles and stands up, already walking over to another display of flowers. "yes! we have bouquets made up of entirely bouquets–like this," she holds up a band of pink peonies to show jihoon. "or we have a few that contain peonies, but not nearly as many. depends on what you like." she finishes happily, a polite smile on her face. jihoon's eyes dart between both bouquets, a crease forming in between his eyebrows. "is it a special occasion? person?" the florist asks, trying to help jihoon out.
"they're for my girlfriend. she likes pink," he says, reaching for the bouquet of mixed flowers. theres pink peonies, white roses, and a third pink flower he can't identify. "i think i'll just get these." the florist nods and leads jihoon back to the counter to pay. he hands her his card and rocks eagerly back and forth on his heels, feeling a semblance of normalness for the first time today.
taking the flowers, a sense of pride swells in his chest at the mere thought of handing them to you, in seeing the expression on your face when he gives you the bouquet.
when jihoon gets closer to the booth he left you in, his eyes search for you, but he is unable to see you. his eyebrows furrow, but he keeps his panic at bay–you're a grown woman after all, and you definitely could not have gone far since he was hardly gone for more than five minutes. he'll find you.
like a dog with a squeaker toy, his ears perk up at the sound of laughter. but it's not just any laughter, its one that he'd probably be able to pick out even amongst a chorus of people laughing. its the sound of laughter that always makes him want to start laughing; its infectious, and sweet, and its yours. its laughter that comes from your chest, and he can just imagine what you look like: eyes squinty, teeth showing, cheeks round. his stomach churns with butterflies at the mere thought of it.
jihoon follows the sound, gaze landing upon you in a few seconds. but he stops short when he sees why you are laughing. a man stands close to you, a bit too close, marveling at the fact that he was able to elicit such a sound from you. now, jihoon isn't a regularly jealous guy, nor is he possessive. but he sees the way the man looks at you, watches his eyes drop down to your chest for a split second while you're busy talking about something and not quite paying him any attention. the butterflies that once inhabited his stomach vanish, and the churning stems from elsewhere. he swallows and runs a hand through his long, dark hair, and finishes making his way to you.
the man notices jihoon before you do, and he makes his presence known by slipping a hand onto the small of your back. with a start, you almost accuse the man of trying to pull a fast one on you until you turn and see jihoon, immediate relief and relaxation washing over you. "oh! baby, you scared me," you say, sliding closer to him. you notice the flowers in his hand and you break out into a smile. "for me?" you ask.
jihoon smiles sheepishly and nods, but he keeps his eyes trained on the stranger. you notice jihoons attention divert and follow his gaze, lips parting, ready to introduce to two of them but you stop short once you realize you don’t even know the man’s name and that he just started talking to you. “uh,” you start, a shy smile on your face.
“ill leave you two to it,” he says, throwing up an awkward thumbs up and slipping off to wherever he came from. you look at jihoon and get help the laugh that escapes you, dropping a hand onto his shoulder.
“that was so awkward!” you say, hugging the flowers to your chest. jihoon gives you a halfhearted chuckle, the corner of his lip dragging upward before immediately falling into a flat line. he’s not upset, especially not with you. there’s a bunch of emotions swarming through him today, and that man only added fuel to the fire. he feels like he’s on borrowed time with you and can’t get ahold of anything.
a frown takes over your face at your boyfriends mood, your frustration growing. “jihoon, what is wrong?” you ask, voice hushed because of the public setting. he glances around and takes a step closer to you, arm snaking around your waist.
“it’s nothing, i promise,” he says, voice low. jihoon places a consolidation kiss on your cheek, but you don’t believe him. it’s bullshit and both of you know that you know that, but you don’t say anything because you really do just want to enjoy this day with him.
the two of you wander around the farmers market for a few more hours, jihoon hardly leaving your side of letting you out of his sight for too long. he is hyper aware of who talks to you, where their eyes linger and for how long. it’s extremely out of character, this level of possession he’s displaying. it’s not him, but he’s extremely on edge.
you notice it, of course. his hand rarely leaves the small of your back unless you wrap yourself around his arm. he’s not nearly this close and clingy to you, but it doesn’t necessarily bother you—his possessive behavior, though, is where you’re stumped. you’re now 101% sure that he’s been bullshitting you all day. again, you don’t say anything and choose to just embrace him being all over you, especially since it’s been awhile that you’ve been able to get time with him.
after a few hours of walking in platform sandals, your feet start to ache. the two of you have gone to nearly every booth at the market, and have seen the crowd die down. “my feet are killing me,” you say, flexing your toes.
“are you ready to go home?” jihoon asks, rubbing small circles into your lower back.
“yeah, i think so. we basically saw everything, right?” you ask, the two of you already heading back in the direction of the parking lot. jihoon nods, slipping his hand from your back to intertwine your fingers together. you glance over at him and smile, grateful for the time you’ve had with him today despite his strange attitude. “i love you, you know?” you say, bumping your shoulder with his.
jihoon smiles, looking down at that ground. “i love you too,” he says softly, the tips of his ears reddening. the two of you make it back to the car and jihoon opens the trunk to put the tote bag of stuff in the back. you wait for him, grabbing his arm and pulling him into a kiss when he closes the back. he holds onto your sides tightly, fingers lightly bunching up the loose fabric of your dress. you press your chest against his own, your nipples peaked and sensitive against the fabric of your dress mixed with the friction of his tshirt.
jihoon feels his mind go blank for a second, almost like he’s a virgin again when he feels your nipples through your dress. he hadnt realized how thin the material was, or what you weren’t wearing a bra, and now that changes everything about today, about the feeling of you in his hands, about the stares you received from strangers. it makes him more agitated and pathetically hard, though the latter makes him feel guilty for even thinking about you in that way when he’s barely spent real quality time with you.
pulling back, you place a soft hand on the side of his face, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. jihoon relaxes against your touch, letting out a small breath that makes you smile. “i’ve missed you,” he murmurs, grip tightening on your hip.
you hum, placing your other hand against his chest. you flatten it over his right pec before gently dragging your nails over his clothed skin. “prove it,” you say, tone sultry. you flick your eyes up to meet his own and he swallows, his erection straining against his pants. if you notice it, you don’t make it known, just smile that angelic smile and slip away from him to get in the car. jihoon stands there, static flowing through his brain.
there isn’t a coherent thought in his mind other than getting you home as quickly as possible. he quickly hops in the driver seat and starts the car, flying out of the parking lot far too quickly. but he doesn’t really have time to stop and think, his dick agonizingly hard in his pants and you achingly beautiful right next to him.
“baby, it’s a red,” you say, looking over at jihoon with mild concern when he flies up to a red light, hardly feeling like he’s pressing on the brakes. jihoon leans back in his seat once the car is idle, and lets out a chuckle at his own ridiculousness. he won’t be able to fuck you like he wants if he dangerously speeds home, but he’s eager, buzzing in his seat.
“god, i love you,” he mumbles for the millionth time today, running a hand through his hair and pressing on the lightly on the gas when the light changes.
you smile and place a hand low on his leg. jihoon can’t help when he jerks at your touch, leg shifting open wider. it’s embarrassing, pathetic, and whorish, and his face burns in mortification. you bite back a giggle, not wanting to add to his embarrassment.
the short car ride home is tense. again, you talk and he listens—or tries to; unable to fully concentrate with your hand on his leg. you can tell that he’s really trying though, and you find it sweet since the tent in his pants hasn’t faltered once. you’d be lying if you said he hasn’t had you hot and bothered all day. he’s a man of simple fashion: black tshirt and jeans, but his bulging muscles will forever make you drool.
pulling up to the house is like beating the level in a video game before the final boss battle. except in this case, the boss level is getting you naked in the next few minutes. jihoon doesn’t even bother grabbing the stuff out of the trunk, just opens your door for you and ushers you up to the front door. he fumbles with the house key for a moment, lowly mumbling out a few curses before finally shoving it into the lock and opening the door.
jihoons on you in an instant, backing you into the closed front door and placing his lips on yours. you toss your purse onto the entry table and thread your fingers through his long hair. his hair has grown out a lot lately, results of him being so busy with work and forgetting about everything else. you like it, a lot, and rue the day he decides to chop it all off.
he pulls back from your mouth to kiss down your neck, groaning into your skin. jihoon holds onto your sides, hands kneading at the flesh. his mouth is hot against your skin, lips searing like he’s claiming you, branding you.. its a sensation you’ve been deprived of lately, one you’ve missed. jihoon kisses down your chest to the tops of your exposed breasts, resisting the extremely strong urge to rip you out of the fabric. “fuck,” he curses, moving back up to your mouth. he’s desperate for you he can hardly contain himself or get his thoughts straight.
jihoon pulls you from against the door and walks you backwards down the hall. you let him, hands gripping onto his biceps for support. you pull apart when he presses you back against a surface, and you find yourself in the kitchen pressed against the island. jihoons lips are red and swollen, his pupils blown and cheeks flushed. you lovingly run a hand through his hair, pushing the strands out of his face so you can really see him. he closes his eyes for a brief second and grips onto the counter, dropping his forehead against yours. "you're driving me crazy," he mumbles, breath warm against your face. "this dress. you." jihoon lifts his head to look at you, tongue darting out to lick his lips.
your heart hammers against your ribcage, like its ready to beat out of your chest and flop onto the kitchen floors. his gaze is intense and makes heat pool at the base of your abdomen, thighs pressing together. you reach behind you to unzip your garment, but he stops you, gently grabbing onto your forearm.
"leave it on."
jihoon is on his knees in an instant, flipping up the skirt of your gown and disappearing under the material. you want to see him, nearly ready to complain until you feel his mouth on your core. he breathes you in, brain clouding at your scent and wetness. your panties are damp and stick to your folds in a way that makes him spin. he wastes no more time and pulls down your underwear, yanking them off your ankles before stuffing them into the pocket of his jeans. his mouth is on you again, this time making you let out a soft sigh and bunch up your dress atop his shoulders. he grabs one of your calves and props it against his broad shoulders, spreading your open wider and giving him more room to work.
he's an expert with his tongue, and you let him know that by all of the sounds you make. you didn't realize how long its been until you notice how loud you're being, how quickly your legs begin to shake when he suckles on your clit. "fuck, jihoon!" you moan, knees growing weaker by the second. he keeps a firm grip on your thighs, supporting most of your weight. his tongue is everywhere you need him most, licking up your arousal like its the last thing he'll ever do.
jihoon groans against you, making you whimper above him and press your thighs together. his lips find themselves around your sensitive nub, and he lets go of the leg that is propped up against his shoulder to stick to fingers inside of you. you clench around him in a way that makes him feel like he could cum in his pants in the next few seconds. you're warm and tight.
"h-hoonie, i-i-" you cut yourself off with a pathetic whine, tears gathering in your eyes as he fucks his fingers in and out of you, his tongue swirling around your clit.
he's prepared for your release, but he's not prepared for the way your arousal squirts out onto his face. he freezes, watching your pussy flutter around his still fingers, your arousal flowing out of you like rain. "jihoon!" you yelp as you come, body burning and legs shaking. he attempts to retracts his fingers from inside you, but you clench around him and squeeze him back in.
its pathetic the way he whimpers and jerks his hips forward, a dark patch forming on his jeans. he manages to pull his fingers back, and stands up from the floor, hand moving to your hip to support you on your weak legs. the sight before him is one of his favorites: your chest heaving, eyes closed and mouth parted. its a state of bliss that he put you in, and he'll never get tired of it.
upon feeling him stand up, you attempt to sit up against the counter and open your eyes. when you see his shiny face, your eyes widen and your face burns with embarrassment. " oh my g-" he cuts you off with a kiss, tongue forcing its way into your mouth. you moan and grip onto his shoulders tightly, body buzzing.
jihoon is the first to pull away, spinning you around by the hips and pressing you against the counter. he grabs the hem of his shirt and wipes his face before pulling it off and and tossing it on the floor. next are his pants, though he doesnt even bother stepping out of them and just lets them pool around his ankles. he's never been this eager and hungry for sex, its almost animalistic the way he feels inside.
grabbing your leg, jihoon props your knee up on the counter and checks that you're comfortable. "yes, just fuck me," you sigh, folding your arms under your head and resting your cheek against them. jihoon pushes up your dress and lines himself up, pushing the head in and letting out a string of curses at your grip on him. you never fully got used to the size of him, but now that’s it’s been a minute the stretch is much more intense than before. "baby." you whine, biting your bottom lip, cunt fluttering around him. jihoon grips onto the counter with one hand and your hip with the other, bottoming out and staying still for a moment to really feel you.
"i l-love you," he says, breathing labored. he leans down against you and presses a soft, loving, kiss to the back of your neck. "i love you so fucking much."
he pulls back and snaps his hips back into your ass, a loud gasp getting pushes from you lungs, followed by a cry of his name. he's relentless with his strokes, unable to control himself. you don't mind the harshness, especially after how long you've gone without having sex. "j-jihoon!" you cry, tears brimming in your eyes for the second time tonight.
"i m-missed you," he grunts, pushing up your dress so he can see your ass, eyes trained on where you two connect. "missed this pussy, fuck!" he groans, knuckles turning white from his grip on the counter. a white rim coats the base of his dick, both of your arousals mixing together to make it easier for him to glide into you.
“it’s yours,” you mewl, pressing your hips back into him and deepening the arch in your back. jihoon grunts in agreement, moving the hand that is on your hip up to your chest. he gropes your chest, tweaking your nipple through the material of your dress.
he pounds into your hard enough to knock the strap of your dress off your shoulder. you want it off, but he’s adamant that you leave it on. “you feel so good!” tears slip out of your eyes due to the pleasure you’re feeling. jihoon pulls the top of your dress down and lets your breasts spill free, the other strap sliding down your arm.
jihoons strokes begin to lose rhythm and his breathing becomes exceptionally labored. you know he’s close—you are too, unbelievably close—and you want to cum with him. reaching back, you call out his name and wiggle your fingers.. jihoon grabs onto your hand without a second thought, squeezing tightly as he continues to give you a few more powerful thrusts. “baby, i’m c-close,” you breathe, the knot tightening in your core.
“m-me too. wan’ c-come with y-you,” he grunts, thrusts becoming shallower by the second. you whimper and clench around him, crying out his name when you start to spasm around him, legs shaking.
jihoon grunts and holds your hip tightly to keep you in place, groaning out your name as he releases his load into you. he folds himself onto your back, unable to hold himself up any longer while he releases ropes of his cum into you. you appreciate the weight of him on you, keeps you from floating up and away from the present.
“fuck,” he breathes, pushing himself up and off of you and pulling out of you warmth with a whimper that makes you involuntarily clench around him. “baby.” jihoon pulls out of you and grabs at your waist, gently spinning you around and cradling you in his arms. you give him a blissed out smile, eyes low and tired, skin shiny from a thin layer of sweat.
“hi.”
“hey,” you smile at each other like two lovesick fools, and you push yourself up to his lips to give him a soft and sensual kiss. “i’m sorry.” he mumbles against your lips, hands grabbing the zipper of your dress and pulling it down, the cool air making goosebumps arise on your skin.
“you’re forgiven,” you say in a rush, letting the dress fall to the floor. you’ll get to the root of the apology later, but right now you still need him.
it’s desperate the way jihoon gets on the floor and pulls you down on top of him, guiding you over his dick. you plant your feet on either side of his hips and lower yourself onto his shaft, mouth dropping open at the sensation of being split open for the second time. “ah, jihoon, fuck!” you cry, planting a hand on his chest for stability. you won’t last long riding him—both of you know that—but you intend to make it count for as long as you can before your legs give out.
jihoon is in a trance watching you bounce on top of him, fully convinced that if he were to die right now this would be the way he’d love to go out: you on top of him in all your glory, fucking him—using him, like he’s your little toy. and he’s happy to be exactly that.
the squelching your cunt makes every time you drop down onto him pushes him closer to the edge. he can hardly keep his eyes open, but he wants to look at you, wants to watch you as you take everything he’s got, milk him for all he’s worth until there’s nothing left. “i-i missed this,” you moan, switching from bouncing up and down to rotating your hips, dropping down onto your knees. “missed you.”
“i’m all yours,” he breathes, whining when you lean back and hold onto his thighs, raising your hips and swirling on his lap. jihoon reaches forward and presses his thumb to your clit and rubs quick circles on the sensitive nub to get you to your release. “cmon, baby. i k-know you’re close.” he rasps, body flushed with heat.
with a few more rolls of your hips and jihoon rubbing on your clit, you’re coming for the third time. jihoon catches you when you collapse against his chest, wrapping his arms around you and sitting up, hard member still inside of you. he cradles you in his arms as he ruts his hips upwards, getting himself to his own release shortly after, your warm heat sucking him in completely.
for a few minutes, you two stay like that on the floor. he holds you against his chest, softly dragging his fingertips up and down your spine. he goes soft inside of you, but deep down he feels like he could go for a third round if he really puts himself to the test, but with the way you’re breathing he knows that you two are done for the night.
sitting in his arms, you clutch him like he’s going to slip from your grasp at any second. you try to push thoughts about your reality away, but the longer he holds onto you the more you realize this probably won’t last beyond tonight. you’re partly okay with it, because he comes home to you. but you miss him. “jihoon,” you murmur.
“hmm?”
“can we talk?”
“always. what’s up?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
you pull your chin from his shoulder to look at him, placing your hands on his cheeks. “jihoon, i know you were… bothered… earlier today. talk to me, please,” you say, eyebrows furrowing. he sighs and hugs you back into his chest, feeling like he’s unable to look at you without feeling like crying.
“i know ive been a bad boyfriend. and i felt like shit today because i haven’t spent time with you in what feels like forever, and i just miss you so much, you know? and i love you so much, i don’t want to lose you—ever. and im just so, so sorry,” he rambles, clutching you tightly. your heart breaks for him and yourself. you’d never leave him, not over his job especially. you know he loves you, he shows it even where there is distance. but you appreciate him saying it out loud.
you pull back against his right hold on you, but he relents. “jihoon, im never going to leave you, okay? we just need to talk—you need to tell me when you feel any kind of way, okay? i love you, and you’re not going to lose me. i’m in this for the long haul,” you say, giving him a smile that makes the corner of his lip go up. for good measure, you give him a quick peck and run your hands through his hair. “i do wish you were around more, but i get it. i’ll always be here.”
he drops his head bashfully and sucks in a breath. “okay. i’m sorry.”
“you’re forgiven,” you say, kissing him once more. “but we need to get off this floor, hoon. i’m getting old.” you say, untangling yourself from him. you rise and let out a sigh at the loss of contact. your legs wobble and you catch yourself against the counter, glaring at jihoon when he chuckles. “it’s not funny.”
“it’s cute,” he says, standing up and picking up your guys’ clothes. he holds your dress in his hands and gives it a long look before lightly shaking his head.
“i’ll wear it more if it gets me fucked like this again.”
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