#Writing this just accelerated my plans for my first multi chapter fic oop

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First kisses with Jihyun!

The game didn't let us get one I'd LOVE to see how you think it would have happened 😍🥰❤😍😍

Secret-hearts~Maya🥰

Maya! Thank you for this request!

To be honest, I’ve never rewritten something so many times before. I’ve been trying to find the angle I want to write from since you sent in this ask. I have a lot of feelings about V and his route in general and I wanted to execute this prompt properly without going on a tangent (that’s for a potential fic hehe).

All that being said, here it is! I hope you enjoy <3

Jihyun - First Kisses

You were so sure that reuniting with Jihyun would be easy. He would return, sweep you off your feet, and you’d fit together again like you did before he left. Everything that you had been struggling with since his departure wouldn’t matter anymore.

It was ridiculous. You knew it. However, your fantasy persevered. When he returns became a recurring mantra in your mind.

I just need to hang on until he returns.

Everyone will worry less when he returns.

Late at night, when you’re plagued by the persistent sense of dread that has become your new normal, you hold on to it like a lifeline.

When he returns, it will be easier.

Always when, never if. If was something you didn’t dare think.

***

He shows up when you least expect him to. In the middle of a party, like a bright blue wildflower popping up between the ornate tiles under your feet.

The sight of him sends an involuntary shock through your body. You stare, willing your eyes to make sense of the figure standing in front of you. Beautiful, with newly styled hair and tanned skin. Healthy. Happy. So happy.

The RFA members surround you, with expressions varying from pained to relieved. Standing amongst them, his smile is dissonant. A bright light amongst the dimmed shades.

You contort your face into what you hope resembles a smile. His mouth is moving, but you can’t keep up. The hall has always made sounds echo more than usual but now, it seems like it’s all your brain can focus on.

You just keep staring at his face, waiting for everything to make sense. Waiting for the ache in your chest to die down, for your brain to catch up. He’s back he’s back.

Then why does everything still hurt?

Somehow, you end up together in the gardens, away from the echoing mess of the hall. He presses a glass of water into your hand, and you notice the warmth of his fingers against yours. He says your name and it tugs at something in your memory.

When he says your name, it sounds like secret phone calls and hushed bedside conversations. Like echoing hallways and great escapes. Things you are familiar with. He is still your V. You whisper his name under your breath like a reminder.

Jihyun, he corrects. Oh.

For a little while, you stand in silence. There’s too much you want to say, but you don’t think you can say anything at all. Not without falling to pieces right here in front of him. Conversation with him used to be as easy as breathing. He knew your mind, and you thought you knew his.

You must have zoned out, because he reaches for your free hand to try and catch your attention. He calls your name again. You take a sip of your water and try to pull yourself back to reality.

Slowly, you manage to focus your eyes on him. Out in the gardens, he looks more real. More human, less burning light. His expression has simmered down to a soft, tentative smile. His eyes glitter in the flickering garden light.

“You’re back,” you say dully. “Really back.”

“I am.” If he’s annoyed by your redundant statement, he doesn’t let on. He keeps his eyes intently focused on you, trying to catch the slightest change in your expression.

A noise escapes your throat, one that sounds like it’s somewhere between a sob and a scoff.

“I missed you.” Your voice cracks.

This isn’t easy.

That’s the realization that knocks down the last of your strength. You cannot be brave anymore.

Tears spill onto your cheeks, and you make no effort to stop them. He shifts closer to you so he can cup your face in his hands and swipe away your tears with his thumbs. The tenderness of the gesture only makes you cry harder. You are so angry, you are so in love. How can these things coexist?

“I missed a lot while I was gone, didn’t I?” His voice is impossibly soft.

All you can do is nod.

He opens his arms to you, and you step in and hug him. You’re reminded of the day he left, of him pulling you into a hug like this and whispering apologies and promises into your hairline. His scent is still the same. You close your eyes and breathe him in, trying to slow your breathing.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

“Soon.”

He presses his lips to your forehead. “I’ll wait.”

You’re not sure how long you stand like that for, only that everything slowly starts to feel less overwhelming. You slip out of his arms after a while and lead him to a bench, where you sit and try to talk to him. You tell him about the members and, with some hesitation, about yourself too. The struggles you’ve faced, the scars that are still unhealed.

It’s difficult. You have to stop and start over a few times to get everything in order. You cry some more. He doesn’t interrupt, he only watches you attentively, holding your hand. It’s a reassuring presence, a promise that he’s really here with you.

When you finish, he takes a slow breath. “You did such a good job, holding everyone together. I’m so sorry for leaving you with it all... I missed you more than I can ever say, and I plan to spend the rest of our time together trying to make everything up to you.”

In that moment, it’s like a fog lifts. You see him properly, your beautiful Jihyun, with his earnest eyes and steady hands. His words heal a part of you that you didn’t even know was hurting. It doesn’t fix everything, but it makes it all feel more manageable.

You raise your hand to gently brush his cheek and you feel him lean into your touch. You lean forward a bit and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I’m going to hold you to that, you know.”

He chuckles and pulls you closer to kiss you again. It’s tearful and soft and new. Everything doesn’t feel the same as it did before, but you’re starting to realize that you don’t mind.

It was never going to be easy. Of course, a part of you always knew that.