#park jihoon fanfic

[starlitmark]

Summary: You've always pushed his buttons. What's the harm of pushing them a little more? Pairing: Park Jihoon (Treasure) x fem!reader Tropes: biker/badboy au Genre: Smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: piercings, language Smut Warnings: genital piercing, nipple piercings, tongue piercing, dirty talk, praise, degradation, sir kink, spit kink, oral (m receive), mentions of oral (f receive), dacryphilia, unprotected sex, clitoral stimulation, creampie Word Count: 1,785 Note: Happy birthday to my irl bestie @minjaeluver I wanted this to be much longer, but we both know we suffer in academia right now. A huge thank you to @anyamaris for the song assistance and @wooahaeproductions for the title help

BEFORE YOU INTERACT

Listen to ♡ Mmm by Treasure

“What’re you up to, pretty?” Jihoon calls from his place, leaning against the wall.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” You scoff, “I’m minding my business, unlike some people.”

Jihoon smirks while looking away for a moment. He pushes off the wall and approaches you. He stands a mere foot from you. His eyes were transfixed on you the entire time. You’ve always pushed his buttons with no repercussions in the past. You never expected it to bite you in the ass. Seeing him so close to you makes your heart beat through your chest. He leans forward to intensify the situation so his face is barely separated from yours. You can feel his breath puffing against your face. His dark brown eyes bore into you. 

“Jihoon…” you trail off, looking away for a moment.

He reaches a hand up to hold your chin between his thumb and forefinger. His dark-painted nails have always driven you a bit crazy, not that you would ever admit it. He forces you to look at him.

“Look at me.” He commands, “I need your undivided attention for what I’m about to tell you.”

All you can muster is a weak nod in his hold.

“If you agree, we’re taking my bike back to my place, and I’m going to fuck the attitude right out of you.” He gives you a closed-lipped smile.

“And if I don’t?” “We move on as if this conversation never happened.”

The next few moments are a whirlwind. Suddenly, Jihoon’s lips are pressed against yours in a heated kiss. That’s when you feel a warm metal ball rolling across your lower lip. You gasp against his lips, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. He drops his hands to your waist and pulls you closer to him.

“That’s not my only surprise for you, baby.” He practically growls.

“You  just gonna talk about it, or will you show me?” You tease back.

“Watch it, slut. You’re going to eat your words.”

You chuckle against his lips, “I’d like to see you try.”

Next thing you know, you’re being dragged into his apartment. You barely get a moment to breathe before he practically throws you into the wall beside the door and pins you there. One hand is tangled in a vice grip through your hair while the other holds your hip against the wall. In all honesty, you had been lightly teasing him the entire ride here. Small touches brushed over his growing bulge, little kisses along his throat, even trailing your hands up and down his abdomen and tracing the grooves of his muscles whenever you had the chance to loosen your hold around him. 

“You just can’t behave, can you?” 

You smirk at him instead of responding. 

“You answer me when I ask you a question, understood?” His grip on your hair tightens, eliciting a whimper from you, “Understood? Or are you that brainless already… I haven’t even properly touched you yet, pretty little whore.”

“I- I understand.” You gasp when he presses against your hip harder, “I understand, Sir.”

“There’s my good girl.”

You nearly melt at the praising comment. You don’t get very long to revel in it, though. He pulls you off of the wall and throws you over his shoulder. His hand is secure across the back of your thighs. The only view you have is of his lower body and the floor as he carries you down the hall to where you assume his room is. You’re thrown down onto a mattress and are met with the sight of Jihoon smirking at you.

“I told you I’d fuck the attitude out of you. I’m a man of my word, doll.”

He reaches to pull his shirt off of his body. The first thing in view is the tattoo on his hip. It’s a harsh, dark pistol pointed downward. You’ve seen a peek of it before when he occasionally stretches, but to see it in full now is enough to have a flood between your legs. As his shirt rises higher, you are stunned by a set of pretty silver bars running through his nipples. Earlier, when he mentioned more surprises for you, you hadn’t expected more piercings. The fact that they’re there has your mind diving off the deep end for the potential for more. He drops the shirt to the ground, leaving it an issue for later.

Sitting up, you try to reach toward him to place your hands against his abdomen and commit each grove and detail to memory. He doesn’t allow you that luxury. He catches your wrist midair and pins you back down to the bed with your arm above your head. He brings his other hand to your free hand and puts it into his already occupied hand.

“You’re a curious thing, aren’t you?” He smirks, letting his tongue come out slightly afterward, “When I let you go, you’re going to take every damn piece of clothing off your body.”

You find your voice finally, “And if I don’t listen?” “Would you rather I cut it off of you?” He challenges.

As tempting as the idea is, you’d rather not lose clothing today. You buttoned your lips together, and without a word spoken, Jihoon knows you’ve agreed to his terms. Releasing you, he watches with a calculated, heated stare as you strip. Soon enough, you’re bare before him. With a jerk of his chin, he commands you to sit down on his bed again. Jihoon starts moving toward you again while undoing his pants. Your thighs rub together in anticipation, earning a low teasing chuckle from the other. 

When his pants drop to the ground with his underwear, you swear your soul leaves your body. Another pretty piercing is displayed. Through his tip, you see two silver metal balls. Before you can even process it fully, you find yourself scrambling to the floor and suckling on his tip. Rolling your tongue around each end of the piercing, you hold eye contact with him. He has his staple smirk on his lips as he watches you have your fun. His painted fingers thread through your hair, almost gently compared to what they were doing mere moments ago. 

“You’re already cock drunk.” He teases, “It’s fucking pathetic, you know that?”

“I’m not-” 

Your words get cut off by him forcing his entire length down your throat. A low growl escapes his throat. His hair falls in his face as he bows his head forward. His smirk grows wider on his face when he sees small tears springing from the corners of your eyes. You swallow around him, feeling the warm metal near the back of your throat as you do so. He holds you there for a while; the lack of air starts to get to you, and the tears brimming in your eyes finally drop down your cheeks. 

“So fucking pathetic. It’s cute.” He coos, “You ready to not talk back now?” 

You nod to the best of your ability. He finally pulls his cock from your mouth. A shiny strand of spit connects your lips to the tip of his cock, only snapping when he pulls your head back by your hair.

“Open your mouth, my sweet little whore.” 

Your mouth opens wider without a second thought. He chuckles at you before spitting into your mouth. You shudder out of pure desire for the man above you. He uses his other hand to tap your chin to close your mouth. You swallow his spit and loll your tongue out after to show him you followed his silent command. His hands let go of your hair to lean down and wrap both his arms around your waist. 

He tosses you back on the bed and starts to rub the tip of his cock between your pussy lips. The wet sounds that come from the action are beyond pornographic. Before you can beg, he pushes into you in one smooth motion. The feeling of his cock alone makes your eyes roll back. The added sensation of his cock piercing makes you want nothing more than to fall apart then and there. 

“Such a good fucking slut. Taking my cock like you were made for it.”

“Jihoon-” you gasp, “Please, I need–”

“You want me to fuck you like the good little cocksleeve you are? Maybe you should address me properly before I treat you nicely.”

He pulls out until only his tip rests inside you. Slamming back in, you let out a loud, shameless moan. The piercing drags perfectly against each spot inside you. You throw your arms around his shoulders and dig your nails into the toned muscles. You know, small crescent shapes are going to be engraved in his skin for at least the next day or so. He drills into you at an animalistic pace.

Eventually, he lays his chest against yours, and his nipple piercing presses against your breasts, adding just enough to add extra stimulation. His kisses up and down your throat, leaving red and purple marks to bloom after each one.

“You’re practically trapping me in your soaked cunt.” He laughs airily, “Like you’re trying to keep me stuck in here.”

“Sir–” You moan.

“There we go.” He praises, “What does my pretty little whore want?”

“Cum– please–”

Not a single coherent word can formulate in your mind anymore. Between the drag of his pierced cock, the stimulation of his nipple bars against your breasts, and the feeling of his tongue ringing against your throat with each kiss, there’s no way you are able to think. His fingers slip between your bodies and rub tight circles against your clit. Your legs wrap tight around his waist, trying to hold back your orgasm.

“Sir, please!” You practically cry.

“Cum.” He groans against your throat, “I’m close too.”

You shake below him as your orgasm tears through you. You orgasm for what could be two seconds or two minutes. All you know is that you’ve never cum that hard before. To add to your intense reaction, you feel Jihoon release inside you. His hot cum floods your pussy, making you whimper at the feeling. He gives a few shallow, slow thrusts as he rides out his high while you come down from your own.

“Have we learned not to test me anymore?” He questions, pulling out of you slowly.

His cum starts to drip out of your abused cunt.

“I don’t know. I might need to test you more often now.” You tease.

“Watch it. I might keep you locked up in here for the next week.”

“Seem’s fine to me.”

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[blossominghunnie]

Fate

In which Dalrae, a rising star, will have to work with the star of the moment, Park Jihoon, who happens to be her soulmate.

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Pairing: Park Jihoon x actress!fem!oc

Genre: Fluff, soulmate au, smau + written

Featuring: Jeong Yunho from Ateez, Goo Gunil from Xdinary Heroes, Kim Sunwoo from The Boyz, Bae Jinyoung from Cix, Choi Hyunwook & Minnie from (G)-Idle

Warning: Cussing

Status: Paused, will start when I finish my other two smaus

Taglist: Open

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Masterlist

Pretty people with issues 😼 || Oldies + Hyunwook 🤥

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[whyme13wr]

I searched for Park Jihoon fanfiction everywhere but I can't find something to satisfy me 😓 Am I going to try to write my own fanfic?

I should bc I can't stop thinking about him

Take a look at him. I'm on my knees, marry me sir

[hakkkuu]

https://www.tumblr.com/hakkkuu/739355949959151616/riize-who

Can you do something like this but with treasure please?

https://www.tumblr.com/hakkkuu/739355949959151616/riize-who

TREASURE WHO

Can you do something like this but with treasure please?

https://www.tumblr.com/hakkkuu/739355949959151616/riize-who

Can you do something like this but with treasure please?

rating 18+

•HYUNSUK WHO… is smitten with your boobs! He loves how soft they are, small, medium or big, he will love them nonetheless! Hyunsuk will fondle with them, suck on them, toy with them, lick them and so on. Just please let him have your tits.

"Mm, don't you think that's enough?" you question, looking at hyunsuk who was fondling with your breasts. "Enough? Absolutely not" you frown at his response. "But- what about-" "that can wait, just wanna focus on my girl first"

•JIHOON WHO… wants to hold you in his arms as you two have sex, he wants to be close as possible, this is as they say, an intimate act.

"Fuck- y/n you feel so good. Come closer to me will you, yeah?" Jihoon mumbles, pulling you closer to his chest. Both your arms wrap around each other as he pounds into your poor, abused cunt.

•YOSHI WHO… trains you with a leash on, all dressed up just for him as he fucks you again and again.

"What's the safe word?" Yoshi asks, his finger tracing your spine, "green" you respond with a smile. Yoshi smiles back before giving a look back at his dick that was positioned in front of your entrance. "There we go" he whispers as his dick slips inside your pussy before tugging onto your leash.

•JUNKYU WHO… loves to see you all tied up as he teases you with his cock, torturing you as he slides it along your aching hole before finally giving you what you really want.

"Look at you, all dolled up for me..gorgeous, aren't you?" he says just barely above a whisper. You nod your head and whine. "Alright, alright, I'll give you what you want now" he chuckles before slipping his dick inside of your needy hole.

•JAEHYUK WHO… teases you with his dick sliding over your needy hole, grinning when he sees you whining and twitching at his touch. But, he is nice so he will give you a reward for being so patient.

"Jaehyuk, please..I want it" your hand gripping onto his sleeve as you tried to move your hips to "accidentally" make his dick slip inside. "Nuh-uh, just be patient and i'll give you what you want" even though you weren't patient you nodded anyways, "good girl."

•ASAHI WHO…hates being rough but whatever his girl wants, she gets. He fucks you harshly as he holds you down from moving.

"Come on y/n..stop squirming you- fine." he mutters before holding you down, his hand on your belly before switching to your arm, trying to subdue your squirming and movements. "Please sahi! I- i need it" you whine, lolling your head sideways, bucking your hips forwards in the hopes of getting more friction. "Then let me give it to you"

•DOYOUNG WHO… eats you out in his room while other members are away for dance practice, he called in sick just to eat his pretty princesses pussy. Loving your cute little moans as he burrows his head further and further in as if he wasn't already.

"Oh c'mon..let me just have a quick taste..so what if they burst inside?" he says with a pout, his head hovering just right above your glistening pussy. "So what? We could get in trouble" you whisper-yell. "Awh, well too bad im going to anyways" he states before burrowing his head down.

•HARUTO WHO… holds your hand as he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy, he just wants to hold hands while doing something intimate with you

"Here, hold my hand pretty" he says in a sweet tone as if he wasn't fingering you harshly

•JEONGWOO WHO… passionately makes out with your clit before fingering you whilst licking and flicking your bud with his warm tongue.

"You like that don't you?" Jeongwoo mumbles as he stares up at you while fingering and licking your cunt. "Mhm! Yes i dooo" you drag the 'o's as he speeds up his fingering, jeongwoo only grinned as your juices flow down his chin.

I'll add junghwan after his bday

[slytherinshua]

HOLD YOU FOREVER

genre. fluff. dad jihoon. warnings. reader and jihoon are married. newborn baby. no birth descriptions, but there is an epidural mentioned once. it's mostly just baby fluff. pairing. husband!jihoon x fem!reader. wc. 900. a/n. @evalevaeva the delusions are here i hope u get diabetes 🧍‍♀️

“You can’t hold her forever, baby.” 

Jihoon responded with a mere pout and a shake of his head as he continued to refuse to let go of his newborn daughter. You had pretty much passed out after the birth and caught up on some much needed sleep, leaving Jihoon to hold the new baby for as long as he pleased. The only problem was, once you had woken back up, he didn’t want to let go of her.

He was currently sitting on the hospital bed right next to you, his shirt off so he could go skin-to-skin with the baby. She was sleeping peacefully on his chest, and you couldn’t lie, it was the most precious sight the world had to offer. 

You would stay in this moment forever if you could, content to just watch your husband’s eyes hold the most amount of love possible for his new daughter. His fingers slid carefully up and down her back, holding her with only the most gentle touches as if his whole hand would be too much.

“She’s gonna have to eat eventually.” You reminded him, brushing some hair away from his forehead. You even noticed some tears forming in his waterline. He had already cried 2 times today, to which you had laughed at. Seeing him being emotional over the start of his new family had you melting.

“She can eat when she wakes up.” Jihoon shushed you, too busy admiring his daughter to even look at you. You giggled and shifted on the bed so your head lay on his shoulder. The new position allowed you to see your daughter’s sleeping face better and your heart instantly softened seeing her tiny face.

“Y/n.” Your husband said softly. You hummed and looked up at him, waiting for him to continue. “I love her so much. She’s so perfect.” 

“I know.” You smiled. The oxytocin that came with welcoming a whole new life into the world was almost overwhelming. It was by far the best moment of your life. 

Ever since you had met Jihoon, your life had achieved many highs where you could easily say you were the happiest you had ever been. Your days spent crushing on him, when he asked you out, the first time he said he loved you, your proposal, your wedding, your first wedding anniversary, and so on. 

But nothing topped this. This was something far more precious and dear to you than anything else. The warm fuzzy feeling seemed to float around in the air as you stayed cuddled close to Jihoon and your daughter, taking it all in. She was so small lying on his chest, almost devastatingly so. So small and so sweet— just looking at her could make anyone want to cry. 

You noticed how soft Jihoon had become the moment she was placed in his arms. Even his breathing had become softer just in case the rise and fall of his chest was uncomfortable for her. The little things he did in the moment already showed you how much he loved his child. He would go to the ends of the earth for her without hesitation. She was the most precious gift that Jihoon had ever received. 

“Are you doing okay? Did the epidural wear off or are you still feeling numb?” He asked, finally finding it in him to take his eyes off the baby to look at you instead.

“I’m fine,” You assured him, “Just want to stay like this for a little longer.” You squished your cheek into his shoulder a bit more, finding a comfortable position as close to him as possible. In this position, you could strongly smell his woody cologne as well as the clean scent of soap from his bare skin. If it weren’t for these comforting smells, you were sure the birth wouldn’t have gone as smoothly. They always helped you relax and feel safe. And even now, you just wanted to be as close to him as possible. 

Both Jihoon and your eyes were glued to your baby and simultaneous gasps escaped your mouths as she slowly woke up, opening her eyes wide. She seemed to focus on you, though with a newborn’s eyesight, you were sure you were blurry to her still.

“Hi.” You whispered, your lips up-turning into a wide smile. “You woke up. Was sleeping on your daddy comfortable? I’m a little jealous of you, I don’t think he’ll want to cuddle with me anymore when he could cuddle with you.” Your bottom lip jutted out as you talked in a soft voice to her. She just blinked slowly at you.

“She has pretty eyes.” Jihoon said suddenly, studying her big eyes that perfectly resembled his own. 

“She has your eyes.” You corrected, the comment making Jihoon smile. “She looks more like you than me, I think you won.” You said in fake sadness. 

“I love her.” He said again. You had a feeling that you would be hearing him say that a lot over the next few weeks.

“I know, baby.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and let a comfortable silence envelop the room again. It was peaceful. Just you, Jihoon, and your baby all curled up together on the hospital bed, enjoying the first few hours of her life.

After a while, you spoke up again, “You really can’t hold her forever, though.”

↳ misc taglist (let's be real, it's more like park jihoon taglist): @yeonjuns-redhair,, @wolfmoonmusic,, @edensgardenn,, @cyberpunksunwoo

[doiefics]

late night love affair

pairing: jihoon x gn!reader

prologue: when your boyfriend returns home late from practice, he finds you awake, and needy

genre: suggestive + fluff

wordcount: 958

warnings: none

It was late at night, far beyond your usual bedtime hours, and when you realised your eyelids could no longer bear the weight of a much-needed slumber, you instantly put on your headphones to fight it.

A text from Jihoon was already double-blue-ticked, saying he wouldn't be home before sunrise, which was the reason behind your nocturnal activities for the day.

It made total sense, for that's what lovers do.

The man had been sweating and spending uncountable hours in the practice room for the past few weeks.

He'd always keep you updated about his work, and whether it was hot gossip or promotion schedules, you were his place to confide in, and he kept you up to date.

"He won't be home before another hour." You said this as you cancelled the outside world's noise, including the buzzing of the midnight bugs. It was an old habit of yours to talk to yourself.

And at times like these, the kitchen seemed like an amusing place.

The handwritten, leather-covered book of recipes that your grandmother handed you lay open on the counter. Of course, figuring out her handwriting was a little too difficult, but it was about your pride as you stood confident you wouldn't burn the kitchen down as long as you followed every instruction; it was simple.

"My heart is innocent, but my body really, really wanna sin with you." You sang out loud to keep yourself company. It felt as if the song was indeed written for you as you stood in the dim light kitchen, mixing dough by now.

The more you thought about the song, the more your body ached for a particular touch.

You shook your head as if shrugging the scenarios out of your head quite literally.

Your otherwise spice-abundant life faces scarcity at times like these, but there wasn't much you could do.

Not a minute later, a pair of hands wrapped up from behind, driving your instincts to work rapidly and causing a shock, but they were calmed just as soon with the realisation, as if your skin sensed the fingerprints.

Your brain took note that he must have entered while you had no clue he did, lost in your own world and in between the deaf walls of the headphones.

The same pair of hands tightened their grip soon, tight but never too tight to cause any pain, as they found their way inside the cloth, in direct contact with your bare tummy, sending tingles down everywhere, even where they should not.

Your upper body lay back, as it was accustomed to by now, gaining more head and neck smooches. The whisker subtly dropped off your hands, and your eyes shut themselves.

Jihoon smelled like a weird mix of his juicy red fruit scent and sweat, yet it was the most comfortable smell at the moment.

"What's making you smile so much, hmm?" He whispered next to your earlobe, taking your gadget off, and you did not even know you had been smiling the entire time.

"Audio porn." You blurted out with pursed lips, unable to control the urge to break into a laugh when he moved the device close to his own ears with one hand, the other one still holding on to you, as some child of three holds onto their favourite plushie.

Jihoon let out a small chuckle; his voice was rather deep, or maybe it was the effect of the night.

"Your brain is too filthy for that face, isn't it?" He hummed again, keeping them completely aside this time, and he felt so warm yet insanely attractive, especially when your hawk eyes took notice of his veiny arms; he had been practising and working out, you see.

"Are you going to discipline me, then?" You asked, with sarcasm overflowing. You had been with him for quite a long time to know just enough to get him in the mood for certain things.

He just chuckled again, indicating that you should keep carrying this.

"And well, I figured." It was you who spoke again. "I needed some aid to keep me going; you return home at ungodly hours."

"There are some essential activities that couples need to carry out." You continued with your monologue, turning your body to face him and resting your hips on the kitchen slab as he just stared into your soul with his signature not-so-shy smile.

The dough mixture and the diary were forgotten about.

"Right. Groceries and taxes and-" As soon as he spoke, his words were interrupted by a longing kiss on his lips. No one could ever level with his teasing game.

Jihoon took your hands in his and placed them over his shoulders, and you took no time to fiddle with the collar of his white t-shirt.

"Hesitation and shame, you lack them both." And you could only wink at his words as he moved his buff chest closer to yours, close enough that there was little to no space left in between.

And some timings in life are not just bad but also annoying. When it starts to rain while you're out without an umbrella, when you are about to pay for your meal but forget your wallet, or when you're about to kiss and the phone rings.

You could have sworn his lips were not even millimetres away from yours, and his hands ran all over your back, lifting your shirt.

"Manager." It read.

Jihoon's passionate gaze only drifted away for a short moment before he brought it back to your eyes, silencing his phone and continuing with the unfinished business.

"You're shameless." You spoke in the middle of the kiss, pulling back to catch up on your breath.

"You're just as shameless." He cooed. 

"Even more."

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[leejeongz]

hi !! can i request a fic or something about treasure jihoon & a gender neutral reader?? i'd appreciate some hurt/comfort as well ❤️‍🩹 it could be platonic or romantic i really like both !! have a wonderful day/night <3

🫧 so so beautiful 🫧

pairing: bf!jihoon x gn!reader

genre: hurt, comfort

warnings: reader feels inadequate, bad communication, pet names

a/n: thank you for your rq, i hope i fulfilled your expectations! have a lovely day/night <3

jihoon feigned a jump as you opened the door to him, “ah, y/n, that really scared me.” his mouth fell wide open, taking a closer look at the face mask you currently had on, with his hand clutching his coat.

“sorry, i just, i thought i’d have a self care night…” you toyed with the doorknob, eyes falling to his feet.

“oh,” he slightly raised the bag that was laced through his fingers, “i brought snacks, i was going to suggest we,’ he paused as your eyes finally found his, looking almost as if they were filled with tears, “talk about things.”

“right now?” you sighed, averting your eyes once again.

“please, y/n.”

opening the door a little more so he could come in, you took in his scent, which, after a few days of not seeing each other, made you feel even more tearful. he took his usual spot on your sofa, the one closest to the door. his bag of snacks he empties onto the table, your eyes immediately drawn to your favourite marshmallows. you smile to yourself, he remembers. after sliding the sheet mask off of your face and rubbing in the excess moisture, you take one last look at your face in the darkness of your phone screen.

“are you feeling better?” he asks, his hand coming to rub your back as you sit down next to him. you shake your head. “i can’t help you if you won’t tell me anything, you completely froze me out, but i don’t know what i did wrong.”

“no, jihoon, it wasn’t you,” a tear falls onto your cheek, you go to lean your head on jihoon but stop yourself when you realise you haven’t even apologised, let alone explained yourself. “i’m really sorry for making you believe that it was, i should’ve told you, it would never be you.”

he sighed. a sigh of relief, you could tell. “then what, angel?”

“i guess i’ve just been feeling a bit,” you pulled your bottom lip into your mouth to stop it from quivering pathetically, “a bit, i don’t know, inadequate?” the way your voice curled upward at the end on the sentence, accidentally turning into a question, let jihoon know you were being serious about this. your head fell to your hands, propped up by your elbows on your knees.

“why would you ever feel that way?” jihoon asked in a whisper, his hand gently doing laps of your spine, his head nearing yours.

“yoonji,” your voice shook, “they said they were into you,” you paused, assessing your own feelings as you spoke, which only made them seem more silly, “how can i feel like i’m enough for you when that’s my competition?” you dropped your head, letting yourself sob like you had done for the past two days.

jihoon’s hand stopped, he awed without realising, but it wasn’t condescending. he shuffled even closer to you, pulling you in at the same time with is hand now at your side.

“there’s no competition, y/n.” with his other hand, he took a hold of yours, which were now clasped together in shame and embarrassment. “you’re so perfect, everything you do is enchanting. you’re beautiful, so so beautiful. and you have the best personality, you know that, y/n.”

you sniffle as he speaks, his words only making you more upset. “yoonji is all of those things too,” your mouth fills with juice as you talk.

“yoonji is a great friend, that’s all they’ll ever be, they’ll never be you, ever.”

looking up at jihoon, you notice his eyes are watery too.

“you promise?”

he nods, a gentle, warm smile upon his face.

“thank you, jihoon.”

“you make me feel so loved and valued, i’m sorry i didn’t do the same,” he sulks, head dropping to your shoulder.

“i told you, it’s not your fault, but i’m sorry for ignoring you.”

only minutes later, you’re tucking into the snacks on the table in front of you, giggling with jihoon about the marshmallows, when he suddenly interrupts you.

“y/n, do you have another one of those masks? my face has been kinda dry recently…”

“you really wanna do face masks?” you ask excitedly, but also shocked that he was the one to ask you for once.

“i’ll let you paint my nails pink too, if you’d like.”

[farewelln3verland]

when you notice people liking all your work but not reblogging or following 😭🥲🫠

[chuuyamysunflower]

Weak Hero Class 1 - fanfic recs

Pt. 2

punishers by despiteviolence(34k)

How could he begin to tell his best and only friend that he misses him even when they’re together? That even with Suho right in front of him, he feels a hole in his middle—somewhere in his chest, maybe on the top of his stomach—like a pulsing, living thing. Like hunger.

Take Down by halahan(2k)

Thinking about it, and being so close, Sieun admits Suho is kind of tall, and he's got a nice bone structure with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and thick eyebrows. His chestnut haircut makes him look a little stupid, and a little boyish.

“The chin must always be tucked.”

Nevermind.

Come Back To Me by halahan(4k)

Something is wrong. But Suho gives him the benefit of the doubt.

“Come back soon,” he says. “I can’t wait more than five minutes. I’m serious.”

Broken wings and broken bones (gather me back together) by thefrenchmistake(9k)

Suho wakes up on a Tuesday.

They figure it out from there.

the sleeping arrangement by wallacepark(7k)

Sieun watched with a glimmer of concern in his eyes. "You should come and sleep at my apartment during the nights you do delivery," he suggested.

Suho considered it for a second then shook his head. "The whole point of not sleeping in my own bed was so I don't miss school by falling asleep for too long."

"Have you ever seen me come late to class?" Sieun asked rhetorically. "I'll have you out of bed and at school before the teachers even arrive."

--

In which Suho has back pain from sleeping on the desks at school and Sieun offers Suho to crash at his place during the nights he does delivery.

the sky tinted gold by killzcount (moondaisies)(5k)

But Youngyi doesn’t react. In fact, her smile completely wipes off as she narrows her eyes at Suho. A somewhat tense moment passes before she says, “You love Sieun.”

Pause. Suho drops his unpeeled garlic clove at the same time his jaw falls open. He glances at his grandmother, who’s fortunately too engrossed with cutting carrots to have heard what Youngyi just said. Suho feels his face heat up, and he knows he’s gone red because Youngyi looks like she’s about to laugh.

“You—” Suho shakes his head. “That wasn’t even a question.”

or, Suho's long and painful journey to finally confessing.

Stay Alive by EightLeggedFox(23k)

If you could do it all over again, what would you change?

Sieun has to learn to come to grips with the fact that maybe there really is no changing the past, that fate is so called for it cannot be reversed—only accepted.

I don't want to lose you by NeedSleepBut(2k)

Soo-Ho finally wakes up and Si-Eun doesn't know how to handle all of the feelings he been trying to ignore.

Stupid by juliaforevermore(1k)

Suho is awake and Sieun has to deal with newfound feelings for his best friend.

His hand-warmer by dotindomain(1k)

Sieun finds himself missing Sooho’s after cram-school company.

Sooho arrives just in time.

Or,

Si-Eun is cold. Soo-Ho has just the perfect warmth.

[trsrina]

hiii!! i love ur blog is so pretty ~ can i request angst w a mix of fluff for jihoon from trsr ? thank you in advance <3

ofc!! thank you so much 😭😭

MIDNIGHT Treasure Jihoon

written in second person pov, gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, angst warning!! anxiety in a relationship? wc : 565

another sleepless night with your mind clouded by thoughts that keep you up, different possibilities entering your head.

turning over to face the digital clock that sits on your bedtime table, the glowing of the number ‘00:00’ comes into your vision.

you have college in six hours yet you’re still wide awake, talk about sleep deprivation. as your mind wanders off, you think about your boyfriend, jihoon, he’s probably still in the practice room, practicing for his upcoming stages.

that was also one of your many worries that keep you up, your boyfriend being an idol, you have your insecurities but the thought of you just being a waste of your boyfriend’s time and how he could do so much better than you like how others tell you.

just in time, it seems that your boyfriend decided to have a late night visit or it’s an intruder as you hear your front door open with footsteps towards your bedroom.

it’s 12 in the morning and you simply don’t have any energy left to check if it’s jihoon or an intruder that could possibly murder you, if death decides to welcome you then let it be.

“good morning, sleeping beauty, why are you still awake?” the familiar voice of the man of your dreams rings in your ears, you automatically sit up to welcome him in your arms, feeling the warmth of his body which is from the sweat from his vigorous practices.

“nothing, just thinking of stuff, what are you doing here? you must be tired from practice. you should’ve gone straight to the dorms,” you worriedly said as he held your hands, comfortably getting into your bed though he’s covered in sweat and kinda stinks.

“what was going on in your pretty mind?” jihoon lays beside you, playing with your messy hair with his hands, staring in your glistening eyes.

noticing the tears threatening to fall from your eyes, jihoon knew something was wrong, “what’s wrong? you can tell me,” he caressed your hair, hoping to give you as much comfort as he can.

“it’s just,” before you knew it, your tears started falling down like waterfalls, uncontrollably crying in your knight in shining armour’s arms, “everything’s so stressful and i have been so tired lately. everything with just school and just sometimes, i think you deserve better than me and i’m just not worth your time.”

“what are you even talking about? i love you so much, alright? you’ll always be worth it and we deserve each other. i love you through all your insecurities and imperfections, no matter what happens,”

jihoon whispered those words softly into your ears, welcoming you in his warm embrace, giving you the affirmation you needed.

“thank you, i can’t even begin to describe how much i love you,” you buried your face into his shoulder, soaking his already sweat-soaked shirt with your tears, hiding your puffy eyes and tear-soaked face.

“hey, come on, let me see your beautiful face,” jihoon tries to cheer you up, moving your face to face him and looking into your eyes with an adorable smile that never failed to give you comfort.

“there now, stop crying, alright? i love you,” he hugged you again with your heavy breaths slowly slowing down.

you relax in his embrace and sooner than you know it, you fell asleep in his arms, your midnight insomnia vanishing.

AHHH IM SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE hope you liked it lol pls like and reblog lol pls

[xonepeacelovex]

F*ck

Characters: Jihoon/Junkyu

Genre: Friends to Exes to FWB

Content warning: Mature content | Minors DNI

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

Summary:

They both don't know how to draw the line but they indeed cross it all the time. Friends to exes to friends with benefits isn't exactly what they thought they'll ever be, but here they are looking at the blurry lines. The question is why? Why fuck your ex? Why stay friends with your ex? Why do Jihoon and Junkyu still crave each other's bodies? Is it lust and familiarity? Or is it the unspent love that they both don't know how to let go of?

"Ah... fuck me," Junkyu moaned into the pillow, trying to keep quiet, his hands searching for something to hold on to other than the gray bedsheet.

"I am fucking you already honey," Jihoon smugly said, concentrating on hitting the spot that got Junkyu's melting, hands imprinting on Junkyu's waist. Junkyu made the mistake to look back at the man, beads of sweat adoring his scrunched-up face, eyes closed, biting his lips to stop himself from moaning out Junkyu's name. If Jihoon is not fucking him right now, he'll surely send death stares to the man for calling him honey. But right now, Jihoon looks sexier than ever.

Fuck him, Junkyu thought. No, fuck me for still fucking my ex, he corrected himself.

Jihoon noticed Junkyu becoming quiet. He stopped his movements and pulled out.

"What the fuck? I am close," Junkyu whined. Jihoon just chuckles and helped Junkyu switch positions. He can now see Junkyu's entirety from his annoyed face, to his lean body. He takes his time to caress Junkyu's body, worshipping it almost. He'll surely love studying Anatomy if he can use Junkyu's body as a reference.

"Jihoon..." Junkyu warned him and he knows what his name implies.

"What?" he finally looked at the eyes of his ex-lover with a grin, before leaning into the man. Softly touching his scrunched eyebrows, straightening them, "You'll get wrinkles early." Jihoon's hot breath sent shivers to the man trapped between his arms.

Junkyu watched Jihoon's eyes go back and forth from his eyes to his lips. "No kissing," he reminded. Jihoon smirked upon hearing the rule Junkyu demanded when they both started this arrangement. "No problem. More time for fucking." He then retrieved himself, putting Junkyu's long legs on his thighs before positioning himself.

He inserted himself again, slowly, in and out. He loves this pace, this excruciating, slow pace. He loves feeling everything Junkyu has to offer. He loves hearing Junkyu's little whines. He loves it when Junkyu begins to beg to make it faster and harder. He loves when the man below him, starts searching for his hands to hold or when he cages Jihoon's body with his legs to feel him closer and deeper. He loves making Junkyu a moaning mess despite the latter's effort to be quiet.

Ah, fuck, Jihoon thought. We are just fucking, he reminded himself, looking at the connection between him and Junkyu.

"Jihoon..." Junkyu called out his name, warning him again. Jihoon knows what his name implies but this one is different.

Junkyu's breathing becomes labored, and his heart beats faster. The warmth spread across his pelvis. He's close and Jihoon knows that. He holds Junkyu's waist, thumb caressing the sensitive part he's so familiar with. Junkyu never failed to notice the action like how it never failed to bring him closer to cumming. He was so familiar with Jihoon during sex, or anytime really, but during sex, Jihoon seldomly looked him in the eyes. He wonders why.

Jihoon's concentration got disrupted when he felt Junkyu clenched around him. He inhaled, wanting to stay longer, knowing deeply it was inevitable. Junkyu pulled him closer, trapping him, "Deeper," Junkyu moaned out. Now he can only do short but hard thrusts, hitting the spot he's familiar with.

"I'm cumming," Junkyu absentmindedly searched for his hands that are already holding his waist, holding like his life depended on it. Spilling his seeds on Jihoon's stomach, he unwraps his trembling legs around Jihoon's body.

After lust, here comes the feeling of familiarity, Jihoon thought. Junkyu's so familiar with his hands that he fills the spaces between them even with his eyes closed. This moment when Junkyu still bathes in the aftermath of his orgasm, eyes closed, legs trembling, regaining his normal heart rate was the only time Jihoon can shamelessly stare at his ex-lover. This, right here, is what makes him undone. His thrust slowed down with Junkyu clenching around him more. He once again bit his lower lip, feeling his own orgasm.

10... 9... 8... 7...

Jihoon counted.

6... 5... 4... 3... 2...

Junkyu let go of his hands exactly 10 seconds after his release. He pulled out himself, plopping beside Junkyu who is now standing up from the bed and walking to the bathroom to clean himself.

Routine. It's routine after the lust and familiarity.

Jihoon takes his time to regain himself, he stares at the ceiling waiting for Junkyu to hand him a clean wet towel he got from his bathroom. It's a routine. Junkyu would clean them up and Jihoon stays in bed. At first, Junkyu didn't agree with it but Jihoon countered that he almost does all the work and Junkyu cannot argue with that so that's the birth of their routine.

4 minutes...

Jihoon looked at the wall clock he got exactly just for the purpose of counting how many minutes would it take for Junkyu to finish dressing up before he'll leave again.

4 minutes... of silence, of the clock ticking, of the clothes being worn, of his heart coming back to its normal rhythm.

4 minutes... is all Jihoon has to ask the man to stay.

Stay. 4 letters. If Jihoon says it now, it will not even take 4 seconds so why does it take 4 months for him to finally utter those 4 letters?

"Stay."

Junkyu, midway through zipping his pants, looked back at his ex, "Tell me I heard it wrong," in disbelief that Jihoon is asking him to stay.

"Stay Junkyu," Jihoon repeated, more certain of what he meant.

Junkyu shook his head, picking up his shirt from the floor, a little laugh escaping him. "Why would I do that?" he questioned the man that is now sitting on the bed.

"Because I did great."

"So? I let you use me," Junkyu said stepping towards Jihoon.

"As if you don't use me," Jihoon scoffed, rolling his eyes at his ex. Junkyu stopped walking towards him.

"Oh please, Jihoon. You are the one who is asking me a favor now. Don't be such a brat."

Jihoon sighs, defeated, "I deserve cuddles!" Junkyu started walking again towards the bed.

"Cuddles are for lovers," Junkyu argued, lifting his eyebrow with a little smirk.

"So? We did it before when we were still just friends."

"Jihoon..." Junkyu sighs, stopping at the end of the bed.

It's his name. It's just his name. But why does it has different meanings when Junkyu calls out his name?

Picking up the comforter, Junkyu throws it at Jihoon's naked body, covering him up. Why? He also asks himself the same question. Is Junkyu concerned with him? Is he distracting Junkyu with his body? Will he win this time if he argues with Junkyu butt-naked? Or Junkyu noticed his little shivers?

Mixed signals. Junkyu is so hard to read. His words and actions contradict each other, leaving him standing in front of the blurry lines. But he's willing to do anything to make him stay.

He immediately hold Junkyu's hand before the man turned away from him.

"Please stay," Jihoon whispered, looking him in the eyes.

Stay. 4 letters. A simple command. It simply means to wait. To be patient. But why does he find it hard to understand its meaning? Ah, Junkyu thought to himself, remembering the last time he heard it. The word simply lost its meaning when Jihoon asked him to stay friends with him after they broke up. Because why does he stay friends with his ex? Then stay become a different word when they agreed to be friends with benefits cause deep down he knows stay would not simply mean to wait or to be patient, it's not a command anymore. So he kept drawing these lines that Jihoon loves to erase with his actions. Then he is left with one question, why?

Why?, Junkyu wanted to asked Jihoon. But he can't and he will not.

Jihoon's so familiar with his heart that he knows how to capture it with no problem at all. He breathed deeply, feeling the warmth that is different from what he felt earlier. His heart beat faster this time, knowing it was for a different reason.

Fuck, Junkyu thought, as he once again, with no problem at all, fills the space in Jihoon's bed. Willing to occupy it even in the meantime.

Sooner or later, he knew he needed to learn not to give in, not to occupy the same space, not to cross the line he always drew, and most especially not to stay.

Copyright © 2023 xonepeacelovex All rights reserved.

[blossominghunnie]

So, I just uploaded a Park Jihoon fic called Fate jsjs.

Ik I have a lot of ongoing fics but I just had to, lmao. 😩🫶🏼

[whyme13wr]

Serendipity pt.1

― pairing: Park Jihoon x OC

― serendipity: to discover mothing beautiful by chance or accident

― summary: Yeonseo meets him by chance but she never wants to let him go.

idol!Jihoon | student!oc | LoveAtFirstSight!au | fluff | 2k

― playlist: Let's Go Picnic - George | Aespa - I'm Unhappy | Hello Stranger - Kai | Park Jihoon - Moon & Back

a/n: here it is my first fanfic, don't be too harsh on me ;) if people actually read this I'll write part 2

She hasn't even reached the top of the mountain yet, but she already feels like giving up. Her lungs are tight and her legs burn. She had read somewhere that walking improves both physical and mental health, and she definitely needs it now. 

With exams coming up, she has been under a lot of stress lately. She had moved to Seoul four years ago after being accepted into one of the country's top universities. It was fun to live in such a big city, a big change from the town she grew up in. However, things have been overwhelming lately and she misses her hometown, her family and her childhood friends more than ever.

She's been looking for hiking trails in Anyang. It's not too far from Seoul and will allow her to get some fresh air. At first, it was nice to be in the middle of nature, but it's been three hours since she's been on the trail and she still doesn't see the end of it. This idea seemed less ingenious. 

Eventually she reached a place where other walkers were taking a break. There were several benches to sit on. She decided to take the one furthest away. As she was making her way to it, she stumbled. Her knees hit the ground and her hands saved her from falling face first. Well, that was embarrassing. There are about ten other people here, she can't help feeling sorry for herself. She came here to make herself feel better, but she can't even do that. 

As she tries to get up, a young man approaches her, holding her water bottle. He reaches out with his other hand for her to grab it and help her to get to her feet. She's in no position to refuse him.

"Are you all right?" he asked, concern written all over his face. That fall must have been quite a show for a random stranger to come help her. 

"I'm fine, I think..." she checked her appearance for injuries. Her leggings were torn and her knees were bloody. 

"Ouch! You're bleeding, that must hurt." He said, taking in her appearance. 

“I’m not feeling the pain yet but my pride definitely took a hit. That fall was so embarrassing.” She felt her face flush.

"Don't worry, it can happen to anyone. This is yours, by the way." He says, handling her water bottle, which must have flown earlier. 

"Thank you," she says, taking it from him, "not just for the bottle, but for helping me... What's your name?"

"Don't mention it! My name is Park Jihoon." He said, holding out his hand for her to shake. 

She took it and replied, "I'm Shin Yeonseo, nice to meet you".

"Likewise," he says with the most beautiful smile, "Do you have anything to disinfect your wounds?"

"Um... No, I didn't come prepared, you see."

"I've got a first aid kit, if you want it. It's with my friends over there." He says. He points to a group of three boys. Yeonseo thought about it and felt that it was an offer she couldn't really refuse. Besides, this guy was cute and friendly. Why not spend a little more time with him? With her studies taking up most of her time, it's rare for her to meet such nice guys.

She replied: "I'd like that".

They made their way there and he introduced her to his friends.

"Guys, this is Yeonseo. Yeonseo, these are my friends Woojin, Guanlin and Jisung." 

"Nice to meet you." 

She could feel a kind of tension in the air, but not directed at her. They all had their eyes on Jihoon as if it were their eyes that did the talking.

"As you can see," he said, "Yeonseo has been injured. I offered our first aid kit since she didn't have one." 

Jisung spoke first while looking at her knees, "Ouch, that must be painful!"

She replied, "Yes, it doesn't look too good, but I'm lucky that your friend came to help me. At least I won't go home with infected wounds." They shook their heads in agreement and she followed Jihoon as he opened one of the bags and took out the kit. She began to clean her wounds with some water. Jihoon took out the disinfectant spray and asked her if he could spray it on her knees. She nodded, a blush visible on her cheeks. She definitely needed this gentleman's number. Where would she find someone like him? She was lost in thoughts about how to ask him for his number when his friends came.

Jisung said “Whenever you’re ready, how about we set off? If you’re not in too much pain, you should join us Yeonseo!” Jihoon looked at her with an hopeful look.

“I would love that! I came here alone and wouldn’t mind the company as a matter of fact.”

“You came here alone? That’s quite brave!” Guanlin said.

“None of my friends are into hiking so didn't have much choice. I wouldn’t say it’s brave.” She responded.

“I think it’s pretty brave to challenge yourself to walk for that long by yourself.” Jihoon added shyly. “Will you truly be okay though?” He added, referring to your bruised knees.

“I’m fine, don't worry about me.” She said with a smile. And with that, the five of them started to get going.

"So how do you know each other?" Yeonseo asks. They all exchange looks. Jihoon finally replies, "We used to work together.

"Oh really?! What did you do? "

"We are dancers." Jihoon replies quickly with a bit of a nervous look on his face. She thought it was because he wasn't used to talking about himself.

"How cool! I don't know how to dance, but I admire anyone who can control their body like dancers do. Besides, you guys are young, but you're already at work, that's impressive!"

"I'm not that young myself, if I dare say so, but thank you," Jisung replied, making everyone laugh. Jihoon whispered to her that he was already over 30 and she reacted with a shocked face. 

Jisung noticed her reaction and said, "Do I look that much younger? She nodded with a broad smile. 

"And what do you do?" Jihoon says.

"I'm studying medicine at Yonsei University."

"You must be very smart, isn't Yonsei one of the best universities in Korea?" Guanlin asked.

"It is, I have always liked science and physics. It came naturally to me. But it's much harder at Yonsei. I'm no longer at the top of my class. Every student here is somehow gifted. It's weird, all my life I've been complimented on how smart I am, but in my class I'm just average.

"It must be a lot of pressure." Jihoon said.

"It's not easy, but I love it. There are no limits to what you can learn in this field. Every year there are new discoveries about the human body, so there is always something new to learn." She explained with passion in her eyes.

"So why did you come here alone?" Woojin asked.

"I'm from the country, I thought spending some time in nature would help me relax. I feel a bit homesick these days."

"I can relate to that. When I was living in Korea, I couldn't help but dream of going back to Taiwan, even though I loved my work here. But somehow I want my life back here now that I am back home. Guanlin said. Everyone nodded, understanding the nostalgia.

"Where are you from, Yeonseo?" Jihoon asked.

"I'm from Hadong." 

"Really?! A few years ago, Woojin and I actually took a trip there. It was beyond beautiful. The cherry trees looked so pretty." Jihoon said with stars in his eyes.

"No way! Not many people in Seoul know about Hadong, I'm surprised. Usually people would rather go to Busan."

"Well, we didn't regret our choice of destination. The food was delicious too!"

"If Jihoon says it's good, you have to believe him. He is not even the biggest seafood lover. Woojin added.

"It warms my heart to hear that the food from my hometown is loved."

"Do you know how to cook?" Woojin asked.

"I know my way around the kitchen, but I might be a bit rusty." She said jokingly. "It's been a long time since I cooked for anyone but myself. As a thank you for putting up with me, maybe I could cook for you."

"It's really no problem. You're fun to be around. Still, it's an offer we can't refuse. At least I can't refuse homemade food." Jihoon jokes.

"That trip was many years ago, I would love to taste Hadong's food again." Woojin added.

"Then I guess I have no choice." She smiled. "My place is pretty small though, I don't know if it will be comfortable for all of us."

"I haven't used it once since I bought my apartment, maybe you could use my kitchen." Jihoon offered.

"Really?"

"Yes, really!" He beamed. She couldn't help but smile back at him. "Guanlin is going back to China in a week, will you be available before he leaves?"

"Um... I don't know, I have exams at the end of the month..." Guanlin looked at her with puppy eyes, as if to say: "Please make an exception. 

"It would have been nice, but if you can't, it can't be helped." Jisung said. 

She really thought about it. She still had at least two weeks until the exams, one night of socializing wouldn't hurt, would it? Add to that the fact that she wanted to get to know Jihoon better, and she came to the conclusion that she could find the time.

"I think I can make time." 

"Great! How is Thursday? I don't have any plans that day." Guanlin suggested. Jihoon and Woojin agreed, only Jisung wouldn't be able to make it. 

"You guys enjoy yourselves without me. I have a schedule." Jisung said with a small smile.

"Send me the list of the groceries, Yeonseo, and I'll take care of it." Jihoon offered.

"Sure, send me your bank account number later so I can pay you back." 

"You find time to cook for us, that's your payment." He says warmly.

"We're about to reach the top of the mountain, guys!" Woojin tells them, some distance ahead of Jihoon and Yeonseo. Elated to have finally reached the summit, they take group selfies together. The view is definitely worth sweating and bleeding for, Yeonseo thinks to herself. The boys asked her to take pictures of them. They look like they're really close, almost like brothers. She takes a moment to look at the view while the boys goof around. Jihoon joins her a few minutes later.

"This is relaxing, right?" She nods as they enjoy the view together for a few more minutes before joining the rest of the boys.

“This picture is the best, I bet it will make the fa-” Woojin stops.

"The family is really happy, right Woojin?" Jisung saves the day for Jihoon. It's not that he wants to hide his job, but it's nice to have someone who doesn't recognise him for once. He wants to make a connection without worrying that the person only likes him because he is a celebrity. He wants to get to know Yeonseo before he tells her who he is. He doesn't have to explain this to the boys, because they understand. Unfortunately, they've all been in his position. Yeonseo doesn't seem to notice the boys' exchange of glances. Talking about all sorts of things, they begin their journey back. Eventually, Jihoon and Yeonseo stay a bit behind. Yeonseo's injuries prevented her from walking as fast as the others. The boys decided that this was a good opportunity to let Jihoon have some time alone with Yeonseo. They left, saying that they had to hurry. Yeonseo couldn't find it in her heart to complain about it at all. They talked about anything and everything all the way to the foot of the mountain where she had to wait for the bus back to Seoul. 

"We have a free seat in our car if you want, Jisung is a good driver, I promise. " Jihoon joked.

"Don't worry, my bus is almost here. Thank you though. I'll let you enjoy your time with the boys."

"Fine, I won't put any pressure on you. We should exchange numbers, by the way." He tries to say nonchalantly. She can see he's a bit nervous, but doesn't comment. She adds her number to his contact list and calls herself to save his number for later. Just then her bus arrives. She waves goodbye and says: "See you on Thursday! He waves back with a big smile and watches her bus drive away.

He meets the boys at their car, and as he gets in they look at him with expectant eyes. "What?" 

“What was that? Did you fall in love with her or what? I’ve never seen you like that with a girl dude!” Woojin adds.

"I don't know. At first I helped her out of kindness, but there's something about her I can't explain".

"Well, you've got her number and you know when you'll see her next, so well played!" Jisung said. Jihoon smiled at the thought of seeing her again.

Yeonseo sat on the bus with a huge grin on her face. Shit, what a good day, maybe her life won't be so miserable anymore. She couldn't wait to tell her roommate about Jihoon. 

As soon as she got back to her flat, she went straight up to Minhee's room. Minhee looked surprised. "Wow, why do you have such a happy look on your face? I didn't know that walking would do that, I guess I should come with you next time".

"I met the man of my dreams," Yeonseo said, sitting on the chair by the desk while Minhee lay in her bed. He's beautiful, caring, kind, a good listener. Honestly, I could go on for hours."

"Don't you think you're exaggerating a bit," Minhee said in a joking way, "although I have to say I haven't seen you this excited in a very long time. So did you get his number?" At the same time Yeonseo gets a notification, she checks her phone and wriggles happily. Jihoon has just sent her a text message:

"Hey, this is Jihoon. I hope you got home safely. Don't forget to take care of those wounds of yours.

- I had a great time today, can't wait for Thursday. Have a good evening :)"

[hakkkuu]

Girl tell us who's ur bias in treasure?💎

ASAHIIIIIIIII OMGGGG MY BAE FOR 3 YEARS😍😍😍💗💗 jeongwoo is my second bias btw and then there's the rest

[slytherinshua]

DISTRACTIONS

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. pairing. jihoon x fem!reader. wc. 941. a/n. so... that pic made me just a little delusional, huh?

“Stop, baby, I’m about to get a highscore-“ Jihoon muttered, eyes entirely focused on the game displayed on his phone. He was tapping with his fingers, controlling the small fighter to shoot at his opponents. You didn’t mind your boyfriend playing video games, you knew it was a stress reliever for him, but you wanted his attention so badly at the moment and weren’t particularly happy about a video gaming winning over you for his affection.

If you had counted correctly, it had been 8 days since you had last kissed Jihoon properly. He had been busy and tired while filming his new drama, so quick pecks before he left in the morning were all you had been getting for the last couple days. It was finally his day off today, and while you were overjoyed to be able to cuddle in his lap after so long— the lack of proper attention was starting to frustrate you.

Was the video game really better than his girlfriend?

You had been thinking of the perfect counter tactic to get back Jihoon’s attention as you sat, curled up in his lap. There was one thing that should be foolproof: kisses. If you reminded Jihoon of what he had been missing out on for the past several days, eventually he would realize that he’d much rather spend his time kissing his lovely girlfriend than playing some dumb shooting game.

You had started 2 minutes ago, conservatively kissing the back of his hand just to test out the waters. You didn’t get much of a reaction from that, just a subtle smile that might as well have been from the game. You started to get a little more daring as your patience ran thin, pressing multiple kisses to his cheek which seemed to distract him enough to protest. 

“Stop, baby, I’m about to get a highscore-“ 

You contemplated just waiting for him to stop playing on his own, or at least finish the round since he was so close to beating his personal record. But that thought vanished after about 2 seconds, and you proceeded to kiss his cheek again and scold your brain for the silly thought. 

Patience wasn’t the answer for this situation. Or, at least it wasn’t the answer that you liked. It wasn’t like you were harming him— in fact, it was known that Jihoon was more addicted to kisses than you in the relationship. Besides, you had already been patient for over a week. And now Jihoon’s pretty lips were right in front of you. There was no reason why you should hold back.

He dug his head further into the hood of his hoodie to try to make it harder for you to access face. Though he was subtle with it, you still caught onto his every move. The fact that he was now actively trying to evade you excited you, because it meant he was close to breaking. 

Though his face was now unobtainable to you, with a little craning of your head, you managed to access his neck to give him yet another kiss. This is what finally got him to break. You watched in satisfaction as he switched off his phone, still 2 minutes away from finishing his round.

“You’re teasing me on purpose, aren’t you?” He muttered, giving you a knowing look, though his lips were lifting into a small smile.

“How else was I supposed to get your attention off the game?” You asked with a giggle.

“I lost the game because of you.” He whispered, pulling you closer to his chest by your hips and giving you his first kiss, one on the cheek.

“Are you mad about it?” 

“Mmh, I’m very upset, baby.” He said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

“You don’t seem very upset, though?” You caught onto his lie with a smile, and kissed his nose softly. He scrunched it up in response and pressed his lips together stubbornly. 

He didn’t say anything else, silently admitting that he wasn’t really mad at all. His hand slid up to your cheek and he gently pulled your face closer to his, meeting his soft lips with yours after what had felt like an eternity. He let the kiss last long enough to satisfy both of you, and by the time he pulled away, you were both slightly out of breath.

You frowned despite the butterflies that he had summoned in your stomach, “Did you film kiss scenes for the drama?”

His eyes widened slightly, “No! No. There’s no kissing in this drama.” He quickly defended.

You raised an eyebrow in skepticism, “It’s a fantasy romance drama, Jihoon.”

His lips formed an ‘o’ shape as his brain quickly thought of his next lie, “It was a stunt double that filmed those scenes.” 

You laughed at his awful attempt at pretending like he was innocent. Teasing your boyfriend never failed to entertain you. You were perfectly confident in your boyfriend’s loyalty to you, and were quite sure that every on screen kiss was only acting and nothing else, but you still loved to bring it up every once and a while.

“Does she kiss as well as I do?” You asked finally, biting back a amused smile.

“Not even close.” He responded, and you could feel the sincerity from his shiny eyes.

“Just making sure.” You smiled, leaning down to reconnect your lips again. Jihoon was like a dream to kiss. His lips were soft and gentle, and each time he pressed them to yours you felt your heart swell. Each kiss was like a soft reminder of how much you loved him.

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no regrets

pairing: jihoon x gn!reader

prologue: when you finally open up your heart, jihoon has a logic. perhaps things can be made better at a ghosted book store.

genre: fluff + friends to lovers

wordcount: 897

warnings: slight age difference even though both are adults

"No! That's mine!" You whined at the older male as he teased you by threatening to devour the chocolate bar in his hands.

"Maybe it was." He commented, emphasising on the past tense.

"If you don't give it to me I won't think twice before ruining your white shirt with this weird mix of yellow, blue and green paint. It's acrylic." You warned him with an evil smirk.

"Will you?" He teased you again.

You inched your paintbrush's tip dangerously close to his clothing, and Jihoon's eyebrows started to furrow in response.

"There you go, all right." He gave in right away.

He offered you a bite since your hands were preoccupied with the colours in front of you.

"Don't drop it, they are gonna charge you for the amends." He warned you in a whisper. Perhaps painting at a bookstore was a bad idea.

"Nobody is listening, there's no one here." You spoke casually.

The atmosphere was filled with the smell of old paper and wood emanating from the dozen shelves that were arranged all around you. Jihoon leaned against one of them, using it to support his back while you sat next to him. The owner of the place wouldn't mind you two being there when no one else was here either, you were never the type to draw on books.

You had known Jihoon ever since you were a toddler, he was your neighbour's son. Even though he was four years older than you, you both enjoyed great chemistry.

The differences in preferences, from conversation topics to lifestyle choices, were noticeable in the younger years but given the present time they were more or less similar, you both were now adults, after all. 

Jihoon's attention from his book was diverted at the sight of you struggling to keep your hair in place. 

"Did you shampoo your hair today?" He mocked again but his laughter was quickly brought to an end as you raised the brush again.

"Which book are you reading?" You leaned your head to the side to have a better look as you peered into the pages.

"Something your dumb brain wouldn't understand." He spoke, without lifting his eyes from the words that were tying down all his interest.

"Tskk!" You voiced as your hair flicks slid through and in front of your eyes, again, caused by the motion of the head

Jihoon closed his book, tipped his body in your direction, and reached out to tuck your hair back in place.

His face was close, albeit not too close or too far away, giving you a view of his face. In a snap of a moment, you felt different, even though on the inside you knew you had been suppressing what you felt for him.

Ever since you came of age, Jihoon seemed more than just a friend. 

As he fixed your hair, you poked the heart-shaped mole on his cheek. He made eye contact with you and grinned in response to your action.

Maybe this was the right time.

You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his soft, pink ones. It was only a peck. The two of you paused for a brief second, not moving. You softly slammed your lips to his again, this time the contact lasted longer, the lips started to move in sync with each other, eyes closed and an odd surge of hormones was coursing through your body.

Jihoon abruptly pulled back as he shook his head. "No!" He breathed, his eyes never meeting yours. "This is not right, Y/N. You’re younger than me." He reasoned. 

"I'm an adult. I know what I am doing." You protested back.

"I'm four years older than you!" His voice held emotions.

You backed off, showing him a subtle yet apologetic smile. "If you think that's right."

Jihoon was buried in thought, so he remained silent for the next few minutes, increasing your tension. Would this act end all of your past dynamics? For some reason, however, your gut held no regrets. 

The hands of the clock moved to indicate the passing of more time. Silence still prevailed, and you joined Jihoon in staring into a blank space.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked.

"About us." He said.

"Huh?" You gained back your focus.

"This is so wrong." He repeated. 

"I'm sorry. let's just forget it happened-"

He cut you off. "I can't convince my heart." He confessed.

"I like you Y/N, but I can't help but think of how wrong it would be."

"Why would it be wrong?" You questioned again, proceeding to give him a reason by yourself. "We are both adults, and what's wrong with loving each other? It's not a crime." You explained.

"The age difference. What if you regret being with me after some years?" Jihoon was very emotional yet serious about this.

"Then I'll have to call you grandpa for the rest of our lives." You said playfully, taking his hand in yours. 

"No regrets." You promised.

"No regrets." He repeated as he opened his arms, and heart for you.

You wasted no time in falling into his embrace, without taking notice of one thing. The paint.

"This was my favourite shirt!" He whined, again. 

"Oops." You pouted.

Jihoon took the brush away from your hand, using it to make a heart shape on your cheek, making you both blush like idiots.

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