Saw this and I could NOT pass this up🤌🏼, writing toooo good to not send in a request still haven't got over the Christmas gift fic you wrote me with YunGi🤪
So can I get this based around Woozi please😔🙏🏼, the lack of Woozi fics is CRIMINAL! With the dialogue being #2, emotion I, and the setting the alleyway being a dive bar.
I will take anythingggggg, angsty, happy, sad, truly ANYTHING. I’m thirsty for any Woozi crumbs I can get😔😔 please and thank you bestie😚😚xoxo
omg DDD: LOOK AT YOU BEING ACTIVE AGAIN 💖 hello hello bae! AND DON'T BE NICE TO ME. IDK HOW TO ACT *throws hearts aggressively* but tysm for supporting me huhuhuhuuh 😫 and ty for sending in a request! i hope u like it, my cheese lover 3000 🧀
Pairing: musician!Jihoon/Woozi x Reader
G/AUs: Angst, friends to lovers, non-idol au
TWs: None but ofc lmk <3
WC: 1.2k
A/N: Barely proofread so no judgment plzzzzz ;c
Prompt: “what they said back there. is it true?” + confusion + an alleyway behind a dive bar
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The winter air bites into you as soon as you push past the dive bar’s door. The chilliness makes you want to take a U-turn back into the building, but you know the heat from indoors won’t help. Not when your source of warmth still sits inside.
People mill about the sidewalks, some dressed casually and others dolled up. No one gives you a second glance as they walk by. It makes it easy to slip into the alleyway unnoticed—hoping for some privacy as you gather your thoughts.
He’s leaving.
In one week, Jihoon will be across the country, chasing his dreams that don’t include you.
There’s a gallon of guilt sloshing in your chest from not being over the moon for his opportunity. However, it doesn’t compare to the sea you’re treading in from knowing this is it for you both.
You won’t get the chance to love and be loved by him.
Not in the way you want.
You slump against the brick wall, arms wrapped around yourself to fight the cold.
You know there are still opportunities to keep in contact, but it won’t be the same. You won’t be able to feel his arms around you or his lips on yours. Maybe if traveling wasn’t so expensive, you could find the silver lining.
“Hey.”
The familiar voice makes your head snap up; your hold on your jacket tightens in surprise.
Jihoon stands at the entrance of the alleyway with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He looks hesitant.
Emotions try to clog your throat, but you force them down so you can speak.
“What they said back there. Is it true?” you ask, voice strained.
Jihoon glances to the side briefly while he answers, “Yes.”
He slowly makes his way closer. Each step brings forth an equal weight of pain and happiness. Being around Jihoon used to bring a smile to your face instantly, but now, your heart just aches.
“You didn’t tell me,” you state.
“I did,” he answers slowly. He stops a few feet away, hands still in his pockets.
“You said you’d be gone for two weeks, not two years,” you scoff.
He exhales a deep breath. You watch it swirl in the air from the cold weather instead of seeing the mix of excitement and guilt on his face.
“It was only going to be two weeks, but they really like my works and wanted me to sign a contract,” he explains.
You turn away when you see your vision blurring. Staring at him reminds you of what you’re about to lose.
“I was going to tell you in private tonight,” he adds.
“What else were you going to tell me?” You force the question out.
“What do you mean?”
You glance at him finally. He’s standing an arm’s length away now.
“Were you going to tell me I meant nothing to you? That you’re sorry for leaving me, but I should be happy about it?”
“Fuck, Yn, you have no idea how hard this decision was for me,” he sighs out, slight frustration laced in his words.
“Enlighten me, Jihoon, because right now, it feels like you knew there was never going to be an ‘us’.”
He winces at your words, hands digging deeper in his pockets like he’s trying to find the right words to make you feel better. You already know he’ll come up empty.
“That’s not true,” he says belatedly.
“No? How long did you know about this new contract of yours? How long were you waiting to tell me ‘privately’? A week? Two?” you ask, voice raising in anger.
The more you talk, the more conflicted he looks. You know you’re not making this easy on him, but the devil on your shoulder wants him to feel the heartache you’re feeling.
“Do you not remember how two weeks ago we were on your couch and I told you I love you? I love you, Jihoon, and you’re just going to lea—”
Jihoon kisses you hard.
He holds your face in his hands, grip tight enough to keep you steady but not enough to hurt. Your heart hammers in your chest.
He puts all the emotions and messages he can’t convey into the kiss. It’s so overwhelming that you want to pull away, but you persist because it means you can have him a little longer.
The second you feel him begin to pull away, your hands reach up to grip his wrists.
He stares down, so you can’t see his face.
“I’d ask for you to wait for me, but that’s not fair,” he says. You can hear the sorrow in his voice. Although you wanted him to feel it too, you also can’t help but hurt more knowing he’s not happy. “Maybe once I get a few paychecks I can fly you out. Maybe… Maybe if you still love me when I come back, we can make it work.”
“Why can’t we make it work now?” You nearly plead.
He sighs and shakes his head. His hair tickles your forehead.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.
You will your knees not to give out in realization. There’s no changing his mind.
Your hands on his wrists ease.
Jihoon looks up, eyes filled with desperation for you not to go.
“Let’s head back inside. You’re cold,” he murmurs, hands slipping from your face to hold your hands.
Before you can try to protest, he’s leading you back inside toward your friends.
Your body instantly feels grateful for the warmer temperature, but what’s really heating your body is Jihoon’s hand in yours.
His comforting touch spreads from your joint hands and spreads throughout your body. It’s a feeling you want to shove away, but you force yourself to not. You only have a few days left of his presence, and you should enjoy it.
Jihoon’s not a fan of PDA, but tonight he pushes his own boundaries. He drapes an arm around your shoulders, hand lazily gliding up and down your arm as he interacts with your friends.
You can’t help but lean into his firm body, allowing yourself these few hours to pretend everything’s okay.
It’s self-torture to have his notifications on. It’s been almost four months since he’s left and all you can do is check his socials. He’s not too active so when he is, you cherish it.
Although you’ve tried to keep in contact, hectic schedules and time zones make it difficult. You wonder if he still thinks of you as much as you think of him.
Then as if to answer your question, your phone dings.
woozi_universefactory made a new post. Check it out!
His first official song, “Loved You First,” has been released.
While tears stain your cheeks as you listen, another ding emits from your phone.
Jihoon: 🖤
You chuckle at the simple message, wiping away your tears as your heart replaces forlorn with hope.
He said he wouldn’t ask you to wait for him, but you should fight for what you want—for who you want.
You push down the doubt and channel the hope you felt while listening to his song. Nothing will stop you from trying to make this work.
Not the distance, the time zones, or the schedules.
After all, who said love is easy?
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