#park jihoon x you

[haoss]

“squid game s3 leaks” this “blackpink predebut video leaks” that girl idgaf give me weak hero s2 leaks ong 🥀🥀✌️

[gorae]

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."

[wooahaes]

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.”

taglist: @twancingyunhao

[koiiiji]

crybabies

summary ; Busan's 4 gangs heads know they always can hide behind someone's back...

author's note ; yaaay back from new year's weekends and have a lot of ideas (nobody said it will be fast to deliver it here(im lazy ass))

tw ; major spoilers for Busan arc under the line!!

you were at the center of it all, huge pileup of bodies, arms and heads! your arms wrapped around the younger guys from both Busan and Seoul, trying to hold them all in your protective embrace. Min Jihood leaned into your side, right on your breast, his exhausted face slowly melted into smug grin. his partner, Shin Arim, was there too, his head resting on your lap, while you pet his dark hair tim to time. Park Hyukjin had his arms crossed, not touching you, but sitting close, his stoic expression betraying the tiniest smile as your fingers ruffled his short hair. Hyun Sangjin clung to your other side tightly, nuzzling into your other breast. even Kang Jinchan, pretending to be aloof, leaned closer to your lap, just enough to let your hand brush his shoulder.

somehow even Allied guys had been drawn into your circle as well. the scene was a bizarre, even weird, mix of bruised egos and childlike vulnerability.

“see this?” you said, gesturing to the younger guys nestled around you, your arms extending protectively. your voice was warm as you looked at the group, but as you turned to adults it was a sharp and disapproving. “you underestimated them. all of them! you don’t even think that highly of them, do you? and yet, they fought, bled, and held their own without any of your help.” guys actively nodded their heads in agreement, snuggling closer into you.

Jinrang gang members discontentedly shifted from one foot to the other, refusing to look in your direction. and Jageyon honestly didn't remember how he end up there too, but his usual confidence faltered as he shifted uneasily under your fiery glare.

“they were out here risking their lives while you were…what? twiddling your thumbs? watching from the sidelines?” you continued, the anger in your voice sharp and cutting. “have you forgotten what Sonji used to say about younger ones?”

Jageyon opened his mouth to respond “well, i…”

“well, i,” you mimicked, “think of some better excuse, you half-baked Schumacher.” our voice dripping with sarcasm, as you kept comforting younger guys.

and this is when chaos started. guys from both Seoul and Busan, began poking their fingers toward the older ones, their teary eyes full of exaggerated complaints.

“yeah! where were you mr. Jageyon?!” Hyungseok whined, his voice taking on a rare childish tone as he leaned further into your side.

“they just left us to fight, noona” Shin muttered, his usual tough demeanor crumbling as he pouted slightly. “they think we are just kids and can't solve a problems!”

“it’s not fair,” Sangjin chimed in, his voice trembling for dramatic effect. “they think they are better than us!”

Min joined in too, sniffling as he glared up at you. “right!! noona, and now they just standing around, acting like they’re too good for us!!”

Hyukjin nodded solemnly, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. “exactly. what kind of example are they setting?”

your arms tightened around the group, your hands moving to ruffle the nearest heads. “it’s okay, guys,” you cooed, your voice taking on a sisterly warmth. “they can’t say anything now. they know they messed up... making my favourite little boys do a dirty job, fighting each other...” you leaned closed to boys, but not breaking eye contact with older generation. “isn’t that right?”

Jinrang gang members looked visibly uncomfortable under your pointed gaze, slowly nodding. “yes, you are right noona....”

reference ;

[nonranghaes]

another chime from jihoon's phone tells you that someone else has wished him a happy birthday. he tells you not to move as he stretches as best as he can without disturbing you, one arm still curled comfortably around you while you grab onto his laptop to keep it from sliding. it takes a few seconds of trying to snag the bottom of his phone by the protective case from the bedside table where it'd charging, but he pulls it into his grasp, holding it up to see that this time it's asahi, and the message is longer than what you can actually read.

"that's sweet," you hum, head still resting on his shoulder. you avert your eyes back to the laptop screen, tapping to pause the episode of the movie the two of you were watching. "everyone loves our sweet hoonie..."

he chuckles, and you can feel the vibration just barely. "not everyone," he says, typing out a response. a few seconds later, you hear that swish! and he sets his phone aside. "just the people that matter."

you snuggle closer again. the sound of waves crashing against the shore outside your hotel room make you feel drowsy all over again when you're cuddled up next to him, but you'll make it to the credits. today has been long with your beach day, complete with jihoon again trying to teach you how to surfe, but he had told you over cake at his birthday dinner that he wanted to watch a movie with you before the day was over.

"are you falling asleep?" he chuckles, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"no." you pout a little at the accusation. "i'm fine. we don't have much left."

"it's okay if you fall asleep," he chuckles, patting your head a little before he unpauses the movie. "thank you for planning today."

you settle in, watching the screen despite the way your vision seems to blur, lids heavier than they were before. "of course," you murmur, draping an arm across him. "anything for you. happy birthday, my hoonie."

and he just chuckles, taking your hand so that he can kiss your knuckles. "goodnight, sleepyhead."

[escapebysleep]

Merry Christmas? 👀🧣

I'll do the others characters too if I have time 🫶🏻

[insidekatmind]

Part.4

Anakin Skywalker

Young-il

Han Ji-hoon

Frank Castle

Wi Ha-joon

The masked officer (black guard)

Robby Keene

Park Hae-soo

Park Gyeong-seok

Choi Chang Ho

Kai Parker

Kenan yildiz

Anthony LaRusso

[niki-phoria]

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.

[ninjiinyii]

I was in the pool and thought (why not do a bathing theme?) Then I was watching several videos of gacha life of lookism and thought (I'm going to make one of Gun and James!)

Taking a shower with two hot men!!!!

Except the gun.......

he had already taken….

Enjoy the shower….

[sarcasticsweetlara]

Yards and Family

This is an epilogue to If The World Ends We Go Together and its honestly a piece on reader shamelessly ogling at Jihoon while he works at the soil.

Jihoon x female reader

Disclaimer: Mention of Minghao, mention of Luna (Park Sunyoung) and Victoria (Song Qian) of F(x) having a relationship so homophobics dni, Minghao is mentioned as a donor for Sunyoung and Qian, Sunyoung and Qian have a son with Minghao's Korean name (Myungho), Reader and Sunyoung have aphasia, Reader ogling at Jihoon's muscles.

"xxx" is sign language

...

Seeing Jihoon work on the yard was divine, you loved the precise movement of his arms as Jihoon planted some small trees and sowed some seeds in your new garden, seeing the sweat beads on his skin and how his hair looked after sweating and being under the sun was truly something else.

You seriously needed to stop ogling at him, it was not good for your health.

However it was easier said than done and you kept looking at him when you suddenly felt someone elbowing your ribs making you gasp, and turning around you were not surprised to see it was Sunyoung who was wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

“Don’t bother me” you quickly told her as you scoffed, not meeting her eyes while mentally tracing Jihoon’s flexing biceps as he was digging more earth to plant the tree.

“I didn’t even say anything” Sunyoung replied as she chuckled.

“You implied it” you signed and turned back to see Jihoon…

But then Sunyoung stood in front of you blocking your view of Jihoon which made you frown at her.

“Don’t you have a wife and son to bother already?” you retorted as you didn’t see Qian here, the woman Sunyoung had fallen in love, married and now shared a son with.

Your eyes returned to Jihoon getting down to gently place the tree on the soil and refill the gap again.

“Yes” Sunyoung snickered as she sat down again but this time in front of you “but right now Qian and Myungho are blissfully asleep so I decided to spend my energy teasing you over Jihoon.

Truly, some things never changed.

“Lucky me I guess, but you should be with your miracle baby instead of bothering me” You said rolling your eyes.

“He will learn from me how fun it is to bother you” Sunyoung snickered once again as she wiggled her eyebrows and her fingers were flowing indicating she really was enjoying this.

In that moment Jihoon walked towards you both, his right hand holding his axe resting its weight over his shoulder. You couldn’t help but shiver at the image which made Sunyoung snicker and you in return glared at her.

“What are you two doing” Jihoon asked once he got close to you and dropped his axe in the soil.

“Admiring the view”

“Talking about you”

You really wanted glares to be able to burn people in this moment but Sunyoung was truly glad your glare could not do anything.

“I hope you are being kind to me Sunyoung” Jihoon told her as he sat next to your left side and intertwined his hand with yours.

“Of course I am, Jihoon, you know me” you internally scoffed as even Sunyoung snickered at her own comment.

“Either way, I have news for both of you which I did not want to share with only your wife here”

Now, that had your attention.

“What is it?”

“Qian and I are gonna have another baby” Sunyoung beamed “And Minghao has agreed to once again be our donor”

-That’s great Sunyoung- Jihoon congratulated her with a soft voice

“It is, and I have the suspicion there is more to it, isn’t it?” you questioned to which Sunyoung nodded

“And there is more, you are right” Sunyoung exhaled as she looked at her lap to then look at you again.

“We want you to be the godparents to our children”

“Really?” you were stunned by her choice, it was astounding.

“Yes, you two are my best friends, and Qian loves you both too, so we thought there is no one else who we would want”

“It’s an honor Sunyoung, truly” you replied

“And we thank Qian and you, we will gladly be their godparents” Jihoon continued as your hands were intertwined.

...

Hours later as Jihoon and you were laying down on your bed with your left hands intertwined and playing with your rings you were truly happy as you had never felt so much peace and joy before.

“I love you Jihoon”

Jihoon’s eyes were staring at you with so much mirth and love.

“I’m glad I get to be with you now, I didn’t want to risk ourselves before and I don’t regret it, I’m glad we are together now.”

“Me too, I would not change it either” his lips ghosted and then locked yours.

There was no better moment than now.

[blossominghunnie]

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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[doiefics]

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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[itssunshinetoday]

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?

[wooahaes]

i want to be with you more (like the sun sets and rises again)

pairing: non-idol!jihoon [trsr] x fem!reader

genre: fluff!

word count: 0.6k~

warnings: food mention, one suggestive reference, mentions of a migraine + taking medicine for it. abrupt ending, probably, bc writer doesn’t know what she wants.

daisy’s notes: i forgot i wanted to go see a movie like. weeks ago. movie theater popcorn i miss u...

Jihoon could hear you sneezing the moment he came into your apartment. Honestly, even though he already had plans to spend your birthday with you, knowing that you were sick only made him want to stay there more.

The plan had been that the two of you were going to catch a movie together that you’d been wanting to see for a while. You’d sneak candy in through your purse, he’d pay for the popcorn because he’s a gentleman who won’t let the birthday girl (who’s, y’know, smuggling candy in) spend extra money for their date, and he’d maybe try to steal a few (or more than a few) kisses from you throughout the movie. Except you woke up this morning with a migraine and your allergies kicking your ass, so the two of you ended up missing the showtimes so that you could rest up. He’d listened to you make a couple phone calls throughout the day to family, and decided maybe he’d just surprise you himself.

So when you decided you’d take a nap while you waited for medicine to kick in (in hopes that it’d help get rid of the migraine once and for all), he ran to the store. He found microwave popcorn (your preferred brand, because it was deliciously buttery), a couple of drinks for the two of you to share, and whatever boxes of candy that he knew both of you loved... but mainly the ones you preferred, because it was still your day.

With his return to your apartment to find you still resting, he knew what his second move would need to be. He’d leave the popcorn until he knew that you were feeling better, but in the event that you were, everything needed to be cozier. So he texted Hyunsuk to ask if a blanket fort would be feasible (who immediately complained about how he texted him before anyone else... before giving out the information he wanted), and got to work.

“Babe?”

He perked up when he heard your voice, sitting up from his spot on the floor where he was spreading out another blanket (thank you for your love of blankets, by the way--it truly helped Jihoon make everything a thousand times cozier) to see you standing nearby.

“What are you doing?”

He ignored your question in favor of checking on you first. “Do you feel better?” He stood up, hands reaching for your own. “Does your head still hurt?”

“No, but...” I asked you a question, he knew you were going to say.

“Since we couldn’t go out,” he took a tiny step back, pulling you with him. “I made things look nice. I know it isn’t the same because we can’t see the movie you wanted, but... I have a few accounts--” Not all owned by him, since Hyunsuk was the one with the Disney+ account so he could watch marvel movies. “--And I thought we could have our own movie date here...” He paused, squeezing your hands a little. “Happy birthday?”

You felt sheepish, heat rushing to your face at how casual he was about all of it. As if throwing things together because your girlfriend had a migraine was the completely normal course of actions. “What if my head still hurt?”

“I’d take it down and we could do it later,” he shrugged. “Its your birthday. Even though we missed the movie, we can still have fun here.” While still holding your hands, he gently pulled you down onto the floor with him as he knelt down. “In more ways than one...”

You let go of his hand in favor of gently smacking his arm. “You dork,” you said. “Maybe later.”

He laughed, leaning in to give you a quick peck. “You wait here,” he said as he hopped back up, before pushing the bag of candy toward you. “I’ll go make our popcorn.”

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[nonranghaes]

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.