#trsr jihoon scenarios

[doiefics]

don't fall for the homeboy!

pairing: jihoon x afab!reader

prologue: jihoon was sure he wasn’t the type to catch feelings for his friend, but what happens when he is suddenly struck by the reality?

genre: fluff + friends to lovers

wordcount: 750

warnings: none

"Ding Dong!” your doorbell greeted you.

You went to answer, thinking who could it be at this hour? Certainly not your parents, who just left ten minutes ago.

“Hey, Y/N! Your mom sent me to look after you, now step aside and let me in.” It was Jihoon, your childhood friend.

Together, him and you went through everything. Including from being conceived and born around the same time to going to school. He became an inseparable part of your life.

It was not like you did not want Jihoon around.

You had been seeing him since you were born. You bitched about the people you hated together and were each other’s emotional support.

Many assumed the two of you were dating, but that was not the case.

By now, Jihoon had already seated himself in your living room. Of course, your mother did not assign him the babysitting, but he was her favourite anyway, naturally, he was like a family member.

“Stop standing like a sims character over there, and yes, don’t end up creating any more trouble,” Jihoon tried you boss you around.

“Park Jihoon, I am old enough. And you are just thirty-seven days older than me, for your weekly reminder.” You were quick to defend yourself.

“The last time you were allowed to be home alone, you let a stray cat enter the house and scrape away your mom’s favourite curtains.” Of course, he could not let you win this.

“Alright, Mr. Babysitter,” you surrendered.

“That’s my good girl. I need you to behave well for me now.” Jihoon blurted out without realizing what he had just said.

This habit had caused him trouble in the past. Luckily, this time, it was just you. Taking advantage of the situation, you decided to tease him further.

“Woah! Is this the beginning of a porn movie? What should we name it? Babysitter takes care of his little girl home alone?” followed by your roar of laughter.

To you there was no greater joy than seeing his agitated and irritated face.

"You’ve got such a filthy brain, where do you learn these things from?” Jihoon admonished you playfully as a shade of pink now adorned his cheeks.

A movie watching date was soon planned.

The lead couple was just slowly falling in love, offering cheesy compliments to each other and making unrealistic promises.

Best friends falling in love was a crummy genre for sure.

“Ahh, why do they always romanticize it?" The boy spoke.

"Who on earth falls for their friend like this?" He spoke again.

"Aghh, this is just ridiculous. Y/N how about we better watch-” Jihoon had started his timely rants again.

You were so used to it by know. He ranted about everything from overcooked meat to missed buses. Sometimes you really pondered what he was made up of.

“Men named Park Jihoon do. They do fall”. You answered his unasked question.

His mouth hung open, as if you had stolen his lunch money.

The jaw dropped. You wished you could capture this face to tease him about it later.

Despite his refusal to acknowledge it, Jihoon had some feelings for you. Well, you certainly did. He was decently attractive nd coming to think of it, who else could you even date?

"Stop reading those romance novels of yours." He did not even finish his sentence, but you had another response ready, yet again.

“Hoon, admit it.”

Jihoon shook his head at that statement. “No way, I could kiss you right now to prove I don’t feel anything about you.”

His eyes met with yours next and you nodded, granting him the permission.

Jihoon leaped closer.

Tucking your hair to the back of your ear, lifting your chin to meet his face. His hands were shaking. His nervousness was unprecedented.

Pitying your poor friend, you took matters in your hands and smashed your lips onto his.

He immediately responded back. Holding you by the waist now. His and your lips moved in a perfect sync, as though they were meant to be.

This felt like euphoria to you. You held his muscular arms for a better grip. It seemed as if you had been hungry for this since forever.

After what seemed like a good few minutes, you pulled out.

Jihoon’s gaze changed.

He wanted more, and so did you. Quickly after catching your breath, your lips retuned to where they were need the most.

Men named Park Jihoon did, after all, fall for their best friend.

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[goingtreasure]

whitebeard and the blackbeard's son | p.jw

pairing: park jeongwoo x reader (f)

word count: 8.3k

genre: angst, adventure, slowburn.

warnings: violence, death, toxic relationships, mention of kidnapping.

synopsis: jeongwoo embarked on a quest to prove himself to his father, blackbeard, by attempting to kill his nemesis, whitebeard. however, he was unaware that whitebeard's true identity would completely alter his path.

author's note: after two years since my last update, i'm back! i wrote this fanfiction some months ago and decided to post it now since the reboot is coming (i'm so excited!). i think of this as a origin story for pirate jeongwoo hehe. i hope you enjoy it as much as i did!

author's inspirations: show - our flag means death (max). song - i bet on losing dogs (mitski)

Jeongwoo had finally accomplished it. After years of meticulous research, tracking ships in secret, studying combat skills, habits, and victims, he had gathered almost all the information he needed to defeat Whitebeard, one of the most notorious pirates of the sea. This was his chance to avenge his father and prove himself once and for all.

As the son of Blackbeard, the infamous pirate, Jeongwoo had grown up in a world of ruthlessness and violence. Blackbeard had collected countless enemies and was feared by even the most dangerous pirates. However, when a new pirate named Whitebeard emerged in the Caribbean, he became Blackbeard's worst enemy, taunting him with his name. Determined to confront the newcomer, Blackbeard engaged in a battle at sea.

During the fight, Blackbeard's crew seemed to have the upper hand, but Whitebeard's intelligence and strategic prowess turned the tide. They damaged Blackbeard's ship, disabled his strongest crew members, including Blackbeard himself, and plundered all the treasure. Whitebeard, however, never showed his face or set foot on their ship, maintaining a mysterious identity. Many believed he suffered from a terrible disease that prevented him from engaging in direct combat. Now, Jeongwoo was about to uncover the truth.

Under the guise of trading treasure on a nearby island, Jeongwoo secretly planned his move. He knew that Whitebeard's crew frequently replenished their supplies on a small island to the east. After carefully avoiding attention and hiding in the island's woods for several days, he spotted a large ship docking on the beach. Observing from a distance, he became certain that it was Whitebeard's ship.

Waiting for most of the crew to disembark, Jeongwoo infiltrated the ship, incapacitating anyone who stood in his way. He intended to execute a silent assassination, killing the captain and escaping and leaving behind a letter signed by himself. Jeongwoo was confident that Whitebeard, who never left his room, would be there. However, as he cautiously opened the door, he discovered an empty room, devoid of any presence.

"Where could he be hiding?" Jeongwoo whispered to himself, feeling a mix of relief and unease. This was the moment he had prepared for all his life, yet something felt off.

He scanned the room, filled with disarray—clothes, medicine, and books scattered around. A large world map adorned one wall, while a plush bed covered in fabrics and blankets dominated the center. Suddenly, he noticed a slight movement coming from beneath the blankets—a rhythmic rise and fall. There was no doubt about it; Whitebeard was concealed there.

Jeongwoo steadied his weapon, standing before the bed, prepared to end the man's life. However, a strange feeling compelled him to see the face of his father's greatest adversary before delivering the fatal blow. With trembling hands, he slowly pulled back the blanket, but the sight that greeted him was unexpected.

Instead of Whitebeard, he found a young woman with white hair, dressed in a beige satin dress with long sleeves. The boy was momentarily paralyzed by the sight before him. This innocent girl had been mistaken for the fearsome pirate captain.

"A girl?" he murmured to himself, unintentionally waking you from your slumber. Your eyes opened slowly, leaving him with no chance to hide within the cabin.

"Hello," you greeted, your voice filled with sleepiness.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Jeongwoo asked, his voice filled with surprise, unable to comprehend the calmness in your demeanor despite the danger you were in.

"You seem nervous." you remarked, observing his reaction. “My name is Y/N.”

"I came here for Whitebeard." Jeongwoo stated, trying to make sense of the situation.

A faint smile graced your lips. "Well, then you found him. I'm Whitebeard."

Jeongwoo's heart pounded in his chest as he processed the unexpected revelation before him. The girl with white hair, Y/N, claimed to be Whitebeard—the very person he had intended to kill. The tremor in his hands intensified, betraying his nervousness. He took a step back, struggling to comprehend the truth. It seemed inconceivable that someone so young could hold the title of a feared pirate captain when he himself struggled to gain respect among his own crew.

"You're lying! Where is Whitebeard?" Jeongwoo demanded, unable to accept the reality unfolding before him.

Your laughter filled the cabin, carrying a hint of amusement. "I'm not the lying kind. The truth is, my name was originally intended to be Whitehair, but people misheard it as 'beard' and I went along with it. I must say, I'm quite surprised you managed to reach here without facing punishment from my crew. You must be a formidable pirate."

Jeongwoo's confusion deepened even more, his conviction wavered. He found himself unable to act upon his murderous intent as he looked upon the spirited girl who awaited her fate.

"I don't understand," Jeongwoo stammered, his disbelief evident. His grip on the knife loosened, his hands dropping to his sides. The confusion within him battled against the impulse to carry out his revenge.

Chuckling lightly, you settled onto the bed, examining the young man before you. "I can see why you're surprised. Most people react the same way, especially new crew members. By the way, that's a good choice of weapon you have there. Sharp and effective for breaking bones. Luckily for me, I've been feeling like dying these past few days. So, what are you waiting for?" you asked, your gaze fixed upon him.

"I... I can't do it. You're a woman," Jeongwoo confessed, his voice laced with uncertainty.

A glimmer of curiosity danced in your eyes. "You've never killed a woman before?"

In fact, Jeongwoo had never killed anyone before, regardless of their gender.

From a young age, Blackbeard had trained Jeongwoo to embody his strength and eventually succeed him as captain. However, the weight of taking a life was a burden Jeongwoo couldn't bear. Fear gripped him, rendering him unable to follow in his father's ruthless footsteps. Consequently, Blackbeard became increasingly ashamed of his own son, distancing Jeongwoo from perilous battles and treacherous islands, effectively dismissing any notion of him becoming his successor. The once-promising young pirate had been reduced to a mere kitchen assistant.

The very reason he was driven to prove himself, came from his father's relentless pursuit of molding him into a fearsome assassin of the seas.

The absence of a response made it clear to you that he wasn't a killer. Despite your preference for staying in your room, you had a knack for understanding people through their behavior due to all the books you’ve read. The boy, who was around your age, appeared scared and confused. It had been a long time since you last talked to someone young. It made you question if this was how you were expected to behave. Should you also be afraid of life and death just like him? You wondered what those emotions were like.

"Well, if it makes you feel more at ease, I could take my own life and you can pretend it was you," you suggested, trying to ease his discomfort.

"What? Why? Why would you do that?" Jeongwoo asked, bewildered.

"Why wouldn't I?" you responded with a nonchalant shrug.

Jeongwoo felt like you were toying with him, playing games with his mind.

"Cause... you're Whitebeard! You possess wealth and power beyond imagination," he argued.

"I can understand why you might think that," you replied calmly. "But having everything doesn't guarantee happiness or fulfillment. There are things in life that money and power can't provide."

Your words brought a pause to the conversation as Jeongwoo tried to process this perspective. The idea that there could be something missing from the life of someone as influential as Whitebeard intrigued him.

“For instance, I've never had a pet dog because I’m afraid it might fall into the sea. Why would I live if I can't have a dog?”

Wanting to die because of a dog? It didn't make sense to him. After all, many ships had dogs as companions, and the fear of losing one to the sea seemed excessive and irrational. The boy couldn't help the thought that perhaps you were just a crazy person, he found it difficult to take your words seriously.

You rose from the bed, stepping onto the wooden floor with your bare feet, standing directly in front of Jeongwoo. The boy remained frozen, unable to move in your presence. Your intense gaze made him feel self-conscious.

"Will you do it?" you asked, your voice filled with anticipation.

"No..." Jeongwoo admitted, his voice filled with resignation. "I can't."

"Coward." you snapped, your anger replacing your previous calm demeanor.

Without warning, you forcefully pushed the knife out of Jeongwoo's grip, catching him off guard. A struggle ensued as both of you fought for control of the weapon. You pushed the knife towards your own neck, while Jeongwoo desperately resisted, pushing back.

"Stop it immediately!" Jeongwoo pleaded, his voice filled with fear.

"No! I want to die!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with frustration and despair.

The fight abruptly stopped as you both heard the sound of an explosion coming from outside. The sudden noise caught your attention, momentarily distracting you from the intense struggle and bringing a sense of uncertainty to the room. Momentarily stunned by the unexpected blast, you released your grip on the knife, which clattered to the floor. The urgency of the situation overshadowed your previous conflict as you instinctively turned your attention towards the chaos unfolding outside the cabin.

"The ship is on fire!" one of your crewmates screamed, her voice filled with panic, as she desperately tried to open the door to your room. Despite her efforts, the door remained stubbornly locked.

Jeongwoo's eyes widened in alarm, and he turned to you, searching for answers. But instead of panic, he found you smiling to yourself, a strange gleam in your eyes.

"The ship is on fire," you repeated softly, almost in awe.

Confusion and concern filled Jeongwoo's voice as he asked, "What are you talking about?"

Ignoring his question, you hurriedly rummaged through your belongings, searching for something specific. Your hands found a large box of gunpowder, and without hesitation, you tossed it onto the floor of the room. The contents spilled out, forming a dangerous circle of flammable material.

Realizing what you were about to do, Jeongwoo lunged forward, desperately attempting to stop you. But it was too late. The room was already filled with thick smoke, making it difficult to see and breathe.

A struggle ensued between the two of you, the suffocating smoke clouding your senses and heightening the chaos. You fought against Jeongwoo's attempts to restrain you, pushing him away with a desperate strength fueled by a strange determination.

In the chaos of the struggle, Jeongwoo lost his footing and fell to the floor, his body slumping unconscious. The smoke continued to billow around the room, its suffocating grip tightening with each passing second.

Jeongwoo had made many mistakes in his life, but none compared to the decision to kill Whitebeard. Despite knowing that it could lead to his demise, he had hoped for an honorable death, a valiant battle against one of the revered kings of the sea. Now, he was dead, and his crew would remain in perpetual waiting, unaware of his fate.

However, as Jeongwoo surrendered to the embrace of death, a peculiar sensation washed over him. Instead of the anticipated darkness and stillness, he felt a gentle breeze upon his face, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of the ocean. In the distance, a captivating voice sang a haunting melody, unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. It was not the symphony of death, but something entirely different.

Slowly, Jeongwoo opened his eyes, his surroundings shifting from darkness to a blinding brightness. And there he lay, not in the clutches of death, but on the sandy floor of a beach, safe and unharmed. Beside him sat Y/N, the source of the melody that had captivated his senses.

Confusion and relief washed over Jeongwoo as he struggled to comprehend his current state. "Am I alive?" he questioned, his voice filled with a mix of astonishment and gratitude.

You turned your gaze towards Jeongwoo, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "No, my friend, we both died and unfortunately, we didn't make it to heaven. Welcome to hell." you joked, adding a playful smirk.

Jeongwoo looked at you, slightly taken aback by your remark.

"No, we're not dead. Well, at least you are not dead," you clarified, your tone now more serious.

As Jeongwoo settled down, his eyes adjusting to the sunlight, he couldn't help but inquire about the fate of your ship. "What happened to your ship?" he asked, evident worry in his voice.

"Oh, it burned down completely. I had to carry you all the way up to the beach cause you refused to wake up." you explained, a tinge of exhaustion in your voice. "My crew already gave up on trying to find me. Whitebeard is finally dead."

The weight of your words lingered in the air, mingling with a sense of irony and regret. Jeongwoo absorbed the gravity of the situation, his thoughts drifting to the consequences of his actions and the unpredictable path that lay before them.

"What are you going to do now?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

"I don't know," you replied, your eyes tracing the vastness of the ocean. "But I'm happy I'm not really dead. And now you can say that you killed Whitebeard as well.”

Jeongwoo clutched his knees tightly as he contemplated the implications of your words. A mixture of guilt and disbelief washed over him, realizing the weight of his actions and the role he inadvertently played in Whitebeard's demise.

"Can I ask you something?" Jeongwoo said. You nodded, signaling your willingness to answer.

"Your room was full of medicine, what is that for?" he inquired, his eyes reflecting genuine interest.

"Oh, that. I have a weak body, you see. That's why I never actively participated in battles. The medicine I had in my room helped me manage the pain and discomfort that came with it." You maintained a positive demeanor, even when discussing serious matters. "I should've thought about that before I burned my room down. Now I have no access to those medicines anymore."

Jeongwoo listened intently, realizing the extent of your struggles and the sacrifices you had made. It deepened his understanding of who you were beyond the legendary figure of Whitebeard.

"Can I ask you something too?" You said with a hopeful look in your eyes.

"Of course," Jeongwoo replied, curious about your request.

"Could you take me with you on your ship?"

Jeongwoo's eyes widened in surprise. "What?"

"See, I want to experience life as a pirate without being the captain. I've always been sheltered and protected, spending my days confined to that room because my crewmates feared for my safety. I want to be a regular crewmate and see what life is like beyond my previous duties. Please, bring me along to your ship."

Jeongwoo hesitated, taken aback by your request. "I'm sorry, but..."

"Please, I promise I won't be a burden. I was always the brains behind our quests, I can help out if you need it. I'll be good company, and once I find a new place to live, I'll leave, I promise!"

"Y/N," he interrupted, seriousness in his voice tone, "I'm a Blackbeard pirate." He braced himself for your reaction, unsure of how you would take the news.

But instead of being devastated or shocked, you looked at him with a knowing smile. "Oh, I already knew. The moment I laid eyes on your knife, I recognized it. That type of blade is exclusively crafted for Blackbeard's crew. I intentionally left yours in my room to make it look like you're the one who caused my death."

Jeongwoo's eyes widened in surprise, his secret now out in the open. "You knew all along?"

You nodded, a playful glint in your eyes. "I told you I'm smart."

"And you still want to join my father's crew?" Jeongwoo asked, concern etched on his face.

"Father? Oh, that's news to me," you replied with a hint of surprise. "But yes, I do!"

"Listen, if he finds out you're Whitebeard, he might do something drastic. I am his son, but I have no idea what he's capable of." Jeongwoo warned, his worry palpable.

"That's a risk I'm willing to take. After all, I'm already familiar with pain." you said, a tinge of determination in your voice as you alluded to your health condition.

Jeongwoo carefully considered the situation, contemplating his father's nature and your resolute spirit. Finally, he made a decision.

"Alright. You can come with me. I'll help you get the medicines you need and we'll disguise your appearance so that your crewmates won't recognize you if they happen to come across us. Having white hair won't exactly blend in well with my crew."

You listened attentively, ready to fulfill your part in the plan.

"But there's one more thing," Jeongwoo continued. "We will have to convince my crew that I killed you, I mean, Whitebeard. It's crucial to ensure your safety. Can you do that?"

A mischievous smile crossed your face as you accepted the challenge. "Consider it done. Together, we'll weave a convincing tale that even Blackbeard himself won't question."

With an agreement in place, you and Jeongwoo embarked on a journey filled with secrets, transformations, and the unpredictable dynamics of a notorious pirate crew.

The crew of Blackbeard was going about their usual activities. Some pirates diligently cleaned the deck, others sharpened their weapons, and a few studied maps. Amidst this routine, the sharp-eyed navigator, Jaehyuk, spotted a tiny boat approaching their ship. He recognized it instantly—Jeongwoo had returned after two long months.

"Jeongwoo is back on the ship!" Jaehyuk’s voice echoed through the air, grabbing the attention of the sailors.

The crew quickly gathered, eagerly awaiting their comrade's arrival. As Jeongwoo stepped onto the deck, he was warmly embraced by his friends.

"Welcome back, mate!" Jihoon, Blackbeard's trusted right-hand man, exclaimed with joy.

However, Jeongwoo's demeanor betrayed a sense of terror rather than excitement. He surveyed the surroundings, his father conspicuously absent. Soon, he would have to reveal the lie he had planned.

"Where's the captain?" Jeongwoo inquired, his voice tinged with apprehension.

"Blackbeard is in his cabin. We're preparing to dock at a new island." Jihoon responded, noting the unusual behavior displayed by the young pirate. "Is something the matter?"

Without uttering a word, Jeongwoo swiftly made his way towards his father's quarters, leaving Jihoon with unanswered questions.

"Well, look who we have here..." Doyoung, the ship's chef, remarked with a sly grin as he peered down at the boat beside the ship, catching sight of you.

Jeongwoo hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to knock on his father's door. He did it and Blackbeard's voice boomed from within, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Captain. I'm back." Jeongwoo responded, his voice slightly shaky.

There was a brief pause before Blackbeard granted him entry. Jeongwoo pushed open the door and stepped into the room, which resembled more of an office than a living space. A large desk cluttered with papers and boxes of weapons dominated the room's center.

"Hello, Father," Jeongwoo greeted, standing before the imposing desk. Blackbeard remained engrossed in his maps, not bothering to look up.

"I have something important to tell you," Jeongwoo continued, his voice earnest. "I lied about going to trade treasure. In truth, I've been working on a plan to eliminate a rival captain. And... I succeeded. I killed him and burned his ship, leaving one of our knives as proof. I'm certain the news will reach you soon."

"I understand. But you didn't mention the crucial part," Blackbeard stated, his voice laced with curiosity. He fixed his intense gaze on Jeongwoo, waiting for the revelation. “Whom did you kill?”

Taking a deep breath, Jeongwoo summoned his courage and spoke, his voice tinged with both apprehension and resolve. "I... I killed Whitebeard, sir," he confessed, the weight of his words hanging in the air. The significance of his action was not lost on either of them.

He looked down, awaiting his father's reaction, but to his surprise, Blackbeard remained focused on his maps, seemingly unperturbed by the revelation.

"Father?" Jeongwoo stammered, seeking acknowledgment.

Without looking up, Blackbeard replied with a dismissive tone, "I heard you. If what you say is true, then I will wait for the news to reach me in due time."

"Additionally, I brought someone back with me to the ship. I hope that's not a problem." Jeongwoo said.

"Your guest is your responsibility. Now, return to your usual duties. "

Jeongwoo's heart sank at his father's lack of response. It seemed that his confession had fallen on deaf ears. He couldn't help but wonder what lay behind his father's impassive facade.

After leaving his room, Jeongwoo hurried to the boat to bring you up to his room. However, to his surprise, you were no longer there. His crewmates had already taken the initiative to escort you to Jeongwoo's quarters. As he entered the room, he noticed Doyoung lingering by your side, a flirtatious smirk on his face.

"Here's some clothes from our shortest crewmates. These are men's outfits, but it might fit you for now!" Doyoung said, placing the garments in your hands. He made a subtle move, his hand briefly brushing against yours in a flirtatious manner.

Jeongwoo's annoyance grew as he witnessed Doyoung's advances. It seemed that his friend couldn't resist flirting with any woman he encountered.

"Oh, Jeongwoo. Hi!" Doyoung greeted, his playful tone evident. "Did Jeongwoo tell you he's my assistant?"

"I think that's enough, Doyoung" Jeongwoo interjected, his voice tinged with annoyance.

Noticing the tension, you decided to break the ice. "Hey, how did things go with your father?"

Jeongwoo glanced at Doyoung and then turned to you. "Doyoung, could you excuse us for a moment? I need to talk to Y/N privately."

Doyoung shrugged, his flirtatious demeanor fading slightly. "Sure thing, Jeongwoo. I'll catch up with you later."

As Doyoung left the room, Jeongwoo closed the door behind him, creating a sense of privacy for your conversation.

"Did you tell him?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.

"Yes, I did. But he didn't believe me," Jeongwoo replied, frustration evident in his voice. He paced back and forth within the confines of the small room, trying to process his father's disbelief.

"I see," you nodded, understanding the situation. "Let's not dwell on it for now. It's only a matter of time before news of my... his death spreads throughout the Caribbean."

Jeongwoo sighed, releasing the tension in his brow. "I hope you're right," he murmured, his thoughts preoccupied with the uncertainty of their plan. He shifted gears, changing the topic. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm doing well," you replied, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "The medicine we got on the way is helping a lot with the pain. Your crew has been welcoming and friendly."

Jeongwoo's expression softened, glad to hear that you were finding some comfort amidst the unfamiliar surroundings.

He took a better look at you, taking in your changed appearance. The clothes you wore were clearly mismatched and of questionable quality, and your long hair was concealed beneath a knit cap. The shoes on your feet seemed ill-fitting and out of place.

"Once we land on a commercial island, I'll make sure to get you proper clothing," Jeongwoo assured you, his voice filled with determination.

You nodded appreciatively, grateful for his consideration.

"This is my room. It's very small compared to yours, but it's the only one on the ship. At least I have one advantage as the captain's son," Jeongwoo chuckled, a hint of self-deprecating humor in his tone. "You can keep it to yourself."

"Really? But where will you sleep then?" you asked, concerned about his sleeping arrangements.

"With the other crewmates on the deck," he replied nonchalantly.

"Well, if you can sleep on the floor with them, you might as well sleep on the floor here," you suggested.

"I'm fine, don't worry," he assured you.

"Come on, we've been camping together all these past days. There's no difference between that and sharing a room," you reasoned.

"Fine, I'll think about it. But for now, I have to attend to my duties. Stay here, and we can talk later," Jeongwoo said, his attention turning to his responsibilities.

"Your duties as the cook's assistant?" you teased playfully.

"Hey, stop it!" he exclaimed, a faint smile gracing his face as he left you alone in the room.

The rest of the day deviated from your usual routine. In your previous life as Whitebeard, your days were consumed by studying and strategizing. However, in these past few days with Jeongwoo, you had taken on the role of his mentor, teaching him the art of combat and imparting your knowledge. It has been an enjoyable experience for both of you.

Now, with a moment of solitude, you seized the opportunity to remove your knit cap, allowing your hair to cascade freely. As you explored Jeongwoo's belongings, you stumbled upon a knife. Remembering his words from earlier, you made a decision. Determined to embrace this new chapter in your life, you courageously chopped off all of your white, long hair, leaving it shorter than Jeongwoo's own hair. It symbolized a fresh start, a declaration of your commitment to this new identity.

When Jeongwoo returned to invite you to dinner, he was taken aback by your new visual. The sight surprised him, but it also reassured him of your determination and commitment to this new chapter. You informed him that you weren't hungry at the moment, so he kindly brought you a plate of food to enjoy later.

As the night settled in, Jeongwoo made the decision to accept your request to become roommates. He settled himself on the floor while you took the bed, contemplating what the future held in store for both of you.

The next morning, a loud knock on Jeongwoo's door jolted him awake. Doyoung's voice came through, urgently informing him that Blackbeard wanted to see him. Panic surged through Jeongwoo as he realized you were no longer in your bed. He sprang into action, hastily making his way to the deck, anticipating the worst.

To his astonishment, instead of a tense confrontation, he was greeted with lively music and jubilant celebrations. The crewmates were in high spirits, reveling in the festivities.

“He’s awake!” Doyoung called out, drawing everyone's attention.

Blackbeard turned towards his son, his eyes filled with pride and joy. He opened his arms, welcoming him with warmth.

"My son," he said, placing a hand on Jeongwoo's shoulder. "Last night I sent Jihoon to the nearest island to verify the information you shared. He found this." Blackbeard retrieved a newspaper from his coat and handed it to Jeongwoo. The headline read: "Pirate Whitebeard killed by a member of Blackbeard's crew."

Jeongwoo looked up, his confusion deepening as he saw his father's wide grin. "I am proud of you, son." Blackbeard proclaimed, turning to address the rest of the crew. "My son has killed Whitebeard!" His words were met with cheers and applause, filling the air with jubilation.

Jeongwoo stood in disbelief, his emotions swirling. The truth had been accepted, and his father's pride washed away any doubts he had carried. It was a moment of validation and a turning point in his journey as a pirate.

"Where's Y/N?" Jeongwoo inquired, scanning the surroundings.

"Your new companion? She's over there, reading books to the boys!" Blackbeard pointed towards the stairs where you sat, engrossed in storytelling for the crew members. "It's a rare find to have someone so smart and well-read among us!"

Jeongwoo's heart swelled with a mix of emotions as he watched you captivate the crew with your storytelling. Gratitude, pride, and a lingering sense of guilt churned inside him. He had never felt valued by his crew before, and his father had never expressed pride in him until now. The conflicting emotions gnawed at him, but he couldn't deny the happiness that bloomed within.

Doyoung, ever exuberant, nudged Jeongwoo towards the festivities. "Let's celebrate!" he exclaimed, urging him to join the merry chaos unfolding around them.

And so they celebrated, laughter and music filling the air throughout the day. Jeongwoo revealed the joyous atmosphere, savoring the newfound recognition and acceptance. Yet, underneath it all, the weight of his guilt remained, a constant reminder of the choices he had made.

The following day, Jeongwoo found himself relieved of his duties in the kitchen. Blackbeard had a different plan for him - to train his battle skills under the guidance of Jihoon. It was a clear indication that his father saw potential in him beyond being a mere cook's assistant.

Meanwhile, you were slowly carving out your own place on the ship. Your ability to read and your intelligence had garnered respect from the crewmates. You found yourself aiding them with your knowledge, and even Blackbeard himself sought your assistance. In return, you received new clothes more suitable for a female pirate, as well as supplies of medicines and books to feed your thirst for knowledge.

Jeongwoo, too, experienced a transformation. He was bestowed with a new sword, a stylish monocle, and a pirate hat that accentuated his growing stature within the crew. Everything seemed to be falling into place, almost too perfectly.

As the months passed, Jeongwoo vowed to prove himself even more, to earn his place honestly and make his father truly proud. Yet, deep inside, despite the newfound recognition and joy, he couldn't fully embrace it without confronting the truth that simmered beneath the surface.

"Land ahoy!" Jihoon shouted, breaking the silence in the ship.

Blackbeard, standing beside Jeongwoo, turned his attention to his son. "Do you think that's the right island?" he inquired, testing Jeongwoo's knowledge and instincts.

"Yes, sir." Jeongwoo responded confidently, his gaze fixed upon the island ahead.

You, too, recognized the island. It held a special place in your memory, as it was rumored to be the location of an ancient treasure. However, you had never had the opportunity to search for it, as your fellow sailors deemed it too dangerous for you to venture ashore.

“Let me see…” Blackbeard assessed his crew, pondering who should accompany him on this expedition. After a brief pause, he made his decision. "Jihoon, Junghwan, Jeongwoo... and Y/N," he announced. "The four of you will join me. The rest can remain on the ship."

The crew members were taken aback by his decision to bring you, a girl, along on the expedition. They were well aware of the island's dangers, knowing that other pirates might be lurking there. However, despite their surprise, no one dared to intervene or question their captain's choice.

Blackbeard's trusted right-hand man, approached you with a serious expression. "Can you handle a sword?" he inquired, assessing your combat abilities.

"I'm actually better with guns," you replied confidently, recognizing your own strengths.

Jihoon nodded in understanding, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a gun, which he handed to you. "Good choice." he remarked, acknowledging your preference and arming you accordingly.

As you accepted the weapon, a sense of determination washed over you. “Thank you.”

You noticed Jeongwoo stealing glances at you with his familiar anxiousness. Understanding his concern, you nodded reassuringly, silently communicating that you were prepared for the journey ahead.

After the ship docked on the island, the five of you disembarked and ventured into the forest. The dense vegetation made progress difficult, but Blackbeard and the other two crewmates forged a path ahead, diligently following the directions on the map while clearing obstacles along the way. Jeongwoo and you trailed a few steps behind them, engaged in a quiet conversation.

"You should have said you didn't want to come," Jeongwoo voiced his worry.

"Why would I? It sounds like an adventure," you replied with a hint of excitement in your voice.

"But it's dangerous, especially for you." he expressed his concern.

"Don’t underestimate me, Jeongwoo. Despite my limitations, I still possess a wealth of experience." you assured him confidently. "I was once a great fighter before my health condition started to manifest. In the early days of my crew, I always embarked on new adventures.”

Jeongwoo's apprehensive expression softened as he took in your words. He couldn't help but appreciate your bravery and determination, even if it worried him.

"I'm actually glad you came with us..." Jeongwoo admitted. "I don't think i could do it without you."

"Absolutely, we're a team now," you replied. "A crew within the crew!"

The boy couldn't help but think about how different you and Blackbeard were. While you were known for your kindness and care, Blackbeard was renowned for his strength, brusqueness, and his position at the forefront of battles. The juxtaposition of your gentle nature and his fierce demeanor struck a chord with Jeongwoo, prompting him to realize that not every captain had to conform to the same mold.

As you continued your trek through the dense forest, a sudden shift in the atmosphere caught your attention. Your instincts heightened, and you swiftly halted your movement, causing Jeongwoo to turn towards you, a questioning look on his face. With a finger pressed to your lips, you silenced him, your senses alert and focused.

A strange, almost imperceptible sound reached your ears, causing a shiver to run down your spine. It was a sound that didn't belong in the natural rhythm of the forest. Gripping the gun that had been entrusted to you, you prepared yourself for the unexpected.

Breaking the silence with a commanding voice, you called out into the surrounding wilderness "We know you are here! Show yourselves!"

The declaration startled not only Jeongwoo, but also Blackbeard, Jihoon, and Junghwan. They turned their heads, scanning their surroundings with wide eyes, suddenly aware of the imminent threat.

In a matter of moments, the once seemingly tranquil forest came alive with movement. Figures surged from the foliage, surrounding you and your crew in a threatening formation.

"I see you have a map here," one of the enemy pirates jeered, a mocking laugh escaping his lips. "Give me that, big boy," he taunted.

The audacity of the pirate's words sent a ripple of amusement through the crew, as they witnessed someone daring to challenge the infamous their captain. Blackbeard's laughter echoed through the air, a deep, menacing sound that reverberated with power.

Without hesitation, Blackbeard drew his sword and his crewmates followed suit. The clash of steel filled the clearing as the two opposing forces collided in a fierce battle.

You and Jeongwoo fought side by side initially, hwever, the sheer numbers and tenacity of the opposing pirates overwhelmed you. In the chaos of the skirmish, you found yourself pushed back, stumbling and falling to the forest floor. But Jeongwoo remained in his protection, his unwavering loyalty shining through.

The battle raged on. Each swing of a sword, each evasive maneuver, and each determined strike propelled the conflict forward. The forest floor became a battleground, marred by the footprints of those engaged in the struggle.

Despite the enemy's relentless assault, Blackbeard's crew fought with a ferocity and skill that set them apart. The enemy pirates, though formidable, paled in comparison to the experienced warriors under Blackbeard's command.

Finally, the tides of battle began to turn in your favor. The enemy pirates, weakened and disheartened, succumbed to the relentless assault of Blackbeard's crew. The forest grew quiet, the heavy breaths of combatants punctuating the stillness.

As the final enemy pirate fell, defeated and broken, a sense of triumph and relief washed over the clearing. The remaining combatants stood tall, their bodies bruised and bloodied, but their spirits unyielding. Blackbeard's crew had emerged victorious, their reputation for strength and indomitable willpower reaffirmed.

Blackbeard firmly grasped the pirate who had dared to speak insolently before, his powerful hand closing around the young man's neck. Bloodstains marred the defeated boy's battered face, yet he still managed a defiant smile through the pain.

As you struggled to rise from the forest floor, Jeongwoo hurried to your side, concern etched across his features. He noticed that your white hair, previously covered by a knit hat, was now exposed. A sense of urgency filled the air as you frantically searched for the lost hat amidst the sand. Jeongwoo, ever attentive, joined in the search, determined to find it for you.

However, before the hat could be retrieved, Blackbeard's commanding voice broke through the commotion. "Jeongwoo? Come here, son," he beckoned, his grip on the pirate tightening as he pressed him against a nearby tree.

Jeongwoo obeyed, making his way towards his father's imposing figure.

As Jeongwoo stood beside Blackbeard, his father's piercing gaze bore into the captive pirate. Blackbeard's free hand reached into his coat, retrieving a knife adorned with the unmistakable mark of Blackbeard's crew. The knife, reminiscent of the one he had used when he first encountered you.

"Take this knife," Blackbeard commanded, placing it in Jeongwoo's hand. "Let's teach this kid a lesson. Show me exactly what you did to Whitebeard."

Jeongwoo's heart pounded in his chest as the weight of his father's expectations settled upon him. He tightened his grip on the knife, his fingers trembling ever so slightly.

Blackbeard callously dropped the defenseless pirate to the ground, creating a space for his son to reenact a murder that had never occurred. His request bore down on Jeongwoo, leaving him disoriented and unable to think straight. He had never imagined his father would be capable of demanding such a horrific act, yet deep down, he knew he shouldn't have been surprised.

"Go ahead, son," Blackbeard urged, his voice cold and demanding. "Kill this bastard and burn his body afterwards. Show us that you're capable of being my successor."

Jeongwoo stood frozen, his mind in turmoil. Every fiber of his being rebelled against the notion of carrying out his father's command. The weight of the knife in his hand felt like an anchor, dragging him into an abyss of moral conflict.

Time seemed to stand still as a deafening silence enveloped the forest. Blackbeard's frustration boiled over, his anger erupting in a primal scream that reverberated through the air.

"SHOW US!" Blackbeard bellowed, his voice filled with rage and disappointment.

But Jeongwoo couldn't bring himself to carry out such a heinous act. He refused to become a mere pawn in his father's ruthless game, to succumb to the darkness that Blackbeard represented.

"I won't..." Jeongwoo whispered, his voice barely audible.

"What? What the hell did you say?" Blackbeard seethed, his face contorted with anger.

Summoning his courage, Jeongwoo spoke with a newfound strength. "I said I won't kill him!" he declared, his words clear and resolute.

Instantly, his father's fist collided with his face, a brutal punch that sent Jeongwoo sprawling to the ground. The force of the blow reverberated through the air, the sound of impact echoing in the silence that engulfed the scene. The crew stood frozen, their gazes fixed upon the fallen young man, a mixture of shock and disbelief etched upon their faces.

"Enough!" a commanding voice rang out, cutting through the tension. Surprisingly, it was you.

Standing tall and defiant, you aimed your gun directly at Blackbeard himself.

"Put an end to this madness, Blackbeard," you demanded, your voice steady and unwavering. "Your son has made his choice, and you will respect it."

A stunned silence descended upon the forest as all eyes turned to you, the unexpected voice of reason in this chaotic scene.

"Who do you think you are to talk to me like this?" Blackbeard screamed, his voice filled with fury and disbelief.

"Whitebeard..." a voice interjected, joining the tense conversation. It was the defeated pirate whom Jeongwoo had refused to kill. He spoke slowly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I've always heard whispers on my island, rumors that a young girl was kidnapped from our church to serve as a scribe on a pirate ship, but instead she became the captain. The girl with the unmistakable white hair. Now I see, my people were right all along.”

The revelation hung in the air, casting a spell of astonishment over the assembled crowd.

Blackbeard's face contorted with a mixture of emotions—shock, denial, and a flicker of recognition. The realization that the formidable Whitebeard, revered as a fierce male pirate, was in fact a kidnapped child who had seized her own destiny.

In that moment, the power dynamics shifted, eroding the foundation of established hierarchies.

As the crew stood frozen in shock at the revelation, the fallen enemies seized the opportunity to strike back. Swiftly, they immobilized Junghwan and Jihoon, their movements deft and calculated. Meanwhile, Jeongwoo remained sprawled on the ground, still recovering from the forceful blow he had received.

Blackbeard regained his senses and unsheathed his sword, charging towards you with lethal intent. His eyes burned with rage and his sword gleamed menacingly in the sunlight. But before he could reach you, a resounding gunshot pierced the air, causing Blackbeard to halt in his tracks.

He clutched his chest, his hand stained with crimson blood, as his body crumpled to the ground.

The source of the gunshot was not you, however; it was the defeated pirate who had found an opportunity for redemption. He had chosen to intervene, taking justice into his own hands.

You rushed to Jeongwoo's side, your hands cradling his face gently as you tried to convey the depth of your emotions. The confusion in his eyes slowly gave way to clarity as the reality of the situation settled upon him.

"Jeongwoo..." you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of sadness and compassion.

He looked at you, his gaze filled with uncertainty and searching for answers. "Y/N... What happened to my dad?" he asked, his voice tinged with apprehension.

"Jeongwoo..." you began, your voice catching in your throat as tears welled up in your eyes. "I'm so sorry..."

Before you could finish your sentence, the assassin who had intervened earlier, stood before you, interrupting the somber moment. He addressed you respectfully, seeking confirmation of his suspicions.

"Milady," The boy spoke, his tone filled with reverence. "Was I right? Are you the girl who was kidnapped from Pueblo Esperanza?”

You nodded amidst your tears, acknowledging the truth. "Yes. It is true."

"My name is Haruto. I lived there as well. I think I recall seeing you when I was young. A white-haired girl like is not easy to forget.” He said, extending his hand towards you. "We should leave. Their crew is now aware of our presence, and they'll come searching due to the gunshots. I can guide us to safety."

Your gaze shifted briefly to Jihoon and Junghwan, who were bound and held captive by Haruto's crewmates. Then, your attention returned to Jeongwoo, his expression clouded with conflicting emotions.

"Jeongwoo, please, come with me." you pleaded, tears streaming down your face.

"Did you kill him?" He asked, his mind still confused because of the attack he suffered.

"I didn't kill your father. I never wanted any of this."

Jeongwoo's eyes narrowed as he processed your words, the weight of his own emotions evident. He uttered his thoughts slowly, his words heavy with regret and pain. "I should've killed you first."

The anguish in his voice pierced your heart, and you recoiled as if struck by his words. Desperate to reach him, to bridge the growing chasm between you, you moved your face closer to his, your voice filled with a mix of sorrow and determination.

Desperately, you pleaded with Jeongwoo, tears streaming down your face. "Please, listen to me… I can't do this without you…" you begged, your voice filled with anguish.

But Jeongwoo's response was a soft whisper, barely audible. "Don't touch me."

The weight of his words struck you like a blow, leaving you stunned and heartbroken. Slowly, you rose to your feet, your eyes devoid of any remaining hope or emotion. In that moment, you felt a profound emptiness settle within you.

You turned to Haruto and accepted his outstretched hand. "Don't kill them," you uttered, your voice barely a whisper, but filled with a resolute plea.

Haruto met your gaze, his expression unreadable. "As you wish," he replied, his tone tinged with a mix of understanding and restraint.

As you bid farewell, there was a bittersweet feeling in the air, knowing that your time together had come to an end. And thus, your journey took a different path from Jeongwoo. The circumstances had led you to part ways, each pursuing your own destiny.

After regaining his senses, Jeongwoo found himself confined to his father's bed on the ship. For two weeks, he secluded himself in that room, needing time to process the overwhelming events that had unfolded. Memories and emotions swirled within him as he struggled to come to terms with the loss of his father.

When he finally mustered the strength to step out of the room, the crew's solemn faces confirmed the grim truth—Blackbeard was no longer alive. The weight of grief settled heavily upon Jeongwoo's shoulders, a reminder of the void left by his father's absence.

In the midst of this somber moment, another revelation awaited Jeongwoo. The crew had chosen Jihoon as the new captain, recognizing his strength and leadership qualities. However, Jihoon surprised everyone by stepping down from the position. He declared that Jeongwoo had always been the true successor, even if his father had never explicitly acknowledged it.

Jeongwoo's heart swelled with a mix of emotions — grief for his father's passing, astonishment at Jihoon's unwavering support, and a newfound sense of responsibility. The weight of his heritage and the expectations of the crew now rested upon his shoulders.

For his first order as the new captain, Jeongwoo didn't request weapons or treasure. Instead, he had a different goal in mind. He gathered the crew together and instructed them to bring forth all the maps they had in their possession. It was time to embark on a quest to uncover a specific place, a place of significance.

As the crew members spread out their maps on the deck, Jeongwoo's eyes scanned the collection. He studied each map carefully, searching for a particular name that held deep meaning to him.

"I found it..." Jeongwoo spoke the words aloud, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and determination. With a steady hand, he traced the outline of a small island on his own map, marking its location.

Pueblo Esperanza, the village you were born in.

You awoke in a cozy bed, the gentle breeze and melodious chirping of birds filling the air around you. As you rose from the bed, the cool touch of the concrete floor greeted your bare feet.

Casting a glance at the mirror, you took in your appearance. Your hair had grown, cascading down to your shoulders, and you wore a comfortable nightgown. With a sense of purpose, you reached into your bag and selected a simple dress, swiftly changing into it. Slipping on a pair of shoes, you completed your morning preparations.

Exiting the room, you made your way to the living room of the house. There, seated at the table, was a woman dressed in a religious outfit. As she patiently waited, a warm smile graced your lips.

"Good morning," you greeted her, your voice filled with genuine kindness.

"Oh, good morning, dear," she responded kindly. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes," you replied. "I'm still adjusting to being on land instead of the ocean, though."

"Well, you better not get too used to it if you plan on returning," she responded, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Haruto seems quite eager to come back to the sea."

You contemplated her words for a moment before expressing your thoughts. "Well, he only came here to visit, but... I still haven't decided if I want to continue my life as a pirate."

The woman nodded with a sense of understanding. "That's perfectly alright, my dear. You are welcome to stay here at the church for as long as you need."

"I appreciate that," you replied, a sense of gratitude in your voice. "I have a feeling that Pueblo Esperanza has many things in store for me."

author's note 2: i'm so sorry about the sad ending T-T... please don't be mad a me haha. i'm thinking about writing a part 2, but i'm still not sure... anyway, i'm sorry again!

[milkybonya]

midnight rain ☆ pjh

order 063, anon: large coconut milk tea for trsr Jihoon (song = midnight rain by Taylor Swift)

! : fluffy start, angsty middle and open/hopeful ending?! ft. a breakup :(

# : idol!jihoon x office worker!(gn)reader, inspired by Taylor Swift's song

[💌: anon i'm so sorry for taking so long T_T pls enjoy even though idk how much i can defend the quality!!!]

dating an idol is everyone's dream, but no one thinks about it being like this: an idol is someone with a dream and goal, already running straight towards that thing... but you just wanted to be loved. the intentions misaligned and that's why things couldn't work out between you and Jihoon.

when you first met him, he was in front of you in the starbucks line. right away, you could tell he was different. he wore heavy, black boots, patterned jeans with chains that jingled every time he moved the slightest amount, his blazer was also uniquely patterned, and his hair had a slightly blue tint to it.

once you both ordered, you stood to the side to wait for your drinks. he looked attractive even while scrolling through his phone, and you wondered how that could be.

so lost in this boy's appearance, you didn't hear your name even when it was called about four times.

then...

"hey, you were after me in line, right? is that your drink? they're calling your name," the boy told you.

"huh? oh.. yeah," was all you could mumble as you staggered forwards.

but before you knew it, he had picked up the drink for you and was holding it out.

"are you okay?" he asked as you stared at his fingers holding your cup. the silver rings twinkled under the ceiling lights.

"yeah," you said again, taking the drink while squinting at the name written on his own cup.

"Jihoon".

"well, have a good day, then!" Jihoon told you with a smile so gorgeous that even his eyes were part of it.

as you turned to leave, you didn't notice that your wallet fell. you opened the café's door and stepped out while Jihoon eyed the wallet, then your back.

sucking in a breath through his teeth, he picked up your wallet and chased after you.

you had moved so far in such a short amount of time that he was panting when he reached you, a small drop of sweat sliding down his smooth face.

"y/n, you dropped this!" he said while holding out your wallet.

"oh! thank you..." you replied, taking the wallet with both hands.

the tips of Jihoon's ears were red as he said, in a low voice, "well now that i've ran into you for a second time.. can i ask for your number?"

you were shocked that someone this gorgeous would be asking you for your number first, but who were you to say no?!

you switched numbers and just a few hours later, Jihoon was already asking when you'd be free to meet again. he claimed it was destiny that you dropped your wallet, and he couldn't let you slip away.

so, you met up on a friday evening after your long workday. Jihoon listened to you as you complained about work at the office, and he also began to reveal to you that he was an idol.

"can idols.. date?" you asked, worried.

"no.. i mean, i can't right now. so i wanted to tell you, in case you don't want to move forward with this secret relationship."

his painted nails wrapped around the coffee mug in front of him, bringing it to his lips.

"well, Jihoon. you can't just make me fall for you and tell me not to stay," you said with a smile.

and that's how your relationship started.

it was built and upheld by fleeting nights spent chasing after each other in the dark, running to his dorm and him running to your office when you worked late. he'd drop off food and you'd go to his dorm to place kisses all over his soft face. some nights, he'd stay at your place, holding you close and singing you to sleep.

you both formed the most precious, perfect relationship. even if it was all in secret, you were so, completely, and utterly satisfied. content. in love.

but Jihoon started to feel suffocated. he noticed how comfy and safe you were in his presence. he listened as you shared your plans for the future to marry him and have kids with him. he listened and realized.. he didn't want that. what he envisioned when he saw the future was him, treasure, the 12 treasure boys succeeding and making it big. he didn't exactly see himself settled in a house with kids, but he saw himself on stage winning awards.

that's when you started noticing him getting distant. he'd reply to you late and wasn't always there at the dorms or the yg building when you went to see him. when you did get to see him, he was quiet and on his phone. his skin, lips, touch, and hugs felt cold. he felt like a ghost, a skeleton of Jihoon and not the actual Jihoon.

when you were going to confront him about it, he beat you to it. the two of you were sat in the same starbucks that you met, awkwardly holding your half-empty cups as you each waited for the other to speak.

"y/n... i have something to tell you," Jihoon said, softly. his voice sounded warm for the first time in a while.

"okay.."

"i love you a lot, i really do.. but i don't think i see us going any further," he said.

tears were already threatening to leave your precious eyes.

"you want to get married and settle down, but... right now, i just want to be a successful idol. that's all i see for myself right now," Jihoon explained.

you hummed along to his words, looking down and rubbing your thumb along the rim of your starbucks cup.

"how do you feel... about this?" he asked, his voice shaky as he tried to be careful with his words.

"i think i get it, Jihoon. i noticed you were withdrawing yourself from me... it's gonna be really hard but let's end this if that's how you feel," you said, lips wobbling.

unable to look at your now ex any longer, you stood up and left, just like that. and that was the last time you saw Jihoon in-person. it was also the last time you entered that starbucks, since it was the place you both met and lost the most important lover in your life.

Jihoon and the treasure boys did well after you and Jihoon ended things. you always told yourself that maybe it was thanks to the breakup, trying to find ways to console yourself that your tragic end was meant to be. yet you, on the other hand, were still at your 9-5 office job.

you followed treasure an unhealthy amount online, tracking their comebacks and interviews, promotions and schedules. it wasn't even to see Jihoon... or maybe it was, but it was to see how the treasure boys were doing.

on one interview, the boys were asked to talk about the people/things they 'treasure' the most. while many of the boys answered 'teume' and Hyunsuk mentioned his grillz, Jihoon said, "there is someone i'm thinking about right now and i just want to tell them that we'll meet again whenever they decide to step out of their comfort zone and start living the life they want."

your heart beat quickly hearing those words, knowing immediately that they were for you. also, Jihoon was just right. after years of working at the office, trying to convince yourself that this stable life was what you wanted, you started to feel empty inside. really, you wanted to explore your options, discover the world and yourself.

whether it was because of Jihoon's words or your own change of heart, you decided to quit your job. soon after, your most important ex-lover found his way into your life again.

the day you quit your job, you decided to go back into the starbucks where you met Jihoon, even after swearing to never go back there again. and there he was, speak of the devil.

clad in the most simple clothes ever this time, Jihoon waited in line for his order to be taken. and this time, you'd be the one to take action first. you wouldn't wait for him to hand you your drink or chase aftee you with your dropped wallet, but you would take charge of your own destiny.

[seung-scrittore]

treasure’s reaction to your henna design ! — hyung line

genre; fluff, a little comedy || warnings; kisses, SMALL FONT !!, some teasing, they’re all really cheesy || wc; 1.7k

wanting to touch the ink - jihoon

it was early into the evening when you had finished intricately decorating your left arm with flowers and miniature patterns. the ink extended until your fingertips, where the chocolate coloured henna contrasted the supple skin of your palm. calling out for your boyfriend, jihoon, to see the gorgeous pattern which was slowly staining your skin. he'd seen your henna designs many times, though you'd never quite done such an intricate design. in truth, it had taken you most of your morning to etch the ink onto your shoulder and down to your forearm, with added difficulty when trying to duplicate each pattern onto all of your fingertips. once he emerged from the doorway, he saw your figure, basked in the golden sunlight that filtered through the window of the small room, and the way in which the delicate henna glistened across your skin told him that it hadn't quite finished drying. he extended his forearm, in a manner that expressed he meant to reach out for your still-drying shoulder. you quickly shuffled away from his hold, extending your right hand toward him with your palm facing outward. "hold it right there, hoon." you continued despite the pout that now adorned his features, "you know as well as i do that you're not allowed near me until this dries." his pout deepened in response, if you weren't dead set on keeping him away from you, you'd have probably broke out in laughter at his almost comical expression. "don't you remember what happened last time you were near me while my henna was drying? 'cuz i do. and it sure as hell wasn't pleasant." crossing his arms in front of his chest, he stared at you with contempt, "hey, that was one time! i'm responsible, y'know." his brows furrowed and his eyes slanted in mock indignation. he stepped closer to your frame, grabbing your right hand and clasping his fingers around yours before raising it above your head, taking a step back until your waist was trapped against the windowsill. you seemed ethereal against the golden light, your skin seemingly kissed by each ray of sunlight. he planted a brief kiss on your lips before diving back in for another, his right hand coming up to your frame out of instinct, where he accidentally brushed against the wet ink. his thumb smearing the corner of one of the beautifully crafted flowers at the top of your shoulder. he pulled away from the kiss at the contact, grimace adorning his face at the slight smudge against your skin. your eyes still shut, you tilted your head down, "jihoon, if you just did what i think you did, you have five seconds to run." "but wouldn't that just smudge it more?" "jihoon!"

hugging you // asking you how you did it - hyunsuk

"hyunsuk! c'mere!" you shouted from the bedroom that the both of you shared. you were basked in a pale moonlight, the open window in the back corner of the room sporting a full view of the waning moon. your skin seemingly glowing, showcasing the newly drawn henna along your palm. the ink-stained towel that you'd used to clean up the edges of your design now lay discarded atop your desk with the rest of your henna ink and pens. the clutter only adding to the mess that was your workspace. small ceramic bowls decorated the edges, filled with paperclips, bottle caps, thumbtacks, and other small doodads you'd kept or deemed useful. "hyunsuk!" you shouted once more, hoping for his sake that he wasn't ignoring you. just as you were about to storm out of your room to find him, a sleepy looking hyunsuk appeared in your doorway, causing you to immediately put your henna-clad hand behind your back. suffering from a bad case of bed-head, hyunsuk leaned his palm against the frame of the door to balance himself as he fought off his urge to sleep. lidded eyes looking up at you from the downwardly tilted position of his head, muttering something near unintelligible. "what? 'sukkie, you look like you just died and came back." in truth, you loved how he looked when he was tired. the weary look in his eyes and his slow blinking matched the small pout he unconsciously sported. drowsily making his way through the bedroom and over to you, hyunsuk nearly bumped into your desk. taking a look at the discarded rag, he'd realized that's why you'd called him over. before he could ask, you confirmed the suspicion by revealing your hand and palm to him. "oh, it's beautiful. just like you." shifting his gaze from the intricate art on your hand, “you should show me how you do that.” he looked into your eyes and blindly moved his hand to hold your waist. "you're a dork," you scoffed, tucking a strand of hyunsuk's hair behind his ear as he leaned his head against your shoulder, "hm… but i’m your dork." you noticed hyunsuk's breathing slow and his head get heavier against you as you smiled at the slumped-over dork. maybe he was a bit of a mess, but he was your mess and that was all that mattered to you. “i love you, you dork.”

you find them doing research on henna - yoshi

it was nearly two in the morning when you stumbled over a sleeping yoshinori. he'd fallen asleep at his desk as he so often did when he got overly excited about researching one topic or the other. his computer light illuminated the wisps of his hair as you cautiously stepped toward the sleeping boy, you noticed his notebook had clean, perfect handwriting which transformed into scribbled-down notes and later into indecipherable shapes on lined paper. skimming over the notes as best you could without disturbing the boy whose face was pressed against the reams of the notebook cover. when yoshi tried to learn something, he certainly gave it his all. you knew that already. though, most often he would share what he was learning with you since you'd always loved the way his eyes lit up when he talked about something he was excited about, this was not one of those times. he'd kept his research to himself and his journal. as you looked over his scribbled notes, you realized he was researching henna. you weren’t aware yoshi had any interest in it, but his notes were thorough, thought out, and he even included little scribbles of flowers. one of the drawn designs looked oddly similar. looking down at your henna covered arm, you immediately recognized the flower patterns you had raved about to him. it’d taken you a while to perfect them, and you were quite proud of the design you’d crafted. and so, you were more than excited to show yoshinori. carefully, you pulled a woven acrylic blanket over a shivering yoshi. he stirred slightly, looking confused as he rose from his hunched over position at his desk. “hm?” you giggled to yourself, watching his eyebrows furrow. “nothing, love. come to bed and get some proper rest, yeah?” he shuffled, rubbing his eyes and stretching before going rigid and closing his notebook, as if he’d been caught in the act of something illegal. “i, hm. i didn’t mean to fall asleep.” you decided he looked too cute to not tease; “who would mean to fall asleep when doing all that research? must’ve been interesting.” you smiled as he looked up at you, “it was.” “what did you research?” you asked as you grabbed his arm, coaxing him toward your shared room. “henna. mmh, i wanted to learn about henna for you.” he muttered, one hand over his eye in an effort to lazily wake himself up. “for me?” you inquired. “mhm,” yoshi prodded at the henna drawn on your arm, “it’s pretty, you’re pretty.”

taking photos - junkyu

you were sat at a table overlooking your backyard, where your boyfriend kneeled, taking photos of the flowery hedges which formed a lush border around the carpet of grass that was slightly overdue for a trim. there, you dragged the pen which held your henna ink along your skin, etching spirals along the blank canvas that was your thighs. you'd been lucky, the weather was finally at a bearable temperature for you to wear shorts, though not warm enough for you to feel burdened outside in the sunlight. the hem of your shorts was pulled up to your waist in an attempt to not stain the worn polyester. as you carefully dragged the cold liquid across your skin, a glare of light silhouetted your actions, shortly followed by a faint shuttering. once you'd turned your head to look for the reason which your vision had been overcome with a bright light, you were met - face to face - with the culprit, camera in-hand. junkyu, softly smiling at you from behind the dark frame of the lens. "sorry," he timidly muttered, hand coming up to the back of his neck in what you presumed was embarrassment, "you just looked too beautiful." to say you were speechless at his brazen compliment would be an understatement. your mouth agape, you stared at the soft-spoken boy in front of you. pen still in hand, you froze. your pinky slightly extended outwards from the overhand grip you currently had on your henna pen and your wrist tilted awkwardly above the unfinished texture so as to not let the dark liquid smudge nor come into contact with the blank flesh of your arm. "i looked too... what?" "beautiful." your mouth now clamped shut, lips forming a straight line as you stared into his chestnut eyes. still slightly embarrassed, his lips tugged upward in a shy smile. quickly grasping the black, boxed camera, the black strap which connected each side of the old fashioned camera moved from its formerly stagnant position around his neck, junkyu once again positioned the camera to face you. thumb resting on the underside of the lens, supporting the weight of the camera whilst his index finger hovered above a hard, recently-used button. click. the familiar, harsh shutter was heard again as a sudden bang of light crept upon your vision, the vivid light staining your surroundings for a moment before dying down. "sorry, just... had to capture that expression."

leo’s notes [🦔] … sorry it took forever to release !! i started working on it a while back and it got lost in the sauce… anw, enjoy !! ty anon for requesting this n thank you @alohajun for beta reading !! your compliments meant the world <3

tagging: @kflixnet , @kdiarynet , @kwritersworld , @yogurteume , @shysakuno , @sunoo-bby , @tbzloonar , @yedammi , @noramoons , @lluvnhwa , @septabuspass

[wooahaes]

agdghshd what if frenemies to lovers volleyball jihoon

ok i took a lil break from these (she says 20 hours after u sent this) and im not actually a 100% on which jihoon u mean BUT ive been getting a ton of trsr reqs so im gonna assume its tht jihoon!! if it just happens to be my wooahae man pls just send this again bc ill absolutely talk abt him too

frenemies to lovers tho omg... you and jihoon have always been like. friendly enough with one another. u both are on opposing volleyball teams (co-ed in general btw just to keep stuff gn) and ppl think that you two actually hate each other on the court because you constantly trash talk one another. its all in good fun, but there have def been a few instances where one of you genuinely ended up mad at the other bc it was taken too far (usually made up for with paying for the other's meal and apologizing). honestly i think the two of u just have friends in common too, so ur friendly w one another overall. the enemies part just comes out bc ur on rival teams and the two of u just happen to be competitive abt volleyball.

hmm... honestly i think there could be some kind of misunderstanding scenario here tht takes it from frenemies to legit enemies for a lil bit, but only with it coming after some one-on-one bonding (aka the falling for one another bit) and some sort of deal that he'll tell you a secret if your team beats him at the next major match between the two of u. maybe u get legit pissed at jihoon based off something you heard him say, but didnt get the full story since you had practice. ur aggressive during the next game, things escalate, and end up in an argument after someone gets hurt. ur team loses and u take off, kind of just pissed in general. jihoon ends up finding u where u usually go when ur mad (maybe a park or something) and sets down a sports drink next to you. serious convo abt what was said, jihoon clears it up, and u feel a lil dumb and apologize to him.

he asks if you remember the deal, and you do but point out that ur team lost. he makes a comment that he didnt say he wouldn't tell you if you lost--just that he would definitely do it if you won... and also his team is refusing to let him back down again. so he confesses he likes you and wants to take you on a date tonight. u point out tht his team is supposed to be celebrating and he says that he can celebrate after their next win and you can come along then, too, as his partner. its a lil cheesy and you tease him abt 'what if i don't like you back? hm?' but he chases after you and holds ur hand and asks what you wanna get for dinner and that he'll be a ~gracious~ date and pay for you too And walk you home afterward (bc he knows you'll tease him back over it all)

[mashimarshmello]

3:16 PM

pairings: shy!jihoon x gn!reader

warnings: highschool!au, lowercase intended, fluff, jihoon is shy obviously, jihoon wears a mask

word count: 1.77k

a/n: i don’t think i have ever seen a shy jihoon fluff. this type of fic has been on my mind and i think this is perfect for jihoon and to see him in a different light haha. also there’s no specific location but masks aren’t mandatory in your area

"alright class, can i have everyone's attention?" the homeroom teacher talks over the students as they slowly got quiet. you were sitting alone at your desk with you with your backpack in the other seat on your left.

you weren't really the type to 'keep friends' per se since all they cared about was popularity, yet you had many acquaintances who were fond of you. no one really peaked your interest until you look up to see a unfamiliar boy standing in front of the classroom.

"alright class, this is a new student and your new classmate, park jihoon.." she looks at the boy. you can't tell if he's nervous because of the mask covering his face.

"oh right, sorry...hello, it's nice to meet you, i'm jihoon." he greets and waves trying his best to keep his composure.

"now you may be seated. take the one back there by the window beside y/n." the teacher's hand turns to your direction. he mumbles a thank you and makes his way to the desk. you move your backpack to the floor as you realize he's headed your way and the teacher starts her class.

he sits down next you and you notice by the way he sits, he has great posture. you prop your head up with your hand and your elbow on the desk. you thought you were eyeing him discreetly but the boy turns to you as he felt like someone was looking at him. you keep your eyes on him making him more nervous.

"hi." he speaks softly as your eyes are still on him. you give him a smile that only lasted a second before you ask him a question. "you know wearing masks isn't mandatory anymore, right?" you raise an eyebrow at the nervous boy.

"yes, i'm just used to wearing it now." his voice shakes. you were about to ask him if he was okay but you look up as the teacher interrupted.

"jihoon, has anyone showed you around the school yet?" you look back at him and he shook his head.

"that's okay. after the bell, do you mind showing him around?" she looks at you hoping you'll be nice and do it since you're caught up with the class.

"yes ma'am." you answered making the teacher happy. the class goes along quickly and smoothly until the bell rings. you pack up your stuff and wait for your seatmate to get his stuff together.

"you ready?" you ask nicely. he hums as you two walk out of homeroom. you show him the principles office, the gym, the cafeteria, and all the classes you both have together. the walk was quiet, he didn't really have any questions either. jihoon was all eyes and ears as you walk him through the building. you finally ended the walk off outside showing him the different hangouts and locations.

"and that wraps up the tour. do you have any questions at all?" you turn to him. he looks at the bench that's across from you guys. the weather was actually quite nice and the subtle breeze was great, too.

"is it okay if i sit down?" he points to the bench as he walks closer to it. "yeah, go ahead." he sits down, and you sit down next to him. all he's doing is admiring the setting in front of him and his quietness suddenly intrigues you.

"jihoon?" you grab his attention. "why did you transfer here, if you don't mind me asking." the boy might've not been the one to talk, but his eyes were kind. he actually had pretty eyes now that you see them in broad daylight.

"i wanted to start over. the people at my school weren’t the nicest in the world and they didn't make me feel comfortable. i talked to my parents about it and they let me come here. sorry if i seem nervous." he says quietly, making you smile a little bit.

"the people here are more cliquey than anything. everyone seems nice and all but i don't really talk to anyone like that. i'm sure you'll be fine." you reassure him, hoping to calm some of his nerves.

"thank you." he smiles, but only see his smiling eyes as the mask covers the rest of his face.

"you're different from everyone else. do you think fate brought us together?" you joke with him, making him laugh. a faint blush appears on his face but you can't see it.

"we should head back. our next class starts in a couple minutes." you get up and walk back as jihoon trails behind you. you're curious to know more about him as you keep asking him questions.

“what are some of your favorite things to do?”

"i like listening to music and...reading."

"you like to read, huh?"

"sometimes." he pauses. "it keeps me occupied."

you stop in front of the doors before entering. jihoon looks at you with his big eyes stopping right beside you. "do you wanna come with me to the library after school?"

"the library? w-with me?" he stuttered. you laugh at his puzzled reaction before nodding your head. for a second he thought he was dreaming. he actually had someone to hang out with on the first day? he stood there in shock until you finally open the front door telling him to come in.

that evening in the library was definitely a one to remember. you two both talked about your childhood, your hobbies, your favorite foods and favorite songs. halfway through, he seemed more comfortable around you. he actually told you he liked dancing and doesn't read that often, he was just too shy to admit it. you two both decided to stay in contact more and y'all both exchanged phone numbers. you and jihoon befriend each other without fully seeing his face, but at the time you didn't care.

it's been about a month now and wherever you were, he was there, too. even your classmates noticed. you two would help each other with homework in the library and eat lunch together outside where no one could bother you guys. you two actually became pretty close in the past few weeks. you learned that he was actually pretty fun to be around. he would always make you laugh no matter the circumstance and you can't help but think you might've caught feelings for him.

one day, you and jihoon were in the library helping each other out on assignments. you've only been in there for 30 minutes but you were getting bored. jihoon noticed and slid his assignment to the side.

"you wanna take a break?" he asked you. your face lit up and you put your pencil down immediately facing jihoon. he chuckled at your actions.

whenever he laughed, you always wondered what he looked like under his mask. everyday you see him he would always wear that black mask.

"i've actually wanted to ask you something." you ask him.

"can i ask you something first?" he fiddles with his thumbs seeming nervous, you haven't seen him nervous like this since you two first met. you give him your permission to continue.

"i hope this doesn't sound too forward but do you want to go to the movies this saturday?" he hesitates. "i'll understand if you don't want to!" he slightly panics after you leave him in suspense. you wasn't sure if he was asking friend wise or dating wise but his panicking made it clear.

"i'll go." you answer, his eyes widen as a grin grows on his face.

"but can i see what you look like under your mask?" you ask. “i don’t want you to think i’m pressuring you, i’m just curious.” he looks away and your uncertain how he's feeling about your proposal.

"no, it’s okay. i was wondering how long it would take until you asked me." he looks back at you. "i'm actually kinda scared to take it off." he laughs nervously. you put your hand on his shoulder. "you have nothing to worry about, jihoon. it's just me."

he looks around and see that nobody is around you two. he puts his hand behind ears preparing to take off mask. "promise you won't laugh?" he gives you a scared look. you're wondering if anyone has ever teased him about his looks at his old school. you grab his hand that's placed on his knee and squeeze it gently.

"i promise." you reassure him once more. he nods his head and finally reveals his full face.

you were shocked, but not in a bad way at all. you examine his features, noticing his cutely shaped nose and his semi-high risen cheekbones. you also see his pretty plump lips and his nice curved jaw that matches him perfectly. he looked so beautiful and handsome at the same time, you were lowkey starstruck.

all jihoon sees is your mouth slightly open and your eyes wandering all over his face. he doesn't know what you're thinking and covers his face with his hand. "no no, don't cover your face!" you put his hand down uncovering it again. he starts blushing and this is your first time seeing him blush.

you smile and hold his face gently. "you never told me you were this good looking, jihoon."

he chuckles and bites down on his lips feeling embarrassed, looking in another direction to collect himself but you don't let him. you turn his head back to you and you lean in closer towards his face. you halt as you see that he's clearly red in the face.

"is it okay if i kiss you?" you look into his eyes. he takes a deep breath and nods. you lean in and you two share your first kiss with each other. he relaxes into the kiss as you feel his plush lips against yours and pull him in closer. the moment was sweet until you break the kiss pulling away to see him.

he smiles at you, and you see his two perfect rows of of pearly whites while he's giddy.

"your smile is really cute, too." he shys away blushing once more. that homework break was very much worth it he thought to himself.

"should we get back to work?" you laugh knowing that he was still in is head reminiscing the moment that happened ten seconds ago.

"no, not really." he laughs with you. "we can finish this later. i just want to hang with you." he added. you held his hand and start talking to him, admiring him once again.

maybe fate did bring you guys together.

[milkybonya]

u hate me, i love u _ pjh

order 050, @sunoo-bby : small classic milk tea with pudding and crystal tapioca pearls

#: enemies to lovers!, highschool!au, secret admirer, smol little drabble, fluff/minimal angst (?), your secret admirer is the person you hate the most

[💌: the xdinary heroes album is so good T.T also why do i feel like my writing is so awkward here uh </3]

when you open your eyes, you're met with the exact sight you were expecting to see. yet another note slipped between the cracks of your locker door.

you reach for it with a small smile, opening it inside the locker so no one else can see.

y/n

was your weekend okay? it was sunny, so i hope you got to enjoy the weather! the exam is coming up, too.. let's do our best but not get too stressed <3 enjoy this candy! i know it's your favourite :)

i just know you're beautiful today, too, as always ♡

- 꿀

you fold the note again after clutching it to your chest, placing it in the jar within your locker where all his notes are kept.

"reading those stupid notes again?" a voice whispers in your ear, making you jump.

"Jihoon! go away," you shriek, shoving the boy aside before you slam your locker shut.

he cackles dramatically.

"stay deluded," he tells you before walking away.

you glare at his backpack after he turns his back to you, finding a new pin added to his collection on his bag.

'꿀', it reads. the korean word for 'honey'. the same pseudonym your secret admirer uses. must be some crazy coincidence...

-

in class, Jihoon won't stop throwing tiny pieces of paper at you from behind. it frustrates you so much that you ask the teacher to use the bathroom. really, you just end up roaming through the halls, trying to calm down so you can focus again.

somehow, Jihoon finds you again, even in the hallway. unknowing to you, he felt bad and asked the teacher if he could grab some water just so he could run after you.

"can you please just leave me alone right now," you mutter at the ground, not even meeting his eyes once you notice him approaching you.

instead of leaving, he places a warm hand on your shoulder, making you look up.

"i'm sorry if i crossed the line, y/n," he says, his heart racing in his throat.

you've never seen him act so sweetly, so you tilt your head to the side, confused.

-

as you help the teacher collect the homework later that day, you can't stop staring at Jihoon's. the writing looks so familiar... when you ask Jihoon if you can take a photo of Jihoon's homework to check something, he smirks and tells you if you want to copy, you could just ask. you roll your eyes at him and take a photo of his writing, anyway.

you spend the day staring at the photo, wondering why it's so familiar. when you open your locker and your eyes fall on the jar of notes from 꿀, it clicks. you scramble to open one of the notes and compare it to the photo of Jihoon's writing.

it's a perfect match...

-

"your writing in your homework looks exactly like the writing in all these notes. also, you have a 꿀 pin on your backpack. it's too muxh now to be coincidence, no?" you tell Jihoon as you interrogate him after class.

he gulps and looks away.

"do you want me to be your admirer?"

"i--"

you're at a loss for words.

"you've caught me, y/n. and now it's up to you what you'll do next," he says quietly, playing with the strings of his hoodie.

"why are you so mean to me if you're ny admirer?" you ask.

he looks up at you with warm eyes that focus on a loose strand of your hair. his fingers reach out to push it out of your eyes.

"i just didn't want to get caught... so i acted the opposite of what i felt. i'm sorry if you were ever hurt by me."

you're baffled, but if this is your admirer, you can't give up on him so fast.

"take me on a date or two and i'll decide," you say, reaching for his hand.

his sad look turns into a smile as he squeezes your hand.

"really?"

"yes!"

[milkybonya]

alone together _ pjh

order 049, anon: large classic milk tea with mango jelly for trsr's Jihoon

#: boyfriend!Jihoon x gender neutral reader, established relationship, kisses, the beach!, about 1k ish maybe less ?

[💌: the beach being across the street reminds me of my trip to gangreung with my friend,, i miss korea so bad will i ever be over her :(]

after months of dating Jihoon and never getting to spend a single night together, you decided to treat yourselves to a night at a hotel.

when you walk into the hotel room, you find Jihoon already on the bed, marvelling at the room.

"finally, a night with just the two of us together in our own space. y/n! i'm so happyyyyy," he says to himself, kicking his feet around and giggling.

you suddenly feel a wave of emotion, wanting to run up to him and smother him with your love.

you walk up to him and push Jihoon down onto the bed. he laughs, feeling his heart race in his chest. a blush creeps up on his cheeks and his pretty teeth show as he smiles. carefully, you smooth the hair out of his eyes and he leans into your touch.

"w-what are you up to, y/n?" he stutters.

"kisses," you mumble, placing your legs on either side of him and hovering above him as he lays on his back.

you lean in forwards, pressing hard kisses to his forehead, cheeks, the tip of his nose, his lips, his collarbone. each time, your lips make a loud, smacking sound and the boy beneath you giggles.

your hands find his and you interlock fingers as he waves your hands around on the bed, staring into your eyes.

"kiss my lips again, lovely, i dare you," Jihoon mutters in a low tone.

you let your lips meet slowly and let the kiss linger, enjoying the way Jihoon brings a hand to gently rest on the back of your neck so he can slightly deepen the kiss. the way you gasp into his lips makes him smile.

when you pull away, he smiles and then giggles, pinching your cheeks and kissing your nose.

"i love you i love you i love you y/n."

"i love you even more than that, Jihoon."

he pulls you on top of him to hug you, letting you rest your head on his chest as he strokes the back of your head.

"my angel, you are," he says quietly to himself.

you can smell his cologne and just barely hear his heartbeat. his arms feel strong around you and you love how warm he makes you feel. finally getting to comfortably cuddle like this makes you so happy.

"Hoon-ah," you call out.

Jihoon responds with a hum.

"i'm so happy..."

he presses a kiss to your temple, somehow holding you closer.

"as you deserve to be, angel. i'm so glad," he replies.

"what shall we do today? it's only 3pm!" you point out.

"mmmm," Jihoon hums into your hair, your sweet scent making him dizzy so he's unable to focus.

"can we just stay here forever..." he mum

bles, still stroking the back of your head.

"okay," you agree, propping yourself up with your arms on either side of Jihoon's body.

he peers at you from beneath you, wondering what you're doing as you delicate trace his features with the tip of your finger.

his cheekbones, his nose, his eyebrows, his forehead, his jawline, his chin, his lips. he kisses your finger when you touch them, staring into your eyes.

"i wanna go to the beach," you suddenly say.

the sparkle in your eyes is irresistable, and Jihoon soon finds himself holding your hand as you take the hotel elevator down to the lobby, wearing bathing suits under your clothes.

you and Jihoon had purposely gotten a hotel by the water so that you could get some beach time in, so there's no way you'd skip this.

the two of you exit the hotel hand-in-hand and start running to the beach just across the street. the sand hitting your toes makes you squeal and Jihoon laughs, squeezing your hand as you draw closer to the water. you already know Jihoon will tease the hell out of you and nearly push you in, so instead, you run up behind him and push him in first.

Jihoon stumbles in the sand and falls into the water, laughing as he pulls his hair out of his eyes.

"i can't be having this much fun alone, y/n," he says in a deep voice, getting up and walking over to you. he wraps his cool, wet arms around your warm ones and pulls you closer with a smirk. he kisses your nose before throwing you into the water with him, yet making sure he's behind you so he ends up getting wet and you simply fall on top of him.

you slap his chest lightly and whine, telling him to never do that again even though the way his strong arms caught you made you feel butterflies. he kisses your face, now salty from the water and smiles up at you from below. the way the water droplets on your skin and hair reflect the sun's light makes you seem like a mystical sea creature, and Jihoon admired you with a grin until you shyly tell him to stop staring.

"i can stare at the love of my life all i want, thanks," Jihoon says, brushing the hair out of your eyes.

you take hold of his strong forearms, wrapped around your waist, as you lean in to kiss your pretty boyfriend's forehead. he shuts his eyes and enjoys the feeling of your warmth, the sound of the sea and the gentle breeze that makes him shiver.

[milkybonya]

사랑가시 _ pjh

order 047, anon: small strawberry milk tea with fresh taro for treasure's Jihoon

warnings: this is all angst </3

#: idol!Jihoon x non idol!(gn)reader, breakup angst, <500 words

[💌: communication is important in any relationship/friendship, kids ♡ always communicate and tell people what you want/how you feel!]

it was all Jihoon's fault.

he blamed being an idol and being so busy that time was taken away from you both, but in the end it was Jihoon's fault and he knew it. he just didn't want to admit it. to leave with guilt on top of everything else meant he would fall apart, which he kind of already was.

so, he had to lie. he had to lie on that interview for his own sake and pray that you wouldn't watch it, even though you did.

"Jihoon, you recently covered 'Pricked' by WINNER, is there any reason you chose this song? teumes have been speculating the song means something to you, since your emotions while singing it were so strong," the interviewer said.

the rest of the treasure members eyed Jihoon, wondering what he would say. they all knew about your breakup with him and knew he was the one in the wrong.

"actually.." Jihoon started, scratching the back of his neck, "i can say it now because we're no longer together but.. i was dating someone. i loved them a lot, maybe even to death but they hurt me. because i was an idol, it was hard to find time for us even though i tried and... they were extremely mean to me about it. my feelings were hurt a lot."

Jihoon's voice was shakey and his mouth wobbled as he spewed lie after lie. Hyunsuk threw an arm around him as a gesture to stop talking.

your eyes filled with tears watching the interview on your computer at home. how could he say all of that, publicly? how could he put the blame on you when you were nothing but patient?

you broke up with him because it didn't make sense to go on any longer.

Jihoon was always at his schedules or the dorms, barely even making time for you once a month. it was only after his schedules slowed down, which took a few months, when he could properly make time for you. even when he was with you, his attention wa elsewhere, on his phone or a computer game.

so one day, you told him you wanted to end it.

"there's no more love in us, Jihoon-ah. let's stop before we hurt ourselves even more."

although you were the only one hurt at the time. it was only after the break-up that Jihoon started feeling the hurt, too. so much so that he actually wanted to cover 'Jerk' by iKON instead of 'Pricked', since as the song goes, he wanted to be the bad guy instead of you because you were so good to him.

but he was scared and couldn't bring himself to do it, so he blamed you. he blamed you and... he missed you. and he hated himself.

this is how his painful first love would end: with you not knowing how hard he actually tried to keep you, and him not knowing that it was never enough.

[milkybonya]

hiii congratulations for the milestones! you deserve itt <333 (sorry if im late hehe) alsoo can i request for the followers milestones event? jihoon from trsr a short little social media au imagine? congratulations againn ^_^

hi anon thank you so much! you're definitely not late~~ i hope you enjoy this >_<

☆_bf!Jihoon texts

#: established relationship, idol!Jihoon, gn reader, fluff and cracc <33

[milkybonya]

sunrise_pjh

order 043, @yogurteume : large honey milk tea with regular tapioca pearls for trsr Jihoon

warnings: mentions of insomnia

barista 🥛's 💌: i don't really explain how Jihoon and y/n met here so you, the reader can decide <3 college besties? work friends ?! neighbours? it's up to you!! also, sunrise by Mino just makes me feel things :") do y'all remember Jihoon imitating Mino's runaway? it kills me every time i think about it >_<

sunrise_MINO.mp3

with the darkness comes thoughts, many thoughts that swirl around your head and leave you tangled within them. you're used to it now, though. always just waiting for it to pass.

with the sunrise, you finally fall asleep. the light drowns out your thoughts, your head too heavy and fuzzy from lack of sleep.

you call yourself a night owl, but really you just have insomnia quite often. or, you did... until you met Jihoon.

after becoming friends, you've been inseparable. every night he calls you until you fall asleep, and every night, you fall asleep a little earlier.

"the sun is rising, y/n. you're still up?" he asked you the first time you called into the night.

"mhm. now it's up, i can sleep," you muttered, dozing off.

Jihoon found your sleeping schedule strange, but didn't say anything. he just listened to your soft, deep breaths through the phone until he had the heart to hang up.

=♡=♡=♡=

"y/n? ... y/n? are you asleep?" Jihoon whispers loudly into his phone. he's met with silence and he checks the time.

3:04am.

he smiles to himself. it's such an improvement from 6:30am, when the sun rises and when you usually feel sleepy. he doesn't want to wake you with his rustling, so he hangs up and decides to tell you tomorrow about how early you fell asleep.

=♡=♡=♡=

"y/n! guess what?" Jihoon yells into the phone.

you jump and hit your arm on the wall while you're changing to leave for the day.

"Jihoon! just say it!!" you almost yell, in pain from hurting yourself.

"you... fell asleep at 3am last night!"

you can hear the smile in his voice and it makes you smile, too.

"i... did?"

"yeah!!"

a moment of silence passes as you try to remember how you fell asleep so early. all you can remember is Jihoon telling you about his day. he'd been to an theme park with his friend, Hyunsuk, and had a hard time deciding what he wanted from the souvenir shop.

"you've been falling asleep way before the sunrise these days, y/n. what's up with that?"

you're my sunrise, Jihoon.

that's your first thought, but you don't dare say it. even jokingly, you don't want to risk your friendship in any way.

"i don't know, Jihoon. maybe your voice is just so boring that it puts me to sleep," you joke, putting a shirt on.

(don't worry, it's always voice calls with Jihoon. he can't see you ♡)

"oh, har har. at least you're sleeping more healthily now!" Jihoon says.

you hum in response.

"got a busy day ahead?" the boy asks you, yawning.

"yeah, but you clearly don't. are you still in bed?" you ask, wishing you were there to aggressivly rustle his hair.

"yeah.. and what about it, loser?! you jealous?"

you can visualize him sticking his tongue out at the phone.

"maerong!" he says.

(maerong - 메롱 - sticking your tongue out, teasing someone)

"you idiot," you say, trying not to laugh.

"i'm your idiot, though," he mumbles.

you go stiff. Jihoon flirts with you a lot, but you never know how to respond. is it a joke? is he for real?

"i won't bother you anymore. go get ready!" Jihoon says.

"nooo... don't hang up yet," you whine.

"how are you not sick of me?" Jihoon asks.

you already know what's coming.

"i'm just that great, aren't i?"

"we're still meeting on friday, right?" you ask, ignoring him and his bloated ego.

"yeah... 'cause you're in love with me," he teases, again.

i am, Jihoon. completely in love.

again, you don't say it.

instead, you continue getting ready while Jihoon brags about himself and you shake your head at him, even though he can't see you.

=♡=♡=♡=

friday comes and with it come the butterflies. seeing Jihoon in person is always exciting!

you try to pick out an outfit that looks good but isn't too tryhard, yet you're stunned when Jihoon shows up in a hoodie and jeans and still looks that good.

he greets you with a hug and the scent of his perfume makes you dizzy. you want to wrap yourself in it..

"well, y/n, shall we?" he asks, inviting you to walk beside him.

Jihoon can't stop smiling when he's with you, his eyes constantly hidden behind his cheeks. you don't even have to say or do anything and you'll have him melting into a pool at your feet. he keeps checking that you're still walking beside him, winking at you every time your eyes meet his like the silly flirt he is.

Jihoon wanted to take you somewhere today and he's kept it a secret. as he walks you there, you whine and pull on his arm to tell you where he's taking you.

"Jihooooon where are we going?!"

"shh y/n you'll see."

eventually, you find yourself away from the city and on a nature trail. you shuffle closer to Jihoon, still holding onto his arm and feeling a little scared surrounded by all the trees, now.

"everything okay?" he asks, smiling at you.

you nod and he pats your head.

eventually, after some time of walking, you hear Jihoon say, "we're here!"

you didn't realize you were looking at the ground this whole time until Jihoon speaks and you look up. you're at a clearing with grass, trees scattered far enough around for there to be room for the picnic blanket on the floor, a basket and a few other things. the clearing is just before a cliff, safely far away from it for you to not feel any fear, but close enough for you to see the pretty mountains below.

"Jihoon.. what is this where are we ?!" you exclaim, running to the picnic blanket.

"Hyunsuk-hyung showed me this place and i've always wanted to bring you here. do you like it?" Jihoon asks.

he seems a little nervous as he shifts from foot to foot, but when you gently touch his arm as you tell him how beautiful it is, he feels a return to calm again.

"i'm so glad you like it.. we can watch the sunset from here together! you know how much the sun means to us... let's sit."

when you get seated and Jihoon opens the basket, letting you have some of the fruits and snacks, you feel some tension in the air. Jihoon doesn't seem like himself.

"Jihoon.. is everything okay today? you seem so anxious," you say.

"yeah i just.. ah i was going to tell you this when the sun was all pretty setting against the sky but.."

you watch Jihoon shift so he's properly facing you and not the mountains. he takes hold of your hands, stroking them with his thumbs. it feels like your heart is also being caressed with the amount of butterflies you feel.

"y/n.. i know we've started as friends and have been friends but i think.. somewhere along the way i started feeling something more for you and i can't keep it to myself anymore. y/n.. i like you," he says.

you can see his cheeks dusted with red and you grin before pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose.

"Jihoon... i like you, too. you're.. you're my sunrise. i've been sleeping so well with you in my life," you tell him.

he's reeling from the kiss you gave him and now your words, and he hangs his head as he chuckles, still holding onto your hands.

when he looks up, he brings a hand to your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb while smiling.

"i'll be your sunrise, y/n. and i can promise you that i won't ever set."

[milkybonya]

treasure reaction: s/o has a good voice

hyung line | maknae line here

order 030, anon: small classic milk tea with banana tapioca pearls and fresh passionfruit for treasure

warnings: none!

barista 🥛's note: tumblr only allows 10 images or gifs or whatever so i had to divide this into hyung and maknae line T.T

Hyunsuk

LITERALLY THE GIF SPEAKS FOR ITSELF !! when he hears you singing in the shower one morming, he thinks it's Yedam with how soothing your voice is. then, he realizes he's literally at your house, so how could that be Yedam?! when he opens the bathroom door, you peek out from behind the shower curtain and ask if everything is okay. Hyunsuk silently blows you a kiss and leaves, excited about how his s/o sings well. he starts romanticizing a life with the two of you as a rapper-singer duo, and when you leave the shower, he gushes words of praise.

"y/n, i didn't know you can sing so well?! what should our rapper-singer duo name be ?!"

Jihoon

mans was just minding his own business, telling the treasure boys something in the dorm when suddenly you walk out of his room belting one of your favourite songs to sing. he sits there with his jaw dropped, just watching as you continue moving aroumd the dorm while singing. when the members ask him about you, he shrugs his shoulders. he literally had no clue his s/o could sing so well despite the two of you not being newly acquainted or anything. finally, his brain starts working and he gets up, walking towards you and whisking you back to his room in a hug so he can interrogate you.

"where did you learn to sing so well, hm? and why have you been hiding it from me?"

Yoshinori

this boy's reaction comes in many phases pls save my heart he's so cute. at first, when you start singing in the kitchen, thinking Yoshi isn't awake yet, he just vibes with you, dancing along and bobbing his head. then he's like... wait, i haven't heard y/n sing like this before? especially when you belt out some high notes, or something. so he's :shocked: just like Jihoon, freezes in place until it's over. when you finally notice him there and stop singing, he's all ♡_♡ for you, sweet and smiley like in the gif. like Jihoon, he'll ask you where you learned to sing like that and why you haven't shown him before.

"are you an angel? seriously, i think i somehow fell even more in love with you."

Junkyu

his initial reaction when you show him your skills at his makeshift karaoke (its just his computer, some mics, and a speaker in his room) is like in the gif, but that doesn't last long. soon, he'll be harmonizing with you, staring straight into your eyes, holding one of your hands and looking very starstruck and absolutely in love with you. only after the song ends, he'll ask about your singing skills in a cute voice. he'll be happy, because this means the two of you can do a lot of karaoke duets, but also that he can come to you for advice or with any questions about singing, even if you're not an expert.

"we can do so many fun duets, i'm so happy! you'll help me when i'm stuck with singing, right?"

Mashiho

look at this Mashiho oh lord i'm ♡_♡ Mashi would silently watch as you sing while washing the dishes. he'll just be there like 🧍🏻, frozen in place but also vibing like Yoshi would. he nods his head and closes his eyes as you hit alo the right notes. i don't think he would be super shocked or surprised or anything, but would quietly walk uo to you, wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder, asking when you'll sing for him like that again. he kinda always knew you were talented in many ways, and now this is just one of them. he's kinda bursting with excitement on the inside, though, and somehow falls even harder for you T.T

"so when will you sing for me again like this? i love you so much, my talented baby..."

Jaehyuk

silently gasps when he comes back home and finds you waiting in his dorm room for him, singing to pass the time. he's like: wait is that y/n? the y/n i know?? they can sing ??? he listens outside his room for a bit before he walks in and starts dramatically cheering, yelling, and clapping like in the gif. he tells you to keep singing while he does that because you need to get used to a live audience (pls this bby just wants to hype you up). when you're done, he cuddles into you and mumbles how cool you are, that he's fallen for you again a thousand times over, and that Yedam needs to watch his back cause you're coming for him.

"do you we have another Yedam in the house ?! don't tell him, but i think you're way cooler, jagi."

Asahi

precious precious precious kind of just subtle and quiet with the way he reacts and praises you. quietly vibes with you as you sing while doing some paperwork or homework. he watches and listens attentively from where you can't see him, his heart soaring at the way you perfectly hit all the notes. then, he approaches you all nervous and itchy like in the gif, quietly telling you how he heard all of that and thinks you're one of the best singers in the world. he also asks if you'll ever sing for him on his tracks, but no pressure though. he'll bury his head into your chest while hugging you, letting out a scream because he can't believe how much more lovable you get with each day :")

"the universe was so kind for bringing you into my life. you're an angel, an angel who can sing, too..."

Yedam

Yedam is all shy, flustered and amazed when he hears you singing his own song, wayo, in your bedroom. he stepped out to use your bathroom for a second and comes back to hear your angelic voice ??? he'll stand outside the door all nervous and giggly like in the gif, not sure if he should intrude or just stay outside and listen. he decides on the latter, entering your room only after you're done. he'll wrap his arms around you from behind, since you were sitting at your desk, and will press a soft kiss to your cheek. the first thing he actually says to you is just a series of compliments that never seem to end. he goes on and on about you and your voice, shyly talking and oblivious to the way his own face is getting red.

"y/n, you sang my own song so well. if we ever get married, will you serenade me with that song at our wedding?"

[mashimarshmello]

~Halloween with Treasure~

request: “can i request? Halloween with treasure? thank you!!!”

a/n: ngl i rushed this 😅. this is more of a relationship hc though bc halloween couples are cute sometimes. i also based most of them on their costumes this year. i hope i made it to your liking :)

hyunsuk

you told hyunsuk you had this fun thing planned for halloween and he was so excited, but when he came over you told him you two were watching insidious and insidious 2. he whined but you told him it wasn’t that scary..to you. and when i tell you he was holding onto you for dear life, i’m not playing. i swear you seen him shed a tear 😭 but you give him all the hugs and kisses after the bs you put him through.

jihoon

you would try to find jihoon around the house to show him your costume just for him to be hiding. as you walk around, he jumps out and scares you with the creepy purge mask on. it scares the sh*t out of you so you punch him in the face as your fight reflexes come on. as bad as you felt, you spent the halloween cleaning his face and caring for him as he sits there and pouts even though you apologized multiple times.

yoshi

you two dress up and two characters from tokyo revengers. yoshi dressed up as chifuyu and you think he looks so cute so you two take pictures. then you two do pumpkin carving and bake cookies and every cute little treat you two could buy and ironically watch tokyo revengers as this night dials down.

junkyu

he would want to have matching outfits with you. so you two are both witches this halloween and junkyu spends 20 minutes taking pictures of you guys. then he starts taking a bunch of pictures of himself and you had to hit him with your little broomstick to make him get off the phone lol. y’all were in a s’more mood so you got junkyu singing for you while you and him roasted marshmallows outside by the fire.

mashiho

i can definitely see him wanting to actually trick or treat. you dress up as a ‘men in black’ person while he’s in a cute pumpkin costume. long story short it was a dare, but he flaunted his cute pumpkin self and there were a couple people who might’ve mistaken him for a child. but he got good candy for it.💀

jaehyuk

since he felt cool, jaehyuk wanted to go to a party. you took him to a local one and he was ready to get down…only for him to come back to you saying he wanted to go home because he wasn’t feeling it anymore lmao. so you two go back home and you put on coraline as he cuddles up against you making his night.

asahi

you wanted to scare asahi this halloween and you try everything. scary mask, fake blood, light flickering, etc. but nothin was working. when he wanted to show you his costume he tapped on your shoulder and you turned around and jumped as you see kanoashi just standing there. asahi sincerely asked if you were okay but you two laughed it off.

yedam

you two would be watching scary movies too. right now, the movie scream is playing and yedam would say he’s not scared but you laugh and tease him every time he hides under the cover since you watched the movie before knowing what happens in every scene.

doyoung

he would want to party. you wonder why out of all the times he wants to go to a party in an outfit, he goes in a mario costume but you two go anyway. doyoung tells you the most corniest halloween pick up lines the whole night. one of them went “call me a jack-o-lantern because something lights up inside of me when i see you.” but you couldn’t take him seriously in the costume he was wearing.

haruto

you would take haruto to his first haunted house. you know haruto doesn’t like haunted houses but you drag him to one anyway telling him they aren’t as scary as they seem. as soon as he steps in there, he gets nervous and ask you to hold his hand. but he soon starts screaming like every two seconds. he screamed almost the whole time and when you two got out of there, you see a red, teary eyed haruto sniffling. you hold in your laugh and he cracks his voice saying “don’t ever put me through that again.”

jeongwoo

you two have a whole halloween movie marathon. you and jeongwoo watch hotel transylvania, monster house, goosebumps, scooby doo, that one spongebob episode with the hash slinging slasher 💀. you watch it all because he’s a scaredy-cat and doesn’t want to admit it, but he wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.

junghwan

you two have your matching ninja costumes and buckets ready and you two roam around town collecting halloween candy. junghwan was prepared to show off his “ninja skills” to get more treats (which surprisingly worked). you two went back to eat on the candy that was collected.

[milkybonya]

the square root of infinity

order 023, anon: large honey milk tea with mango jelly for Jihoon of treasure

Summary: bf!Jihoon of treasure comfort fluff, when reader is drowning in studies

Warnings: none!

word count: ~1k

[a/n]: moonchild by rm has been on repeat for me lately ! also i think,, things in my universe are perhaps finally falling into place? the chaos has settled and i feel ok,,, so here's to hoping that you, dear reader, will still stand tall after your chaos passes. it will all be okay in the end, even if it takes a while. i love you.

often when you study, you leave your whole environment a mess. the papers placed in specific places at specific angles to help you retain your memory of them.... it looks right to you but anyone else would think its just messy clutter.

either way, you're faced with your papers once again at 10:42am as you try to get in a morning study session. you sigh as you look over them carefully, trying to remember where you last left off last night.

your phone vibrating on your desk distracts you, and you pick it up to find your boyfriend calling you. his contact name names you smile, and you answer immediately.

"Jihoon!"

you can hear him pouting on the other end as he speaks.

"[y/n]? my [y/n]? why do you sound... off? you've been studying too much again, haven't you? well, it can't be helped. open the door when i knock and change your clothes before i get there! we're going out!!"

"but-"

"no buts, honey bun. i love youu see you soooon," Jihoon sings into the phone before hanging up.

you put your phone down slowly, feeling confused and yet excited at the same time. a smug expression wraps around your face as you stare at your papers, knowing you have an excuse not to touch them until later.

once you're changed, dressed warmly for the fall, and ready to go, you grab your phone and other things when Jihoon knocks. you finish what you were doing and rush to open the door, faced with your boyfriend who lifts his arms up to either side and invites you in for a hug.

his chest is warm under his winter coat, and you can hear his gentle heartbeat as your cheek is pressed against where his heart is. he wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on the top of your head after kissing your forehead first.

"how are you doing? okay?" he asks, and you weakly nod.

he shakes his head at you, knowing that you must be barely holding up.

"this won't do," he declares, turning around and bending down.

"get on my back!" he says, patting his own back while he says it.

"no, Jihoon, i can't do that!"

"just do it," he whines, and you comply.

both of you giggle like schoolkids as Jihoon trods towards the elevators in your apartment complex with you on his back. he tightly holds your legs and leans forwards to make sure you won't fall.

"having fun?" he asks, looking back to see your precious face sitting on his shoulder.

"tons of fun," you say, mirroring Jihoon's smile and ruffling his hair with force. he tries to escape it but can't, and you press a kiss to his head as an apology.

once you're out of your apartment building, Jihoon lets you hop off and takes hold of your hand, guiding you forward. he stops walking suddenly to turn around and look at you, zipping your jacket up all the way and making sure your scarf is sitting properly around your neck. he presses a quick, warm kiss to your cheek before he starts to walk again.

"Jihoon, where are we going?!" you ask, and he responds with a pretty eye smile.

"i need to get you something to eat! let's go have some warm ramen," he says.

there's a long lineup for the ramen spot, which has a tiny indoor seating space, and you begin to stress over your studies again. Jihoon gives you a warm back hug, resting his chin on your shoulder and whispering comforting words into your ear.

"[y/n], i know you're worried, but right now just focus on this moment. you'll have time to study later, but focus on rest and eating right now! if you rest and eat well, then you'll be able to study even better later on."

his words make you smile, and both of you continue talking and slowly moving up the line while in that position: your back pressed against Jihoon's chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you.

once you're inside, you take off your jackets and order your usual favourites from the menu. you first try each other's and give a review before each eating your own ramen bowls, and eat in silence with full mouths. although silence can be scary at times, it's comfortable with Jihoon, especially when he reaches for your hand from under the table from time to time to give it a squeeze.

"any room for dessert?" Jihoon asks you after sipping on the soup.

"always," you reply, both of you sharing smiles.

once you pay and leave, you both automatically walk towards your favourite dessert café without even having to tell one another where you're going. Jihoon's hand feels soft in yours as he gently swings your arms, talking about how his morning went as he was on campus running some errands.

you listen and react sincerely along to his words, urging Jihoon to continue. he realizes in that moment how thankful he is that you always listen to him so well, and he makes a mental note to verbally thank you for it later. in that moment, all he can do is give you an eye smile as you tell him that he did well today.

"you did well, too [y/n]."

"huh?!"

"you did well, too," Jihoon repeats.

"oh.. but the day hasn't even started!"

"whether it has started or ended, you always do well. it's not about how much you get done, but about the fact that you actually sit down and try your best. some days you'll get a lot done, and somedays you'll get nothing done. but you still did well."

"Jihoon..."

he blushes under the sunlight and brings your hand to his chest.

"i'm sorry for being so sappy... let's head into the dessert place before i make things any worse," Jihoon says.

but he doesn't know that it's his sappiest moments like these that you love the most.

"do you know what the square root of infinity is, Jihoon?" you ask him as he holds open the café door for you.

"uh... why?"

"it's infinity. infinity plus infinity is infinity, infinity times infinity is infinity. my love for you is infinite too, and no matter what you subtract from it, what you add to it or how much you multiply or divide it by, it will always be infinity."

Jihoon's speechless, blushing even harder and trying to hide his hammering heartrate.

"now, who's the sappy one?" you ask.

"i think we're meant to be. and one of the reasons is cause we're both sappy," Jihoon says, taking hold of your hand again.

"i agree," you say, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before you walk up to the counter.

[milkybonya]

cake

order 019, anon: large banana milk tea with regular tapioca pearls and fresh taro + special order: reader and Jihoon are antiromantic* but end up fallinf for each other -> for Jihoon!

Warnings: like... some suggestive content? and angst

Summary: idol!Jihoon who also happens to be your best friend! falls for you after you kiss him despite both of you not believing in romantic love

word count: 1k+

* for the sake of this fic, antiromantic just refers to not believing in love, and i'm not specifically referring to aromantic as the sexuality - i hope this makes sense and if it bothers anyone pls tell me and i'll reword it!!

[taglist]: @rutosruru-world ♡ fill out form to be added!

[a/n]: oh my god the way i'm so whipped for Jihoon rn!! i mean aren't we all but like... WOW

After ending his Inkigayo mc activities for the day, Jihoon was found back in the waiting room, furiously typing away on his phone with a smile. Hyunsuk, who had come to join his member on his drive home, shook his head.

"Texting [y/n] again?" Hyunsuk asked.

"Mmhmm... they asked me how the show was, so of course I have to reply!"

"Of course... just like you always do with us."

Jihoon looked up, glaring at Hyunsuk while hissing.

"I respond to you guys too!"

"Yeah, after 5 days!" Hyunsuk exaggerated.

Both of them knew they were just having a playful fight, and looked away with smiles on their faces. But Jihoon knew what was coming next.

"So when will you two start dating-"

"No. I don't wanna hear it," Jihoon said, cutting Hyunsuk off.

Hyunsuk whined.

"Oh, come on! You and [y/n] are my favourite ship... the couple I'm rooting for the most!"

"Go find a different ship, jagi, cause this one ain't sailing. We have no sails 'cause we burned them down," Jihoon retorted.

"Well," was all that Hyunsuk could say in response.

Back at the dorms, you were waiting for Jihoon with a lopsided cake that you'd tried baking and decorating. She was lopsided because well... you'd given her just too much love (icing) on one side. You tried your best, though!

"[y/n], your wife's home," Hyunsuk said, referring to Jihoon as your 'wife'.

After Hyunsuk scrolled through your contacts once to help you find something, he had a good laugh seeing Jihoon saved as 'wifey' on there, and now he would not stop bringing it up.

"Wifey!" you yelled, placing the cake on the kitchen counter and running towards the front door.

You pouted seeing Jihoon remove his jacket with such heavy shoulders.

"Our wifey is the breadwinner of this family," you said, helping him hang up his jacket.

He smiled at the sight of you, though, pulling you into a hug.

Hyunsuk couldn't help but squeal watching you two be all 'lovey-dovey' as he called it, despite the fact that the two of you did not believe in romantic attraction at all. Everything in life was platonic.

You shooed Hyunsuk away and stuck your tongue out at Jeongwoo, who was making vomiting noises from the livingroom.

"Shut up, everyone knows you hug Jaehyuk like this too," Jihoon snapped.

You chuckled slightly before showing your friend the caked you'd baked.

"Wow, [y/n], that's really..." Jihoon started.

"Bad? Yeah, I know she's ugly but let's try it!" you said excitedly.

"Did I forget someone's birthday?" Jihoon mumbled to himself as he helped you grab some plates and forks.

"Nope! I just felt like baking a cake," you confessed with a grin, cutting in and revealing the delicious exterior.

"Wow... that actually looks good!" Jihoon praised you.

"Let's try it," you said.

You both counted down from 3 before taking big bites... and... it tasted good! No, not good, but amazing!!

Jihoon's eyes literally started watering because it was that good. He kept making weird sounds while eating it too, saying over and over again how good it was.

His praises made you laugh, but even cuter and funnier was the bit of frosting winking at you from his upper lip. Gosh, his lips... the way they pouted as he ate and while he spoke...

"Jihoon?"

"Hm?" he groaned, his mouth still full.

"I know we like... don't believe in love or whatever so... it would be fine if I... kissed you, right?"

Jeongwoo had left the livingroom, so no one was there to hear your conversation.

"Yeah... wait, what?" Jihoon said, agreeing at first since he was still so focused on eating, but then realizing what you had said.

"I mean... kissing is not really romantic until you say or think it is, right?

"I-I guess..." Jihoon agreed, shrugging while still eating.

"Then, can you stop eating for a second?"

Another muffled groan escaped Jihoon's full cheeks before he finally finished his mouthful and blinked at you, running his fingers through his hair to push it out of his eyes.

Your heart racing slight (and you wondered why, as you weren't even a romantic individual!), you stepped forward and gently pressed your lips to Jihoon's soft and sweet ones, wiping off the frosting. His lips were so warm that they were like a source of comfort in the chilly dorm, and you didn't want to pull away... but you also didn't want to linger and make Jihoon uncomfortable.

"There was cream on your lips! I wanted to try kissing it off," you said, giggling to yourself.

Jihoon was bright red in the face and avoided your eyes, laughing awkwardly and shifting around. His heart was racing, his palms were slightly sweaty and his eyes kept shaking, too. He wanted... to hold your precious hands. To hold you and kiss you one more time...

Was this just because he hadn't kissed someone in so long? But he did kiss the members... but never on the lips!

"Jihoon? Are you okay?" you asked him, worried.

"Y-yeah! I'm okay," he said, laughing slightly.

"Good... let's keep some cake for the other members, too... that way we won't eat too much as well," you said, pushing the cake away from the both of you.

Jeongwoo walked into the kitchen then, gasping.

"Wow, you two ate half of it already?"

"You know what-" Jihoon started.

But Jeongwoo pointed at his hyung's face.

"What's up with you? Did you drink or something? Why are you so red?"

"Jeongwoo shut up before I-"

"I kissed him," you said, straightforward.

"WHAT?!" Jeongwoo shrieked, eyes widening.

Jihoon stared at you in horror, too.

"Yeah... we're friends who don't believe in love... we can do that much, right?"

"Okay so I'm gonna leave-" Jeongwoo started, walking away.

"Don't tell anyone!" Jihoon called after him.

"And I'm gonna tell everyone," Jeongwoo whispered to himself, snickering.

Jihoon simply blinked at you, not sure what to say.

"I'm sorry Jihoon, I-"

"Do it again."

"What?"

"Do it again.

"Do what again?" you asked Jihoon, puzzled.

"Kiss me. Do it... again," Jihoon said.

"What? I- why?"

"Just do it!" Jihoon whined, pouting.

So you leaned in quickly, pressing your lips onto his before quickly pulling away.

Jihoon looked puzzled, bringing his fingers to his lips and wondering why they were tingling, why he wanted you to kiss him again and why his heart was still racing.

"Jihoon... is everything okay?" you asked him.

"[y/n]..."

"Yah, so Jeongwoo just told me the most saucy thing ever, that you two-" Hyunsuk started, striding into the kitchen.

"[y/n], didn't you have a class to go to?" Jihoon asked you, a dazed yet sad smile on his face.

"Yeah, but-"

"You should get going, you don't want to be late! I'll make sure the other boys eat some of your cake, too."

"Oh, okay," you said, feeling strangely dejected despite beginning to pack up your things nonetheless.

"Did I just... walk in at the wrong time?" Hyunsuk asked, watching you as you left the dorms.

"No! Here, have some cake," Jihoon said, offering up a plate.

You closed the door behind you and walked out, feeling numb.

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Jihoon did not contact you for a whole month. He ignored your texts, your calls, didn't wish you luck for your exams, didn't visit your house or ask you to come to the dorms.

Thankfully, the rest of the members were still talking to you, especially Junkyu.

Junkyu : he's being really weird. anytime we bring u up, he just changes the topic,, i don't get it :c

you : i'm worried abt him.. he's ok tho, right?

Junkyu : yeah! well... that's the only thing he tells me to tell you when i say ur asking abt him hah

you : ok but how is he actually doing ?

Junkyu : yeahhh not well... he's quiet all the time and always stays in his room

you : oh my god he's never been like that ??

Junkyu : i know :c

you : no idc i'm coming over rn

Junkyu : OH MY GOD [Y/N]

you : what? and who can stop me?

Junkyu : i won't open the door

you : i know the passcode??

Junkyu : I'LL CHANGE THE PASSCODE

you : hah good luck

Out of worry, you made your way to treasure's dorms and mentally smacked yourself for not having done this before. You were stubborn and hoped Jihoon would contact you first, but right now was not the time.

When you got there, you opened the door with ease and walked straight to Jihoon's room. Junkyu was guarding it and you gently kicked him aside.

"He's my friend and I'm worried, now let me in," you huffed, opening the door.

"You won't like what you see..." Junkyu mumbled.

You closed the door behind you and stepped into the darkness. The curtains were closed, the light was off, the only sound was from the whirring of the fan, and Jihoon was sprawled out on his bed.

"Please leave," he weakly groaned.

"Oh my God Jihoon what is this state you're in? Have you eaten? Have you been drinking water? Wait, I'm going to go get you something to eat right now-" you rambled, leaving the room and heading straight to the kitchen. Junkyu, sat outside, was incredibly confused.

"[y/n]?" Jihoon mumbled, sitting up in bed, his hair a mess.

When you returned, some toast on a plate in your hands, the boy was rubbing his puffy eyes before you.

"First have a glass of water," you said, holding it out to him.

He refused and you forced him to take hold of it.

"This is not a game, Jihoon! You haven't eaten for god knows how long and-"

"We went to an all-you-can-eat buffet yesterday," Jihoon groans, sipping the water you handed him but refusing the toast.

Your jaw dropped.

"With who?" you asked.

"Junkyu."

"THAT BITCH!" you screamed, racing out the door to yell at Junkyu who had told you that Jihoon had not left his house.

"LISTEN, HE LEFT THE HOUSE FOR THE FIRST TIME YESTERDAY!" Junkyu yelled in defense.

"I've been going to the gym and going on walks," Jihoon confessed.

"Junkyu I've actually had it with you," you huffed, trudging back into Jihoon's room to angrily eat the toast yourself.

"Jihoon... where have you been? Why have you been ignoring me and what's going on?"

"Well..." Jihoon started, looking up to make sure the door was shut.

"[y/n], since that day you kissed me... I realized I may not be an antiromantic," he explained.

You heart raced, because it would be a lie to say you hadn't been feeling the same. Kissing Jihoon that day and realizing how it made you feel was a bit of a wild, eye-opening experience. You had never worried about Jihoon as much as you did now when he shut you out... thoughts would race through your mind like 'do i like this boy'?

"Okay..." you said, encouraging him to continue.

"So... I know this was super selfish and I'm so sorry, but I was actually going to call you today, but... I stopped talking to you to see if I really liked you like that and [y/n]... for the whole month I thought about you everyday and it wasn't just like 'wow, I wanna go grab some boba with [y/n]!' but more of a 'I miss [y/n] so badly and i want to hug them and press my face into their chest and smell their scent and-"

"B-but Jihoon... friends can hug each other too," you pointed out.

Jihoon shook his head.

"It's more than just that... but I won't go into detail. But [y/n], I care about you so much that I think... this is what it feels like you love a person? It may not involve skinship or maybe it does but I don't know... suddenly I just want to call you my s/o."

You were both quiet for a second, letting the words sink in.

"What... do you think?" Jihoon asked you.

"Firstly, you should've told me about these thoughts and instead of shutting me out, we could have dealt with them together. Secondly... I've been feeling the same, Jihoon. I got way more worried during this month than I ever have been in my life, and that's saying a lot."

Jihoon smiled, his eyes forming crescents and you reached out your hand to squish his cheeks, then stopping yourself, thinking it wasn't timely.

But Jihoon held your hand as you started to pull it back, making your heart flutter.

"What is it? Did you want me to hold your hand?" he asked, innocently.

You laughed, shaking your head and gently pushing his hand away.

"I wanted to do this," you said, holding his face in your hand and pressing his cheeks with your fingers and thumb.

He giggled under your touch.

"What the heck are you doing?!" he asked you.

"I don't know, but you're cute," you said.

"So are you," Jihoon said, ruffling your hair.

"So are y'all like dating now or what?" Jeongwoo asked outside Jihoon's room.

"YAH! STOP EAVESDROPPING!" Jihoon yelled, standing up and trudging towards the door.

You heard Jeongwoo's footsteps as he ran away and laughed. Junkyu was still sitting by the door and shrugged at you as Jihoon chased Jeongwoo around.

"So... are y'all-"

"Ok I'm leaving," you said, standing up.

"No! I need to know!" Junkyu said, holding onto your leg.

"Jihoon, are we dating?" you asked boldly as he continued running around the dorm.

"Yeah, only if you want to as well!" Jihoon shouted back.

Junkyu gasped.

"Well, do you want to?" he asked you.

"Yeah," you said, smiling and walking out of Jihoon's room.

"I'll call you, [y/n]! Just let me get Jeongwoo first," Jihoon told you, hugging you tightly before returning to chasing after Jeongwoo.

[milkybonya]

secret admirer | part 7

🌸🧸Junkyu helps the baristas plan something for 🏸 boys🧸🌸

《part 6《

[a/n]: merry christmas (if u celebrate it ☆ if not then happy holidays ♡) !! i hope this is a good gift for u, dear reader <3

》part 8》

summary: a racket boys x treasure crossover--y/n is close with some of the treasure high badminton players and drags themselves as well as the whole team into a big mess. Mashiho has a secret admirer, so does y/n, and the whole team falls apart as they try to connect the dots together.

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