#treasure scenarios

[asahicore]

love calculator - pjh (m)

this work contains smut - minors please do not interact

pairing. best friend!jihoon x fem!reader

synopsis. You were sure that Jihoon only took care of you so well because your brother had tasked him with looking after you when you started university, so you tried not to read too much into his actions until you couldn't deny your increasing sensitivity around your best friend anymore. What you didn't know was Jihoon was going crazy, finding ways to make his feelings for you more obvious than they already were.

genre. f2l, brother's friend, slight childhood friends action, college au, slow burn?, fluff, smut (mutual first time, they do it raw, dirty talking, very soft dom!jihoon)

warnings. jihoon is a menace, jihoon has a hot bod, junkyu is mean to everyone, mc is a bit slow, side romance but i dont actually ship idols i have a life, omegle, ok theres no actual stuff to be warned about its all good in there

word count. 28.2k dont ask me why or how idk either

a/n. there she is... i spent SO much time on her pls love it lots or i'll cry.. it was sm fun writing for jihoon omg i hope u love hoonyn as much as i do !!! @zreamy my dear sweet little zo ty for betareading this and freaking out over jihoon u rock

1K follower trope event - requested by @mosviqu, tysm for requesting and i really hope u enjoy it !!!! - listen to the playlist!

Oddly enough, it was Jihoon’s biceps that first made you think something was wrong with you.

It was the fourth week of the spring semester, that odd in-between when you knew midterms were creeping up but were still far away enough to be ignored. This meant that you could party guilt-free.

The plan for tonight was to pregame at one of those huge uni dorms where ten students shared a kitchen then head to an overpriced club downtown that always had the best music on Friday nights. You didn’t have any classes on Fridays, so you’d headed to Jihoon’s place around four p.m. to get ready together. Usually, that was something you’d do with Minjeong, your roommate, but that weekend, she was away for an excursion with her Geography course. 

He was in the shower when you rang the doorbell, so his flatmate let you in, and you made yourself comfortable on his bed while waiting for him. You were so engrossed in the romance Webtoon you’d started that morning that at first, when he came in, you didn’t even look up from your phone. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he said casually, unfazed by your sudden appearance in his room. The soft smell of his body wash filled the room, and you noted with smugness that it was the one you had jokingly given him for Christmas after you’d gotten fed up with his strong, ever-present Axe scent. 

“Hey, Hoonie. You smell nice. For once.”

He chuckled. “It’s all thanks to you.”

“What would you do without me?” you said with a sigh, then looked up. You shouldn’t have. “Oh.”

The sight you were met with was unlike anything you’d ever seen in real life - Jihoon in all his post-shower half-naked glory, a simple white towel hanging low on his hips. Small beads of water fell from his hair and dripped down his chiseled chest and onto the plush carpet lining his bedroom.

You were pretty sure you’d seen at least five scenes like this in your romance comics.

“Oh?” he parroted.

You squinted your eyes at your friend before turning your attention back to your phone. “You’re naked.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw his grin widen. “I’m wearing a towel.”

“A towel isn’t clothes.” He turned around to rummage through his closet, and you took that opportunity to observe him more closely. This was the first time you saw your friend without a shirt, and you were trying your very hardest to not freak out, but it was a bit hard not to. Who would have known that under his baggy shirts and sweaters, Jihoon was hiding firm abs, broad shoulders, defined back muscles and protruding biceps?

His arms were what really got you, because you felt like you should have noticed them before. You’d already caught yourself staring a little bit too hard at the veins on his hands and forearms during a lecture before, so you could’ve conjectured that the upper part of his arms was well-defined as well. As mesmerizing as the shifting of his shoulder muscles was, what you really couldn’t look away from was the bump that formed his bicep. 

“Jihoon, have you always had… arms?”

You had barely even realized you’d said this out loud until Jihoon turned around, a confused look on his face. His lips drew into a smirk when he saw how fixed your gaze on his biceps was.

“No, they just grew recently. Thank you for noticing.”

“No, I mean… arms. Muscles.”

“Oh, these?” he said, flexing his arms and pecking his biceps in such a cheesy way that it snapped you out of your reverie and made you burst into laughter. “I started working on them last year so, yeah, they’ve been around a while.”

“Huh,” you said, then picked your phone up again and resumed your reading. “Well, you should work harder, ‘cause it’s the first time I noticed them.”

Jihoon scoffed. “Don’t act like you weren’t just drooling over my dream bod just seconds ago.”

You looked up, outraged. “I wasn’t drooling, I was observing. And don’t call it a dream bod, that’s gross.”

“My bod is a dream bod.”

“Stop it.”

“Can you look away from my dream bod for a sec? I need to put some pants on.”

“I’m already actively not looking. This dude is way hotter than you, by the way,” you said, waving your phone.

“Let me see him,” Jihoon said, heading towards you after successfully putting a shirt and sweatpants on. Gray sweatpants, you realized with a frown. He took your phone and looked back and forth between the character on the screen and you, an expression of disbelief on his face. “Y/N, this is a two-dimensional fictional character that exists in a fairyland. It hurts my feelings when you call him hotter than me.”

A lip grew on your lips. “Yes, but he has pointy ears and doesn’t refer to his body as a dream bod, so he’s a ten in my books.”

As you spoke, Jihoon lay down on his bed, stretching his arms behind his head and resting it on his palms, looking up at you with a grin. You didn’t know what to make of the sudden flip of your stomach.

“Will I be a ten in your books if I stop calling it a dream bod?”

You laughed. “Dream bod doesn’t even sound real anymore.”

“I don’t think it ever was, to be honest,” Jihoon replied, laughing along. “Or maybe they invented it for me.”

--

After that riveting discussion, you watched the show you’d been watching together (which, you had been surprised to find, Jihoon had the discipline to not watch ahead for), then finished getting ready. That night out hadn’t been particularly extraordinary. Pre-gaming had been fun and chaotic, but the line at the club had been so long that you’d all sobered up by the time you were inside and none of you felt compelled to pay for six dollar shots. At least the good music and nice DJ that took all of your requests made up for it.

The interesting bit happened on the bus ride back home.

By some miracle, Jihoon had run into some of his friendly course seniors that apparently liked him so much, they decided to pay for all of his drinks. Only an hour after getting into the club, he was nothing short of wasted. In your five months of being at university with him, you’d not once seen him in such a state - disheveled hair (from dancing too hard or from getting his hair ruffled like a cute dog by all of his seniors, you weren’t sure), deep red blush staining his cheeks, forehead, ears and neck, unfocused eyes and constant lopsided grin. When he almost tripped over his own feet during Gimme More by Britney Spears, you knew it was time to go home.

Jihoon was usually the one that had to deal with a drunk you, so you didn’t mind taking care of him this time. It was actually kind of fun, seeing this new side of the person who had become your closest friend in the past months. 

Luckily for you, a night bus ran directly from the downtown area you were in to the street you and Jihoon lived on, and you managed to lug him to the bus stop. Getting him onto the bus and into a seat was an arduous task, but you made it, and were enjoying a calm, uneventful ride home until you felt Jihoon’s head drop onto your shoulder. You thought he’d just fallen asleep, but then the unmistakable sound of his voice made itself known to your ears.

“Y/N, Y/N…” Jihoon murmured with a muffled voice, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You tried to ignore the prickly feeling down your spine when his lips moved against your skin.

“Yes, Hoonie?” you asked, a tilt of amusement to your voice. You really had never seen your friend so intoxicated.

He sighed, lifting his head from your shoulder and resting it against the window with a bang. He didn’t even wince at the impact of his head against the glass - the alcohol had apparently rid him of the sensation of pain.

“Don’t call me that,” he mumbled, voice so quiet you had to ask him to repeat himself. “I said don’t call me that!” 

You were taken aback by his sudden burst of irritation, but he sounded more like an upset child than anything.

“Call you what? Hoonie?”

“Yes.”

“Why? I’ve always called you that.” You tilted your head at him, but he kept his eyes fixed on the road outside.

“Exactly. You’re the only one who calls me that. Everyone else says Jihoon,” he said, annoyance clear in his voice. It sounded like this had been bothering him for a while, but it was complete news to you. “Can’t you even be bothered to say my full name, or something?”

You chuckled and brushed some hair out of his face. Like an angry cartoon character, he puffed air out of his nose and crossed his arms over his chest. His frown deepened and a blush spread over his face that was already red from the alcohol. “Should I call you Jihoon from now on?” you asked softly.

His reaction was immediate. He whipped around, almost knocking your head with his, a look of total alarm on his face. His eyes were almost teary. “No!” he exclaimed loudly, garnering glares from some of the other passengers in the bus who probably wanted some quiet this late at night. “No,” he repeated, this time more quietly, and turned back to the window.

In slight disbelief, you chuckled again. “What am I supposed to call you, then?”

“Just-” he started, but cut himself off with a sigh. “Just call me whatever.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “I’ll stick to Hoonie, then.” 

He groaned as he lifted his head from the window and let it fall back against your shoulder. The angle must’ve made it highly uncomfortable for his neck, but he didn’t seem to mind. He only stayed still for a few seconds before shifting slightly and burying his face in the dip between your shoulder and your neck once more, then let out a low hum of satisfaction. 

“You smell nice,” he mumbled. Your breath caught in your throat. He was too close, his lips were too soft and his breath was too warm against your skin. Your whole body felt hot, like the bus driver had suddenly cranked the heat up and turned the bus into a sauna. “Like almonds,” he added, pressing his nose deeper into the base of your neck and inhaling there.

You tried to laugh, hoping it would dissipate the tension in your body, but it only came out as a choked sound. “It’s my body lotion,” you explained, voice weaker than you’d intended.

“Hm.”

You didn’t know what it was about Jihoon’s proximity that made your head spin so - no one had ever made you feel this way, and the fact that your body was reacting so intensely to someone you had considered your best friend for the past months made it all the more confusing.

“Are you asleep?” you asked him in a small voice after he’d been silent for some minutes.

“Just sleepy,” he murmured, shifting in his seat again. You tried not to shiver at the tickling sensation of his hair against your neck.

A pause. “Jihoon?”

“Don’t call me that.” You smiled, but there was a slight whine to his voice that, for some reason, made your heart ache. 

You corrected yourself. “Hoon?”

“Mmh?”

“Why did it bother you that I call you Hoonie, all of a sudden?”

He took so long to answer that you almost thought he hadn’t heard you. “Because… every time you call me that, it makes me love you more,” he answered, voice getting gradually lower until it became a whisper.

Everything seemed to disappear around you. The other passengers, the seat underneath you, the blinking lights and the night sky outside the window. It was just you and Jihoon, his body warm next to yours and the only thing keeping you tethered to Earth.

“Makes you… love… me?” you echoed tentatively. 

But no answer came. When you bent your head down to look at Jihoon, it seemed like he had fallen completely asleep, mouth slightly agape and the blush of alcohol still red on his face. You didn’t know what to make of his words, but there was no point asking him about them now. So you let him sleep on your shoulder, only waking him once you were nearing his stop. 

--

Jihoon woke up the next morning with a pounding head and a bruised ego.

He had always prided himself in his ability to drink copious amounts of alcohol and yet only end up tipsy. Sure, it wasn’t exactly good for his body, but it meant that he never had to turn down a drink or watch on the sidelines as his friends did shots, and he could still get home just fine and not wake up with a head-splitting hangover the next day. Unlike you, who started giggling for no reason after one pint of beer and who tore it up on the dancefloor or talked to strangers like you’d been besties for years after two shots of tequila.

It only made his state of the previous night that much more embarrassing. He wished he had your amazing memory-erasing superpowers - but sadly, he didn’t, and what happened in the bus was glued to his brain. 

Before he could even lift his head or get a cup of water, his phone rang, the sound invading his ears and splitting his head in two. He slid a thumb across his phone to accept the video call and was greeted by a close-up of Junkyu’s smiling face.

“Rise and shine! I heard someone got their party on last night.”

Jihoon groaned loudly, chucking his phone somewhere on his bed so he didn’t have to see his friend’s face anymore. His was definitely not the face he wanted to see first thing in the morning. Unfortunately for Jihoon, Junkyu had been blessed with an extraordinarily loud voice that still rang clear even when the speakers of Jihoon’s phone were stifled by his blankets.

“Y/N sent me a video of you. You looked ridiculous, man.”

“I hate you. I hate your face, I hate the way you talk, I hate how mean you are to me-”

“I can’t hear you. What was that?”

With another groan and a lot of difficulty, Jihoon raised his upper body and retrieved his phone. “You suck.”

Junkyu’s smile widened. “Well, that’s all from me. Have a glass of water!” he said cheerily before hanging up. Jihoon had never wanted to kill someone so badly.

His murderous feelings softened when he turned his head to find a plastic bottle of water and a headache pill along with a handwritten note on his bedside table. Have this and text me when you wake up! with five hearts at the bottom. It wasn’t signed, but he knew it was from you.

When the two of you met up for brunch sometime later, he kept searching your face and reading into your actions for any sign that what he’d said last night had made you uncomfortable. He’d expected you to be awkward around him, but your attitude almost made him think he’d imagined the whole thing. You joked around with him as usual, as if he hadn’t practically confessed to you last night, and he was desperate to know what might be going through your mind.

Had you forgotten? Had you chalked it up to him being drunk and talking nonsense? Had he had just thought it very hard, and not actually said it out loud? Or, worst of all, had you heard it all and understood him and decided to just ignore it for the sake of your friendship?

Jihoon was going crazy. He could barely taste his chicken and waffles.

The truth was, you just had no idea what to make of his words, and you were scared bringing it up might make things awkward. Jihoon could have forgotten all about it, or he could have meant something entirely different from where your wild, romance-comic-filled imagination went. Save for his tired eyes and groggy voice, he was no different at breakfast than he usually was, so you dropped it.

--

“Okay, Y/N, I think it’s time for you to go home now.” 

Different Friday night, different party. A week had passed and neither of you had mentioned what Jihoon had said on the bus - it wasn’t quite out of your minds just yet, but you’d both separately decided to pretend nothing had happened.

This time, Jihoon had found you in the hallway playing beer pong and downing the cup of beer your opponent had thrown the ball into. Everybody cheered you on as you gulped the cheap liquid down before lifting the empty cup over your head, eyes screwed shut at the unpleasant bitterness in your mouth. Jihoon wasn’t sure why you were playing - you hated beer, and you had one of the worst throws he’d ever seen. But even he, who was supposed to look after you, couldn’t suppress a smile at your attempt and inevitable total fail at scoring a point for your team. Even with all the concentration in the world, the sheer amount of alcohol in your system would’ve made it impossible for you to make it.

Back against the wall and arms crossed over his chest, he watched amusedly as you squinted your eyes at the cups across the table from you, even sticking out your tongue as if that would make your aim any better. After a few tense seconds, you threw the ping-pong ball and hit Lee Jeno right in the chest. You’d giggled at your own failure, letting people pat you on the back for trying and reassure you that it’s okay (even though you really didn’t care) before stumbling right into Jihoon. 

As soon as you’d recognized your friend’s face, you’d thrown your arms around his neck and pulled him down into a hug as you yelled his name happily; his hands had come up to your hips and gently pushed your body away from his. Then, he’d said the words you always hated to hear at a party.

“But we just got here!” you cried, the same answer you always gave him when he wanted to leave. You started walking away from him and back into the kitchen for more alcohol. He sighed but was quick to follow you.

“We got here three hours ago. Plus we did pres at Yoshi’s place. You’ve had way more than enough to drink,” he said, snatching a cup you’d just filled with punch from your hands.

“I was gonna drink that!” you complained, leaning against the counter for support. 

Jihoon took in your swaying body and your dazed eyes and knew he had to get you home. Any more alcohol and you’d pass out in this stranger’s apartment. Usually, he’d let you drink to your heart’s content and just make sure you got home safe afterwards, but midterms were coming up, and you’d planned on studying the next day - he was just trying to minimize the severity of your hangover. 

You mustered your most pitiful expression - to drunk you, there was no way Jihoon could resist your pouty lips and sad eyes. “Do we really have to go?” you asked, and Jihoon had to read your lips because of the loud music. 

He smirked, seeing right through your little act. He bent his upper body so that his lips were right next to your ear. “You’ll thank me tomorrow,” he replied, making you drop your fake sad expression.

“I should go say bye to Minjeong and the others first.”

“I’ve already told them we were leaving.”

You rolled his eyes at him and his stupid smile and lifted yourself from the counter, immediately losing your balance. Maybe you had drunk too much. At least Jihoon was there to catch you and prevent you from falling. He tried to put his arm around your shoulder to support you but you stepped away from him and fixed him a pointed look.

“I can still walk, you know.”

Jihoon smiled but said nothing, gesturing at you to go on and walk. You turned around and started making your way out of the place, ignoring Jihoon’s snickers as you bumped into various party-goers and pieces of furniture.  

When you reached the front door, you decided that actually, no, you couldn’t walk. Sliding against the wall, you let yourself drop into a crouching position. Your head suddenly felt like it was twice its normal weight and you regretted those last few shots of whatever it was you had drunk.

Jihoon sighed as he lowered himself and grabbed you under your armpits to lift you up. He had never been more thankful for an elevator and a bus stop only a minute’s walk away from where you were. Standing under bright lights in a desert and quiet street, it appeared like an oasis to Jihoon. Whoever’s party this had been, they lived in a really calm part of town. At this time on a Friday night, Jihoon’s street would be teeming with drunk students deciding which bar or club they should head to next.

You had never been more thankful for a bus stop with seats. You plopped yourself down on one of them, resting your head on the glass behind you and tightening your jacket around your shoulders. You closed your eyes, deciding this was the perfect time for a nap. 

“Are you cold?” Jihoon asked, his voice keeping you from nodding off. You let out a non-committal hum in response which he wasn’t sure how to interpret. He chuckled and you heard a rustling sound before feeling an added weight on top of your body. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured, then sat by your side.

Next thing you knew, Jihoon was making you stand again, and your feet moved of their own accord as he led you inside the bus. As soon as you were seated, you drifted back off to sleep. You jolted awake when your head drooped over, making you feel like you were falling. You sat up straight and looked around the empty bus, frantically asking Jihoon where you were.

“I’m taking you home,” he answered, laughter clear in his voice.

“Oh, okay,” you mumbled, and closed your eyes once more, falling back asleep in a matter of seconds. 

Jihoon watched with a tender smile as your mouth opened slightly and let soft snores escape it. Scooting closer to you, he placed his palm on your cheek and pulled your head towards his shoulder so it could rest there.

“Why do you drink so much if you can’t handle it?” he asked quietly, even though he knew you were already in dreamland.

--

When you opened your eyes the next morning, you felt like a kid who had fallen asleep in the car on the way home from a distant relative's wedding and mysteriously woken up in their bed. You stretched out your limbs, enjoying the softness and warmth of your sheets covering your body until a headache and pasty mouth hit you like a ton of bricks. It felt like the alcohol had made your brain shrivel inside of your skull - your whole body was screaming for water. 

Some kind of miracle had made a large glass of water appear on your bedside table, and you gulped it down in mere seconds. The hour on your phone read 10:24 a.m. - so much for getting up early and going to study at the library. 

You’d have rather stayed curled up under your blankets and slept the rest of your hangover off, but some rustling noises from the kitchen (and an intense need to pee) forced you out of the comfort of your bed. You stumbled into the kitchen to find Jihoon placing a pancake atop an already dangerously high stack. 

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” he greeted you, glancing at you with a smirk on his face as you made your way towards him. You stood behind him and rested your forehead at the base of his neck, as if catching a few last seconds of sleep. 

The feeling of your hair against his skin sent shivers down his spine and he hoped his shaky intake of breath had gone unnoticed by you. His pancake was ready and he had to put it on the plate behind him, but as if a cat had fallen asleep in his lap, he couldn’t get himself to move. This was a moment he wanted to cherish - although you never particularly kept your distance from him, he was still always greedy for more of your touch.

“Hey, Hoonie,” you replied in a groggy voice. “Thank you for breakfast,” you said, moving to rest your lower back against the counter next to the stove. He missed you immediately. “And sorry for being a nuisance last night.”

Jihoon smiled at you as he turned to place the pancake on the stack. Then he leaned in slightly and you made sure not to breathe through your mouth so he wouldn’t smell your morning breath. 

“You always apologize, and yet who’s dragging you home every single weekend?” he asked with an amused grin that let you know he wasn’t actually bothered by it.

He turned back to his pan and ladled more batter into it, forming a perfectly circular pancake. “Sorry,” you repeated guiltily.

He shook his head. “I’d rather be there and make sure you get home safe. And it’s not like I don’t have fun at those parties.” 

A small smile on your lips, you nodded and let his words assuage your guilt. “I’ll make coffee as a token of my gratitude.”

“How kind of you,” Jihoon teased, beaming. 

No matter how many times Jihoon reassured you, you still felt bad that he thought it his obligation to do those things for you.

Although you’d only grown closer at the beginning of your first year of university, now six months ago, you and Jihoon had known each other since you were thirteen, and he fourteen. You still remembered his braces, wide boba eyes and round cheeks from your teenage years - when you saw him again five years later, you couldn’t deny your surprise at his much… manlier appearance. Sharper jaw, broader shoulders, taller figure, deeper voice - it was hard to recognize the Jihoon you’d known and the Jihoon in front of you as the same person.

His parents’ job made their family move around a lot - your town had been their fifth home since Jihoon’s birth already. The year and a half they stayed went by far too quickly, and before you knew it, you already had to say goodbye. Jihoon and Junkyu had grown really close in that year, and since you were always in your older brother’s business at that time, you’d developed a liking for your brother’s best friend, too. You liked the way he’d ruffle your hair whenever he came over to your house, the way he remembered strawberry milk was your favorite, and the way he’d wave at you in the school hallways, effectively making you cooler than all of your friends for knowing someone who was in the year above. At the time, you hadn’t known if what you felt for him could be described as a crush - all you knew was that for the rest of high school, you missed him. 

When you found out that he had not only come back to South Korea to study, but that he was attending the university of your dreams, you couldn't have been more excited. But you chalked it up to the relief of knowing someone in an otherwise unfamiliar place.

Jihoon had been even more welcoming than you’d expected. He had come to get you at the airport with a big, colorful Welcome Y/N banner, helped you move into your dorm and treated you to a meal the night you arrived in town. Over the following weeks, he’d introduced you to his friends, showed you around campus, and kept inviting you out “so you would know where the good spots were.”

Thanks to him, settling in had been a much less stressful and emotionally exhausting process than you’d expected. But no matter how grateful you were, you couldn’t help but wonder why he was going to these lengths to welcome you. 

Somewhere in the town center, there was a square that was extremely popular among skaters for a reason beyond your understanding. But at almost any time of the day and night, you could find people practicing their skating there. You’d just left a bar nearby with Minjeong, Jihoon and his friends, and to an intoxicated you, skating, something you had never attempted before, seemed like the thing to try out right then and there. You ran up to the first skater you found and asked him if he could show you how to ride.

Minjeong had run after you, finding a skater of her own while Jihoon’s friends either watched or talked about something else amongst themselves. Of course, the inevitable happened, and as soon as the skater let you try skating on your own, you’d fallen on your hands and knees. In a flash, Jihoon had been by your side, frantically asking if you were okay and making you show him your palms. They were only grazed, and one of your knees was bleeding very faintly, but Jihoon acted like you’d just broken something. He got you to get on his back so he could carry you to the nearest pharmacy, leaving his friends and Minjeong to wonder what the hell was going on. You tried telling him you were okay and could walk on your own just fine, but he wouldn’t listen. 

He’d sat you on the curb in front of the all-night pharmacy and asked you to wait as he got disinfectant and bandages. You watched his face closely as he rubbed medical alcohol on your wounds. A crease had plagued his eyebrows ever since you fell, and he would not stop mumbling something about you needing to be more careful and you’re lucky you didn’t get hurt badly.

You hadn’t realized you were crying until one of your tears fell on Jihoon’s hand, hot against his skin, and he looked up at you with worry, any of his previous frustration with you wiped from his expression.

“Y/N? Why are you crying?” he’d asked, voice soft, as if trying not to scare you.

You sniffled. “Why are you so nice to me?”

His eyes softened and a small smile grew on his lips. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to mirror his smile, and the more you cried, the sadder you felt. Inexplicably, your tears just fell and fell and fell. Under the bright white lights of the pharmacy, in the cold of a particularly chilly September night, Jihoon wrapped an arm around you and let you cry on his shoulder. He didn’t ask any further questions, just waited for you to calm down as he rubbed a hand up and down your back and whispered in your ear that it was okay.

When you thought back on it now, you knew that it had just been the alcohol making you unreasonably emotional - you weren’t actually sad about Jihoon looking after you, if anything, it made you happy. But once you’d started crying, you couldn’t stop.

“I’m just looking out for you,” he’d said once your sniffling had somewhat lessened. You’d leaned back to look at him. 

“But why?” you’d whined.

Your frown had deepened as his smile had widened. “Because we’re friends.”

“Is that it?” 

“Well, Junkyu also asked me to look after you,” he admitted sheepishly. 

You gasped in affront. “He what?!”

“Y/N-”

“So he’s been forcing you to do all of this?” you asked, voice breaking at the end. Your anger had lasted two seconds - you’d gone back to being sad at the thought of Jihoon only being nice to you because your stupid big brother had asked him to.

“No, no, it’s not like that, listen to me-”

“I can’t believe the two of you! I’m not a child-”

“Nobody said you were-”

“So you don’t actually even care-”

“I do!” Jihoon had exclaimed, louder than you’d expected, and it shut you up. “I do,” he repeated, voice softer. His hands were still on your upper arms, and he leaned in closer. “You’re his little sister. Of course he was worried about you leaving home. He just asked me to make sure you don’t get into too much trouble,” he explained, lightly tapping the tip of your nose with his finger. 

He sighed, smiling as he watched you try to keep an upset expression on your face. He took the bandages out of the pack he’d just bought and stuck them with caution on your wounds. “But I wouldn’t be doing all of this if I didn’t care, Y/N.” When your eyes met again, you hadn’t known what to make of the look in his. “I missed you, you know.”

Just like that, the ducts behind your eyes filled up again, and large, hot tears streamed down your face as you rested your forehead against Jihoon’s shoulders again. He chuckled at your dramatics but placed a reassuring hand against your hair. “I missed you, too,” you replied between broken sobs.

He’d texted his friends to take Minjeong with them and go on without the two of you, then carried you back to his apartment, which was thankfully only a five-minute walk away. 

Ever since that night, you and Jihoon had been inseparable. He continued checking on you consistently, bringing you food and coffee without you even asking and, of course, getting you home safe from nights out. 

You were thankful to have a friend like him.

“Pancakes?!” your flatmate exclaimed as soon as she walked through the door, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, Minjeong,” you and Jihoon greeted in unison. 

She was wearing her clothes from last night and her hair was a mess, but she had a bright expression on her face (despite the faint mascara stains underneath her eyes). You narrowed your eyes at her but she made a beeline for the food, completely ignoring you.

“Hot,” she mumbled as she held a pancake between her fingers, but threw a piece in her mouth anyway. “You’re so lucky to have a boyfriend like him, Y/N,” she said around her food.

“Isn’t she?” Jihoon replied before you could say anything.

You rolled your eyes at the pair in front of you and poured a cup of coffee for Minjeong. She referred to Jihoon as your boyfriend so often that you didn’t bother to correct her anymore. “Not my boyfriend. And even so, he’s more like a bodyguard than anything.”

“Being a bodyguard is just one of the many duties of being a boyfriend,” Minjeong declared, easily ignoring you. “Don’t you agree, Jihoon?”

He nodded, a serious look on his face. “Absolutely. I take what I do very seriously.” When his eyes found yours, he shot you a wink. Your frown deepened. 

“Anyway, care to share why you’re coming home so late?”

A blush creeped on Minjeong’s cheeks. “Well, Yoshi’s place is quite a ways from here…” she murmured, looking down at her half-eaten pancake. 

“Called it!” you yelled, just as Jihoon let out a loud “no” of shock and defeat.

“Next takeaway is on you,” you told Jihoon with a proud smile. In a mature response, he stuck his tongue out at you.

Minjeong frowned at both of you. “You guys bet on this?” she asked, vexed. Jihoon exchanged a look, glanced back at her, and shrugged. “Not cool. I didn’t even know something would happen with him. How did you guess?”

You smiled. “You always go for the cute ones.”

She hummed in agreement, her expression almost a pained one. “He’s just the cutest little thing ever, I couldn’t help myself.” She took a sip of her coffee, cringing at the bitter taste before getting up to fetch sugar and milk.

You sighed at your friend. “You’re gonna break that poor boy’s heart.” You knew Minjeong wasn’t to blame for the boys that got attached to her when she made it clear she wasn’t looking for a relationship - but if it happened to Yoshi, you’d feel guilty. You’d met him in a tutorial for one of your Digital Media courses and he seemed like he wouldn’t hurt a fly. He’d invited you to do pres at his place, and you’d dragged Minjeong and Jihoon along, so they’d met through you. In a way, if Yoshi fell for Minjeong and got hurt, it’d be your fault.

“I told him I didn’t want anything serious,” she said, pouring as much milk as there was coffee in her mug.

“He doesn’t seem like the type to do casual stuff,” Jihoon chimed in as he placed the last pancake on top of the stack. But it was one pancake too many, and the whole stack fell over. Jihoon wasn’t rattled - he placed a few on his plate then rebuilt the stack.

Minjeong ate her last bite of pancake and got up from the stool. “Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“We? This is your problem, babe,” you said.

Minjeong smiled at you, eyes crinkling as she pressed a wet kiss to your cheek. You were sure there was some pancake left on her lips. “You’re such a good friend, Y/N,” she said, making you laugh. Of course you’d help Minjeong if she needed - but you were starting to feel bad for all the hearts she kept breaking. “I’m going back to bed,” she announced. Then, she put her hand next to her mouth as if telling you a secret, but spoke loud enough for Jihoon to hear anyway: “I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, is all I’ll say.”

Jihoon choked on his food and you let out a groan of disgust, but you both burst into laughter anyway. “I want details later!” you called out.

“You won’t be disappointed,” she said between giggles as she closed her bedroom door behind her. 

Just then, your phone buzzed with an incoming video call, Junkyu’s face taking up your screen. “Hey, ugly face,” you greeted, propping your phone up against the milk bottle.

“Hey, stink.”

“Hey, Kyu!” Jihoon called out and took a seat close next to you - you knew he was just trying to squeeze into frame, but the sudden proximity still made your breath catch in your throat for a second.

Your brother’s eyes narrowed. “What are the two of you doing together on a Sunday morning?”

You looked at Jihoon, then back at your screen. “Is there something wrong with Sunday mornings?”

“Not inherently, no…” your brother conceded. “But still.”

You rolled your eyes at him and his meaningless suspiciousness. “We just went to a party together last night and he crashed here afterwards.”

“She was so wasted I had to bring her home. And I made pancakes this morning.”

“Y/N, if you don’t marry this guy, I will,” Junkyu said with all the seriousness in the world, and Jihoon made a kissy face at him.

“What’s up with everyone today?” you sighed. “I’m going to shower. You two have fun.” You knew your brother probably didn’t have much to tell you anyway - he liked calling you for no other reason than to bother you. 

“Oh, we will,” Jihoon said with a suggestive tone, and you made a vomiting noise before disappearing into the bathroom. 

“When I told you to look after her, I just meant to make sure she doesn’t drink too much or get involved with weirdos. I didn’t mean to make her pancakes on Sunday mornings,” Junkyu teased, a knowing smile on his face. 

Jihoon looked down at his place, a small smile growing on his lips as well. “I know, but I like doing those things for her.”

Junkyu let out an odd noise, half out of disgust and half out of annoyance. “I can’t believe you. Just ask her out, already.”

“So you don’t like me at her place on a Sunday morning, but you want me to ask her out?”

Junkyu rolled his eyes (Jihoon thought this was a family trait, at this point). “I’m trying to help you out here, buddy. I know she’s my little sister, but you’re also my best friend,” he started, ignoring Jihoon’s aww, “and I don’t know how much longer I can stand you being in love with her but not making a move.” He paused to sigh. “I know you’re a good guy, so you have my approval, or whatever.”

Jihoon smiled somewhat sadly, picking at his food with his fork. “I appreciate it, Kyu, but I really don’t think she feels the same way.”

“How do you know that? Have you asked her?” Junkyu asked, not even trying to hide his impatience.

“No, but-”

“Do I need to do it for you? Do you want to hide behind my back while I tell my little sister, hey, my friend here has something he wants to tell you? Hey, my friend thinks you’re pretty, do you want to talk to him? Are you a big baby who can’t do anything, Park Jihoon?”

“No, I just-”

“You know, if this were a k-drama and you were the main lead, everybody would get Second Lead Syndrome. Me included. You suck.”

“Supportive as ever, Kyu,” Jihoon said, sighing.

“If you don’t ask her, you’re a bitch. I’m hanging up now,” Junkyu said before Jihoon could get another word in. He just shook his head, chuckling as he dug into his pancakes again.

The two of them had had this conversation about a thousand times, and they always came to the same conclusion: Junkyu thought Jihoon should confess his feelings to you, and Jihoon dismissed the idea, knowing he’d never have the guts to do it. To him, making jokes about being your boyfriend and relentlessly flirting with you was sign enough of his affection for you - you just needed to figure out that he wasn’t actually kidding at all. He was already doing half of the work for you, really. 

An hour later, the two of you were sitting on the fifth floor of the library, where nobody ever dared to venture because of its dark corners and maze-like rows of bookshelves. It creeped Jihoon out, but it was your favorite place to study, so on days he couldn’t convince you to go to a nicer spot, he sucked it up and followed you to the table you liked by a window that overlooked the park next to the campus. The window let some light in, but to get there, you had to go through dim hallways that looked like they hadn’t seen a human soul in years. Jihoon didn’t know how you’d found out about it in the first place. It felt like something a fourth-year would keep as a secret, not something a first-year would have discovered in her first months of attending uni.

As he observed your sleeping figure, Jihoon couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed. You’d gotten about twenty minutes of work done before resting your head atop your crossed arms, claiming you would just take a “power nap.” He couldn’t believe you’d emotionally manipulated him (pouted up at him and gave him puppy eyes - with that look on your face, Jihoon would agree to murdering someone for you) into going to this creepy part of the library only to sleep almost immediately after getting there. 

He bent down onto his arms, mirroring your position, and let himself have this moment. Even though he saw you all the time, it wasn’t often that he could shamelessly stare at you and get away with it.

He watched as your shoulders rose and fell to the consistent rhythm of your breathing, as the sunlight pouring in from the window made your eyelashes cast shadows against your cheeks. You looked so peaceful that any trace of his irritation towards you vanished. It wasn’t like he could ever really be mad at you.

Jihoon loved how little you had changed in the years you’d been apart. Of course, you’d grown into your features and didn’t quite look like the thirteen-year-old version of you he’d known, but still, you had the same face and same habits he’d fallen in love with in the first place. 

He still remembered the way his heart had swelled when he’d found your face amongst the crowd at the airport, how his whole body had buzzed with excitement at the idea of finally seeing you again after all these years. When you’d received your admission email from your university, the first thing Junkyu had told Jihoon was that he’d better look after you. It wasn’t like he didn’t think you couldn’t handle yourself, but it reassured him, knowing someone he trusted so much would be there to help you adjust to university life, since he couldn’t do it himself. 

Jihoon had taken this seriously. Junkyu hadn’t given him any sort of instructions - the picking you up at the airport, introducing you to his friends, making sure you were well-fed and well-caffeinated, that was all him. At first, he tried convincing himself that he was doing this in an old friend, big brother fashion - he knew how close you and Junkyu were, so he fancied himself a sort of Junkyu 2.0 for you to rely on. 

It had been when he saw your red, puffy eyes, trembling lips and tear-stained cheeks that he realized his old feelings had resurfaced. After all, don’t they say you never really forget your first love?

Truth be told, that whole night had been a dead giveaway. From the moment you met up at the bar to his little nurse moment in front of the pharmacy, his heart had not stopped racing. He kept checking on you, making sure you were having fun and handling your alcohol, and stuck by your side the whole time, like a bee to a flower. 

He remembered standing arms crossed over his chest and observing you with narrowed eyes as you tried out skating. He was telling himself he was just watching in case you got hurt, but he couldn’t ignore the way his stomach twisted with a hot, unpleasant emotion as the skater guided you, hands on your waist. He didn’t like that you held that stranger by his shoulders, relying on him and not Jihoon for support, or that you laughed together like you’d been friends for years. Jihoon was your long-time friend, not this random long-haired, baggy-shirted, vans-wearing loser skater that probably had a name like Mark or something.

When you’d fallen from that skateboard, his heart had dropped in his stomach. He’d been sick with worry that you’d gotten badly hurt, and even upon seeing your barely-grazed palms and knees, he hadn’t been reassured. 

Seeing you cry had made him panic like crazy. He tried his best to comfort you, but had no idea whether he was doing a good job. For days after that night, he’d replayed the conversation the two of you had under the lights of the pharmacy. 

“Why are you so nice to me?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? I’m just looking out for you.”

“But why?”

“Because we’re friends.”

“Is that it?” 

Jihoon hadn’t known whether you meant, is that the only reason, or, are we only friends? But he’d thought the second question was wishful thinking on his part. So he told you about the promise he’d made to Junkyu, and that had somehow made you even more upset. Even though he hadn’t said it outright, he’d thought he had made it clear that he wasn’t only doing this because Junkyu had told him to - he also wanted to be there for you. He did care, more than he wanted to admit. 

Over time, his feelings for you had grown far bigger than simple teenage nostalgia - he loved your present self impossibly more than fourteen-year-old Jihoon had loved thirteen-year-old you. He thought he made it obvious - he always made sure to compliment you, remembered your coffee order and favorite dishes from your favorite restaurants, rushed to your side whenever you needed him, and did everything he could think of to support you. Sure, he relentlessly teased you as well, but that was just Jihoon.

If you noticed him, you didn’t show it. He wasn’t sure whether you genuinely didn’t know he wanted you as more than a friend or were playing dumb, but he knew you saw him as something like a second older brother. But Jihoon had come to terms with that - he’d rather be in your life as a friend than not at all.

This was why he was grateful for moments like these, when he could just look at you without you knowing. 

After five minutes, Jihoon quietly got up and bravely made his way through the dark hallways and back outside to get you a drink - in case you woke up grumpy from your nap, he knew a matcha latte would appease you. He almost got lost on his way back, but when he found your table again, you were still sleeping. He couldn’t help himself - before rousing you, he snapped a quick picture of your sleeping face, making sure to get the drool pooling at the corner of your lips in frame. The photo went into his Y/N folder, full of pictures and videos he’d both secretly and not-so-secretly taken of you, which, no, wasn’t creepy at all, thank you very much.

When he pressed one drink to your cheek and the other to your forehead, you woke up with a gasp, then immediately winced at the pain in the side of your neck from the uncomfortable sleeping position.

“I wasn’t sure whether you’d want a hot one or an iced one, so I just got both.”

“Ooh, iced, please,” you said. “Thanks, Hoonie.” But before you could grab the drink, he snatched it away.

“No drinking until you get at least one thing done,” he said, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

You frowned. “But the ice will melt and it’ll taste all watery.”

Jihoon didn’t want to give in so easily. 

“Hm?” you hummed, tilting your head at him.

Jihoon gave in, handing you your drink with a tut. Seeing your excited grin and hearing your sigh of contentment after taking a sip made it worth it. 

About two (surprisingly productive) hours later, your stomach started demanding nourishment, and who were you to deny it? Your hangover was strong that day, and even the pancakes and coffee hadn’t completely rid your mouth of its sour taste. You needed something salty and greasy, so you pitched going to the fried chicken place a few blocks down to Jihoon, who agreed immediately.

On the way there, you tried to recollect some moments from the party yesterday, but quickly realized that not much was coming to mind. Pre-drinks at Yoshi’s were clear in your head, and so was walking to the other party - but the better part of your memories after that were fuzzy or non-existent. 

“Hoonie?” you suddenly asked.

“Hm?”

“Did I do anything embarrassing last night?”

Jihoon chuckled. “Not more than usual.”

You groaned and pushed his shoulder, making him laugh even more. “I mean, you just kinda danced like crazy and talked to absolutely anyone. At some point you were gone for like twenty-five minutes, and I found you in the bathroom taking selfies with girls I’d never seen before in my life.”

You pulled out your phone and checked your gallery - indeed, there were about fifty pictures of you and some random girls. “Who are they?” you asked, more to yourself than to Jihoon, in disbelief at how comfortable last-night-you looked with these strangers. “They seem nice enough, I guess.” You laughed with Jihoon before sighing. “Well, that’s not too bad. I’ve done worse things.”

Jihoon made a face as if to say, Yeah, I know, and you rolled your eyes at him. You returned your gaze to the path in front of you, but if you’d kept on looking at Jihoon, you’d have noticed the smirk growing on his lips as a joke formed in his head. After some time, with a shit-eating grin on his face, he broke the silence. “Oh, well, there was also that moment when you confessed your undying love for me, tears streaming down your face, begging on your knees, all the works. That was pretty embarrassing. But I get it.”

It was so ridiculous that you couldn’t help yourself from laughing as you slapped his shoulder. “You wish,” you said between giggles.

I do wish, he immediately thought, but kept it to himself. He laughed instead and could only hope his real thoughts weren’t so obvious. 

--

Two things happened in the fried chicken shop restaurant.

Well, three, if you counted their promotion on their chicken rice cake coleslaw menu, which was your favorite and which Jihoon always chided you for ordering (“Anyone who likes coleslaw is not human”), but in the grand scheme of things, that wasn’t so important.

First, your mom called. Now, this wasn’t anything huge in itself, but it was Jihoon’s behavior that got to you.

You had gotten maybe five words before he snatched the phone from you and lifted it to his ear. “Hi, Mrs Kim!”

You heard a faint but enthusiastic “Hi, Jihoon!” on the other side of the line. They made small talk for a bit, and you couldn’t believe your mom could have forgotten about her only daughter so quickly. You’d dived back into your fried chicken, pretending you didn’t care about whatever it was they were talking so energetically about, until you heard your name on the other end.

Your and Jihoon’s eyes met. A mischievous smile spread across his lips and your gaze hardened. “Yes, well, you know her, she’s a bit of a nuisance, but I’m keeping her out of trouble and all that. I saved her from joining a cult the other day,” he said, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh dear!” you heard your mother exclaim.

“You didn’t save me from anything, I knew what that woman was up to.”

You’d been waiting for Jihoon outside of the movie theater when an older woman approached you. She seemed friendly enough, and you thought she was just a lonely grandma in need of a nice discussion - which it was at first, until it veered towards religion. Next thing you knew, she was telling you stories about the upcoming end of the world and how we had to beg for salvation. You didn’t believe any of it, but you found it captivating, so you stood there listening to her and egging her on until Jihoon showed up and forced you out of there. You thought it’d have been funny if he’d listened along, but knowing Jihoon, a small part of him might have actually believed her and started freaking out.

“I didn’t know you and my mom were so chummy,” you said when the phone call was over. She hadn’t even asked to talk to you again.

“Your mom’s awesome. I can’t believe such a lovely woman gave birth to two gremlins like you and Junkyu. Are you sure you’re not adopted?”

It had seemed like nothing at the time, but when you played the scene over again in your mind that night as you lay in bed, the fact that Jihoon got along with your family filled your heart with an unexpected warmth. It was almost like he was part of the family himself - not in a third child way, but more in a if you brought him home to your family, he’d fit right in, a thought that had made you panic as soon as it’d appeared in your mind. Because why were you thinking of bringing Jihoon home? Why did it make you so happy, knowing he’d be welcomed with open arms?

You shook your head against your pillow, hoping it’d make those thoughts vanish. You reassured yourself by telling yourself that you’d be just as happy bringing a friend like Minjeong home, and that you were sure she’d get along just fine with your brothers and parents. 

The other sign had been much more straightforward. You weren’t afraid to eat messily in front of Jihoon, so some honey barbecue sauce had spread over the corner of your lips as you wolfed down one of the wings. As soon as Jihoon started to lean in across the table, you knew you were in trouble.

Not only did he wipe the sauce off your lips with his thumb, but he licked it off of his finger, never breaking eye contact throughout the whole ordeal. Your whole body tensed and you swear you stopped breathing for a second. 

It only really lasted maybe five seconds, but felt like hours to you. You glared at him for a bit before diving back into your chicken, hoping you didn’t look as flustered as you felt. But Jihoon and his stupid, proud smirk probably knew what he’d done to you. As if that wasn’t enough already, he even had the audacity to whisper cute under his breath. Your eyes snapped back up to his face, but he just smiled and nodded towards your food, telling you to keep eating. 

Over the next week, the word cute refused to leave your mind. You kept replaying that scene over and over - the feeling of Jihoon’s thumb on your lips, the sight of his own lips around his thumb, his gaze through it all. It wasn’t the first time such thoughts of Jihoon plagued you - once, he’d guided you through a crowded club with a hand on your lower back and the way the warmth of his hand against you had made you feel prompted you to ignore him for the rest of the night. Another time, he’d kissed you on the forehead after dropping you off at your apartment and you hadn’t been able to look him in the eyes for the following week. 

You took the small but meaningful events of that day as your second sign of your new odd feelings directed towards your best friend, feelings that you didn’t know how to name just yet.

--

Crazy rich Yoon Jaehyuk was having a pool party at his house, and basically everyone was invited. If you knew about the party, you could go - all Jaehyuk had to do was to tell maybe ten people and let them spread the word. As his partner for an English Linguistics class you had together that semester, you were one of those privileged people who’d known firsthand about the event and had made sure to tell everyone you knew to come. You shouldn’t have been so surprised to find what must’ve already been a hundred people on the front lawn, inside the house and around the pool when you showed up with Jihoon and the rest of your friends there.

Coincidentally, this was when the third sign occurred. Third time’s a charm, as they say, and the events of that night and those following cemented your growing hunch that something really was up.

Pre-drinks at yours and Minjeong’s place had already taken quite a toll on you. Jaehyuk lived at the edge of town, quite a ways from your flat, but the vodka cranberry you’d snuck in on the bus prevented you from sobering up during the long ride. When your group arrived at the party, both you and Minjeong were ready to dance. But before you could rush to wherever the dancefloor was, Jihoon caught you by the wrist, effectively stopping you in your tracks. Your eyes went from his fingers around your wrist to his smiling face, a surprised look on your own. 

“We’re gonna head directly to the pool. Don’t drink too much, okay?”

Your lips blossomed with a smile. Typical Jihoon. “Okay.”

The alcohol probably had something to do with it, but a surge of affection for your friend hit you and you stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek before taking Minjeong’s hand in yours and making a beeline in the direction of the music.

I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas was calling your name and you didn’t think to turn around to look at Jihoon, so you missed the way he watched your figure retreating into the mass of drunk students as he tried to commit the warmth of your lips against his cheek to memory.

You and Minjeong made your way to the center of the crowd, shrieking with drunken excitement when you found a group of girls from one of your shared classes there and exchanging very brief pleasantries before falling into the rhythm of one of your all-time favorite party songs. In your humble opinion, no one understood partying like The Black Eyed Peas did.

You only leave the dancefloor on one occasion, which is to take a round of vodka shots with your new best friends for the night - Jihoon had said not to drink too much, not not at all. One of the girls (Yunjin, you thought, but she showed up to class so seldom you weren���t sure) had a trick of pouring a lick of strawberry syrup before the alcohol, so that you wouldn’t be hit with the nail polish remover aftertaste of vodka. You were delighted to find it worked (almost) like magic.

It’s about an hour later when you and Minjeong reach the pool, not quite sober but more so than when you’d arrived at the party. For a pool party, there were definitely less people there than inside the house, maybe due to the fact that it was the end of February and most people didn’t want to risk getting hypothermia from the temperature difference between the heated pool and the cold outside. 

The relatively small number of people makes it easy to spot Jihoon, in nothing but his swimming trunks and a towel around his shoulders, sitting on a longchair a dozen or so meters away from you. Something about half-naked Jihoon, you’re not sure what, makes you want to walk over to him and do… you’re not sure what, but Minjeong frantically slapping your arm and whispering your name stops you from doing whatever it was you wanted to do. 

“Y/N! Y/N! Yoshi is right there,” she whisper-yelled. Indeed, Yoshi was in the pool, not far from where you stood, playing with his friends you recognized from pre-drinks at his place the other day. Minjeong’s face was redder than you’d ever seen it, and you recalled a conversation you’d had earlier that day.

“Will Yoshi be there?” Minjeong had asked, trying to sound innocent.

You’d looked at your flatmate with an incredulous look on your face. “Yes, he’ll be there, you slut. I thought you never went for a second time?”

She’d shrugged, an unusually shy smile playing on her lips as she looked down at her feet. “I don’t know, we’ll see.”

This was very unlike Minjeong - in your six months of knowing each other, it was the first time you ever saw her even consider getting with someone a second time. You didn’t know what sort of spell this Yoshi guy had cast on your friend, but it must’ve been very effective. 

“Go talk to him,” you simply said.

“What?! No way, I can’t- Oh my God, he’s looking at us,” she said, words rushing out of her mouth, “he’s looking right at us, isn’t he?”

You just laughed at your friend and waved at Yoshi who was already waddling towards your edge of the pool. “Hey, Yoshi!” you called excitedly. At the sound of your voice, Jihoon’s head snapped towards you. He wasted no time in yelling your name, motioning for you to come over, so you gestured back that you’d be there in a minute. 

“Hey, Y/N!” Yoshi called back with the same tone. “Hey, Minjeong,” he added, tone somewhat quiet, but the blush that grew on his cheeks told you you weren’t the one he was most happy to see. 

“Hey, Yoshi,” she said so quietly, you weren’t sure the boy could even hear her.

“Nice to see you guys here,” he said, talking to you but glancing nervously at Minjeong. 

“You too!” you replied, and before he could add anything, you placed a hand on your friend’s shoulder. “Well, I’m sure the two of you have a lot to talk about. See you later!”

You grinned innocently at Minjeong as she called your name, eyes wide in panic. She was a big girl, and Yoshi was clearly into her - she could handle herself. Jihoon eyed you amusedly as you made your way towards him.

“Are you setting them up?” he asked when you were within earshot of him.

“I’d be a bad friend if I didn’t at least try. I’ve never seen Minjeong blush over a guy, so this must be serious.”

A few of Jihoon’s friends were hanging out next to him, people that you knew from the many parties you attended together but that you rarely saw outside of drinking contexts. You waved at them before sitting on the deckchair next to Jihoon’s. He pivoted in his seat to face you, seemingly not minding that he’d just turned his back to his friends, then scooched his chair closer to yours so that your knees touched. You rested your palms next to your thighs and kept your gaze down. Something about Jihoon kept you from meeting his eyes, tonight. Maybe it was the half-nakedness.

Jihoon eyed you for a little bit, wondering what was making you so unusually quiet, before looking behind his shoulder to check whether Minjeong had been able to make progress on her own.

“Looks like it’s going well,” he assessed.

You followed his gaze to find Minjeong sitting at the edge of the pool and kicking her legs in the water while Yoshi stood next to her, water up to his belly button. You smiled as they giggled and splashed each other - it was going well, indeed. 

“Have you been in the pool yet?” you asked, shifting your gaze to the party-goers playing in the water. The echoes of people talking and water splashing were quite loud, but Jihoon was so close that you didn’t need to raise your voice too much. 

“No, I just took my shirt off for the hell of it.” 

You had meant to bring your eyes up to his face, you really had - but somewhere on the way, they stopped on his abs, and got stuck there. It was probably a full five seconds before you could look away from the well-defined muscles on his stomach and finally meet his eyes. He didn’t need to say anything - the smirk playing on his lips and the slight surprise in the raise of his brows were enough to tell you he had not missed your stare. 

You looked back to the pool, eyebrows slightly creased in shame at having been so obvious. Thankfully, you had brought a drink with you and took a swig of it there. “I wouldn’t put it past you.”

You were trying to ignore the way Jihoon’s eyes burned into the side of your face, the way they followed your every move, but with each passing second, you felt more conscious of them. Not unlike one would try to escape a wasp, you thought that going into the pool might tear Jihoon’s eyes away from you at least for a little bit. It’s not that his gaze made you uncomfortable, like that of a random old man in the street would, but it definitely made you feel… things. Things that you didn’t necessarily want to dive into. 

The problem was that, to go into the pool, you’d need to get into your swimsuit. You’d thought ahead and had come already clad into your bikini underneath your clothes, a black, strapless tube dress that was easy to take off so you could jump into the pool at any time. But getting rid of that dress right in front of Jihoon and his watchful eyes was more nerve-wracking than you’d imagined. 

You downed the rest of your cup for some liquid courage and shot up from your seat, releasing a deep breath as you did so. You thought it was better to just get it over with than make it last any longer than it needed to. Jihoon’s eyes glinted with amusement as they followed your every move.

“Let’s go back in.” 

Your plan had been to lift your dress off of your body and head straight to the pool, but Jihoon’s gaze made you freeze in place after stripping. You couldn’t quite describe it as lustful, or as hungry, because there was a hint of surprise there that softened it. It was like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing and loving it at the same time, if the slowly growing smirk on his lips was anything to go by. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, a fire that made your knees turn to jelly and that rendered you close to breathless.

You let his curious eyes travel your body for a few seconds before clearing your throat. “Do you want a picture or something?” you asked ironically, hoping your voice didn’t sound as shaky as you felt.

His smirk only widened. “No need. The real thing is so much better.”

You tried not to cower under his shameless gaze, instead stood up straighter and stared right back at him. “My eyes are up here, you know.”

“I know,” he replied, but his eyes stayed trained on your body. You watched as they slowly made their way up your legs, took in your stomach and waist, then paused on your chest, which was quickly falling and rising with your shallow breathing. It was only when you scoffed and crossed your arms that he looked at your face.

Still that lopsided smirk on his lips, he stood up and languidly made his way towards you. He came so close that you had to slightly crane your neck to meet his gaze.

Your heart raced as he let a few seconds of silence stretch between the two of you, keeping his eyes locked in yours. “Nice eyes,” he murmured after a pause, the sudden depth of his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

After six months of seeing him almost every day, one would think Jihoon’s flirty personality would not have such an effect on you anymore. And most of the time, it didn’t - even back in the day, he was already fond of teasing you, so usually, him telling you how pretty you looked, patting your head or him tucking stray strands of hairs behind your ear went somewhat unnoticed by you. Or at least, it was easier not to freak out over “small” things like these.

But this was one of the times when you thought he was really pushing it, and you lost the ability to even eye-roll, which was your usual defense against his flirting attacks. You hated to admit, but you just couldn’t pretend it didn’t have an effect on you. You hated it because you knew he was just flirting as a joke, not because he was actually interested or anything of the sort, and you felt stupid that it still did something to you - although you sometimes doubted whether he really was doing it just for fun. You wanted to think he was acting the way he was on purpose, to get a reaction out of you. It’d make you feel less of a fool.

Before you’d even had time to understand the meaning behind his words, he’d already walked away from you and to the pool. When your senses had come back and you spun around, he was already inside the water. He looked like a cute wet puppy with his hair sticking out all around his head, especially when he shook it and let droplets of water fall off his hair and splash around him, and you couldn’t believe this was the same man that had essentially called your tits nice just moments prior.

The raging butterflies in your stomach were your third sign.

You must’ve stared long, because after a while, your eyes met again, and a smile reappeared on his face. An actual smile, this time, not a smirk or anything of the sort. As if nothing had just happened - as if it was absolutely natural for your best friend to practically devour you with his eyes like that. 

He waved you over and you noticed Minjeong and Yoshi were with him, seemingly waiting for you as well. When you reached the edge of the pool, someone entered the room with a platter of shots of God knows what, and you immediately reached out for one and downed it. Sambuca, you realized with relief as the sweet liquid burned its way down your throat. That way, if your body kept buzzing the way it had been around Jihoon, you could blame it on the alcohol and nothing else.

Minjeong and Yoshi were already back in their new little world, but Jihoon watched with an amused grin as you measured the temperature of the water with a foot, then, deeming it warm enough, made your way towards your friends. There, the water reached up to your shoulders, and the fact that it got up to just a little bit under Jihoon’s chest only marked your height difference further, which shouldn’t have made you as flustered as it did.

“Didn’t I tell you not to drink too much before going into the water?” Jihoon asked, laughter clear in his voice.

“How about you let me drink as much as I want, and make sure I don’t drown?” you bit back, even though you knew it wasn’t much of a comeback. You had spoken in an irritated tone that, going by the way his smile softened, Jihoon found cute.

“Okay, I will,” he said, and the sweetness in his tone only served to further unnerve you.

If he noticed your annoyance, he didn’t say anything. 

You let yourself be convinced to play a game of chicken fight against Minjeong and Yoshi, which (along with that shot of Sambuca) made your competitive streak kick in and allowed you to, at least momentarily, forget about your irritation towards your friend. The reason behind that irritation was something you didn’t even want to think about.

Somehow, you endured the prickling on your skin as Jihoon kept your thighs tightly pressed around his shoulders with two big hands. Even when he squeezed the flesh there or craned his neck to look up at you with those big, round eyes of his, you managed to not let the way your stomach flipped get to your head. 

You weren’t sure how you won all three rounds of chicken fight, if it was thanks to Jihoon’s devotion to the gym, or yours to the free weekly Sunday morning pilates class your uni gym offers. It might’ve been down to the level of complicity you and Jihoon had built over the months that Yoshi and Minjeong hadn’t reached yet (if that can even be a factor in chicken fight success) - all you know, is that you do, and that even underwater, Jihoon’s hands burn as they snake their way around your waist, and press your body flush to his in a celebratory hug.

Some time later, you sit at the edge of the pool by yourself, having been deserted by the two lovebirds who not-so-sneakily snuck away under the pretext of getting some drinks, as well as by Jihoon who was called by some friends to join him back in the pool. You were at the level of tipsiness that made you want to self-introspectively sit on your own and people-watch for a little bit.

Until someone broke your peace.

“Hey, Y/N,” you heard a vaguely familiar voice say. Before you could respond, Kim Sunwoo was sitting next to you, a bit too close in your opinion for your level of acquaintance, clad in black swimming trunks that let the band of his Calvin Klein underwear peek through. 

He wasn’t half bad-looking, you decided in that instant.

“Oh, hi, Sunwoo,” you replied, smiling as you unquestioningly accepted the drink he offered you and thanked him for it. You peered at the orange liquid and decided it was the right color for alcohol before taking a sip. It being orange vodka didn’t come as much of a surprise. “I didn’t know you knew my name,” you admitted.

You recognized Sunwoo’s face from the Introduction to Literary Theory lecture you’d had last semester, and had learned his name when the lecture had to be online due to the professor falling ill, and he was one of the few brave students who had turned his camera on. With a face like his, you understood where the confidence came from.

Then, one night out on the town with Minjeong and other friends, you’d run into him at the counter of a bar, and had exchanged a few (flirty, if you recalled correctly) words, but not your names, hence the slight confusion.

He chuckled and you watched as two deep dimples appeared on his cheeks. “I did my research before coming here. Sadly, no one knew what kind of drink you liked, so I went for something basic and prayed.”

“This is perfect,” you said, laughing.

“To be perfectly honest,” he starts after a slight pause, “I’ve seen you around campus, and we even saw each other at a bar once, didn’t we?” he asks, and grins when you nod. “I felt stupid for never asking for your name, or your number. So when I saw you sitting here, I thought it must be fate that brought me to this party.”

You had barely registered his words, let alone formed any sort of response in your mind when Jihoon suddenly appeared in front of the two of you, placing a hand right next to your thigh on the pool edge. You hadn’t noticed him swimming your way.

“Hey, Sunwoo. I see you’ve met my girlfriend,” Jihoon blatantly lies as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The shock is apparent on Sunwoo’s face, and if it wasn’t for the sweet, convincing smile Jihoon was looking at you with, you might’ve let your surprise show more.

Sunwoo didn’t know Jihoon like you did, so you didn’t know whether he noticed the tightness in his grin, the challenge in his slightly raised eyebrows, or the general way he was holding himself that screamed Leave. But he must’ve noticed something, because it only took him a few seconds to start nodding slowly and rise from his seat.

For some reason, you stayed quiet, letting the word girlfriend and the way it had rolled off Jihoon’s tongue so easily repeat over and over again in your head. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he had said it so convincingly that you almost questioned whether you actually were Jihoon’s girlfriend. Before you could think any more about it, however, Sunwoo broke the increasingly tense silence.

“My bad, man, I didn’t know she was taken. I’ll leave you two to it, then,” he said with a smile, and that was that. 

You watched his retreating figure for a bit, eyebrows creased in confusion, before snapping your head towards Jihoon. Head tilted, he was fixing you with a questioning look, as if to ask, What are you up to?, when he was the one that had just acted strangely.

“What was that all about?” you asked.

Jihoon shrugged. “I chased him away for you. I’ve only heard bad stuff about that guy, like he sleeps with a new girl every weekend and doesn’t treat them right.”

You thought for a second, bottom lip slightly jutting out in concentration. “Well, couldn’t you have told me about his reputation then let me make the decision for myself?”

“I-” Jihoon started but stopped himself. He seemed to mull over your words for a bit, then sighed. “You’re right, I guess I could have, but you’ve been drinking, who knows if you would’ve made the right decision?”

This made you furrow your brows. “So what if I did? Getting drunk and going home with a rando is not unheard of, I would’ve been fine. Just maybe ashamed tomorrow morning.”

A flash of annoyance swept across Jihoon’s features, and your curiosity couldn’t help but be piqued. The two of you had had your fair share of aimless arguments over the months, but he’d never actually gotten cross with you. For some reason, you were suddenly itching to know what angry Jihoon was like.

“I wouldn’t be fine with it, though. I’d hate knowing that I let you go home with a prick like that.”

This wasn’t the first time Jihoon had fended off guys for you during a night out, but to his credit, they weren’t ever guys you wanted to talk to. And, well, admittedly, after learning what he was like, maybe you didn’t want to talk to Sunwoo either, but Jihoon’s protectiveness tonight was bothering you more than it ever had. 

You let a silence stretch between the two of you before speaking again. “You- you can’t just do that, you know,” you declared, not meeting his eyes.

“Do what?”

“Act like you just did. Pretending to be my boyfriend just to get a guy away from me.” Jihoon was just staring at you silently, so you felt compelled to add,  “You’re not actually my boyfriend, you know.”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say, because his jaw locked and a coldness you had never seen before appeared in his eyes.

“Aren’t I basically?”

That caught you off guard. Where was this coming from? Jihoon had never entertained the idea of being your boyfriend, ever, so why was he suddenly acting like he was? Like he had always been?

And yet, you found yourself toying with the idea of dating Jihoon once more. The one question that pervaded your thoughts was, would things be so different? You’d never had a boyfriend, so you weren’t sure what they did, but you thought it wouldn’t be too far off from how Jihoon treated you now. Keep you safe, bring you food, buy you random keychains or pencils that reminded him of you, text you throughout the day, compliment you. The only difference would be…

Your eyes drifted down to his lips, and you swore you heard a shaky intake of breath coming from the man right in front of you.

The thought had barely crossed your mind that panic rose in your chest. You could not be thinking about kissing Jihoon. You couldn’t think about him being your boyfriend, either. You weren’t sure why, but your sudden heart palpitations at the mere idea told you that you just couldn’t.

“No, you’re not.” You had wanted to speak firmly, but you feared your voice had come out shakier than intended.

To your surprise, Jihoon scoffed. “So if I went off and started dating someone else, it wouldn’t bother you?” he asked in a disbelieving, almost mocking tone.

“No, it wouldn’t,” you answered, and as soon as the words were out, you knew they were a lie. You scrambled to your feet, suddenly wanting to be away from this conversation and the way it made you feel. “I’ll, um, I’ll head back inside.”

You ignored his call of your name and picked up your dress, hastily sliding it back on as you made your way back towards the living room where most of the action was. You quickly found that it was too loud, too hot, too packed in there. You headed back outside through another door that led to a part of the backyard far from the pool, where people sat in small groups around a big fire, either nursing a drink or passing round a joint, the smell of weed heavy in the air. At least it was quiet here.

You walked around some before spotting Jaehyuk, the man of the house himself, sitting on his lonesome on a swing bench in a dark corner of the garden, looking down despondently into a red solo cup. A couple hours into the party, this was the first time you saw him, you realized. It made you wonder how long he’d been sitting out here on his own.

“Hey, Jaehyuk,” you greeted, catching him by surprise. You took a seat next to him, sliding your hands underneath your thighs to keep them warm.

“Oh, hey, Y/N. Nice that you came.” He mustered a smile for you before taking a swig from his cup and cringing at the taste of what must’ve been alcohol.

“What are you doing out here by yourself?” you asked softly. You were used to cheery, smiley Jaehyuk, and even though you weren’t very close, you couldn’t help but be saddened by seeing your friend in such a state.

Jaehyuk sighed deeply. “The girl I planned this party for isn’t here.”

“The girl you… planned… this party for?” you echoed, and he nodded. “You mean this,” you said, gesturing to the house and backyard full to the brim with people, “is all for one girl?”

He sighed and nodded again, taking another sip from his cup. He tutted at the drink, or maybe at himself for drinking it when he knew how awful it tasted. “I wanted an excuse to see her outside of class.” He chuckled. “I realize now that I might have gone slightly overboard.”

“Just a bit,” you laughed along, watching as a group of stoners cheered at their friend who had found marshmallows and sticks God-knows-where. “It’s not even midnight yet, she might still be coming.”

Jaehyuk shrugged. “I’ve stopped hoping. I think I just need to get into the party and forget about it for tonight.”

You smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”

“What about you, what made you escape out here? The music not to your liking?”

“Are you kidding? This is the Danish alternative pop playlist of my dreams,” you said, earning a chuckle from him. “No, I just…” You realized you didn’t even know how to talk about this. What was making you so upset?

“I got into a bit of a… squabble with my friend, if you will. He-”

“Oh, so it’s a he?” Jaehyuk cut in, a knowing smile on his face.

“No- I mean, yes, he is, but it’s not like that, it’s- it’s…”

“It’s?” he egged on.

“Ugh, fine, it might be like that,” you finally admitted, as much to Jaehyuk as to yourself. Your irritation made him laugh.

“It’s okay, it happens.”

“I didn’t think it would happen to me, though.”

“Why not?”

You sighed. “Just ‘cause… him and I, we’ve known each other for such a long time, it feels weird that things would start changing now.”

“How long have you known each other?”

“We met when we were thirteen and fourteen. Then he moved away and we only met again in September last semester.”

“Did you keep in touch?”

“Not so much. I just heard from him through my brother, they’re much closer.”

“So… what I’m hearing is, you’ve known each other a long time, but you’ve only really become friends since September, right?”

“Right,” you echoed dubitatively, wondering where Jaehyuk was going.

“Y/N, that’s just a bit over six months.”

“...So?”

“So, that’s not nearly as long as you make it out to be. It’s not like you’ve been best friends for years and things are suddenly changing. Six months… aren’t that short, I’ll give you that, but I think it’s a reasonable time for people to get closer as friends and then start developing feelings.”

“Feelings?” you immediately echoed, panic evident in your voice.

Jaehyuk let out something like a chuckle, looking at you like he was figuring out whether you were joking or not. “Is that not what this whole thing is about?”

You dropped your gaze down to your thighs, frowning. “Feelings just sound so serious…”

“They can be, but they don’t have to.” After a few seconds of silence, he noticed your upset expression and nudged your shoulder good-naturedly. “What’s worrying you so much?”

“It’s just confusing. I… It’s not like I’ve been totally indifferent towards him up ‘til now, but there’s something about him lately, especially tonight. It makes me actually wonder about… you know. Whether I want him as a friend or not.” You sighed. “And even if I am feeling… feelings, I don’t know how he sees me. I could still be a sort of little sister in his eyes, for all I know.”

“What makes you think that?”

A small smile grew on your lips as you blew air from your nose. “Junkyu - my older brother - tasked him with looking after me when he learned I was going to attend this university with him. So, while I go crazy trying to figure out why he acts the way he acts and why I feel the way I feel, he might just be keeping a promise to my brother.”

“But have you ever seen him as an older brother?”

“No,” you replied immediately. Your surety almost took you aback. “Jihoon is… Jihoon. He’s definitely not Junkyu.”

Jaehyuk smiled. “Then I don’t think he would see you as a little sister, either. The way you act with a sibling and with a friend, potentially someone you like, is very different. I don’t think there’d be room for question if he treated you as a younger sister, you’d just know. Most guys I know are very obvious when they like someone, me included, so if you’re thinking about this so much just because of the way he acts with you… well, you’re probably onto something.”

“You think?” 

“I do.” 

You and Jaehyuk stayed outside chatting for a few more minutes until you decided to go back inside for some warmth and a refill of your empty cups. In the kitchen, you ran into some of your classmates, so you joined in their animated discussion on which version of The Sims is better (Asahi offended everyone by saying the mobile app was the best) instead of going looking for Minjeong and Jihoon like you had intended to.

A few minutes later, as your phone buzzed with six consecutive texts from your roommate, you found out where both of them were. 

minjeong girl do u know how many bedrooms there are in this goddamn house??!!!! yoshi and i are spending the night here xxx ask jaehyuk if he has a room for u or get home w jihoon whos that girl he’s talkin to in the kitchen btw??? love yaa xxxxxoooo text me if u need anything!! i’ll be busy but i’ll keep my phone on ;)

Usually, you’d have rolled your eyes at the exorbitant amount of x’s and the cheesy winky face, but something else had got your attention. Suddenly stepping away mentally from the conversation (which had turned into an interrogation on Asahi’s suspected addiction to mobile games), you looked around the crowded kitchen until your eyes settled on your culprit.

From where you were, you only had a view of his side profile, just as Minjeong had said, Jihoon was talking to a girl, red solo cup in his hand and stupidly attractive smile on his lips. She was leaning against the wall while he stood in front of her, both looking as relaxed as if they had known each other for years. What was up with all that eye contact? What was making them smile so hard?

You hadn’t realized how hard you were staring until Jaehyuk’s voice broke through your thoughts, asking if you were okay. 

“You look like you want to kill someone,” Sumin joked, not knowing she was closer to the truth than she thought.

You tried to laugh it off, saying you were just deeply disturbed by Asahi’s predicament, but you couldn’t keep yourself from glancing back at Jihoon and the girl every thirty seconds. Another girl arrived, and Jihoon shifted to make room for her so that he was now directly facing you. Over the chatter of the kitchen and music booming from the speakers in the living room, you couldn’t hear anything they were saying, but it seemed like Girl #1 was introducing Jihoon to Girl #2, placing a palm on his bicep as she did so. You counted - that hand stayed there for four whole seconds, and when she finally took it off of him, your eyes drifted back to Jihoon’s face.

Jihoon, who was staring right at you. Jihoon, who raised his eyebrows at you as if to say, What about it? while yours were creased in - confusion, anger, you weren’t sure what, but an ugly feeling you weren’t accustomed to. Jihoon, who, you decided, had to know what he was doing, had to know how this was making you feel.

The only thing on your mind was getting out of here and taking Jihoon with you. Without thinking much, you fished your phone out of your sweater pocket, texted Jihoon Let’s go and said bye to your friends, lying that your friend had suddenly asked you to leave.

After a few minutes of waiting by yourself outside in the cold, crouching to maximize body warmth, you started to wonder if Jihoon had decided to not follow you. But when you felt a weight drop on your shoulders, you snapped your head up to find him smiling down at you. 

“Where did you get this?” you asked, meaning the blanket he had given you.

“I stole it from the living room.”

“Jihoon,” you scolded.

“You know the guy right? Just give it back to him this week,” he said, lowering himself down to your level. Similarly to your eye contact in the kitchen, you were still frowning while he kept on smiling. “Not like you to want to leave before one a.m.. Is something the matter?” he asked, and you debated whether he was faking his innocence or not.

For about ten seconds, you tried to stay quiet, not wanting to betray your feelings to him. You glared ahead of you, watching your breath form wisps in the late February night air. 

But then he called your name so softly, it undid all of your resolve. The sound of it made you sigh.

“Who was that you were talking to?” you finally asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Hm? That was just Shuhua, she’s a Tawainese exchange student from one of my classes. Then she introduced me to her friend Yuqi.”

You nodded slowly, still not meeting Jihoon’s gaze. “I didn’t know there was a Taiwainese exchange student in one of your classes.”

“Y/N?” The unexpected seriousness with which he had called your name forced you to look at him.

“Hm.”

“I have something to tell you.” He must’ve noticed your sudden inability to speak, so he continued, lowering his head to be at eye-level with you. “There’s a Taiwainese exchange student in one of my classes.”

A smile broke through his serious facade and you had to look away to hide your own growing grin. “You’re stupid,” you said, but it only made Jihoon laugh.

“So is that what this is all about? A little bout of jealousy from my Y/N?”

You didn’t know what to focus on - the fact that he had finally put a name to what you were feeling or the face that he had called you his. It made you frown. “I wasn’t jealous,” you said, aware of how unbelievable you sounded.

“No? Then what made you want to leave so suddenly?”

“I- You-” you started, glaring at Jihoon when he snickered. “How come I can’t talk to guys but it’s okay for you to talk to girls?” 

“So you are jealous.”

“No, I just think you’re being unfair. I’m calling you out on your hypocrisy, Hoon. Double standards and all that.” 

Jihoon grinned. Had he known that he’d get such a reaction from you after talking to a friend that happened to be a girl, he’d have done it much earlier. And yet you had never had a problem with any of the girls in his usual friend group - if anything, the bunch of you often ganged up against him - so he wondered what was wrong with Shuhua in particular. Was it because you didn’t know her, and misunderstanding could arise?

His smile and eyes softened. No matter how adorable you looked to him right now, he wasn’t one to play games with feelings, his or yours. It was hard enough to make you realize how much he liked you (although he hoped that scene at the pool had made things more apparent), so he wasn’t going to make it even more confusing by letting you think he might like someone else.

Earlier, when he’d asked you if him dating someone else would bother you, and you’d answered no, he hadn’t formed any plan whatsoever to go off and talk to another girl right in front of you. Things just happened in his favor. He’d been talking with a whole group of people in the kitchen, but save for Jennifer, they’d all left for a game of spin the bottle (at their grown college age). Shuhua had a boyfriend back home and he had you, so they both had no interest for it. So it was just the two of them bonding over their love for Taylor Swift’s music when you appeared in the kitchen with Jaehyuk. 

Did he also feel a pang of jealousy seeing you with another guy, even though it was just Jaehyuk and he already knew of your friendship? Perhaps, but this wasn’t anything new with Jihoon. He didn’t think he’d be able to get rid of it until he had the surety that you were his, which had felt like a faraway goal until recently. Maybe it was due to his growing boldness or maybe you had managed to piece everything together yourself, but he was sure he’d felt a shift in your attitude towards him lately. There were times you would get shyer than usual, refusing to look him in the eyes; other times, like tonight, you’d defy him, as if trying to prove to both him and yourself you didn’t feel any sort of way towards him. But he hadn’t missed the way your eyes had drifted down to his lips and stayed there for a few seconds, hadn’t missed your panic when things seemed to get too real.

Just like you, although he didn’t know about that, he also found that there was something different about tonight, some tension between the two of you that was bound to explode. The fact that you were both in swimsuits had probably not helped. As soon as he’d seen you in your black tube dress, his imagination had started running wild. The way you casually had a gray zip sweatshirt of his in your room and donned it before leaving your place had made it harder to not just keep you in your apartment while the others went off to the party, and seeing you in your bikini was like the final boss he hadn’t been able to defeat. Keeping his eyes off of you was simply impossible. He wasn’t sure how he had resisted kissing you right then and there, showing everyone who the prettiest girl in the room - hell, at this party - belonged to.

(Jihoon had a bit of a possessive streak.)

Even now that you had somewhat made up, he still felt the changed air around you, like there was no going back from here. No pretending there were no unsaid feelings anymore - at least, that’s how he felt. If you needed the extra push to realize either his feelings, your own, or both, he didn’t mind initiating it. If anything, he had been waiting for it.

So he made sure to clear things up. “I didn’t want you to talk to Sunwoo because I knew he had bad intentions. Or at least selfish ones. Shuhua has a boyfriend, nothing was gonna happen there.”

“Oh, but if she didn’t, something would’ve?”

“No, Y/N. No,” Jihoon said firmly. 

“Why not? She’s pretty.” You knew you were being unreasonable at this point, arguing for the sake of arguing, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Jihoon sighed before placing a hand at the top of your head, brushing your hair gently. “I know someone who’s prettier.”

You turned your head slowly to look at him and were met with a sight you forever wanted to keep in your heart. Jihoon was looking down at you, eyes soft and filled with an emotion you wanted to describe as adoration, corners of his lips upturned into a sweet smile. You wanted to reach out and touch his cheek, feel the warmth of his skin under your palm and make sure he was real, but you were too stuck in his gaze to move.

“I actually know the prettiest girl in the world. I’m very lucky.”

You continued staring at each other for a few seconds or maybe a few hours, until he booped your nose and stood up. “Our Uber’s here, pretty girl.” 

You took his extended hand in yours and let him help you up, still in a daze as he opened the car door for you and rushed to the other side. You didn’t expect the relief you felt when he took your hand in his again as the Uber started driving. As the driver and him made minimal small talk, you watched out the window, but you couldn’t hear or see anything - you could only focus on Jihoon’s fingers intertwined with yours. Had hand-holding always felt so natural?

Even once you reached your apartment and you had to let go of it to get out of the car, the only thing you wanted was to have it again. 

You didn’t notice right away, as you punched in the code for the entrance to your apartment building, that Jihoon had stayed behind on the pavement. A light rain had started and his hair, all curled up from the pool, shone with small beads of water that the streetlights reflected on. 

“Aren’t you coming up?” you asked, turning around to face him and leaning against the door so it wouldn’t close.

“Not tonight,” he simply said, and you hesitated to ask him why. Whatever it was, he must have his reason, and you would see him again soon anyway, so you dropped it.

“Okay.” You nodded and hoped you didn’t sound as disappointed as you felt. 

You thought that would be it, but then he took a step closer to you, then another, until he was standing right in front of you. The doorstep made you taller so that your eyes were on a parallel with his lips, on which they naturally fell. No matter how confusing tonight might have been, if what you thought was about to happen actually did happen, you knew there was not a cell in your body that would resist it.

Jihoon leaned in closer and closer, until he was right there, and your lips would touch any second - but he leaned to the right, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips instead. You stood with bated breath as he leaned back, wearing a proud smirk. “Good to know you wouldn’t push me away if I tried to kiss you,” he said, but on this rare occasion, you were speechless. 

His smirk softened to a smile as he ruffled your hair. “Good night, Y/N.”

It wasn’t until he had reached the corner, turning around and waving at you to go into your building before disappearing that you snapped out of it and made your way to your apartment. As soon as you’d shut your front door behind you, you realized just how disappointed you felt that Jihoon hadn’t come up like he usually did, how much you missed the reassurance of having him there, even if the two of you were a room apart. 

You also realized you didn’t want any walls to separate you anymore.

And there you had it - the signs were too obvious to ignore anymore. The heart flutterings, the thoughts of him invading your mind day and night, the jealousy. The constant longing to be with him.

You were in love with Park Jihoon.

--

You fell into a deep sleep for about four hours, before waking up with a start.

You were in love with Park Jihoon.

What had seemed like a comforting thought at the time now freaked you out to no end. Park Jihoon was your best friend, your brother’s best friend, someone you’d met so long ago he’d known you during your embarrassing bangs phase of 2015 (BangGate, as your friends from home inappropriately liked to call it).

You were great as friends, sure, but how would you fare if things went further than that? There was no way for you to know other than by trying it firsthand. Did you want to take that leap, and risk falling face first - or chance falling right into his arms?

For some reassurance, you got your laptop out and went to Google. At first, you intended to search some YouTube videos or blog posts about successful best-friends-turned-lovers stories, but something deep inside your brain compelled you to type Omegle in the search bar. Even if it was five a.m. for you, it’d be a reasonable time of the day for people with good relationship advice somewhere, right?

In your interests, you typed love, relationship and advice, hoping this would lead you to your savior. After skipping a few naked men who apparently were into love too, two young girls appeared on your screen who, going off of their accent, were British. They looked about eleven and were doing their nails, not paying attention to their screen. NewJeans was playing in the background.

They were perfect.

“Hey, girls!” you said, cringing at the sound of your own voice.

They raised their heads in unison, looking at you for a second before coming closer to the screen, all wide smiles. One of them had braces with pink elastics. “Hey, girl!”

You decided you had no time to lose, so you directly told them you needed advice with a boy you liked. They nodded vigorously. So you told them everything - from how you and Jihoon had met, to reconnecting in September, to the events of the past few months (including a detailed rundown of what happened at the pool, which they loved). They even insisted on seeing a picture and squealed when you showed them. Your Jihoon really was handsome.

“So? What do you think I should do?” you asked when you were done recounting everything.

“I have this thing I do whenever I fancy someone,” the girl on the right started, while the other one munched on some sour candy. You nodded for her to continue. “It really helps me know if I should keep fancying them or if they’re not worth it. It’s called a compibi- compa- combali- Rosie, what was it again?”

“A compatibility test,” Rosie said, tongue blue from her candy.

“Right, that. It works like magic. Just the other week I thought for sure Leo was the cutest boy in school but then I did the test thing and got forty percent with him and a few days later he was dating Sarah anyway.”

“Sarah is terrible,” Rosie chipped in.

“Oh no!” you exclaimed.

“Yeah, really bad,” the other girl said, nodding. “But then, I did it with Martin and got eighty-six percent and we’ve been dating for ten days now, we have,” she finished proudly.

“That’s amazing.” You didn’t know if it was the lack of sleep or the conviction with which the girl spoke, but you were hooked. “How do I do it?” you asked, although you’d probably done it when you were their age too.

“Oh, it’s easy. You just type the comp- Rosie?”

“Compatibility.”

“That, test on Google and click any one of them and type in your name then his. Any of them will do, I’m sure,” she shrugged, reaching for a candy. 

“Okay, let me do it right now. Gimme a sec.” After a few clicks, you’d reached an early 2010s-style website called lovecalculator.com, all pink and cupids shooting their arrows into the sky. You typed in your name, then Jihoon’s, then pressed a shaky finger to the Enter bar.

“Oh my gosh!” you squealed. “We got ninety-nine percent!”

“Oh my gosh!” the girls yelped back, clapping and hugging each other in celebration.

“Girl, you need to go tell him right now,” non-Rosie said firmly.

“Right now,” Rosie echoed.

You pouted. “I can’t, it’s five a.m. right now.”

“You better go later then! You two are meant to be! You’ll last at least like, a month or two.” 

“At least.”

After thanking and saying good-bye to your new best friends, you spent a good three minutes staring at the big 99% in bright pink on your screen. This randomly generated number made you so happy that you took a screenshot and printed it out on Minjeong’s printer in the living room, then put it on your fridge for you to admire. You used a magnet Jihoon had gifted you for Christmas - it was a four-cut photobooth picture of you two you’d taken at the Christmas market. You thought you’d only taken the paper version, but he’d made you go get food for the both of you while he bought the magnet version as well.

Your mind at ease, you started heading back to your room, but you ran into someone right as you walked out of the kitchen.

You looked him up and down. Yoshinori was standing in your living room half-naked, looking like a deer caught in headlights. 

“H-hey, Y/N,” he said, breaking the silence first. “I’m sorry, I thought you were sleeping…”

“I woke up early,” you replied, unable to keep yourself from smiling at his awkwardness. “What are you doing?”

“Just, um, just getting some water.”

“And you have to come to my apartment to do that?”

“No, I, um- Someone called the cops, so Jaehyuk kicked all of us out.”

“I thought you were in a room somewhere?”

“Yeah, but we went outside to see what was happening, and he saw us, so we had to leave.”

“Right… Well, glad you made it back home safe.” The strangeness of the situation suddenly hit you, and you realized you should probably let the half-naked man get his glass of water and leave. “I’ll go back to my room, then.”

“Oh, right, see you, Y/N. And sorry.”

“No worries!” you said, waving his apology off and scurried off to your bedroom. You plopped into your bed with a satisfied sigh, hugging a plushie Jihoon had won for you at an arcade close to your chest. He really was everywhere.

When you woke up next, sunlight was pouring from the window into your room. You checked your phone - nine a.m.. Not early enough to go to late sleeper Jihoon’s place, but definitely early enough to call your probably still sleeping brother. You had to tell someone about your newfound revelation, and Minjeong next door was either asleep or busy.

Your phone rang with an outgoing call for so long that you thought Junkyu might simply not pick up. “I’m in love with Jihoon,” you blurted out as soon as your brother’s face appeared on screen. 

He paused for a second, taking your words in, then yawned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “Good morning to you too, Y/N.”

“I’m in love with Jihoon,” you repeated, more insistently.

“I heard you the first time.”

“Well, what do you think?!” you asked, impatience rising. You couldn’t believe your brother could be sarcastic in an emergency like this.

Junkyu frowned. “Uh, congratulations?”

You tutted. “Kyu, I’m serious about this!”

“I know, I can tell,” he said, chuckling. “Are you going to tell him?”

“I think I have to. I think… I think he feels the same way about me, actually.”

Junkyu rolled his eyes. “No shit, Sherlock.”

You paused. “Huh?”

“Everyone and their mom knows he’s in love with you, we were just all waiting for you to see it.”

“Huh?!” Junkyu shrugged. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

Your brother sighed. “Some things in life, you have to figure out on your own, sis. Like taxes.” You just frowned at him. “Well, how did you figure it out?”

“Now that you say it, I guess I should’ve noticed it earlier. But really what happened is I saw him talking to a girl.”

“Put the man in jail!”

“Shut up. And then we talked for a bit, and he didn’t outright say it, but he heavily implied that he… liked me.”

Junkyu scoffed. “That’s an understatement.”

You ignored your brother. “But I don’t know if I should wait for a bit or go tell him now-”

“Y/N. Please, put that man out of his misery and go tell him now.”

“Don’t you think he’d get upset if I confessed first? You know Jihoon, he gets proud about random things like that.”

“Believe me, he won’t care. He’ll just be happy you like him back after all this time.”

You thought for a second, a small smile blooming on your lips. “Does he really like me that much?”

Junkyu sighed. “He’s been harping on about you since we were fourteen. He probably keeps a diary or a boyblog where he just writes about you. Just go get him, girl.”

Your smile grew wider and your heart started beating faster, excitement growing in your stomach at the thought of seeing Jihoon again. “Okay, I will.” You and your brother stared at each other for a second, eyes wide in anticipation, until something struck you.

“Wait… You don’t mind, do you? Your sister and best friend dating?”

“I l-word both of you, so no, I don’t mind. I trust you both enough to not hurt each other. But I’m still your brother, so if that prick does anything to hurt you, I’ll kick his ass, okay?”

“Kyu, he bench-presses your weight as a joke.”

He squinted his eyes at you. “I’ll metaphorically kick his ass, then.”

“And what if I hurt him?”

Junkyu thought for a second. “I’ll… give you the silent treatment for a few days.”

“How scary,” you laughed.

“Anyways, congratulations in advance and all that, but for my mental health please pretend you’re not a couple in front of me and remember that premarital sex is a sin.”

“Will do! Bye, Kyu!”

--

Right after hanging up with your brother, you texted Jihoon, asking if you could come over. You quickly got ready, doing affirmations in the mirror to calm yourself down, and as soon as your phone pinged with Jihoon’s answer (miss me already?), you were out the door. It was usually a thirteen-minute walk between your and Jihoon’s place, but with the power of love, it only took you eight.

You felt like your body had gone on autopilot - instead of practicing over and over what you would say to him in your head, imagining all the terrible ways it could go or pacing back and forth in front of his apartment building, you just walked, the loud thumping of your heart in your ears drowning everything else out. You’d just get there and get it over with. 

Even when you had to wait for seven seconds (you counted) for Jihoon to open the door after you’d rung the doorbell, you didn’t start panicking. 

“Hey, Y/N, I just ordered some-”

“I love you.”

“Breakfast… You what?”

“I love you, Hoonie,” you beamed. The relief of letting those words free made tears pool in the corner of your eyes.

Jihoon just stared at you, mouth agape and expression like he couldn’t believe what was hearing. Reaching for your hand, he brought you closer to him and shut the door behind you, eyes never once leaving yours. Then, he pulled you into a hug, one so tight you’d be worried about your blood circulation being cut off if it wasn’t Jihoon’s arms you were in. 

“Can you say it again, please?” he asked, nose buried in your hair and voice weak like you’d never heard it before.

You tightened your hold around his waist. “I love you,” you whispered.

“Again?”

“I love you,” you repeated, giggling.

He laughed too, more out of relief than anything. “I love you, too.”

He leaned back and raised his hands to gently cup your face in his palms. The both of you were smiling like idiots from ear to ear, gazing into each other’s eyes. Tears streamed down your cheek and he wiped them away with a thumb before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Took you long enough,” he said, making you laugh again.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

Jihoon shook his head. “Don’t be. You have no idea how happy I am right now.”

“I’m happy for you guys and all, but could you like, not do this here?” a voice interrupted you. You looked behind Jihoon’s shoulder to find Hyunsuk, one of his roommates, on the living room sofa, watching Brooklyn 99. You hadn’t even noticed him. In his defense, you were declaring your love for each other right next to him in the entrance hallway. 

“Oh, right, sorry, Suk. Let’s go into my room,” he said, tugging at your hand. 

The both of you burst into giggles as soon as the door shut behind you. Jihoon wasted no time in pulling you into another hug, and it felt like your whole body sighed as you let his warmth engulf you. You cursed yourself for not letting yourself have this earlier. You gently rocked from side to side together, as if slow dancing to a melody only the two of you could hear.

“I guess a little jealousy goes a long way, huh?” Jihoon said after a minute of silence.

“I wasn’t jealous,” you huffed, leaning back so he could see your frown.

“What made you realize your undying love for me, then?”

“I just… I thought we’d be good together. I realized how compatible we are, if you will.”

“Our compatibility? Did you only notice it last night?”

You grinned. “Guess I did,” you answered, just to tease him. Jihoon did not need to know about your love calculator epiphany.

He looked at you like you had hung the stars in the sky. You felt shy under his gaze, but you couldn’t get yourself to look away. “So does that mean we’re… boyfriend and girlfriend now?” he asked, making you burst into laughter. “Don’t make fun of me! It’s important to make things clear,” he complained between giggles.

“Yes, let’s be boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Awesome,” he replied, then pursed his lips as if debating to say what he wanted to say next. “So, now that we’re boyfriend and girlfriend…”

“Yes, Hoon?”

“Does that mean I can kiss you?” he asked, a small smile playing on his lips that you mirrored.

“Please,” you whispered.

So he did.

When his lips touched yours, it was like a flower that had been waiting for the right moment finally bloomed inside your chest. It felt soft, and comforting, and just right. Like your lips had always meant to meet. 

At least, it started out that way. The fabric of Jihoon’s t-shirt bunched up in your hands while his cupped your face tenderly, your lips moving in a slow cadence against each other’s as if you had all the time in the world - and you did. You were both so filled to the brim with excitement that when you pulled away for a breather, you laughed together, foreheads resting against each other.

But then, you raised your hands and threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging on it gently as you deepened the kiss. You probably hadn’t done it on purpose, simply wanting to feel more of Jihoon out of some basic instinct - but it undid something in him. 

He slid his hands down the sides of your neck and your shoulders until they reached your arms, pulling on them to have your body closer to his. His hands then continued their journey down to your waist, where they sneaked themselves under your t-shirt. They ran up and up until almost your entire back was exposed to the fresh air in his room, the contrast between that and the fire-hot warmth of Jihoon’s hands against your bare skin making you shiver.

He walked you backwards until the back of your legs hit his mattress, unto which he helped you down gently, somehow not breaking the kiss as he did. One of his hands came to brush hair away from your face, while the other remained on your waist, after some time venturing onto your stomach, a sensitive spot for you that made you sigh into his mouth. He took that opportunity to slide his tongue against yours, yet another new sensation that made your head spin.

This was exceeding any expectations you had ever had for a first kiss. In fact, you had always thought first kisses were messy, awkward things, but this was nothing of the sort - your whole body was on edge, responding to every little movement on Jihoon’s part. Your fingers buzzed with a fizzy electricity that put your brain in a daze. You could do this forever, you thought. 

But forever was cut short by the sudden buzz of Jihoon’s phone. Jihoon started, practically leaping off of you and dramatically holding onto his chest when he realized it was just his phone that had interrupted you. The delivery person was calling him to announce their arrival. 

Jihoon pressed a kiss to your forehead, took a few steps, then came back to press another kiss, this time to your lips. Your stomach growled loudly while you waited for him, and you realized you still hadn’t eaten today. Add making out to that, you were ready to devour whatever it was Jihoon had ordered. 

The smell coming from the paper bag Jihoon held as he entered the room again made you close your eyes in bliss and take a deep whiff. “Johnny’s,” you whispered. “You know me so well.”

Johnny’s was your absolute favorite breakfast place in all of town. It had been opened a few years ago by a graduate of your university who had mastered the art of hangover food. From soups, to hash brown patties, to iced coffee, he knew exactly what it was that students needed after a night out. You could tell he had a lot of experience with that himself. He was kind of like a God amongst the student body of your university.

“Of course I do. I know your order from all of your favorite restaurants, and somehow you only realized yesterday that I was pathetically in love with you.”

You smiled sheepishly, taking a bite of your sausage and egg wrap. “How long are you going to hold this over my head?”

Jihoon grinned brightly. “Until I forget about it.”

“So never?”

“Precisely.”

He put on the next episode of your show, and for the next couple hours, the two of you stayed holed up in his room, cuddling once you were done with your food. Even though you had spent endless time watching shows or movies side by side, neither of you had ever dared initiate physical touch, no matter how much you’d wanted to. He’d been scared you’d pull away from him, and you’d been scared it’d be awkward. You hadn’t realized how much you’d longed for his proximity and warmth until you had it.

Save for his laptop screen, it’d been quiet for a while, and you thought you might fall asleep when Jihoon spoke. “I’m so glad I don’t need to pretend anymore,” he said as one episode finished and the next one started.

“Pretend what?”

“That I’m not desperately in love with you and that every single little thing you do doesn’t drive me insane.”

You giggled. “Does it?”

“Yes,” he whispered, his voice a heavy sigh, almost a groan. There was a slight edge to it, a deeper meaning behind that short yes that had your stomach suddenly feeling very tight.

“Oh,” was all you could answer. You suddenly wondered what you might have done without thinking that had had an effect on Jihoon, just as he’d done to you many times before. You also wondered what sort of effect you may have had on him, what sort of thoughts he may have had about you that he had to keep to himself all this time.

Tentatively, you cocked your head up, only to find he was already looking down at you. The glint in his eyes made your body burn. Just as he started to lean in to reunite your lips, your phone buzzed with many texts in a row. Jihoon closed his eyes in frustration and sighed. “I want to throw both of our phones away,” he said, making you laugh.

minjeong hey pooks idk if ur out somewhere or still sleeping but im going to yoshis placeee he needs some stuff there so we’re going together and i’ll prob spend the night over… we’re like inseparable rn or wtv. anyways dont set the place on fire while i’m gone x

you ok thx for letting me know xx im w my boyfriend rn

Minjeong’s response didn’t even take three seconds to come through.

minjeong HUHHHH??? GIRL ???

you hehe

minjeong park jihoon is one lucky man

you how do u know its him?

minjeong literally who else would it be wait does that mean we’ll go on double dates…

you yeah ur right and pls no

minjeong DOUBLE DATES !! girls night tomorrow night i want all the deeeets have fun having the place all to urselves and rmb to use protection xx

you why is that where ur mind goes first ?? down for girls night tho can we watch teen beach movie

minjeong duhhh

“Teen Beach Movie?” Jihoon said, startling you. You hadn’t realized he’d been reading over your shoulders.

“It’s a good movie,” you mumbled, frowning.

“Right.” He said nothing for a few seconds, but he just couldn’t contain himself. The question was burning his tongue. “Aren’t you on the pill?”

Your head snapped towards him at the sudden question. “Uh, yeah, I am. Why?”

His eyes scanned your face as a smirk grew on his lips. “Then we don’t need to use protection, do we?”

You gulped. Your whole face felt hot - after having just shared your first kiss, you hadn’t expected him to mention sex so easily. Not that you weren’t interested in that, far from it, you were just… nervous.

You turned away from him, unable to sustain his gaze any longer. “I guess not,” you murmured. You had started taking the pill at the beginning of university, mainly to regulate your period and lessen your hormonal acne. The contraceptive part was just a bonus, one you had never imagined would come into handy like this. 

Jihoon’s eyes suddenly widened. “Oh, I need to tell Yoshi about this! He’s gonna freak. I hope he won’t be mad he learned it from Minjeong and not me first.”

“Yoshi?” you asked as you watched him reach for his phone on his nightstand.

“Yeah, we’ve been updating each other on our love lives. He’s really into Minjeong, by the way.”

“That’s… strangely wholesome, actually.” 

While he typed away, you tilted your head and took the time to appreciate your boyfriend’s features. The round eyes, heart-shaped lips, sharp nose and even sharper jawline. He was so pretty, and now, he was all yours.

Without thinking, you traced a finger along his jaw, liking the feel of it against your skin. When his eyes found yours, you dropped your hand and straightened your head, expression like you’d just been caught red-handed.

“Should we go back to your place? We can pick up food on the way.”

You smiled. “We just ate.”

“And I’m hungry again,” he said, mirroring your smile and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. Or at least, he had intended it as a chaste kiss, but he found that he couldn’t quite get himself to pull away. “Let’s go,” he said, lips moving against yours as he spoke, but made no move to actually go.

“Let’s go,” you repeated, staying perfectly still. You’re not sure who was the one to cross the millimeters between your lips, but before you knew it, you and Jihoon’s lips were stuck to each other once more. This kiss had none of the gradual intensity of the previous one - right off the bat, the feeling of Jihoon’s lips against yours flooded all of your senses.

Your hands found purchase in his hair while his found their way to your waist once more. With surprising ease, he pulled you to him so that you were straddling his lap. For a second there, you were conscious about how heavy you might be on top of him, but it was all forgotten when he pressed his lips to yours again in a passionate kiss. In this new position, you could press your body close to his, so close you could almost feel his heart beat against yours. He also had easier access to your back than before, and he quickly took advantage of that. 

Just like before, he sneaked his hands underneath your t-shirt, making you arch your back against him. He slid a finger underneath your bra strap and pulled away for a second to ask if this was okay. You looked at him - his eyes were darker than you’d ever seen before and his face had lust written all over it. You were sure you looked similar.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” you whispered before diving back into the kiss. One second apart felt like hours to you.

Your breath got shakier as he unclasped your bra. He didn’t do anything right away, settling on brushing his palm up and down your back while your heart raced with anticipation. You were so on edge that you couldn’t even kiss him anymore - you buried your face in his neck, gripping his hair so tightly you were probably hurting him. You didn’t care if he could feel how desperate you were. Then, finally, painfully slowly, one of his hands made its way to your front, and he gently grabbed your breast underneath your bra that was hanging from your shoulders. That was already a foreign sensation in itself, but when he took your nipple between two fingers and pulled on it ever-so-gently, the pleasure that overtook your body was so intense that it made you let out a loud gasp and you pulled away from Jihoon, startled as if you had been shocked by lightning. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, breathing heavily, a mix of worry and desire in his eyes. 

You nodded, holding onto his shoulders as you tried to make your breathing return to normal. “I’m fine, just… it’s all very new, is all. I’ve never done any of this before.”

Never had a boyfriend, never held hands romantically, never kissed - that was you. Not that you minded, though, since you’d never been interested in anyone and you were happy to do this with Jihoon, whom you trusted more than anyone else.

He smiled softly. “That’s okay. Does it at least feel good?” he asked, low voice making the hairs on your arms stand.

You whined, hiding your face in the dip of his shoulder again. “It does…” you admitted, voice muffled against his skin.

“You know, it’s my first time too,” he said after a while. 

You lifted your head to look at him. “Really?”

“Mh-hm. You’re my first girlfriend.” His eyes were full of affection as he gazed at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You giggled. “What’s funny?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

“We’re each other’s firsts,” you explained. “I think that’s nice.”

Jihoon made his way to your lips, giving them a small peck. “That is nice. And I promise I’ll make you feel so good,” another peck, “you’ll want me to be your last as well.”

You looked at him for a bit, taking in his features that looked even more beautiful to you now that you’d realized your feelings for him, and thought of a life with him. It might have been slightly premature, but you already knew you liked the idea of that.

“Okay,” you said, as if what he had said had been an offer. It made him smile.

“Okay.” He kissed you, softly like you could break underneath his touch. “You’re so cute, you know that?” he asked against your lips, but didn’t leave you time to answer before kissing you again. “Okay, I think we should take a break,” he said after a few minutes. “We can go to your place. And then we’ll have more… privacy.”

You agreed that spending some time not pressed up against Jihoon might help you think straight again. The walk to your apartment was nice and quiet, your interlocked hands swinging back and forth between your two bodies. When you walked past the grocery store, you stopped in your tracks, looking at Jihoon with a smile which he mirrored immediately, even without knowing the reason behind it.

“Should we bake a cake to celebrate our first day together?”

“That’s very cheesy.” His grin widened as he took a step closer to you. “I love it.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and led you into the store.

The rest of that afternoon was spent baking and decorating the cake. It was a simple vanilla batter, but it took way longer than it should have, because Jihoon first insisted on having a flour fight (which took ages to clean), then on having two cakes and having a competition for whose would be prettier (yours, of course), but you loved every last second of it. It was like a scene out of a movie, and you could not have been more content. To really bring home the cheesiness of it all, you even recorded yourselves blowing out the number one candles of your respective cakes.

The evening came around, and, full of cake and Chinese takeout, you were holed up in bed together, watching the first movie that had popped up on your Netflix recommended. It was too easy, falling asleep in his arms. The combination of his comforting scent and the soft back rubs he was giving you lulled you to sleep like nothing else. 

When you woke up next, it was because of a sudden lack of warmth next to you. You lifted your head to find Jihoon opening your bedroom door and heading into the living room. He had just been going to get water, but you didn’t know that.

“Hoon?” you called out, raising yourself to a sitting position on your bed. He immediately turned around, walking back towards you and crouching next to your bed.

“Hm?”

“Aren’t you staying?” you asked, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt sleeve. He looked at your hand before his gaze slowly made its way back up towards your face, a smirk growing on his pretty lips. 

“Do you want me to?” he asked back, gazing deep into your eyes. His voice had dropped to a low volume that made it hard to breathe. Initially, you’d just wanted him back by your side, but now all sorts of thoughts were running through your mind.

“Of course. I mean, we’re dating, right?” 

In an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, you tried to chuckle, but all laughter died in your throat when your eyes locked with Jihoon’s. You weren’t scared of his intensity - you were scared of the pace at which your desire for him was growing. One inch closer, and you knew you’d be wrapped around his finger.

He leaned closer.

“What are you trying to say?” he asked, tilting his head innocently to the side. Mindlessly, you rubbed your thighs together, searching for some relief for your core that had started to throb of its own accord, but Jihoon was following your every movement and had noticed it. “Are you saying you want to consummate our relationship?” he asked again, a hint of amusement in his voice as he placed his hands on your knee that wasn’t covered by the blanket.

You scoffed and looked away, hoping you didn’t look as flustered as you felt. “Not if you say it like that,” you mumbled.

Jihoon’s eyebrows perked up. “How should I say it, then?” he whispered. His hand slowly brushed along your sides until it reached your waist. Even over your layer of clothing, his touch burned. “You want me to make love to you?”

You kept your gaze fixed on something behind his shoulder, focusing on your breathing that was getting shakier and shakier. He drew the blanket away, leaving your thighs exposed to the chilly air for a second before he splayed his large palms on them, bringing you some warmth but intensifying the throbbing in your core. His hands inched closer and closer to where you most needed them, rubbing over your inner thighs but swerving right before he actually reached your core, setting them on your hip bones instead.

“Or do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?”

He took your chin between two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze. Your eyes locked for a second before they dropped to his lips, watching the smirk that grew on them. “Guess it’s the latter.” 

As soon as your lips touched, you were overwhelmed by the immensity of your desire for him. Your whole body burned in want, in need. You had no idea what to do except hold on tightly to him and hope for the best, hope that he’d know how to guide you through this even if it was new for him as well. 

If you thought the kisses you’d shared earlier in the day had been intense, this one was on a whole other level. Your hands grabbed everywhere they could find and his gripped your waist firmly as your tongues danced with each other, resulting in a messy kiss that had your head spinning from lack of air in seconds. And yet, you couldn’t get enough. You kept pulling Jihoon impossibly closer by the hem of his t-shirt until he got frustrated from the layer of clothing between you two and simply took it off, discarding somewhere in your room. He gave you no time to admire his defined chest or abs, because he trapped your lips right away. 

He pushed you slowly onto the bed until he was hovering over you, alternating between kissing your lips and your neck, that you were sure would have a couple of purple marks for you to find the next day. Your skin burned wherever he touched it, and it was like a trail of fire had appeared as his hand made its way to your breasts once more, grabbing harshly at the soft flesh there. 

The whole time, he had been in some sort of a trance, drunk on your body, on your scent, on the way you were touching him - on the feeling that you finally wanted him as much as he’d wanted you all this time. But when he helped you out of the articles of clothing covering your upper body, and he had you half-naked underneath him, he had to take a double take and remember to take his time instead of just devouring you whole. For both his sake and yours.  

So he stopped for a bit, letting himself admire you. He noticed you shifting uncomfortably, so he leaned down again, pressing soft kisses along your cheeks and your jaw. “You really are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he whispered before kissing you. He then continued his journey down your neck and collarbones until he reached your breast. “Really so beautiful.”

When he took one of your nipples in his mouth, your back arched against him and you let out a loud moan. He couldn’t keep himself from chuckling slightly - he found it adorable how sensitive you were everywhere he touched you. Your moans were like music to his ears.

Nothing had ever felt like this before. As he circled his tongue around your nipple - God knows where he had learned how to do this - it took everything you had to not just scream in pleasure. Even if Minjeong was out, you still had neighbors. Now that you couldn’t grab his t-shirt, you’d switched to his hair, and you were tugging at it so hard you wouldn’t have been surprised if you ripped a clump of it from his head.

Your panties were sticking to your core, all slick with your arousal, and you didn’t know how long you could go on anymore without attention down there.

As if he’d heard your thoughts, Jihoon started making his way down your body once more, trailing kisses all across your ribcage and stomach.

“I’m torn between taking this real slow and making it last as long as possible.” His lips found a sensitive spot on your lower stomach, right next to your hip bone, and he gently bit the skin there, licking it afterwards to offer you some relief. “Or just devouring you now that I finally have you.”

“Jihoon,” you sighed, desperation evident in your voice. “Please, just do something.”

“Like what?” he asked, clearly enjoying your lust-filled state of mind.

“Anything.”

He chuckled, and by the sound of it, you knew he didn’t have anything good in mind. He lowered himself some more until his mouth was positioned right in front of your pussy, and, with no warning, licked a long strip from your hole to your clit over your panties, humming at the taste of your arousal.

“Something like this?” he asked afterwards, but was only met with a whine. He kissed the soft flesh of your inner thighs while you squirmed in his hold.

“Don’t tease me, please…” you begged, and your voice was so weak and genuine that he could only give in. 

“Whatever you want, baby,” he obliged, the nickname rolling off of his tongue casually. He had no idea what it did to you. 

He helped you out of your underwear, finally getting you fully naked just for him. Jihoon was a man of his words, so not a second was lost before he dived right back into you, licking up the arousal spilling out of you before flicking his tongue at your clit. He held your hips tightly in both of his hands so you couldn’t squirm away from him and ate you out like a man starved. You were so sweet and warm against his tongue, and your taste was worlds more intoxicating than any alcohol he’d ever had. He’d do this forever if you let him.

He noticed quickly that attention to your clit was what got you moaning the loudest, so he alternated between circling his tongue around it and gently sucking at it, sometimes releasing it with a pop just for the hell of it. He slipped a finger easily inside of you, your wetness accommodating him immediately. He couldn’t wait to be inside you - his hard cock was throbbing in the confines of his underwear, but his only concern right now was to make you come undone for him. 

When he found that deep spot inside of you, the one that had you gasping in pleasure and moaning his name, he slid a second finger in, and just like that, you were done for. You came apart on his fingers and tongue, a complete moaning mess underneath him, and he lapped up the arousal leaking out of you like it was water. 

You’d already thought you were at the peak of pleasure when your orgasm came ripping through you like an avalanche, blindsiding you and making you see bright white stars behind your tightly closed eyelids. Your throat felt dry from all the moaning and heaving you’d been doing. You had to take Jihoon’s face between your hands and gently pull him up yourself, otherwise it seemed like he was happy to keep going, but it was starting to overwhelm you.

Jihoon held you in his arms as you came down from your high. You let out the laughter bubbling in your throat as your breathing returned to normal - not because something was funny, but because you had just felt so ridiculously amazing that you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“How was it?” Jihoon asked, a lot shyer than you’d expected.

You lifted your head to look at him, a bright smile on your face even though you felt close to exhausted. “I have a hard time believing that was your first time giving head, Hoon.”

He chuckled. “Very first time, I promise you. I must just have some God-given skills.”

“I’m not even gonna fight you on that, because that was amazing,” you conceded, nuzzling yourself closer to him.

“I’m glad I could do that for you,” he said softly, burying his nose at the top of your head and inhaling there. The scent of your hair was oddly comforting for him.

Before you let yourself drift off to sleep, you started raking your fingernails across his chest and abs, smiling proudly to yourself when you heard him breathe shakily or felt his muscles clench under your touch. He wasn’t saying anything, but you could tell he was holding himself back. “I think,” you started, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw, “That you deserve something in return.”

“You don’t-”

You knew Jihoon. He didn’t like it when you insisted on paying for coffee because he’d done it the last time, or when you baked him something because he’d stayed up all night with you studying for a test. He liked taking care of you, but you always had to almost force him to let you take care of him. You wanted your relationship to be fifty-fifty - you wanted to give him as much as he gave you. Even if he would let you, it wasn’t fair to just take and take.

So you insisted. Whatever he was about to say, it died on his tongue as soon as you placed your palm on his erection. It felt hot and hard under your hand, and saying you weren’t slightly intimidated would be a lie, but you wanted to do this. If you were able to give Jihoon half the pleasure he’d given you moments prior, you’d be satisfied. 

You rubbed your hand slowly up and down over his clothes. “Really, baby,” he managed to say between shaky breaths, “I didn’t do that to get something in return- Fuck,” he whispered as you hooked your fingers underneath the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling it down his legs so he was only left in his underwear. Under the black fabric, his bulge looked huge, and you gulped at the idea of having it inside you.

“This feels good, right, Hoon?” you asked, steadily getting bolder and pressing slightly harder against his bulge as you continued rubbing it.

“It- it does, but-”

You shut him up by pressing your lips to his. He reciprocated it immediately, almost unconsciously, before moaning into the kiss. “So let me do this for you,” you whispered before ridding him of his underwear.

“Okay,” he said, sighing as you rubbed your hands from his knees along his thighs.

The groan he let out as you took him in your hand sent shivers straight down your spine. You could finally put to use all the knowledge Minjeong had passed on to you over the past few months. You let go of Jihoon’s cock to spit in your hand, the moisture helping you glide your loosely closed fist along his shaft with more ease. Your movements themselves were probably very clumsy, but Jihoon didn’t seem to mind - he moaned shamelessly, head fallen back against the pillows and exposed Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

Seeing him like this and knowing it was all because of you drove you crazy, and soon, you became greedy for any sign of pleasure from him. You wanted to hear all of his moans, sighs, groans, watch his abs clench tightly and feel him grab your hair, which he did as soon as you flicked your tongue across his tip, already leaking with pre-cum. The endless string of curses and moans that flew from his mouth as you circled your tongue and shallowly bobbed your mouth around him filled you with satisfaction.

“Fuck, just like that, Y/N. You’re doing so fucking well, baby. Making me feel so good.” Those words had been the cherry on top.

Jihoon was of a more-than-decent size, and fitting all of him inside of your mouth was probably a task that would take a few tries to achieve - you still did your best to take as much of him as you could. You massaged his balls with one of your hands, using the other to hold the base of his shaft while you bobbed your head up and down. You did this with increasing speed then let him take control over your pace as his fingers threaded themselves in your hair, guiding your head around him. You didn’t even know if he was doing it on purpose or out of reflex, but you definitely did not mind handing him the reins.

“You’re gonna make me- Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum, sweetheart.” You hummed around his shaft, and that seemed to do him in - with a loud groan, he released his load, hot and sticky inside your mouth. Taken aback by the bitter taste, you lifted your head and only swallowed what you had caught. You took him in your hand again, jerking him off to help him ride out the rest of his high.

You watched him, transfixed by his heaving chest, eyes screwed shut, the beads of sweat pearling across his torso, and the red blush that had spread from his face down to his neck. You’d done this. You’d gotten Jihoon in such a state. You let him rest for a bit as you wiped your hands and his body with a tissue and had a sip of water.

You then pressed a kiss to his cheek, taking the time to admire his smiling face. When he opened his eyes and found yours, you suddenly felt so shy that you returned to your usual cuddling position, head resting against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him. You were both smelly and sticky, but you couldn’t care less.

“You did so good, baby. You did such a good job,” he whispered, the praise going right to your heart.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. That was amazing.” He sighed contentedly, then lowered his head to look at you. “You feeling sleepy?”

You shook your head no, a shy smile on your lips.

Jihoon smirked slightly. “You wanna keep going?”

You nodded.

He shifted himself so that his back rested against the headboard. “Come here,” he whispers, pulling you to his lap. You both winced in sensitivity at the feeling of your core right against his softening dick, but you didn’t want to pull apart either. If anything, the small stimulation created a pit in your lower stomach for the second time of the night.

You wrapped your arms lazily around his neck while he rested one of his hands on your hips and used the other one to rub your back. “How are you feeling?” he asked, eyes soft and full of affection.

You pressed a long, gentle kiss to his lips. “Good. Really good,” you said, making him chuckle.

“Good. Me too.”

You made out lazily, lips moving languidly against each other, neither of you in a rush to get anywhere. But after some time, you started to feel Jihoon hardening under you, and when you rocked your hips against him, coating his growing erection with arousal, he groaned. His hands traveled down to your ass, grabbing hard at the skin there as he helped you rock back and forth against him. You started out slowly at first, moaning every time your clit brushed against his tip, but it wasn’t long before you sped things up and lost yourself in pleasure once again. Your arms tightened their hold around his neck and, burying your face in his neck, you pressed your chest flush to his and muffled your moans against his skin, in both pleasure and frustration at having him right against you but not inside.

You suddenly lifted your head, and the look on your face made Jihoon instantly stop. “Is everything okay, baby?”

You nodded, but your worry was still evident in the crease of your brows. “Yeah, I just…” You pouted. “I’m scared it’ll hurt, Hoon.”

Jihoon caressed the side of your cheek with his palm, brushing some hair away from your face. “We don’t have to do this today-”

“No!” you exclaimed, taking the both of you aback. “I want to.”

“Okay.”

“I’m just a little bit nervous.”

“Okay. That’s okay, baby.” One of his hands rubbed reassuring circles into your lower back. “We can go as slow as you want, okay? And we can stop whenever you want. Just let me know. Does that sound good?”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, it does.”

Jihoon smiled and pressed his lips to yours. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” you whispered.

He helped you lay on your back against the mattress and hovered over you, propping himself up on one forearm. As he kissed you, he caressed one of your thighs, hand inching closer and closer to your core and making your blood rush with anticipation. Then he finally pressed two fingers to your folds, gathering up some of your arousal 

before sliding his digits inside of you. As you gasped out in pleasure, his lips trailed away from your lips and found a new home in your neck.

He scissored his fingers inside of you, stretching you out and getting you ready for him as he murmured words of “you’re doing so well” and “I’ll make you feel good,” as if he wasn’t already. When you seemed relaxed enough, he slid his fingers out of you, smiling at you mischievously while he sucked your arousal off of them. Then, taking his dick by the base, he rubbed his tip along your folds, making your body twitch and loud moans escape your mouth. He pressed a final kiss to your cheek and buried his face in your neck, trying to ground himself too as he slowly started pushing himself inside of you.

His dick was so much bigger than his fingers, and you gripped his hair tightly as you got used to the new sensation. Tears prickled in your eyes, the unexpected stretch making you frown in discomfort. It was a completely different pain to what you were used to, but the overwhelming pleasure mixed with it made it almost welcome. 

Jihoon was using all of his self-control to not pound you into tomorrow - your tight pussy was sucking him right in, and it was like his whole body sighed of relief when he bottomed out. He couldn’t believe he was inside you, feeling your walls clench around him and hearing your soft grunts as you got used to him. It was a scene right out of his wet dreams. 

“You okay?” he asked, voice muffled against your skin. His voice sounded strained and heavy. 

“I’m okay, Hoonie. I just need a minute.”

For that minute, as you breathed shallowly and relaxed around him, Jihoon pressed wet kisses wherever his lips could reach and twirled one of your nipples between two fingers to take your mind off of your pain. 

“Take your time. I know I’m big, baby,” he said. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“No, you’re just right, Hoon. It feels nice now.” 

Objectively, Jihoon knew that this was a good thing, and that you had meant in a good way - better for him to fit right inside rather than cause you pain, but a part of his ego had still been hurt by your refutal of his claim. But then you told him he could move, and he forgot all about it.

It took him another superhuman kind of effort to go slow, slowly rolling his hips against yours with a self-control he didn’t know he had. He scanned your face for any signs of discomfort, kissing your small frown in the hope it might go away. He watched as your jaw relaxed and the soft hums escaping your throat turned into moans, as the crease in your eyebrows softened and turned into one of pleasure rather than pain. He allowed his movements to speed up, noting with satisfaction the increasing volume of the noises you were making and the way your fingernails dug into the skin of his shoulders.

He lifted himself on his palms and hooked one of your legs around his hips, the new, deeper angle having you seeing stars. He asked if you were okay again, and when you not only nodded yes, but asked him to go faster, Jihoon had to admit he got a little bit carried away, both in his actions and his words. 

Jihoon had a big mouth - you knew it, everyone knew it. What you didn’t know was that he would keep that big mouth even balls-deep inside you.

Maintaining a fast pace, he lowered himself so that his lips tickled your ear as he spoke. “You’re doing so well, baby. Taking my cock like the good girl you are. Isn’t that right? You’re my good girl,” he grunted, punctuating his words with harsh rolls of his hips into yours. You couldn’t even get yourself to answer, that’s how far gone you were, his words going into your one ear and coming out the other. All you could think about was how good it all felt, from his tip repeatedly hitting that delicious spot inside of you to the feeling of his warm, sticky skin against yours. The room smelled of sweat and arousal and was filled with all sorts of noises - your heavy breathing, your moans, your grunts, the wet sound of Jihoon’s dick inside of you.

“Can’t even say anything, can you? Am I making you feel that good, baby?”

You moaned, thinking that should be enough of a yes for him, but you should’ve known better. 

“I think you should answer me when I ask you a question, Y/N,” he commanded, slowing his pace down to get you to listen to him.

“Y-yes, it feels so good, Hoon,” you replied, out-of-breath.

“Attagirl,” he whispered, smiling as he bit the lobe of your ear. 

You hadn’t even realized you were crying until Jihoon halted in his motions, feeling one of your hot, wet tears on his palm. He was quick to wipe it away, searching for any pain in your features, but you only whined, asking him why he’d stopped. 

“Why are you crying, baby? Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” he asked frantically. The worry in his voice only amplified your already overflowing love for him.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong, I just… God, this is so embarrassing,” you all but sobbed against his skin, realizing that the pleasure had been so overwhelming, tears had started flowing from your eyes. 

“No, it’s not.”

You screwed your eyes shut for a second before meeting his gaze again. “I just- it feels so good, Hoon.”

A pause passed as he took a deep breath. “Is that it?”

“It is, I promise. Please, just… let’s keep going, Hoonie. I was so close,” you whined, and Jihoon couldn’t help but chuckle at your desperation. How was it that he still found you so adorable even in such a situation?

“Okay, baby. I’m relieved.” He wiped more of your tears that had fallen, but as soon as he moved inside of you again, taking a minute to return to his previous harsh pace, your tears resumed streaking down your cheeks. Jihoon kissed them, savoring their salty taste on his tongue.

It didn’t take long for the knot in your stomach to become tight again, and with every deep thrust, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. 

“You look so pretty like this, sweetheart. All fucked out for me.”

“Mm. I’m so close, Hoon, gonna- fuck, gonna-”

“You’re gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum and make a mess all over my cock?”

“Yes, Hoon, fuck-”

You gasped out loud as his hand found your clit again, using his thumb to rub quick circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Cum for me, sweetheart, show me how good it feels.”

That did it for you. Your second orgasm of the night washed over you, making you release your loudest moan yet. You held on to Jihoon like you might fall apart if you didn’t. 

The quick clenching and unclenching of your walls around Jihoon’s dick as he fucked you throughout your high drove him crazy and, soon enough, he came undone himself, hot, white ropes of his cum filling you up. The squelch as he fucked his cum into you, the both of you moaning in overstimulation, was nothing short of pornographic. 

Jihoon all but collapsed on top of you, humming as you traced your fingernails up and down his back. You took a few minutes to collect yourselves, and you thought he might have fallen asleep, soft dick still inside you, when he lifted himself up with a sigh and slid out of you. You winced at the loss of his warmth. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and said he’d be back in a sec. 

When he entered your room again, he was carrying a towel, a tall glass of water, and leftovers from your takeout earlier. He cleaned you off and asked you how you felt, then you chatted as you ate your food. You could pass out at any moment, but it was nice, talking a little bit after the moment you shared instead of falling asleep straight away. 

He almost choked on his water when you asked him where he’d learned to talk so dirty - now that he was out of the moment, his cheeks reddened at the thought of everything he’d told you. “It just comes naturally,” he’d said shyly.

“Do you want anything?” he asked when you were done eating. 

You kissed him, smiling against his lips. “I’m all good, Hoon. You?”

He mirrored your smile. “All good, too.”

“I just wanna cuddle and sleep now. I’m spent.”

“Sounds perfect to me,” he whispered. He laid down on his back and you followed, letting him wrap an arm around your shoulder while you rested your head on his chest. He drew you close to him and pulled the blankets over your intertwined bodies. “Is it creepy if I just stare at you for a little bit?”

“Kinda, yeah.”

“But you’re so pretty,” Jihoon pouted.

“I’ll just sleep and pretend I don’t know anything about it.”

“Okay, just don’t panic if you feel a strange but very attractive presence looming over you.”

You snorted. “Noted. Night, Hoon.” You pressed a kiss to his neck and he hummed.

“Night, pretty. Sleep tight.”

--

When you woke up a few hours later, your room was bathing in the bright yellow glow of the early morning. You and Jihoon had shifted positions in the night and you’d ended up curled up on your side, back to him while he slept on his back, arms sprayed out next to him. It was the feeling of him shifting closer to you and wrapping an arm around your waist that had awoken you, a sudden warmth engulfing your body that made you feel like you might still be dreaming.

But no, it was all very real. From the man behind you, to the events of the previous night, to the dull but not unpleasant ache you felt between your legs. You sighed contentedly, taking his hand in yours and wrapping it tighter around yourself. 

Curious to see if he was awake, you turned around after a few minutes and faced him. He seemed pretty passed out until you pressed a soft kiss to his nose, then another to his cheek. His eyebrows creased for a second and his foot moved against yours. He didn’t open his eyes, but he pursed his lips for a kiss. He wasn’t content with just a peck, however, and you found yourself making out with him first thing in the morning, lips full of sleep and cotton-soft like your pillows. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed of this,” he says after a while, keeping his eyes closed, morning voice sending chills down your spine. “Waking up next to you.”

“You have?”

“I have. I don’t know if I should freak out over this and have a party or just be chill about it,” he said, smiling.

“We can have a party.”

“Really?” Jihoon asked, opening his eyes wide, excited like a kid who was just told they were going to Disneyland.

“Sure,” you giggled. “We can invite all of our friends and celebrate our one-week anniversary or something. Minjeong will probably want to plan it.”

He sighed happily. “I’m holding you to that. We’re celebrating.”

After lazing around in bed for a couple hours, going back and forth between chatting while cuddling and making out, your growling stomachs forced you out of your room and into the kitchen.

You and Jihoon noticed it at the same time. It was hard to miss, after all - a bright pink sheet of A4 paper with hearts and little Cupids everywhere right in the middle of the surface of your fridge, but more importantly, your name and Jihoon’s in big bubble letters with 99% in the middle. You wanted to rip it from the surface of your fridge, but the damage had been done - index pointed at the paper, Jihoon turned to you with an incredulous look on his face. You scratched the back of your neck and looked around the kitchen for a way to escape.

“Y/N, what’s this?” Jihoon asked, amusement laced in his voice.

You tried to find some sort of excuse, but to no avail. “This is just, um- you know, just a, uh, just-” The sound of Jihoon’s cackles interrupted you. You looked at him, unimpressed. “Don’t laugh at me. I was stressing out, okay? I needed something to reassure me.”

Jihoon was grinning wide as he pulled you into a hug, one arm around your waist and one hand on the back of your head. “You’re so adorable,” he mused, pressing a kiss to your hair. You wrapped your arms around his middle and nuzzled your nose against his neck, the comforting scent of his skin making you forget about your embarrassment. 

He leaned away slightly and took the paper off of the fridge, smiling down at it. “As cute as this is, you don’t need it. I’ll show you everyday that I’m the perfect man for you, okay?”

You mirrored his smile. “Okay.” Even when your lips found each other, you couldn’t stop smiling, giggles escaping from your lips into his. You only laughed harder when he started pressing small kisses all over your face, making sure to not miss a single spot. He pressed a final one to your forehead before resting his against it, both of you closing your eyes and relishing in each other’s presence. 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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ᴛʀᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ - ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ ᴏʀ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴏʀᴀʟ (legal line)

ʜʏᴜɴꜱᴜᴋ: Receive

He likes when you give him blowjob for a looong time. He gets excited just thinking about it. Of course, dirty talk cannot be left out when it comes to him, like "My babygirl was so hungry for my cock." He compliments your skill of the mouth to the skies. His weakness the back of your throat.

ᴊɪʜᴏᴏɴ: Both

He is a pussy eater too. Likes to trait you until you beg him to stop mainly because he can control your orgasm. To receive, he expects you to satisfy him. He lives and dies for the sight of that your lips wrapping around his dick all the way to the base. He can be greedy, veeeery greedy. Likes taking control over you, by hold your head in one place while he thrusting your mouth until you gags on him.

ʏᴏꜱʜɪ: Receive

Loves intense eye contact, making you look into his eyes and looking so innocent yet filthy as you slurp around his length. Compliments a lot. Isn’t scared to try deepthroating, as long as your open to it but still handle it gently.

ᴊᴜɴᴋʏᴜ: Receive

He would be shy the first times about getting head, but loves it too much to ever say no. He leans back and let’s you do your thing. You can also hear his vocals clearly, he can't hold back from expressing his pleasure. Grips the bed sheets until he’s about to cum.

ᴊᴀᴇʜʏᴜᴋ: Both

His bodyworship of you it applies from your head to your toes. Your body for him like the most valuable treasure. His tongue and lips play voraciously in harmony, while he watches your every reaction. To receive, he is like who admires your every movement. He wouldn't be able to be too rude to you, he just likes to "help" you a little, with his hands in your hair.

ᴀꜱᴀʜɪ: Receive

Can be sub or dom in this situation, depending on yours and his mood. If he’s sub, he’s whimpering and begging but as a dom, he threads his fingers in your hair, thrusting gently into your mouth while he is moaning softly.

ᴅᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ: Give

Knowing Doyoung's pussy eater agenda, I can't ignore it either. He can be the type who eats pussy like a hungry ethiopian. He could eat you out for hours. He’ll pull orgasm after orgasm from your body until you feel like collapsing. He wants to hear every noise you make. Loves it when you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug to really show how good you’re feeling.

[hakkkuu]

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Can you do something like this but with treasure please?

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TREASURE WHO

Can you do something like this but with treasure please?

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Can you do something like this but with treasure please?

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•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

[tomorrowxneverland]

[Treasure] You poking or squishing their cheek

☆ all members ☆ gn!reader ☆ fluff reposted!

Hyunsuk:

He probably jolts a bit because you surprised him.

He has absolutely no idea why you did it but he’s still smiling like a fool, also giggling because this boi is very ticklish!

You could squish his cheeks for all you want, if that’s what makes you happy, he’s not going to stop you.

Your hands feel nice and warm on his face, anyways.

Not to mention that you’re super close to him too, it makes his heart sing.

If you kiss the tip of his nose when you’re done squishing his cheeks, he will pass out from cuteness overload.

Jihoon:

He’s going to give you a bright smile because he thrives off the attention you give him.

However, he will also take this as a sign that you want his attention!

Which he will gladly give you, no, it doesn’t matter if you actually wanted his attention or if you just wanted to poke his cheek.

He will pull you into his lap and squish your cheeks, at first for revenge, then because your cheeks are so soft???

When you start whining at him to stop, he’ll just chuckle, “Why? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Well, if you want him to stop, he can do that… and press small kisses all over your face instead…

Yoshi:

His cheeks would turn slightly pink under your palms (like can u imagine i would cry).

He looks at you fondly, letting you do whatever you wanted but still questioning what came over you.

He gives you this confused expression when you say that it’s because his cheeks looked squishable??

Then he just laughs at you and takes your hands, playing with them.

But actually he’s getting very serious about this topic, like what makes a cheek squishable?

Squishes your cheeks back to check if yours are squishable too or not.

Junkyu:

“Ahw, why are you doing this to me?” he whines, with the biggest smile on his face.

He might playfully swat your hands away if you poke his cheeks too much but he will get disappointed when you actually stop.

On this note, the type to pout and get super offended if he ever catches you touching someone else’s cheeks.

Are his cheeks not good enough for you? You better give all your affectionate touches to him only.

This is how he realized that he loves it when you touch his face in general, for example, gently caressing him while cuddling. He will melt.

He wouldn’t really take revenge, but he also wants to caress your cheeks softly.

Jaehyuk:

This sweet boy will immediately smile when you poke his cheek like, “Yes, what is it, my love?”

This could really be something completely normal that the two of you do to get the other’s attention, it would be cute.

Also something to do when you’re bored.

For example, the two of you would just cuddle or watch something and then you just randomly start poking the other’s cheeks.

Then you start poking each other’s sides and wherever you can reach…

10/10 will end up with a tickle fight.

Asahi:

CAN YOU IMAGINE POKING SAHI’S DIMPLES I’M WRITING THIS WHOLE REACTION BECAUSE OF THE THOUGHT :(((((

He wouldn’t even react when you poke his cheek at first because ok, sometimes you do weird things but he loves you so you get a pass.

Then he looks at you with a blank but confused expression, like, “What are you doing?”

And you look at him with your brightest grin and say, “Smile.”

And he has absolutely no idea what possessed him at that moment but he smiles back at you almost on instinct.

And you can feel your finger sink into his dimple… and you cry…

Doyoung:

He’s already used to being doted on so he doesn’t mind if you poke his cheeks at all.

If you asked him, he would even let you willingly! He likes the fact that you want to touch him in the first place.

Squishing his cheeks is where it gets dangerous because then you have your entire palm on his face, and his cheeks are super soft too.

But he will grab your wrist (both, even!) to keep you in place then proceed to press kisses on your palm.

He gets so proud of himself when you turn into a blushing mess, he can never get tired of it.

And he will also love to just pinch your cheeks, he thinks you’re the cutest.

Haruto:

He’s not a fan.

He would stare at you like an angry kitten all the while you squish his cheeks.

He doesn’t like the poking either but when you just poke his cheeks out of the blue, he won’t have the time to put on the angry kitten face and will automatically start smiling.

Because even though he doesn’t like it much, he likes you very much, and thinks that it’s adorable how you want to touch his cheeks so bad.

He will only tolerate it for a short while, though, before he pulls your hands off of him.

If you try arguing, he will poke and squish and pinch your cheeks in the most annoying way to teach you how not fun it is.

Jeongwoo:

Save him.

He gets so red and flustered when you touch his cheeks, especially when you do it out of the blue.

His brain will simply just shut down.

He half wants you to stop so he can recover but also never wants you to stop.

He’s also the type to get very jealous when you touch someone else’s cheeks, he will sulk and not talk to you, I’m not even joking.

When he’s done processing, he will take this as some kind of couple bonding activity and always surprise you by poking your cheeks.

Junghwan:

He’s also a very flustered baby.

But his first reaction is to duck away and get some distance between himself and your hands.

He would eye you warily and question your intentions.

When you tell him that you just want to touch his cheeks because they look very soft, he will reluctantly let you touch.

He would be still embarrassed but he’ll slowly get used to it and start smiling.

Definitely won’t let you off without repaying the favor first, and he would really take a liking to touching your cheeks.

[chrysbibi]

Something New | Park Jihoon x Reader

Pairing: Park Jihoon x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Jihoon finds himself thinking of you while taking a shower and he can't help but act on his urges.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: explicit sexual content, masturbation (m), sexual fantasy

Jihoon lowers his head as he turns on the shower. He takes a sharp breath as he feels the lukewarm water run down his back and he quickly tries to adjust the temperature, turning the handle all the way to the hot water. He sighs as the water slowly becomes warmer and places his right hand on the shower wall, supporting his weight. For a few moments he stays still, just letting the water fall down on him, washing away all the fatigue of his busy day away.

He pushes his wet hair out of his eyes with his free hand before he raises his head and grabs the body wash from behind him. He puts a generous amount of the gel on his palm and starts rubbing his tired limbs, groaning when he passes over sore parts of his body. He turns on the hot water, his hand resting against the wall once again as he closes his eyes and tries to enjoy the feeling of his muscles relaxing.

The steam grows thicker inside the bathroom as Jihoon leaves the water on and his breathing becomes heavier. His left hand twitches next to his thigh and his chest heaves as he struggles to return his breathing to a normal level. But, as flashes of you cross his mind, he is unable to control his body anymore. His left hand slowly crawls upwards, moving to his inner thigh as he feels blood rushing to his cock.

Jihoon hadn't seen you all week; the last time he saw you was twelve days ago when he managed to find some time between dance practice and vocal class. He stopped for a bit more than an hour at your place as the two of you didn't even have enough time for a coffee date. He remembers dropping by while you were studying for a project, but you were more than glad to ignore your deadline for an hour or two if that meant spending time with your busy, idol friend, who barely managed to find some free time nowadays.

He remembers how your face brightened up upon seeing him at your door and the way you hugged him tightly as you welcomed him in. Jihoon remembers very vividly how your body felt pressed against his own; he recalls your warmth and your scent floading his senses, but most clearly he remembers how your chest felt squeezed between your bodies and the way you sighed when he pulled you even closer by the waist before he released you.

His eyebrow twitches at the thought and he exhales deeply by the mouth, chest heaving faster to match the pace of his breath.

He remembers how you moved to sit next to him on your bed when he didn't sit by the chair beside yours, claiming the bed was more comfortable. He remembers how your hand accidentaly brushed by his thigh when you tried to grab your cat plushie from behind him and how hard he tried to push away all the nasty thoughts that crossed his mind right then and there.

At that Jihoon finally lets his fingers wrap around his dick as all these thoughts come back to him and there is nothing and nobody here to prevent him from letting them take over. He slowly rubs the head of his cock with his thumb, moving his finger in circles and spreading his precum over the whole area. He slides his hand lower, pulling the foreskin downwards and applying more pressure over the sensitive skin right under his tip.

He swallows, Adam's apple bobbing and shuts his eyes tighter as he imagines your hand being the one holding him right now. Your fingers hesitantly take a hold of his cock before you regain your confidence and squeeze him, feeling his shaft pulsate against your skin.

Jihoon is using his left hand, so it feels like you.

He is not used to jerk off with his left side so he finds it a bit hard to synchronize his movements at first, but you would probably be a bit awkward in the beginning too, right?

You would look down as you would begin stroking him before you would raise your eyes to stare at his, trying to understand if you were doing it right. Your gaze would lock with his as he would slowly become undone under your touch; mouth opening slightly and eyes closing half-way as he would struggle to keep them open. He wouldn't want to miss this for anything in the world.

Seeing his ragged breathing and the way his muscles would tense and his jaw would clench, you would shift your attention back to his cock. Your hold would tighten over him as your strokes would become faster and harder. Knowing you, he guesses that you would bite your bottom lip as you would concentrate and Jihoon can't help but throw his head back at the shower as his left hand is moving in a steady pace now.

He squeezes his eyes shut and quickens even more the pace while trying not to loose the image of you.

He is certain that at some point you would turn back to face him, enjoying this view of him that you would have just unlocked. Maybe you would move your face closer to his, teasing him with how close you would bring your lips to his trembling ones, yet not touching them. And as your lips would be hovering over his, you would look up to him and smile while you would suddenly slow down your strokes, thumb sliding over his tip, nail grazing over his hole before you would move lower to trace the underside of his head.

Jihoon gasps at the thought and the feeling of his thumb roughly rubbing around and over his tip, moving the foreskin up and down. He is so close that the image of you in his head almost blurs from pleasure, but he snaps his eyes open and manages to hold it.

He is now panting as the thought of you slowly moving your face further from his without loosing eye contact, only to bend and spit on his cock pops in his head. He groans and drags his hand all the way to the base of his dick as he imagines you would do before picking up the pace again, settling on a merciless speed.

His mouth falls open but no sound comes out. He feels like he is going to burst, overwhelmed from the experience. He clenches his jaw, hips bucking forward, desperate to meet something other than his own hand. Pleasure spreads all over his body, travelling inside his veins, burning his skin as he huffs for more air.

He cums, a moan escaping his throat as he stains the shower wall.

Cum drips from his dick, sticking to his fingers as he continues pumping his cock, slower now that he has reached his high. When cum stops oozing from his tip, Jihoon places his left hand on the wall next to his right one and he tries to catch his breath.

His orgasm was so tense that he is still processing it. It hit him harder than any previous time and Jihoon chuckles weakly at the realization, wondering if imagining you jerking him off was really the closest to trying to get inside of you.

He staggers and leans his back on the wall behind him, letting his arms fall limply on his sides. The water running down his chest is not as warm anymore and Jihoon blinks slowly, knowing that he needs to clean himself off and get out of the shower before one of the other boys starts searching for him.

"One more minute…" he mutters to himself, closing his eyes and enjoying the last bits of this moment.

He squeezes harder his eyes shut and begs to feel something new soon.

[alohajun]

♡ CLINGY — SO JUNGHWAN

bf!junghwan x fem!reader | wc : 1.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, angst, fluff, happy ending, arguments, crying, use of petnames | request — i wonder if i could get an angst fic where the reader fights and make up with him? just a huge argument in general (i'm a sucker for angst lmao)

"i'm sorry, okay? i love you and all, y/n ... but this is too much."

junghwan muttered under his breath, sighing deeply as he avoided meeting your eyes.

the two of you sat in the living room of your shared apartment, the air tense with the seriousness of the conversation your boyfriend had started.

“and what exactly is too much?” you stood, taking a step away from him. “you lived in the dorms all this time because of the comeback, and i never complained.”

“y/n, don’t–”

“you come home after a while, and i can’t even approach you because you are pushing me away! what have i done wrong?”

junghwan furrowed his brows. “i just want some time for myself! am i only allowed to have some free time when i’m at the dorms?” he scoffed, annoyed.

“i never said that.”

“well, you didn’t have to.”

you took a deep breath, turning away from your boyfriend. junghwan immediately noticed the distance between the two of you, rushing to stand closer.

“i didn’t mean it like that. i’m sorry,” he apologized. “it’s just been a stressful week, and everything is piling up.”

you shrugged, trying to show you weren’t affected by his words. “okay? so let it out, then. don’t keep it in.” you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest.

an exhausted sigh escaped his lips, brows furrowed as he contemplated his words. he shut his eyes tightly, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“you’ve been too clingy, okay? it’s not necessarily a bad thing.” you knew he was rambling nervously, looking everywhere but you. “but it’s just you are always there, and i just need—"

“a break?” you continued the rest for him, tears pooling in your eyes. “not to be touchy with you? what else do you need? hm?”

junghwan shook his head. “jagiya, please. i–” he trailed off, trying to fix his words.

were fights like this normal? things like this happen in a relationship, right? this has to be something common, yeah?

you filled your mind with positive thoughts, but as you thought about what junghwan said, it was difficult not to break down in sobs.

you forced a smile. “you don’t need to explain yourself, hwan. it’s fine. i understand.” you lied, seeing the way relief flooded his face instantaneously.

what you said was far from the truth. you weren’t fine; not at all. you didn’t even know what you did so wrong.

why was it wrong for you to be clingy when you were meeting your boyfriend after a few weeks?

you couldn’t wonder what went wrong, holding in your tears as you watched junghwan nervously look at you.

his members were always clinging to him, but he never complained. why is he complaining now? did he not feel the same anymore?

various questions ran through your mind, each of them only breaking you down further.

maybe junghwan doesn’t feel the same anymore. maybe he doesn’t love me. maybe we do need to break up.

“you don’t have to apologize, hwan.” you hoped he believed the façade you put up. “i understand.”

you didn’t understand, though — not even the slightest — but you didn’t want junghwan to know that.

after all, you’d never ask for love from someone who was asking for distance.

so junghwan walked into your shared apartment with a relieved smile on his face now that their comeback promotions were finally over.

ah, this is what freedom feels like.

due to his hectic schedules and work stress, junghwan had long forgotten about the conversation you two had a month ago, and he assumed you did too.

he was so busy with his work that he never noticed how little you spoke with him, waving off your generic texts, thinking you were just as busy as him.

and well, you were just as busy as him — not in the sense he thought, though.

you were busy overthinking every single detail of your conversation with junghwan, causing yourself pain by beating yourself up for the little things.

when the brunet walked into the empty apartment — which seemed like it had been empty for days — his hands immediately turned to his phone, contacting you.

“jagiya, where are you?” he asked, settling his bags in the room as he walked around the house. “is everything alright?”

“i was at jinny’s for a couple of days. on my way back now.”

junghwan hummed in response, nodding even though you couldn’t see him. “ah, alrighty. just wondered where you were. you didn’t even text me about it,” he muttered.

"i didn't want to trouble you, hwan-ah. i'll come home soon, okay? bye."

the brunet couldn’t get a word out before the call ended, standing in the silence of your empty apartment. your words stung, and he couldn’t think why you would ever think you’d be troubling him.

you two were dating. it was normal to share your daily activities with each other and–

junghwan froze, the realization hitting him like an asteroid. he had no idea what you had been doing for the past month. he checked his texts with you, realizing you never shared much with him.

just like that, he remembered the conversation you two had a month ago, wondering if that was the reason you kept your distance, not wanting to ‘trouble’ him.

surely, you aren’t thinking about that. we didn’t really agree on a break, did we? what was even the conclusion we came to in that conversation?

junghwan paced around the apartment, stressing himself immensely with various thoughts — just like you had once. he didn’t even notice you enter the apartment, only shifting his attention when you closed the door.

as junghwan greeted you with his infamous grin, there was nothing more you wanted than to flower kisses all over his face, absolutely missing him dearly after a month of not seeing him.

but you held back, even going the mile to block junghwan when he tried greeting you with a kiss.

“i have been outside all day,” you explained, pushing away your boyfriend gently. “it's better if i take a shower first.”

“oh, okay.” junghwan frowned at your excuse, noting the distant look in your eyes. “i’ll order us lunch.”

“mhm, alright.”

so junghwan moved the food around his plate with his chopsticks, replaying the words he wanted to say in his head multiple times.

“you haven’t been saying much, jagiya,” he commented, his voice barely audible. “just a couple of calls and generic texts. is something wrong?”

you shrugged. “not really. you wanted this anyway, right?” you reminded him of the words that stuck with you for the past month.

“huh?”

“i never really let you complete that sentence. what was it you needed? a break? a breakup? which one was it?”

your eyes held no emotion as you spoke, all your tears wasted on the endless nights you had spent crying over the conversation.

“jagiya, what? no!” junghwan’s voice was raised, almost sounding offended. “i don’t want a breakup. never! how could you ever think that?”

“well, that’s what it sounded like to me when you said i was clingy.” you stared at your plate, not wanting to meet your boyfriend’s eyes. “a breakup is an option.”

“no, it’s not. i would–” junghwan was interrupted by the ringing of his phone, ignoring the call as he held your hands. “y/n, please. i don’t want to–”

he was once again interrupted, this time by your phone ringing. you answered the call without a second thought — anything that would make you look away from junghwan’s tear-filled gaze.

“yes, oppa!” you greeted in a cheery tone, as if you weren’t seconds away from a meltdown. “congrats on your comeback, by the way! manifesting a win for you all!”

so junghwan smiled, his heart warming at the thought of you keeping up with his work despite him having hurt you with his words.

“thanks, y/n!” jihoon replied through the phone. “we are having a little party! come over with hwanie before we run out of snacks.”

you chuckled softly. “i won’t be able to make it, but i’ll send hwan over. have loads of fun!” you cheered, smiling as you pulled the phone away, wanting to end the call.

but before you could, junghwan took the phone from your hand, wanting to make things right. “jihoon-hyung? yeah, something important came up. i won’t be able to make it either,” he explained.

junghwan ended the call, placing your phone on the table before taking your hand in his. you wanted to pull away — you really did — but you couldn’t as you looked into your boyfriend’s glossy eyes.

you sighed. “go do your important thing, hwan. don’t waste your time on me. let’s just have this conversation another day,” you said, looking away.

“you are my important thing, y/n. i apologize for acting like shit, but i will correct my mistakes, i swear. i promise, i will make it right.”

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✑ TREASURE REACTION !

— THE ONE WITH THE THINGS YOU DO THAT GIVE THEM BUTTERFLIES

pairing: treasure ot10 x reader genre: fluff, established relationship!au, bsf2l!au warnings: n/a, not proofread, mentions of food listen to: light - wave to earth

최현석 、CHOI HYUNSUK !

when you take care of the other members

we all know how much this man loves and adores his younglings, but seeing you care and watch out for the other members will have his heart soaring. literally five minutes after meeting the members, hyunsuk will find you already offering water or snacks to the other boys, or scolding them to be careful while they’re messing around. two words: heart eyes. hyunsuk will have the most loving look on his face whenever he watches you care for some of the most important people in his life, and he can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have you by his side when you’re ready, caring for and loving kids of your own.

박지훈 、PARK JIHOON !

making his coffee in the morning

he doesn’t know if he loves or hates the way he can’t drink coffee anymore unless it’s yours, but all cafes have become irrelevant to him. he doesn’t care if those cafe’s have fresh artisan crafted beans, or have some special rose cream foam at all. it doesn’t matter even if your coffee is literally an instant coffee packet that you just add chocolate powder to - it’s the best coffee in the world and there’s no telling him otherwise. jihoon doesn’t actually know much about the differences of coffee, if he actually likes the taste of it, or if he just likes to correlate the image of you across the counter from him having breakfast together, but his favorite thing is seeing you first thing in the morning when you plan to meet for a day together, and you’re already sitting on the couch in their dorm with two mugs of coffee on the table in front of you.

金本芳典 、KANEMOTO YOSHINORI !

when you thrift something for him

ah yoshinori, our darling lover boy. we all saw how freaking cute he would be on dates (he said it himself in his t-log how he wanted to make his vlog seem like we were on a date with him). but thrifting dates?? so. cute. he’d love taking you out to different places and finding these cute things for each other (and omg sharing them?? that’s so cute. BUT something he would find especially endearing is when you end up going thrifting on your own or with some friends, but still manage to bring him back the most vintage, most yoshi-like piece. somehow you always are able to bring back something exactly his style or something he’s looking for and he finds himself falling for you a little more every time he realizes you know him so well to the point that you’re shopping for him!! yoshi loves how knowing each other’s styles has just become instinctive in your relationship, and you best believe he’ll treasure all the things you buy him for the rest of his life.

김준규 、KIM JUNKYU !

when you invite him to go places

our sleepy baby is a homebody at heart (so am i kyu, i feel you), but that doesn’t mean he won’t leave home when it comes to you inviting him places. maybe it’s more so because you seem to know exactly when he actually does feel like going out, but kyu finds it absolutely freaking heartwarming when you tell him excitedly about a place you want to visit with him or take him too. he feels special in that he’s the one you go to, not anyone else, when you want to experience something new with him because he might be interested. new experiences can be scary, but being with someone you trust makes them a tad bit less. so find new cafes, or restaurants, or art studios. tell him all about it because he will totally be down to try new things with you!

윤재혁 、YOON JAEHYUK !

bringing him stuff you bake

yoon jaehyuk gives me falling in love with someone even sweeter than him vibes. is that possible? almost not because we all know this boy is the embodiment of all things precious and sweet. but the moment this boy lays his eyes on you as you take his order at a cafe he stumbles upon one day, he falls head over heels for you and the way you seem to always recommend the perfect things for him to try every time he visits. further into your official relationship, jae lives for the times you go to him first whenever you try out a new recipe, bringing him the first batch of whatever pastry or dessert you bake. some are meh and the most others are drool-worthy, but jae finishes everything you make him nonetheless because the fact that you put your hard work into something and came to him first makes him realize how much trust you have in him in seeing possible flaws in your work.

浜田朝光 、HAMADA ASAHI !

taking photos of him

please, every single time a tweet or weverse comes out with this boy’s film work, i literally swoon bc how is asahi literally the epitome of my aesthetic? he has the most beautiful pieces of photography ever and captures the smallest yet important moments with the members. that one thread of his film photos while he was out with ruto, hwan, jaehyuk, and i think also jeongwoo? those are my favorite roommates right there. that being said, because a lot of times, asahi takes candid photos of others in their natural state, he finds himself feeling really important and wanted when you show him a photo you had secretly taken of him. to him, it kind of feels like your way of saying, “hey, i think you’re beautiful in the times you might not think you are, because you’re perfect to me no matter what.” this bby wouldn’t know how to react when you show him because he’s so overwhelmed with emotion that he kind of just smiles and shrinks into himself, PLS he’s so adorable.

김도영 、KIM DOYOUNG !

having the same mannerisms as him

ah kim doyoung, our resident angel. we all know how our precious boy (or literally all of treasure) is so respectful of everyone whether he’s close with them or not, but his manner hands whenever he’s passing stuff to someone, or the way he seems to feed or give food to others before himself is something that tells me that our dobby would be absolutely enamored with someone with the same mannerisms. the first time he took you out to a family dinner (family dinner meaning a dinner with the other members), he would literally swoon when he catches you holding your hand under his sleeve when he’s reaching for something at the table, or when he catches you sneaking his favorite chicken pieces onto his plate. dobby sees you sitting back to let the other boys serve themselves before you, or to hand dish plates past you before taking food for yourself, and he can’t help but think about how perfect you guys are for each other.

渡辺温斗 、WATANABE HARUTO !

the way you get along with his sister

we know that haruto loves airi so so much. the way he speaks about her and thinks about her during tmap so 37 (?) shows how much he loves his family, and how much he protects and cares for his sister. so when haruto sees you and airi playing and joking around with each other, completely comfortable with skinship as if she were your own little sister, he absolutely melts. just knowing that there’s someone other than his family that can make her smile has him feeling some kind of way, and a fond smile can’t help but make his way onto his face. he might tease you, asking if you like his sister better than him and pretending his heart doesn’t skip a beat when he sees you braiding airi’s hair, but the question alone just shows that he appreciates that you’re getting along with his family (and that he might be a little jealous lol).

박정우 、PARK JEONGWOO !

when you compliment him

mr. i can’t take a compliment but i will hype literally everyone i care about. ah, our lovely boy. our jeongwoo’s always been a little shy - no matter how loud he is, he’s still a true introvert and this might be why he finds it hard to take compliments easily. it breaks my heart when he says things that imply that he’s not handsome or that the other members are more handsome than he is because he’s so beautiful on the inside and outside, so i think that his s/o should often remind him of this. he would definitely feel butterflies when you compliment anything about him, his voice, his look for the day, his skills, his personality, blushing and looking down with a smile because he doesn’t know where to look. ask him why he’s so handsome, ask him what made him look so pretty, ask him why he’s so talented and amazing that you can’t believe how lucky you are to have him - this boy will not know what to do with himself. jeongwoo is so so so precious, and i hope that he realizes how much we all love him because he deserves the world. fun fact: jeongwoo is the first member i noticed (besides having already known yedam from the skz survival show) because i thought he was so pretty and funny lol.

소정환 、SO JUNGHWAN !

support him through his academics

i think we’re all well aware that our poor baby is just working his butt off to survive high school and i want to commend him immensely for all the hard work he’s put in academically while balancing the idol life. i don’t think i could ever survive a lifestyle as fast-paced as the one this boy lives and i’m so extremely proud of him for it. that being said, something tells me that junghwan would just absolutely appreciate any help and support you would give him while he’s balancing practice and school work. whether it be quizzing him for the next big exam he has or helping him out with chores just so that he doesn’t have to worry about them, he will fall for you a little bit more than he already has. he might not outright ask you for help, but the way that you somehow pick up on what he needs without him saying anything has him feeling a little more butterflies in his stomach just because of the way you know him so well without him even having to mention anything.

⌕. author’s note ; omg it’s been so long but i’m back (for now) and trying lol. struggled so f much with junkyu, yoshi, and asahi but we got there eventually! got a little carried away with woo’s but congratulations to him for graduating!! i’m so so so proud of our boy

⌕. taglist ; @wooahaes​ @koishua​ @acaiasahi​ @enhacolor @soobin-chois @nichobins @chrysbibi

[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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[junghwcns]

Always been you

☆ : pairing best friend!junghwan x gn!reader word count 1.2k    genre angst , best friends to lovers , non-idol au, fluff at the very end warnings not proofread , uses y/n, junghwan is kind of mean to reader in the beginning, tons of miscommunication/misunderstandings notes this is my first time writing angsty stuff like this so forgive me if it's not the best; req'd

“Hey Hwan, can we talk?” you say as you lightly grab your best friend of several year's wrist to stop him from going up the stairs to class. 

“Oh, so now you want to talk?” He coughs out coldly.

“What?” you try your best to control your expression but you can’t help the hurt that briefly flashes in your eyes.

“Are you sure you’re not too busy with your guitar lessons with Jeongwoo? I don’t know, you two seemed really close. Maybe you should go talk to him.” he chides, yanking his wrist out of your grasp. At first, confusion and hurt clouds your mind, making it impossible for you to think about what could’ve made him act like this and then you remember. 

“Junghwan… I-” you start to say but Junghwan cuts your explanation short, not wanting to hear about your lessons with Jeongwoo. It was painful enough for him to witness it but for you to tell him about it yourself, he thinks his heart would break in two.

“Forget it. I have to go to class and you should too.” he whispers low enough for you to barely hear him and then he’s gone up the stairs. In your 7 years of being best friends, he’s never acted so cold and distant towards you and now that he has, you never want it to happen again. His few words cut like ice, making you wonder if you did something wrong or if you would ever get a chance to explain yourself. 

As the number of weeks since your encounter increases, so does the number of days it’s been since Junghwan last spoke to you. Having been friends for so long, you’ve never gone more than 3 days without talking to him so these weeks have felt like a lifetime of torture. Little do you know, it’s been torture for Junghwan as well. He had finally worked up the courage to tell you how he feels and then he sees you laughing and cuddling up to Jeongwoo? Everyone had convinced him that you liked him back and didn’t just view him as a friend but suddenly, all those words of encouragement turned into lies. How could you view him as more than just a friend if you liked Jeongwoo? He knew he had to get over you and the only way for him to do that was to avoid you at all costs. If he saw your beaming smile or heard the laugh that was music to his ears, he wouldn’t be able to let you go. So he tried his best but all he ended up doing was hurting you and himself in the end. 

my y/niee~ ❤️‍🩹 can we talk? Read 5:56 pm please? Read 5:56 pm just meet me at our spot on the playground where we first met Read 5:57 pm

hwaniee~ 💟🐶 ok.  Read 5:58 pm

When Junghwan sees you, his heart sinks. You have the hood of (his) sweatshirt that you’re wearing pulled over your head to hide your face but he can still see the redness of your cheeks and how your eyes are puffy from crying. All he wants to do is pull you into a hug and apologize but he can’t because if he does, he’ll fall right back into the routine of loving you. 

Feeling someone approach you, you look up from your seat on the floor of the playground where you and Junghwan first met all those years ago. 

“Junghwan?” you ask into the darkness, only seeing a figure that shares a familiar outline with your best friend. The figure steps into the light from the streetlamps surrounding the playground, revealing themself to be your best friend who is also in the same disheveled state as you. 

“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t worry.” His voice cracks a little as it tries to hold back all of the different emotions he feels. You gesture for him and he walks over to take a seat next to you. Once he sits down, both of you start to speak at the same time. 

“You go first.” He says, motioning for you to continue what you were about to say.

“No, it’s okay. You can go first.” You whisper awkwardly before you squeak out a small laugh.

“What? Why are you laughing?” He questions but still starts to laugh along with you.

“It's nothing... We’ve just never been this awkward before. It’s kind of funny.” You say as you burst into a full on laugh that’s immediately followed by the sound of Junghwan’s. Once the laughter dies down, you know you have to explain yourself before the tears start to fall again.

“Junghwan… I-”

He cuts you off again, but this time, there’s no anger behind it, only remorse. “No, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“But I do!” You exclaim, turning away from him to hide your face. “I can’t let you think something that’s not true! When you saw me and Jeongwoo together, he was teaching me the guitar. That part’s true, but it wasn’t because I wanted to get closer to him. We were together because I asked him to help me learn a song on the guitar, a song that was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday. Jeongwoo is only a friend who was helping another friend in need.” You turn back to look at him and see his eyes, full of regret. “The idea that you think I like someone else is tearing me up inside because you’re the one I like, Junghwan. It’s always been you.” You cry out, face full of tears. 

“Oh, Y/n. I am so sorry for making you upset. I saw you two laughing together and the thought that maybe you didn’t like me filled my mind.” He sighs and runs his hands through his long, brown hair. “I had finally worked up the courage to tell you how I felt after like 7 years and then I saw you with Jeongwoo and my whole world came crashing down. I avoided you because I knew that in order for me to be happy, I would have to let you go.  I am so sorry, Y/N… for everything. For making you cry and for making you think anything other than the truth, which is that I really, really like you. It’s always been you. From day one until now. I’ve never stopped.” he says, wrapping you in a hug. “Are you cold?” he asks, pulling away slightly to look at your face.

Through chattering teeth, you admit, “Just a little bit.” Junghwan laughs but still takes off his coat and places it on your shoulders to protect you from the cold. He offers you a hand to help you up from the floor and never lets go. Not on your walk home, not once you both entered your house and sat on the couch, and not for the rest of the night. You were finally together and he had absolutely no plans to leave.

[hwanable]

thinking about jihoon + degrading + overstimulation.....

MINORS DNI 🔞 ONLY

TW: degration, overstimulation, choking, hair pulling

okay..EVERYONE knows Jihoon can be a menace so him being into this doesn't surprise me one bit sjdjdj

He would have you on your knees, his hand holding your chin up. He would be fully clothed while you have nothing on, other than the vibrator he put inside you maybe a good hour ago. You would already be spent. You could barely keep yourself up right, your juices already pooling on the floor. But does Jihoon care? no he doesn't. He actually enjoys seeing you half lided trying your hardest to keep eye contact with him.

I can just imagine him looking down at you with his signature evil grin..and damn has it never looked more attractive.

He can't help but just want to spit in your mouth and call you his little fuck toy🥹 He would make you choke on his dick while calling you a whore🤭 then proceed to pound you doggystyle into oblivion. Choking you and pulling your hair is a MUST do obviously. Calling you his personal cum dump while he cums in your pussy..I can't..

[asahicore]

falling asleep with treasure !!

pairing. bf!treasure x reader genre. established relationship, fluff <//3 and crack (??) word count. 1.7k author's note. this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for so long omg.. thank u to that one anon for remembering it existed and sending me an ask about it lmao! i had gotten this idea randomly thinking about clingy junkyu and then boom... this mess of a reaction slash headcanon slash idk thing came to life. hope u enjoy! it was also an excuse to use those photos of doyoung cz hes so cutie pie in them

fall asleep cuddling, drift apart while sleeping, wake up, notice you’re not cuddling, start cuddling again, and repeat - hyunsuk

hyunsuk gives off healthy mature long-term relationship vibes to me okay. i feel like a lot of couples that have been together for a while end up not cuddling while sleeping but rather get into their own comfortable sleeping positions, and then throughout the night, even though you’re so sleepy you’re barely conscious, when you realize that you’re not cuddling, you scooch back into each other’s arms. he always hits snooze on the alarm at least once in the morning just to get ten extra minutes of being with you before having to get up.

you both wake up stinky and sweaty every single time - jihoon

and it's because the two of you fall asleep in your cuddling position (usually you as the little spoon or resting your head on his chest, but you force him to let you spoon him sometimes), and then you don't. move. not an inch. if it gets too hot, one of you throws the blankets away, or gets rid of their pajama pants, or regains enough consciousness during the night to turn the fan on, but under no circumstances will you break away from your cuddling position - unless it is to get into another cuddling position, of course. it's quite nice, but it means that morning showers are obligatory, because you both smell atrocious after a night of being stuck to each other like glue on paper.

you’re not his partner, you’re his personal pillow - yoshi

you know those anime body pillows? yup. that's what you become when yoshi wants to cuddle. he gives me major cuddler vibes, so you’ll have tried every position in the book, but his favorite is definitely the one where he gets to use to your chest as a pillow and you graze your fingernails against his scalp. he’s got a leg hiked up over your hips and has his arms circling your waist and holding you tight. you can’t move. nothing will have him falling asleep as fast as that. your voice is like a lullaby to him, so he especially likes it if you talk to him in a low voice while he drifts off to sleep. he’s so happy he could fall asleep with a smile on his face. he’s so cute i’m going to off myself

you can’t escape the death hold he has on you - junkyu

a big portion of your time hanging out with junkyu is spent napping. something that surprises you every time is how even though he isn’t the touchiest of boyfriends, if you fall asleep cuddling, you literally cannot move unless you wake him up and make him let you go. forget going to the toilet when you wake up in the morning or getting a snack during your afternoon nap: if junkyu has you in his grip, you cannot escape. he doesn’t even seem to notice: he just wakes up with an innocent smile on his face, saying “oh, you’re awake, y/n?” even though you’ve been trying to discreetly untangle yourself from him for the past thirty minutes. 

*cutely drools on you* - jaehyuk

now i could NOT tell you why but jaehyuk gives me like… snorer and drooler vibes 😭 but like in a cute way okay… once he falls asleep he’s just out like a light, he can’t help it. he’s like those cartoon characters that sleep with their mouths wide open and there’s a bit of saliva at the corner of their lips. and they’re very light snores that are fun to record and embarrass him with. if you didn’t love him so much, it might give you the ick. but anyways, in terms of cuddling i see him as a mix of everyone above in a way; he loves both holding you close to him and being in your arms, he loves both rubbing your back or you playing with his hair, he loves falling asleep while cuddling but he’s also happy if you need more space and just have, like, your feet or hands touching. as long as you’re next to him he knows he’ll sleep well <3

wakes up every time you so much as move a finger - asahi

any asahi lore expert such as myself will know that asahi is a very light sleeper. i think for him cuddling is more of an activity than a way of falling asleep if that makes sense? like he’ll do it when you’re watching something, or when you’re talking and want to be physically close at the same time, but he just can’t fall asleep while cuddling. he also sweats easily, so the added warmth would just make it not fun for him 😭he’d do it for you if you really wanted it, but he’d rather just hold hands while sleeping or something like that. you’d also feel sorry for him with how often he woke up during the night, even if it was just for a few seconds, everytime you moved around too noisily or snored. he also always wakes up before you, and you’d need to have a conversation with him about how you’d rather wake up with him next to you rather than wake up without him, only to find him in the kitchen making breakfast for you :( he just wants to do something nice for him, but you’d rather be able to kiss him first thing in the morning!!!! sorry my bias is showing a bit

watches you while you sleep for so long it becomes creepy - doyoung

oh this boy 😭 if he falls asleep after you or wakes up before you, you just know he's going to be propping himself up on his elbow, gazing down at you with soft eyes and a fond smile because you're just the prettiest person in the world to him, and there's nothing else he'd rather be looking at. and he isn’t rattled in the slightest if you catch him doing it, too. he'll just smile wider and say "hey, baby" or "sleep well?", that fucker. it's lowkey creepy, but it's doyoung, so it's okay. it’s a bit jarring at first, locking eyes with someone right when you wake up, but you get used to it. i see him as similar to jaehyuk in the sense that he’s happy to fall asleep, cuddling or not cuddling, in whatever way you prefer. he’d probably like to fall asleep facing you so that he could see your face right as he woke up (in a lovely, enamored way, not in a creepy way!) 👍

keeps you from falling asleep but grumpy when you try to wake him up - jeongwoo

jeongwoo seriously gives me tired all day until it's time to go to bed vibes, like he'll usually be chill with bursts of energy here and there but in the evening he's like a cat with the zoomies. it's like 11pm and you're just trying to fall asleep because you have class or work the next day but your boyfriend is bouncing all over the room and talking a hundred words a minute, keeping you awake way past your bedtime. it's kinda cute sometimes, but most of the time, you want to suffocate him with your pillow. usually, though, he'll calm down if he sees you're really tired, or if you force him to stay in your arms and start threading your hands through his hair or rub patterns against his back - that really calms him down. he becomes super quiet instantly and can even fall asleep like that. but dear lord, when that alarm rings the next morning, you do not want to talk to him for the following fifteen minutes. he is so grumpy and sleepy in the morning, i just know. it's impossible to get him out of bed and you've just learnt to get up yourself and wait for him to wake up - although it's better to check that he hasn't fallen back asleep (which he usually has). he just keeps groaning for five more minutes and buries his head in his pillow to block the light out, but if you press a kiss to his cheek or forehead, that usually gets him to open his eyes and start smiling, then ask for a proper good morning kiss on the lips. this kid is annoying as hell, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

forgets his size and rests his whole body on you - haruto

haruto is like those big dogs that have no idea they're so big and wonder why they can't just lay on top of you. “it's because you're suffocating me, ruto! you're too heavy to rest your whole weight on me.” when you'd told him that, he pouted so hard and had seemed so genuinely upset that you apologized, took him back in your arms and simply neglected your need to breathe for a little longer. he is also one hundred percent that guy who will deny wanting cuddles or any sort of skinship, but if you don’t give it to him, he will be mad at you. if you do give it to him, he’ll pretend he doesn’t like it. you just have to be a mind reader, i guess. all this to say that even if he doesn’t tell you outright, haruto definitely wants to cuddle to sleep. sure, you can fall asleep in his arms if you really want (he loves it), but he’d rather fall asleep on you like yoshi does, even though he’s way too heavy for that.

you fight every time you have to decide who gets to be the little spoon - junghwan

my son.. do you guys know that “thank you myson!” jimin meme… anyways… junghwan might have buffed up over the years but do not get him wrong, that man is a little spoon until the day he dies. if you are also the little spoon, you will have to fight. simple as that. you can decide if it’ll be a tickle fight, an argument where you try to prove why you defend to be the little spoon more, or an actual fist fight (you might lose though), you’ll have to settle it one way or another. no matter how much both of you try to deny it, you love it either way anyway. as much as you love the feeling of his arms around you, there’s something about holding such a big man in your arms like he’s half the size that he is. 

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[mchsm07]

how about what petnames treasure would use during and outside of sex👀 I think doyoung is definitely a “princess” for sure for both cases but I can’t rlly figure out the other members (if you could just do the pg version for the babies it’ll be rlly nice too!)

What petnames the Treasure members would use

ʜʏᴜɴꜱᴜᴋ:

Propably calls you angel, babe and babygirl. If he in his daddy vibe he uses the name doll most of the time.

ᴊɪʜᴏᴏɴ:

During sex or not you are officially his slut and yes he declares it. Also uses bitch, brat, doll and whore, sometimes with the dirty prefix like dirty slut. In his gentler mood like to say baby and darling.

ʏᴏꜱʜɪ:

You are his angel. Uses baby and babygirl too. But his favorite is the kitten with the little one, maybe little slut.

ᴊᴜɴᴋʏᴜ:

He gives you sweet and cutie name like bunny and honey.

ᴊᴀᴇʜʏᴜᴋ:

He likes give various nickname from sweet to rough like babygirl, kitty and yes slut or little whore.

ᴀꜱᴀʜɪ:

The most romantic members with romantic petnames like love, honey. He likes to add that you are his as my little star, my sunshine.

ᴅᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ:

The princess his trademark. Also likes to use baby. He likes to praise you in bed as good girl, my precious slut.

ʜᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ:

He is the tipically who uses babe and baby the most. In some situations prefers doll, brat and like these.

ᴊᴇᴏɴɢᴡᴏᴏ:

Softie boy with softie names like lovely, kitty and bunny. Maybe he would also teasing you with cupcake, sweetpea.

ᴊᴜɴɢʜᴡᴀɴ:

Even though he is the youngest, i can definitely say that he would use the word baby. Also he has got hard dom vibes (let's not deny it) so definitely would use that petnames like Jihoon as bitch, slut.

[kyuala]

7 minutes in heaven with treasure

these are all assuming ur comfortable w it of course! a tiny bit suggestive in yedam's part but that's it. enjoy!

hyunsuk

no 'cause he was sure your name wasn't gonna come out and when it does he just stands there like 😬 bc he knows what's coming

takes the loooooongest time to walk into the damn closet 'cause he just can't believe this is happening and he's sure ur gonna back out any second now

so so so nervous once inside omg homeboy definitely fits the "scratching the back of his neck" cliche it's so cute

tries to change the subject constantly to create a distraction like oh this random old box sitting on a shelf is suddenly so interesting i wonder whats in there what do u think its in there and its like hyunsuk do u even know the purpose of this game

wont make a move and will not BELIEVE u when u do either. hes just staring at you mouth hanging open eyes the size of saucers when u start getting close to him but his hands instinctively go to ur waist hehe

keeps giggling into the kiss and going "sorry im so nervous" nooooooo

won't stop cheesing when he walks out even through all the teasing but just one look at the boys will get them acting straight <3

jihoon

his friends are teasing him but he's teasing YOU

literally has that dumbass smirk on his face the ENTIRE time from the moment your name is called out up until you are both inside that closet

no roundabouts he wants to jump straight into it LMAO

like he's Calm but he's still teasing you in a way that u know what he wants but also he lets u know yall dont have to do anything ur not comfortable with u know

which is code for I Am Here If You Want Me Too. like he's so insufferable he will not put his money where his mouth is and just make a fucking move, no he wants you to come to him 🙄

if u give him the satisfaction he'll be the smuggest mf on this planet. but also he'll match his pace to yours like u want some soft kissing and his fingers lightly caressing your hips? he's got that. you want his mouth to devour yours while his hand is all tangled up in your hair? he's definitely got that too

im feeling faint this is sickening

i will say this a lot throughout this post but he's the king of walking out w your hand in his feeling like a million bucks biggest smirk you have ever seen on his fucking face like he invented that

yoshi

soooo so so shy like he wont look u in the eyes from the moment it's decided you'll both go into the closet u will not catch sight of his eyeballs

probably stands outside until you have to INVITE him in. he's like a vampire

VERY awkward only speaks when you ask him a question or make a passing comment abt something. then he starts relaxing a little and even joking around a bit to calm down

if you make a move on him i mean he will not complain but if it's up to him he'll only kiss you when there's like 40 seconds left for you guys to go back into the living room 😭 then when jihoon bangs on the door he's like "wait already??" all clueless n shit 🤕

wont immediately sit down by your side when y'all walk out bc he doesnt want to seem clingy or scare you but u can surely feel him gravitating towards u for the rest of the night

literally most likely to text u after the night's over to let u know he enjoyed it a lot then locks his phone and throws it on his bed kicking his feet giggling etc etc

junkyu

when both of y'all names get called out he's just frozen in place with that one surprised smile on his face like 😃

tries to convince both of your friends that maybe he doesn't need to go through with this at all or there must've been a mistake when picking the names

has to be shoved into the closet with you and you'd think he doesn't want this but he just wants it too much and is freaking out about it (you can hear jihoon's "THANK ME LATER" through the door)

probably goes straight into apology mode for his friends' behavior bc he just assumes you don't want to be there and when ur like no seriously it's cool being stuck in a closet with you isn't so bad wink wink he's like Oh ?

that's when his whole demeanor changes like you can actually see the gears turning in his head and he starts powering through his stuttering words to shyly flirt with you and it's the cutest thing in the whole world 😫

feel like making a move is 50/50 for junkyu. he waits for you to do it first but if you don't he will and thats a threat

his kisses are so soft and his hands never leave your waist or your cheek. probably doesn't want to go past that tho like he'll barely be able to breathe if ur hands start going down his body please dont do this to him rn 🤕

will not hear the end of thissss from his friends but his blushy cheeks n the smile that doesnt leave his face for the rest of the night tell u that maybe he doesn't want to

mashiho

super calm when he finds out it's going to be you but on the inside he's like FUCK YEAAAAAAA

a true Gentleman, opens the door for you and gestures for you to go inside first with a soft smile

honestlyyyy if mashi is already comfortable w you, he's going all in in no time 😶 like he'll really be talking about the coat hangers while simultaneously backing you up against the wall like it's nothing

if y'all are not that comfortable w each other yet he'll still be giving you The Eyes and The Smile and you'll know. You Will Know

type to sigh into the kiss, to smile against your lips, to squeeze your hips (or ass if you let him 😶‍🌫️) real tight, to get you out of breath, to wait for you to catch it while caressing your skin under your shirt and looking intently at your lips...... this man has got it ALL he makes me crazy in da head

also the type to be like wanna get out of this uncomfortable ass closet? and ur like ? we still got like 2 minutes tho and he's like idk about you but i plan on kissing you the whole night so we got a little bit longer than that, actually

so satisfied with himself when y'all walk out he can't even hear all the teasing it's like the comments bounce off of his puffed chest right onto the floor 'cause all that matters is you pressed up against his side

yea good luck surviving him 🥰

jaehyuk

probably pulls your name himself lmao this game is rigged and he doesnt even care to hide it

big hand on ur back kinda guy, guides you to the closet letting everybody know ur business and what's about to go down

probably doesn't go straight to the point, keeps his hands on your sides, fingers going in circular motions on ur skin, just talking to you to make sure you're comfortable with this. and teasing you a little bit too this is jaehyuk we're talking about

as soon as he gets the okay tho? boy is making MOVES

like seriously bro he will not let a single second of those seven minutes go to waste when making out with you in there, he'll devour you if you let him

type to bite ur lips and smile against your mouth but you did NOT hear it from me

walks out proudly with your hand in his and responds to every teasing comment with "yes and...?" like he's sure you'll get ur turn sometime jeongwoo u can sit down now

asahi

tell me why this is the most he's ever hated his friends

i feel like the ONLY reason he'd ever willingly go into that goddamn closet is so you don't get the wrong message and think he's not into you and get upset. 'cause we all know you cannot get hamada asahi to do something he doesn't want to

probably not as awkward as you'd think he'd be once inside. if the air's stuffy and you feel stiff then that's on you he's chilling

there is a certain tension in the air bc of the nature of your....situation but he will let you know it's cool to just hang out in silence for 7 minutes in a random dark closet if that's what you want

absolutely will not make a move on you but if you wanna try something he is opennnn

doesn't get past a couple kisses tho, he's not about to get freaky in the aforementioned random dark closet

tries his best to keep his mind blank when y'all finally have to walk out of there and face your friends and fails SPECTACULARLY you can see the blush in his cheeks and ears spreading all the way down to his neck and chest and it's super cute

yedam

God answers prayers and they're all yedam's

tries so hard to make it seem like he's chill but gestures for you to walk inside first just to then immediately do the same thing and bump into you bc his brain is malfunctioning

i feel like this is baseline for yedam but.... panicked AND confident? thats his brand.

has a certain nervousness about him but is able to put that down in like a minute or two, tops

will make a move LMFAO are we not being real here. but will make it seem 100% seamless and smooth with how he gets you talking and laughing and more relaxed before sneakily placing a hand on your waist and then ur like Oh .

i don't think he'd go in with the intention of taking this too much further like he's VERY okay with just some heated making out but if hands were to inevitably slip past hemlines.......... WHO is he to say no to you honestly

noooooo 'cause i have this very clear image of him walking out with either ur hand in his or his hands on ur hips and he's got this smug smile on his face but he's not an idiot about it and he feels on top of the world like that is so yedam.

doyoung

so surprised when ur name gets called out i can just imagine him going "oh my god??" out loud like in that one iconic fancall

all shy smiles and gentlemanliness like really the type to open the door to this dank ass cubicle and be like "after you (=^ω^=)"

kind of shy but not in a way that he clams up?

his main concern is making sure you feel respected and comfortable so his thoughts are all about it but also how does he convey to you that he's dts (down to smooch)

i also dont think he'd make a move like. at all. out of respect for you

even if he does keep complimenting you and making conversation to ease the tension

if u guys do end up kissing everything is so so soft w him like he truly TRULY is the type to break a kiss to giggle and u can still feel his lips so so close to yours and it tickles and that just makes u guys giggle even more i cant do this

tell me why i have this v clear image of him walking out of the closet first to protect u from the onslaught of teasing (hand holding optional) and while he takes it all with a coy smile on his face he just pumps his fist into the air in victory after like 5 seconds

haruto

no cause he'd be SO BASHFUL

literally doesnt look you in the eye and when u ask him if he wants to go in first or if u should his mouth does a keyboard smash irl cause his brain just cant comprehend

when ur like ok! i'll do it 😊 he thinks he falls in love. ruto sensitive guy agenda is alive and well

once inside i feel like it wouldn't be awkward but he'd just be quiet. kind of afraid of messing up (what he believes to be) his one shot with you u know? 😕

won't make a move 'cause he's too paralyzed by the way you look under the dim light like he seriously can't think this isnt a joke

probably keeps his arms at his sides once you go and kiss him LMFAO and it's super cute 'cause he just doesnt know what to do but u can tell he's slowly getting more confident by how smoother his kisses become and how firmer his grip on ur hips gets

when he walks out he can feel his whole face burning but as the night goes on you keep noticing how he tries to stay close to you and how he keeps teasing and annoying you as he becomes more comfortable in ur presence

jeongwoo

was praying so hard for this you could probably look over at him and catch him mouthing and chanting your name when jaehyuk's trying to bring a little suspense to the game and taking forever to pull the names out

sighs in relief when he hears it's you but then freezes in place 'cause oh my god did they just see me do that

doesnt even do anything once inside the closet tho LMFAO like ruto is right outside the door ear pressed up against it to catch any goss and he's like r yall alive????

honestly the chances of jeongwoo actually making any sort of move are so low bc he thinks staring at you non-stop already means the ball's in your court

will be sooooooo happy when u pull him in for the kiss though like oh my god you can see it in his face. his kisses are probably a lil clumsy at the beginning but he's a fast learner he'll get the hang of this soon enough

either stays quiet at his friends' teasing or says something dumb to defend the both of you but it's endearing bc it's jeongwoo and he's blushing and stuttering over his words and he's jeongwoo

u can tell he keeps eyeing you for the restttt of the night and he only looks away when you catch him like half the time

junghwan

speechless but cant stop smiling

so respectful with the space he keeps from you while walking into the closet you'd think he's still social distancing

barely says a word aside from like "our friends are......" and then a Sigh but he's v v open to whatever you wanna talk about

so immersed in the chit chat he doesn't even think about the situation u guys are in until there's a silence and he Remembers

also won't make a move like he won't even hold your hand unless you reach out first

i feel like junghwan's heart can rly only handle 1 (One) shy kiss like the rest of the time will be spent holding hands and idly making conversation even though all he can think about is how he wants to kiss you again so bad

stays silent when u walk out of the closet even if there's teasing and he's barely able to look you in the eyes for the rest of the night

blushes whenever he speaks to you again

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[milkybonya]

crush ☆ doyoung

order 069, anon: large taro milk tea with strawberry popping boba for treasure Doyoung

! : suggestive (kissing), explicit language (swear words)

# : bad boy!doyoung (but he's really just tsundere) x gn reader, ft. best friend!Jaehyuk

[💌: since hello era... doyoung and junghwan be hitting differently like THESE BOYS ARE ALL GROWN MY BBYS :( also anon i hope u like this one i'm sorry its so late T_T and on Haruto day?? not me posting a Dobby fic on Haruto day hehe HAPPY RUTO DAY]

there's no bad boy that makes you as weak in the knees as Doyoung. you have the fattest crush on him but no one will ever know. not even him. well, no one except for your best friend, Jaehyuk.

you keep your eyes straight ahead as Doyoung loudly enters the classroom, slamming the door accidentally (?) behind him and loudly pulling out his chair in the back to sit down.

you watch Jaehyuk wriggle his eyebrows as you from two rows ahead. then, you steal a glance back at Doyoung. he's leaning back in his head, facing the ceiling, revealing his attractive neck--

okay, seriously. you've gotta stop. how can a neck be attractive? well, his can.

you gulp as you face the front, trying to focus on the lesson. but... the teacher doesn't show up. so, as always, the kids start causing a ruckus. Doyoung keeps his head down in the back and you sigh as you sift through your homework, trying to find something non-violent to do.

just as Jaehyuk approaches you to have a conversation, he gets pushed aside by one of your class's rude idiots. he falls to the ground.

"y/n, is that the homework? can i borrow it?" they ask, leaning way too close.

"fuck off," you mutter, annoyed.

"huh? did you say something?" they ask, leaning even closer.

you sigh, trying to decide if you should fight back or just give them your homework--when you hear the legs of a chair scraping against the floor from behind you.

"just piss off! leave them alone," Doyoung yells at the rude idiot. "if you care about homework that bad, why don't you actually do it, hm?"

"yeah, he's right," Jaehyuk pipes up, finally getting up from the floor.

"and what if i don't leave them alone?" they challenge Doyoung, who makes some kind of quiet snarling sound before he bounds over to you.

"fuck. off," he says, shoving the person with each word.

they fall backwards onto a desk and Jaehyuk cheers.

your heart is racing, both because of the adrenaline the situation is making you feel, and because Doyoung is so... damn attractive while he's shutting these idiots down. his jaw is clenched and the outline of it is sharp. his lips glisten under the ceiling lights from when he licked them moments ago, trying to hold back his anger.

Doyoung turns to you, his ears red and his hands in his pockets. his dress shirt uniform is unbuttoned, revealing a black shirt underneath.

he doesn't say anything, just scans your face with slightly furrowed brows before walking to his spot in the back. once he's gone, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. then, you race to Jaehyuk, making sure he's okay.

"i'm fine! are you, though? your knight in shining armour totally just saved you--" Jaehyuk starts, wiggling his eyebrows.

"shut up!" you whine, slapping his arm.

you can't help but smile, though. as you look back to glance at Doyoung, you watch his head immediately jerk away from you.. as if his eyes had been on you before you looked at him.

you shrug it off as the teacher finally walks in.

-

Doyoung watches you for the entire lesson. he's never paid much attention to you until today, when those idiots were harassing you. usually, he doesn't get involved in class drama. but for some reason, he got so angry this time. he wonders why. he needs to know why.

the whole day you feel someone's eyes on you. every time you turn around, you see nothing. there's always so many students everywhere, so you don't pay it much mind. that is, until you notice something.

Doyoung is always there, in your line of vision, when you turn around to see if someone is watching you... but it's probably just a coincidence. it isn't until he joins you and Jaehyuk at the cafeteria to eat that you think maybe it wasn't a coincidence.

you're both stuffing your faces with food when he smoothly slides his tray in next to yours, sitting down and poking at his food.

"can we help you?" Jaehyuk asks, seeing how you're too stunned to speak.

"no. keep eating," Doyoung says somewhat coldly.

he watches you from the corners of his eyes.

"well, anyways, i think it's so dumb that we all have to do an outdoor activity this weekend and write a story about it. that's what little kids get assigned to do!" Jaehyuk complains, ignoring Doyoung.

"whyyy? i think it sounds so fun and cute! we could go on a picnic and both write about it--"

"i'm coming, too," Doyoung blurts out. he's shocked by his own words.

"why would you come?" Jaehyuk questions, maintaining (or trying to) a friendly tone.

"because... i don't know what else to do for the project either," Doyoung grumbles.

you stare at his lips, stained with the strawbery milk he just took a sip of.

"stop drooling, y/n," Jaehyuk says.

"shut up!" you screech, slapping your friend.

Doyoung chuckles and catches himself in the act. why was he so amused by you? he's never cared about a single living soul at this school before.

-

all three of you show up to the park with hands full of goodies... except, Doyoung's 'goodies' are just his skateboard... that's it.

Jaehyuk shakes his head, sighing as he lays down the blanket and one side of it folds in because of the wind. you're too busy staring at Doyoung as he sets his skateboard down to notice your own friend struggling.

"hello? a little help here?" Jaehyuk whines, but you still can't hear him.

the wind blowing through Doyoung's hair and rustling his clothes makes him look incredibly attractive. your knees feel weak and you decide to help Jaehyuk to distract yourself.

before you know it, you're being stopped by Doyoung himself.

"no, let me," he says in a deep voice, taking over and helping Jaehyuk with the blanket.

eventually, everything is set up and the three of you are sat surrounded by snacks and your notebooks.

"well.. we can't just write that all we did was sit here and eat. what should we do?" Jaehyuk points out.

"how about a game?" you ask excitedly.

you peek at Doyoung to see his reaction, but he's staring off into space. you pout and Jaehyuk notices.

"hey, Doyoung! what do you think?" Jaehyuk asks.

"yeah, sure. if y/n wants to, let's do it."

you feel butterflies within you as you grin as Doyoung.

"how about truth or dare?! Jaehyuk first! truth or dare?" you say.

"truth!"

"boring," you and Doyoung say at the same time. you both look at each other and you watch the boy's lips curve slightly upwards.

"i pick truth. now ask me something."

"have you ever liked y/n?" Doyoung asks, lazily.

your heart races at the question, even though you already know the answer.

"i did before, actually. i confessed but.. it didn't work out.

"how long ago was that?" Doyoung asks, brows furrowed.

"Doyoung, your turn! it's one question only," you say.

he presses his lips together before choosing 'dare'.

"i dare you to eat all those strawberries in one minute," Jaehyuk says.

you slap his arm, telling him that's too much, but Doyoung goes for it. you watch as his cheeks fill with the red berries, his face puffy as he chews. he starts laughing when you both laugh at how funny he looks, and he isn't able to eat them all because he laughs so hard he has to spit everything out!

"y/n, your turn," Doyoung says softly.

"mmm.. okay what will my truth be and what will my dare be?" you ask.

"dare is you kiss Doyoung and truth is do you like Doyoung," Jaehyuk asks.

your jaw drops and Doyoung smirks, amused.

"you--"

"pick!" Jaehyuk urges.

you sigh and choose dare, thinking that'll be the safer option.

Doyoung's face is slightly red as you turn to him.

"kiss! kiss! kiss!" Jaehyuk chants like a kid.

"shut up!" you say before turning to Doyoung, gently cupping and squeezing his cheeks so his lips are puffy, and pressing your own lips to his.

the kiss is soft, his lips are plump and his mouth tastes like strawberries. as if instictually, Doyoung's arm wraps around your waist, but Jaehyuk's giggles make you pull away.

"well, won't i have quite the situation to write about!"

"shut up, Jae," you say, nervously.

you still feel butterflies and you can feel Doyoung looking at you. every time you look at him, he looks away.

a few moments later, Jaehyuk gets up in search of a washroom. you and Doyoung are left on your own.

"i'm sorry if you didn't want to do that kiss--" you start.

"no. i wanted to," Doyoung replies sweetly.

"oh?"

"did you want to?"

"yes," you reply.

"do you want to do it again?" he asks while leaning back his weight rested on his arms.

"y-yeah."

and that's how Doyoung kisses you so hard that you fall onto the picnic blanket, Doyoung's arm also catching you as you fall. you place a hand to his chest to keep yourself grounded as butterflies rage inside you, but feeling his heartbeat makes you melt even more.

"hey, i leave for one second and come back to this?!" Jaehyuk says in disgust.

quickly, the two of you pull away.

Doyoung's face is red and he clears his throat.

"well... to avoid this from getting awkward, i say we end the picnic here," Jaehyuk announces.

after cleaning up everything, Doyoung pulls you aside to ask if you want to hang out with just him some time.

"i like you, y/n. something about you just keeps drawing me to you," he says, caressing your cheek.

"i-i-yes.. let's meet! this weekend! wait, it is the weekend... maybe some time this week after school?"

Doyoung laughs, a rare sight. "sure. let's meet after school."

you and Jaehyuk walk home together and the whole time he's teasing you, but you couldn't be happier.

[chrysbibi]

Pairing: Park Jihoon x fem!Reader

Genre: Non!Idol AU, friends to fwb(??), smut, fluff

Summary: Park Jihoon is notorious for his gift-giving and this Christmas you are unlucky enough to have him as your Secret Santa! What you don't expect is that he has something more in store for you than just presents!

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, kissing without asking for consent, fingering, dirty talking

A/N: This was supposed to be posted on Christmas day, but better late than never! Happy New Year!

"Hey?"

This is wrong on so many levels!

You stare at Jihoon's perplexed expression as he holds the door to his apartment open. He is standing right in front of the doorway, blocking your way in, but you are not really there to hang out.

"H-Hey…" you fail to hide your nervousness as you stutter, but you quickly clear your throat and straighten your head, "Is Junkyu here?" you ask, eyes glancing behind Jihoon's figure and inside the apartment as if trying to find the brunette yourself.

You know Junkyu is not in their apartment. You asked his whereabouts with an innocent-looking text to be sure he was out before you made your way to their flat. It never hurt anybody to double check though!

Jihoon's furrowed eyebrows relax a bit, "Eh, no. You actually just missed him." realizing your unannounced visit was meant for his flatmate, he loosens up and leans against the door; the confused look on his face completely gone, "Are you here to see him?"

This is it!

You brace yourself for what you are about to do; taking a deep breath before meeting Jihoon's mischievous eyes.

"No." you reply and Jihoon raises one eyebrow, "I am here to see you."

Before he can do or say anything, you raise yourself on your tiptoes and grab his face with both hands, crashing your lips on his.

You firmly press your lips against his for a few seconds before you pull away. Jihoon is looking at you wide eyed, his lips parting as he tries to collect his thoughts on what just happened.

Your hands release his cheeks, fingers slightly brushing his jaw in the process before they fall back to your sides. You stare at him blankly and readjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

You seriously want to cry!

He is staring at you with that stupid moonstruck expression on his face and you can't look at him after what you just did. Which you did for the stupidest reason ever! You want to take the kiss back so bad. So fucking bad, but you can't! You can't!

So, you just turn your back on him and start walking -almost jogging- toward the stairs.

Jihoon's eyes become even wider upon seeing your actions, "Wait!" he shouts after you but you are already running down the stairs, not even thinking of trying the elevator in case you have to wait for it and then have to face the consequences of the kiss!

You reach the ground floor in record time and bang the central door behind you as you exit the building. You continue running, till you are a few blocks away and then lean against a wall to catch your breath.

You haven't run so fast before in your lifetime!

As your lungs oxugenate and your brain starts functioning again all you can think about is what have you done?!

"Y/n!" Junkyu's gummy smile is what greets you when he opens the door to his and Jihoon's flat.

You wrap yours arms around him and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, "Nice to see you too!" you smile at him as you step back to look at him properly.

Oh, you are so glad it was him who opened the door!

"Is Yoshi already here?"

Junkyu smiles at you as he lets you come in the apartment, "You are the last one again!"

"Yoshi is always super early!" you defend yourself as you remove your coat and shoes and arrange them on and under the coat rack, "And it's your apartment! There is nobody else to come!"

"So many excuses." Junkyu teases and you playfully shoot him a dirty look as you finally settle your things.

Junkyu's eyes spark as they fall on the two bags beside you on the floor and he tries to take a peak inside of them. You catch him looking and you grab the bags, bringing them to your chest, "No cheating!"

Junkyu huffs, puffing his cheeks and that only makes you laugh, "Has anyone told you you look more like a puffer fish than a koala?"

"Hey!" he pouts, his cheeks never failing to stay chubby.

You chuckle and give him the smaller bag, "I made cookies!"

His eyes go round and his mouth forms an O as he opens the bag and stares at the transparent box of ginger cookies. He looks at you excited before looking back at the cookies and you laugh at his enthusiasm.

"Let's put them in the kitchen!" he declares as he raises the bag over his head, like he wants to showcase the importance of the backage.

You follow behind him, but as soon as you step into the kitchen your smile drops.

Jihoon has his back turned to you as he prepares the beef for bulgogi, but as Junkyu bounces in with the cookies, shouting "Y/n is here and she brought cookies!", Jihoon turns to look at you.

You lock eyes for a second, which feels like an aeon, before you avert your gaze to look at the floor. When you look back up, Jihoon has already turned his attention to the food.

"Then dessert is covered!" Jihoon smirks, still having his back turned to you and you find yourself lightly scowling.

Junkyu gets your cookies out of their box and places them into a plate, looking overly pleased with himself. He turns to you and puts his hands on his waist, a smug smile on his face.

"Jihoon made dinner." he tells you and with the corner of your eye you see Jihoon nodding his head as his efforts are getting recognized, "And for once it is something that people can actually eat!"

Jihoon, who is in the middle of tasting the sweet potato noodles in the pot, chokes on a noodle and coughs violently, grabbing the kitchen counter for dear life. Junkyu laughs at him and you can't help but bite your bottom lip to prevent laughing and causing the wrath of Jihoon.

Once Jihoon recovers he sends you and Junkyu a dirty look, apparently having noticed you choking on your laughter. He places the beef and noodles on the counter and straightens his apron.

"Next time I will let you cook the food and see how that goes." Jihoon has his scary look on, but the mischief is still there in his eyes.

"No please!" you plea and Junkyu's goggles at Jihoon in horror.

"That's right!" Jihoon crosses his ams, playing the stern card, "Maybe you should appreciate what you have!" he says and you gulp when he briefly locks eyes with you.

Oh no, was that one aimed at you?!

You shut your mouth and try to clear your head from all the anxious thoughts that start clouding it. Even if it was a remark for you, it doesn't matter! What is done, is done. Just continue acting like everything is normal!

Jihoon gives Junkyu the pot with the beef, his behavior back to normal, "Make yourself useful and take this to the living room."

"Okay!" Junkyu complies without protesting and exits the kitchen as he gives you one last gummy smile.

You are dwelling on following after him because if you don't, you will be left alone with Jihoon in the kitchen. And in no way you would like to be alone with Jihoon anywhere right now!

Not after what you did...

But, you hesitate enough that when you make up your mind on going after him, it is too late and your brain convinces you that if you leave now, you will only appear awkward. Well, more awkward than now!

Jihoon however prepares quietly the noodles, kimchi and the bulgogi ingredients with his back again turned to you. You watch as he acts like you are not even there and take a step back, closer to the door. Maybe he won't notice if you leave quietly!

However, Jihoon turns to face you at that exact moment and you stop on your tracks abruptly, making your intentions rather obvious. He chooses to ignore it, asking you a question instead, "Can you take the noodles to the living room?"

His tone is softer than the one he used with Junkyu and you feel your heart flutter inside your chest. You resist the urge to place a hand over it and slowly nod, walking to him to get the pot.

You find yourself standing really close to him, shoulders almost touching as you get the sweet potato noodles' pot. The handles are really hot and you hiss under your breath. But, with the small distance between you and Jihoon, he picks up the sound and looks at you.

You don't notice he has turned his attention to you till his larger hands cover yours and you snap your head upwards to stare at him wide eyed. Jihoon meets your gaze, hands staying over yours on the handles as he stares back at you intensely.

"I-"

Jihoon hands gently remove yours before you can continue talking and place a potholder over the loop handles, so you can grab the pot without burning yourself.

"Thank you." your voice comes out quiet again, but you can't bring yourself to speak louder when your face is centimeters away from Jihoon's and he has a look in his eyes that you have never seen before in all your three years of friendship.

His eyelids move downwards and you realize he is now looking at your lips. You both stay still for a second before he starts leaning closer to you, his eyes never leaving your lips.

And that's the moment you panic! The alarm goes off in your head and you stumble backwards as he keeps leaning forward, his lips parting, going for a kiss.

"Ehh! Uhh…I-" you stagger backwards along with the pot, "I am going to the living room! Before it get's cold!"

You practically run out of the room with the noodles in your hands, your brain trying to make the sting in your heart disappear after you saw the disappointment in Jihoon's eyes.

"The noodles have arrived!" you yell as you enter with full force into the living room, where Junkyu and Yoshi are sitting.

You mimic the iconic scene from 'The Lion King', raising the pot of noodles over your head for your crowd -Yoshi and Junkyu- to admire. Junkyu and Yoshi are kind enough to grin and clap at your antics as you try to erase what just almost happened in the kitchen.

You set the pot of noodles on the coffee table next to the beef and a lot of bottles of soju. Jihoon should be bringing the rest of the food any time now and then your Christmas dinner would be complete!

You shake your head in an attempt to stop thinking about Jihoon in any way or form and plop down on the couch between Yoshi and Junkyu. This makes your chances of Jihoon sitting next to you a round zero! And you couldn't be happier!

The living room is decorated with colorful Christmas lights and the small Christmas tree in the corner of the room is heavy with various ornaments. Even the plushies thrown on the floor to make room in the couch for you are wearing santa hats! You must admit that Junkyu and Jihoon tried extra hard this year to create an ideal Christmas atmosphere for your annual celebration!

Junkyu is wearing his favourite Supreme black hoodie with matching black sweatpants while Yoshi is in a black and white stripped blouse and baggy black pants. His mismatched stripped socks are ever so distinctive of him.

"Why do we need all this soju for?!"

"It's Christmas!" Yoshi laughs and leans back on the couch. You wiggle your nose at him and pull your tongue out and Yoshi shows you his own tongue.

"Yoshi is just trying to find an excuse to drink more!" Junkyu teases and Yoshi throws him a pillow, making the younger man screech in terror.

"I am an adult! I don't need an excuse to drink!" he defends himself, crossing his arms over his chest playfully.

You chuckle and grab Yoshi's cheek, tugging at the soft flesh while he whines, "Look at this big baby!" you say, grabbing his other cheek and stretching his face.

Jihoon arrives at that moment in the room, balancing four plates of rice, kimchi, lettuce and cookies on his arms. Yoshi immediately jumps up to help him place them on the coffee table, finding the perfect excuse to escape your hold. Despite Yoshi's swift reaction, Jihoon catches a glimpse of you and Yoshi on the sofa and his eyes narrow. You and Junkyu remain sitted; Junkyu too busy picking his ear and you too busy staying as far away from Jihoon as possible.

"Thanks for the help!" Jihoon snorts when everything is settled and Junkyu responds with a simple shrug of his shoulders.

Jihoon rolls his eyes and seeing the empty space on your left, he heads for it. With Yoshi standing up to help him, the seat was freed, making one of your worst fears for the night come close to realization.

Your eyes widen and in an act of desperation you jump and grab Yoshi's arm, pulling him back next to you on the couch. Jihoon is left dumbfounded as he stares at you hugging Yoshi's arm with all your life force. Yoshi is taken aback too by your sudden actions and as you feel three pair of eyes burning holes through you, you nuzzle your face in Yoshi's side.

"The seat is taken!"

Jihoon's mouth hangs open before he jaw clenching as he moves back and sits on the armchair on the left side of the sofa; his gaze lingering on you. You try to ignore him and continue acting as if nothing is going on.

"Yoshi I haven't seen you for so long! I have to catch up on all the gossip!" you say as you keep leaning on him.

Yoshi, who is familiar with your aggressive snuggling, smiles and pats you in the head, "You didn't miss a lot!"

"Mm…I missed you!" you say truthfully, but the emphasis you put on it, makes Jihoon eye you suspiciously.

Yoshi laughs softly and pats your head again, leaning on you too as Junkyu, who grew tired of your sicky sweet interraction, presses start on the 'Tokyo Godfathers' movie. It had taken you about a week to decide on which film you would watch on Christmas, finally agreeing on Yoshi's pick as some of you had grew tired of rewatching Home Alone or How the Grinch Stole Christmas every holiday season!

Everything goes back to normal while you watch the movie, meaning you all chat while the movie is playing, making clever remarks at each other, arguing on how great the plot is and laughing at whoever sheds some tears first -spoiler, it's Yoshi- before you tear up yourselves. The food disappears pretty quickly, leaving you bellies full and only some crumps on the plates. You take it easier with the soju though, drinking less than a bottle each.

As the movie ends and Jihoon turns off the TV, you know the moment you have all been waiting for is near!

The moment you have been dreading…

"Bring out the gifts!" Junkyu shouts and with a flamboyant move, his reaches under the couch and pulls out a present.

Jihoon chuckles and reveals his own wrapped package, hidden behind the curtain. Yoshi and you run back to the entrance of the flat, getting your gifts from beside the coat stand and return to the living room.

This is your 3rd year doing your Secret Santa tradition with the '00 liners. Ever since you begun university and you moved to Seoul, away from your family, you found out the hard way that getting back home for the Christmas holidays is very fucking expensive. And thus you spent a tremendous amount of money to visit your family in your first year.

Hanging out with the group of friends you made in university though, you accidentaly found out that the rest of the boys in your age also had difficulties visiting their families at this time of the year. The airplane tickets for Japan would always skyrocket around the Christmas dates for Yoshi while the same would happen to the train ticket prices to Busan for Jihoon. The train tickets for Chungju would be a bit more expensive too for Junkyu, but as the rest of you '00 liners came to the realization it would be cheaper and equally fun to spend Christmas together in Seoul, Junkyu decided to join you. Therefore, saving some of his money too!

And so this Secret Santa tradition begun for the four of you! Every year for the past three years, you would gather to Jihoon's and Junkyu's apartment and trade gifts with each other, as your financial state as college students could only afford the expenses of one gift.

Unfortunately, what you also learned the hard way, was that Jihoon must be the worst gifter ever! His victim on your first year of your Secret Santa tradition had been Junkyu. The poor man could only smell the Eucalyptus Jihoon had given him and make funny faces as his brain was trying to comprehend the situation and what his reaction should be. Jihoon didn't seem bothered by how obvious Junkyu wasn't fond of his gift; he just sat back amused and watched, having the time of his life.

Yoshi was his victim on the second year of your tradition and he had had it even worse, as Jihoon honored him with a whole, uncooked chicken! You would never forget the look of utter disbelief on Yoshi's innocent face as he looked at Jihoon and then at the chicken and then back at Jihoon. The only explanation you or anyone could give was that Yoshi was really into fried chicken that period and Jihoon had been…inspired!

This year, you were the unlucky one...

You look at Jihoon as he takes a seat opposite from you on the carpet. You all sit in a circle in the middle of the living room, as to be more personal when gift-giving and hold the presents on your laps. Jihoon raises his head and catches your staring, instantly giving you a smirk. You roll your eyes and look at Junkyu next to you, who is excitedly bouncing up and down.

Junkyu never lasted long under pressure and this year you had broken him! Two weeks before Christmas you had tricked him into revealing to you who he had picked for Secret Santa. Spoiler alert; it was Jihoon!

Yoshi's pick wasn't hard to figure out when you bumped into him exiting the skateboard shop ten days before Christmas. Only him and Jihoon were skateboarding among you four and you already knew Jihoon was Junkyu's pick. Yoshi's terrible lying confirmed your suspicions that he was indeed choosing his Secret Santa present and that the receiver would obviously be himself!

You came to the horrible realization that there was none other than yourself to be Jihoon's pick for Secret Santa, as you had picked Junkyu's name out of the name bag! You had feared this might happen, but you had never thought of what course of action you would take if your worst nightmare became reality!

Who could have guessed that you would choose to go along with the worst possible idea you could have; kissing Jihoon out of the fucking blue!

For a strange, unknown reason, you were convinced that this would make it hard for Jihoon to pick a crappy gift for you in case of hurting your feelings. Your feelings for him, which were none other than platonic ones of course! Of course!

But, Jihoon needn't know that!

At least not until you exchanged gifts!

You would let him believe the kiss was intentional; a showcase of your romantic feelings in the midst of the holiday excitement. Then you would just come clean to him and confess that the kiss was just a trick for receiving a nice gift and then you would laugh about it!

Because there was no harm in such a stupid prank like that. Yours and Jihoon's relationship is purely platonic and that's the way it is going to stay because Jihoon isn't attracted to you and you definitely aren't attracted to Jihoon!

But, as Yoshi opens his Christmas gift from himself and laughs shyly at Jihoon's and Junkyu's teasing, your eyes are glued to Jihoon's form. Why does this feel so wrong?

Jihoon raises his gaze as he has Yoshi on a chokehold and ruffles his dyed orange hair and your eyes meet. You crack a smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. Why do his stares feel so much different?

With the corner of your eye you see Junkyu throw Jihoon his own gift, which he grabs, but before he rips it open, he glances at you, making you look down on your lap. Why do you feel so tense around him?

Jihoon awes at the pair of headphones that Junkyu got him, trying them on and you catch yourself focusing on his face as he smiles brightly. Why doesn't this feel more than a stupid prank?

Distracted by your thoughts, you are caught by surprise when a plushie lands straight in your face. You yelp as you fall back; your survival instict failing at saving you! You can hear the boys laughing at your clumpsy fall and you narrow your eyes at Junkyu besides you as you pull yourself back into a sitting position.

Jihoon wears a smug expression on his stupidly handsome face, not bothering of hiding his identity as your assaulter. You throw the plushie back at him with force, but he catches it nevertheless, laughing at your annoyed face.

"Are you back with us?"

"I never left in the first place!" you speak between your teeth, still annoyed at his squishy attack.

You know he hears it and you know he smirks, but you refuse to look at him as you grab the big bag you were carrying from the beginning and pass it to Junkyu with a soft smile. Junkyu smiles back and opens it excitedly, pulling out a yellow hoodie. His mouth opens wide as he hugs the hoodie to his chest and grins at you.

"Thank you!"

"Wow! Another hoodie to his collection!" Jihoon teases, "Now you can wear a different color every day of the week!"

Junkyu pouts and hugs the hoodie tighter as if protecting it from Jihoon's jokes, "Don't worry Y/n, I love it! Thank you so much!" he reassures you, "I will wear it every day!"

"Or just twice before switching back to your usual black hoodie!"

"Hey!" Junkyu grabs a pillow from beside him and throws it at Jihoon, who protects his face at the last minute by raising his arms over his face. "Don't trash talk my precious, new hoodie!"

Jihoon laughs at Junkyu's growing pout and Junkyu throws another pillow at him, which he deflects again.

"You are just jealous my gift is better than yours!"

"But you got me my gift!"

Junkyu opens his mouth to reply to that before realization hits him and his mouth twists into a horrified expression. Yoshi falls back from laughter, hugging a pillow to his chest and Jihoon raises his eyebrows, challenging Junkyu to go on.

"Whatever! Let's see what great gift you picked for Christmas!" Junkyu changes the subject, too ashamed to face defeat head on.

Your smile drops and you turn to look at Jihoon, who still wears that same smug expression as he turnsmeets your gaze. His smirk widens as he grabs the package he hid behind his back and presents it to you.

Your heart drums against your ribcage, but you keep a cool facade on as you take the gift from his hands, fingers barely brushing against his. Colorful wrapping paper conceals the content of the package and as you rip it open in anticipation, you are left stupefied.

You raise the red dog bowl you found inside your package to take a better look at it and make sure your eyes are not tricking you. Junkyu and Yoshi start laughing loudly; Junkyu going as far as grabbing Jihoon's arm to hold himself from falling back while throwing his head back. Yoshi claps his hands and Jihoon just watches you carefully as you inspect your present.

Honestly? You were expecting something else!

This falls in the same category as Junkyu's and Yoshi's shitty presents from the previous years! At least you didn't get the raw chicken...

You sigh, dissapointed and emotionally exhausted; you went through all that trouble for absolutely no fucking reason!

You turn to Jihoon and give him an unimpressed look, "Really? A dog bowl?"

Your question somehow makes Junkyu burst into a new fit of laughter; his high pitched cackle echoing in the room.

Jihoon bites his bottom lip, barely holding himself back from laughing at your face, "You don't like it?"

"No, no, you are right. It is perfect! Except I don't have a dog!" you smile at him and flutter mockingly your eyelashes at him.

Jihoon bites his lip even harder and you just sigh and rub your forehead, "Thanks for the gift asshole!"

"You are welcome!" his eyes glimmer with mischief, but at least he has suppressed his laughter.

"Hey! Last year I got raw chicken!" Yoshi butts in, "Don't complain for a dog bowl! At least, it's kind of useful."

"Yes. Right. I can use it for my morning cereal. Thanks Jihoon!" you give him your fakest smile and he reciprocates by biting his lips again. This time though he isn't holding back his laugh and though there is mischief in his eyes, it's not the same one as before.

"Goodnight!" you shout as you close the door to Jihoon's room behind you.

A muffled 'goodnight' comes from the side of the living room, where Yoshi is sleeping, whereas a high pitched whine comes as an answer from Junkyu's bedroom. You chuckle as you jump into the bed next to Jihoon's and he tunrs off the lights.

And then... silence.

The silence would be welcoming in any other situation, but right now the silence makes you even more nervous than you already are. You wish you didn't have to sleep in the same room as Jihoon, but this is how you have been sleeping for the past three years whenever you and Yoshi slept over in the boys' flat.

Yoshi had insisted on sleeping on the couch, being the gentleman that he is, while you took the only other bed in the house, which was a pull-out bed under Jihoon's. Junkyu hadn't invested in a trundle bed like Jihoon, leaving limited sleeping places for guests.

So, here you are now, forced to sleep in the same room as Jihoon; who could as well be considered a victim of your poor choices. Although, one could argue you were also a victim of his stupid gift giving, but who is counting?

You sigh as you try to clear your mind of any thoughts, but it comes out louder than you intended it to be.

"Is it so bad that you had to share the room with me?" you hear Jihoon ask from the bed next to yours and he sounds almost sincere.

"Yes!" you quickly respond and when no answer comes from his side you realize that you might have been a bit harsh, "Maybe think more next time you get someone a gift rather than just trying to be funny!" this is still a bit harsh, but at least you clear that you are talking about the Secret Santa and not something else!

"Are you sure that's what's on your mind?" Jihoon asks and you hear him shifting in his bed sheets.

You are relieved that the room is dark and that he can't see you right now because you feel your face slowly warming up. You shift your weight in the bed, pulling the covers closer to your face in case he has the bright idea of turning on the lights.

"What else would there be?" you go on defense because that's the only option in your mind right now. You are not talking about that!

You stay stiff as you wait for his reply, but it never comes.

You hold your breath, thinking for a moment that he maybe fell asleep in the middle of the conversation and that you managed to avoid doing the talk. His breathing is indeed stable and after a minute or two has passed without an answer, you allow yourself to relax. You turn your back to his apparently sleeping form and close your own eyes, trying to catch some sleep.

You hear the springs under his bed creak as he changes position, but you pay them no attention when suddenly you feel your mattress dip at the edge. Before your mind can catch up to the situation, you feel the warmth of Jihoon's body in your back as a hand is placed in front of your face.

Your eyes open wide and you inhale sharply as you feel Jihoon's breath next to your ear. You stay as still as possible, hoping that you could maybe disappear, but your wish stays unfulfilled.

It takes him a moment before he finally whispers in your ear, "I think you know what I am talking about." his voice is steady and composed and unlike you he seems like he knows what he is doing.

"I don't." your voice comes out small and phoney compared to his and you can hear him smirk next to your ear, "If you are refering to the kiss, then you should know that I just did that to get a better present from you." you add, this time a bit louder, trying to throw him off.

"You don't really believe that."

You hate how your words don't seem to affect him at total!

"I do. And yet after all that trouble your gift still sucked!" you are meaner than usual, but he has cornered you and has left you no other choice.

For a moment, Jihoon stays silent and you actually start to worry if you maybe were a bit too harsh.

"Jihoon I-"

Your breath catches in your throat as the hand that he had on the pillow next to your head, retreats to his side before snaking around your waist, pulling you flat against his chest. He nuzzles his face in your nape, not minding your hair that tickle his nose and cheeks.

You are not new to the famous Jihoon back hug -especially when it's bed time- but the cuddle feels off considering its timing. Suddenly, you feel like it's hard to breath, his scent filling your nostrils; it's almost intoxicating. Did he always smell that good?

"If it means nothing, then you don't mind cuddling before sleep, right?"

You gulp, "No."

You are way too stiff to match your answer, but Jihoon doesn't pay mind to that as he tightens his grip over you.

"I am so glad the kiss didn't mean anything." he says, but you feel his hand creeping lower, "I was afraid that it would make things awkward between us, considering how you were acting today." his hand passes your stomach and reaches the beginning of you pajama pants, where it stops.

You want to tell him that your behavior was perfectly normal today and you were anything but awkward around him, but not only your words are stuck in your throat, but you also lean on his touch. His hand radiates heat so close to your core and your ass involuntarily presses against his pelvis.

"I would say that if I didn't get the impression that you were lying through your teeth!"

He presses his hand a bit more firmly in your lower stomach and you feel wetness pooling between your legs. You try to control your breathing by inhaling through your nose but it doesn't make your chest heave less intensely.

"I also have the impression you would rather have my hand somewhere else." he whispers in your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine as his hand starts moving in circles over your lower stomach.

And then he moves down, cupping your pussy over your pajama pants. Your breath hitches in your throat before a quiet moan escapes your lips. Jihoon chuckles next to your ear, his teeth grazing your skin behind the ear and you struggle to restrain yourself from moaning his name.

Now that it came to this, you guess there is no point in denying it any more!

Your hand flies down to your legs, grabbing his hand and pulling it upwards. Jihoon's eyes widen as for a second he thinks he misjudged you and that he acted hurriedly when you shock him by pushing his hand under your pajama pants. In your hurry, you place his hand over your underwear, but Jihoon's lets out a quiet groan, feeling the wet patch on your panties.

He pushes two fingers against the thin fabric of your underwear, exactly over your vagina, making you jerk your hips. His fingers move in circles; the wet fabric being the only thing seperating them from your cunt. His free hand slips under your body and gets a hold of your right breast; again over your pajama top.

He kneads your boob, fingers digging into it over the fabric and you whine as you arch your back against his body. The lack of contact with your skin is making you beyond frustrated.

"Jihoon!" you cry, "Please!"

You know your cries are effective when both of his hands stop moving and only his grip tightens. You whimper as he clenches harder at your breast and you hear his breathing becoming frantic.

"Look at you, begging already!" he breaths out and his right hand slides under your blouse, "How can I say no when you are being such a good girl?" he hums as his fingers wrap around your breast, finally digging into soft skin.

You gasp and push your hips back, waiting for his other hand to slip under your underwear and enter your tight hole. When his hand doesn't badge, you push your ass against his crotch once more, but he still doesn't move.

He laughs quietly at your desperation and his hand squeezes your boob, index finger brushing against your nipple, "You want my fingers that bad?"

You nod frantically and he bites his bottom lip as the corners of his mouth stretch into a grin, "Such a greedy girl! And to imagine that a few hours ago you didn't even want my lips!"

You feel the caress of his lips on your ear helix and your mouth falls open, but no sounds come out.

"N-No!" you manage to blurt out, stuttering as he twists your nipple between his fingers.

"Hm? What was that?" he smirks and presses his thumb over your clit.

You squirm, squeezing your legs tighter together for some much needed friction, "I want your lips!"

"Where?"

You whine as he still refuses to touch you properly, moving your hips back and hoping that maybe you can push him over the edge before he pushes you. You can feel his erection rubbing your backside; his pajama pants doing nothing to conceal it.

He grabs your hip and steadies your movements, his voice lowering in volume, "Where?!"

You are close to crying at this point, too embarrassed to say the word, yet too aroused to continue the banter with Jihoon.

"Here." you hiccup as you point at your cunt.

"Ah, here? Why didn't you say so?" he asks you innocently and as you are about to curse him for teasing you so much, he pushes your panties aside and enters two fingers in your vagina.

A broken moan leaves your lips as you finally -finally- feel some relief on you aching pussy. Jihoon shoves his fingers knuckles deep inside you and then curls them, finding your sweet spot and aiming at it every time.

"You take my fingers so good though. Are you sure you want my lips too?" he speaks in a hoarse whisper, "Aren't my fingers enough for you?" he asks as he thrusts his fingers roughly inside, making your whole body jolt with every shove.

"I love your fingers!" you moan as his thumb sweeps over your clit.

He synchronizes his monements, curling his fingers inside your tight walls while his thumb strokes your clit. You shudder when his nail scrapes your sensitive bud and Jihoon repeats the motion, only to have you shivering beside him.

"Ah, Jihoon!" you cry out loud, feeling a familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach as you become more sensitive by each passing second.

"Shh! You don't want the others to hear, do you?" he reminds you as he catches your hard nipple between his fingers and twists it roughly, "You seemed so concerned they would find out something had happened between us. Tch, you even went as far as denying my kiss in the kitchen!"

You are not oblivious to the meaning of his words, but as he presses his hard-on on your ass and fucks you with his fingers, you find yourself too weak to form a coherent response. You only bite your lip and shut your eyes, in a hopeless attempt to stay quiet. You don't last for long as he slides a third finger in your cunt.

Jihoon removes his hand from under your pajama top and slaps it over your mouth. His pace quickens and he fingers your ruthlessly, making you bite on his palm to contain your moans. You are surprised he doesn't even hiss as your teeth dig into his skin. Rather, you feel his dick twitch under his clothes and he jerks his hips forward, to dry hump you.

Your eyes water and a few tears land on the sheets as your walls clamp around him and you feel like you are about to burst from arousal.

"Are you gonna cum?" he asks breathless and you nod your head, a sob catching in the back of your throat.

You shut your eyes, ready to embrace your orgasm when suddenly you feel empty. You clench around nothing and your pussy throbs at the abrupt lack of friction. A sound between a whine and a cry abandons your lips and you realize that there is no hand to cover your moans any more.

The mattress shifts behind you and you turn around to see Jihoon crawl back to his bed, like nothing had happened. You watch him wide eyed as he lies down and even pulls the bedcovers up. The moment he brings the blankets to his chin, you snap out of it and jump up.

You sit on his lap over the covers, a shiver traveling up your spine as your pussy comes in contact with his still erected dick even under all those layers.

"Jihoon!" you whine, exasperated fisting the blankets.

"You want to cum?" he asks you bluntly as he moves his hand to rest behind his head.

His question takes you off guard before you feel your arousal slide down your thighs and are reminded of the orgasm you never had, "Y-Yes! So bad!"

"Then use your fingers!"

You look at him dumpfounded, not believing a word he just said. But, when he doesn't move, you whine and crawl towards him. You sit on his belly and lean closer to his face, ready to do anything if it means you can feel him again.

Your hand ghosts over his crotch and your mouth almost waters even at the thought of jerking him off. There is no way he can continue playing hard to get if you have your hands or mouth wrapped around him!

"Jihoon, please!" you beg, but this time it doesn't seem to work.

Jihoon raises himself on his elbows, his eyes gleaming with mischief as removes your hand from his election. He grips your chin between two fingers and pulls your face closer to his, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"If you want to cum…" he speaks in a velvety voice, "Then use your fingers. I am not helping you!"

You lips tremble as you hear his words, a pout forming on them. Jihoon smiles smugly and pecks your lips before closing the distance between you again, grabbing your bottom lip that sticks out between his teeth and pulling it slightly.

"Next time be a good girl and leave the pranks to me baby!"

[alohajun]

♡ TREASURE’S REACTION WHEN YOU GIVE THEM THE SILENT TREATMENT

treasure x gn!reader | wc : 1.9k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, slight fluff, angst, mentions of wounds, mentions of arguments, use of petnames | request — hii can i request treasure reaction when you give them a silent treatment after an argument

CHOI HYUNSUK

🐷 as soon as he realizes you are giving him the silent treatment, he just walks away, letting you have some time to yourself while he does the same

🐷 broken between tryna speak to you and holding a vow of silence himself

🐷 he’s just pacing around the room, not knowing what to say or do because he’s practically fighting his own conscious

🐷 because if there’s two things our luis daniel gonsalves choi loves, it’s talking to you and hearing your voice

🐷 so after a lot of mental conflict, he’d stand in front of you, just blabbering whatever comes to his mind because he doesn’t know what else to do

🐷 and ofc, seeing how frustrated he is, you’d give in too, because you too can’t bear not talking to hyunsuk

🐷 "would you please forgive me so i can show you this song i wrote about you?"

PARK JIHOON

🐼 it literally is as impossible as it sounds bc there's no way jihoon would let you stay silent with him like that

🐼 "babe? what's up? are you not gonna talk to me? hm? okay, i see how it is."

🐼 couple minutes later, manz is in front of you, phone in ear as he speaks to you

🐼 "kyu is asking if you are down to hang out?" he'd ask, catching you off guard

🐼 there was no junkyu on the other line but ofc you didn't know that

🐼 you fell for his tactic as you replied, "yeah, sure."

🐼 jihoon would have a shit-eating grin on his face, blabbering smth to ensure you still believed he was talking to junkyu

🐼 "he's asking if you can make your brownies when you are coming?" "oh, okay, i can do that."

🐼 "kyu is also asking if you are still mad at me?" he'd try his luck, waiting for an answer

🐼 "no, not re—wait a minute!" you'd frown at jihoon, not amused by his little trick to get you to speak to him

🐼 "nuh–uh, you can't go back to your silence now. you already spoke to me, so keep it going."

KANEMOTO YOSHINORI

🐯 fights with yoshi don’t escalate too far because he knows how to take a step back and let the rage blow over so you two can address the issue calmly

🐯 so until your anger blew over, you went on a vow of silence, not realizing how much it affected yoshi when you didn’t respond to him

🐯 he only approached you twice before walking away, and you thought he knew your silence was just your way of letting the rage blow over

🐯 because after all, that was his method too, right?

🐯 poor baby tiger was crying in his room, wondering if it was the end of your relationship  

🐯 you’d walk into his room to see him crying, instantly feeling guilty when he explained why he was crying

🐯 you’d assure him with lots of love, letting him know you two weren’t breaking up any time soon

🐯 tldr; he's a soft baby, don't hurt him part one

🐯 "don't do that to me, love. i really thought you wouldn't speak to me again."

KIM JUNKYU

🐨 after the end of an argument, bro thinks everything is magically resolved and back to normal

🐨 he’d just assume things like “oh, maybe y/n didn’t hear me” or “maybe y/n is focused on smth else” when you don’t respond

🐨 “dude, you do know y/n is mad at you, right?” jihoon would ask when he sees his best friend constantly try to speak to you and just wave it off when you didn’t respond

🐨 and that’s when the meteor of realization would hit junkyu, and he’d instantly be there by your side, apologizing for being an idiot

🐨 as he blabbers, you can’t help but laugh at his explanation, and you’d let him know that it was all in the past, just advising him to be more attentive the next time

🐨 “i am gonna be super attentive from now on, i promise. nothing is gonna get past me!”

TAKATA MASHIHO

🐹 if you wanted to be petty and give him the silent treatment, he’d do the same

🐹 the house is absolutely silent as you two just don’t make any effort to talk to the other

🐹 you will still do your work around the house, just without sharing a single word between the two of you

🐹 that is until mashiho hurts himself while cooking because even tho he doesn’t admit it, he’s a bit worried if he went too far with the argument you two had

🐹 immediately, you are at his side, taking care of his wound as you checked on him, repeatedly making sure he was alright as you made him sit

🐹 the two of you would start talking after that, forgetting about your vows of silence until mashiho would bring it up later at night because he wanted to resolve the issue for good

🐹 “next time we fight, we are not pulling any of those silent treatments. we are gonna talk it out like adults, okay?”

YOON JAEHYUK

🦁 bro very much worships you 🥹🫶

🦁 nah but like he'd malfunction if you don't talk to him after an argument

🦁 usually, y'all sort out of your issues just fine and get it out of the way so this silent treatment was totally new

🦁 "babe? baby? my love? y/n?"

🦁 his voice was getting more desperate with every word, brows furrowed as he panicked a little at the lack of your response

🦁 jaehyuk wouldn't leave your side, stuck to you as he tried to get you to speak to him again

🦁 the breaking point was when he'd tear up as he spoke to you, instantly making you throw your arms as you consoled him

🦁 tldr; he's a soft baby, don't hurt him part two

🦁 "i'm really sorry, y/n. please just talk to me again. i'm sorry."

HAMADA ASAHI

🤖 asahi is pretty silent himself, so he instantly catches on when you don’t talk to him

🤖 he’ll run every possible scenario through his head regarding your lack of speech, and it’d land on the fact you two very recently had a disagreement

🤖 at first, he’d give you the space you need, thinking you’d come around after a couple of hours, but when it doesn’t work, he’s overwhelmed

🤖 will give his friends a call, because he’s unsure if he should give you more time or just fall at your feet and beg for mercy

🤖 thankfully, yoshi and mashiho had good advice for him, which asahi immediately carried out, approaching you and asking if you two could talk

🤖 once you nodded, he’d sit down and discuss the situation, wondering if it was because of the argument you two had

🤖 he’d apologize for driving you to the point where you had to give him a silent treatment for him to understand

🤖 “i'm sorry, my love. let’s promise to talk out our issues next time, okay?”

BANG YEDAM

🦊 like mashiho, yedam would give you the silent treatment as well

🦊 he thinks he’s winning, thinking he’s proving a point by joining you out of pettiness

🦊 but you weren’t backing down and he was getting slightly annoyed, so he’d resort to phase two of the plan

🦊 kissing the silence out of you

🦊 it’s just as simple as it sounds; yedam would kiss you all over your face until you had to talk to him

🦊 you two would be giggly messes as he pulled away, all the arguments forgotten as you two stared at each other, just happy to be together

🦊 “you can’t try that on me, babes. my kisses are a master of conflict resolution.”

KIM DOYOUNG

🐰 instantly picks up that you are giving him the silent treatment because he notices your lack of words

🐰 doyoung would recount whatever happened and will think about the argument you two had earlier, wondering if anything he said struck a chord with you

🐰 because fights with you two don’t end badly, since you two always to resolve things

🐰 he’d sit you down and talk it out, apologizing if he said anything out of line to hurt your feelings and you’d do the same, appreciating the fact he apologized

🐰 doyoung would defo crack a joke or two as soon as you resolve things, earning a playful punch from you at his words

🐰 “now explicitly describe exactly how painful it was for you to not talk to me.”

WATANABE HARUTO

🦙 can’t believe your audacity to give him the silent treatment part one

🦙 he’d play along with your antics, shrugging and walking away when you wouldn’t respond to him

🦙 ruto would just behave as he usually does, just not talking as much because there wasn’t a point in doing so if you weren’t gonna respond

🦙 you’d soon catch onto his behavior, realizing your silent treatment was backfiring since he wasn’t reacting to any of it

🦙 but just as you are about to give in and talk to him, ruto will approach you, a worried look on his face because it’s been literal hours since you last spoke to him

🦙 “you aren’t going to break up with me, are you?”

🦙 and that’s when you realize it’s gone too far, quickly pulling him into your embrace as you apologized for letting things escalate this far

🦙 “i seriously hate you for this. but thank goodness, you aren’t that mad at me. i love you too much, it hurts.”

PARK JEONGWOO

🐺 can’t believe your audacity to give him the silent treatment part two

🐺 literally scoffs in your face when you don’t respond to him

🐺 “oh, is this what we’re doing, huh?” 🙄😑🤔😤

🐺 will wait around a bit to see if you change up, but after a couple of hours if you still don’t talk, he’s gonna turn to his last resort

🐺 whining; manz is gonna annoy you into speaking to him again

🐺 but ofc after being with him for so long, you were unfazed which would then just deflate his mood

🐺 “are you really going to do this?” 🥺😭☹️🥹

🐺 you’d defo cave in after seeing his pouty face, giving him a kiss before talking to him again

🐺 “talk to me again, y/n, hm? please?”

SO JUNGHWAN

🐮 super king cow baby will be so pouty when you give him the silent treatment

🐮 even after he apologized, you wouldn’t utter a single word and just blankly stare at him, making him even sadder

🐮 after lots of pleads, hwan would defo get on his knees as he stood in front of you, absolutely no hesitation in begging you to speak to him

🐮 “i'm gonna stay like until you forgive me, so please talk to me, y/n.”

🐮 you though he was joking, you really did

🐮 but when he followed you on his knees when you walked around, you felt super bad, realizing he was super serious about his words

🐮 immediately kneeling next to him, you’d apologize for your childish behavior, checking on junghwan to see if he was hurt

🐮 if he was hurt, you’d feel super guilty, tears pricking your eyes, but junghwan would only smile, just happy to hear talking to him

🐮 “i'm fine. seriously, i am. i just wanted to hear you talk to me again.”

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