#woozi drabble

[cheolieji]

Air exchange pt 1 - lee jihoon

wc: 1,020

pairing: stranger!jihoon x gn!reader

fluff

summary: You sat next to a stranger on a long flight and thought nothing of it. Then you fell asleep on his shoulder, and something subtle shifted between you.

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(inspired by my random thought )

A/N: pls tell me yall want a part 2 cause im alrd planning on it

you’re already exhausted by the time you board the plane. Your hoodie’s half on, your bag’s a mess, and the idea of sitting for twenty hours makes you want to scream. You find your seat near the back, window side, and settle in with a sigh.

Please let whoever’s next to me be quiet, you think.

Your wish is granted. Maybe a little too well.

He shows up late. Hoodie up, earphones in, zero eye contact. He slides into the seat next to you like he’s done this a thousand times and has absolutely no interest in making small talk. You glance over once. He doesn’t glance back.

He doesn’t say hi. Doesn’t ask for your name. Just plugs in and disappears into whatever world is playing on his screen. You let him. You’re not really in the mood either.

The flight takes off. Hours crawl by. A movie, a sad excuse for a meal, a bathroom line that takes forever. You steal a few side glances when you think he’s not looking. He’s got that kind of face — sharp, closed off, like he was born with walls up. His earbuds stay in. His arms are crossed. He doesn’t shift much, doesn’t fidget. Just sits there, silent and still, like time doesn’t matter to him.

You drop your pen during customs form hell. It rolls between the seats.

“Sorry,” you mutter, reaching down.

He notices before you do and picks it up. His fingers brush yours as he hands it over.

“Here,” he says. Voice low, a little rough, not unkind.

You look at him. He’s still not making full eye contact. Like he’s being careful not to open too many doors.

“Thanks.”

He nods and puts his earbuds back in. And that’s that.

Around hour ten, your body finally gives out. You doze off a little, wake up again when someone walks by, then fall asleep for real. You shift sideways in your sleep.

And you don’t realize until later that you’ve leaned onto his shoulder.

You wake up groggy and confused. The lights are dim, everything’s quiet, and you’re…warm. Too warm. You blink and slowly realize your cheek is pressed against something solid and soft.

You lift your head a little.

Shoulder.

His shoulder.

Your whole body goes stiff.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you whisper, already pulling away.

He moves for the first time in hours, just slightly. One of his hands comes up like he’s going to stop you, but he doesn’t touch you. His fingers twitch, then drop.

“It’s fine,” he says, quiet.

You stare at him. “Are you sure? I didn’t mean to—”

“You’re fine,” he says again, a little firmer. “You looked tired.”

You can’t tell if he’s annoyed or if he genuinely doesn’t care. His face is hard to read. Calm, maybe. Tired, definitely.

You hesitate. “I usually don’t do that. I swear.”

“Didn’t think you did.” There’s a ghost of something like a smile, but it disappears too fast to be sure.

You think that’s the end of it. But a few minutes later, he tilts his head. Not much. Just a little, toward you.

“If you want to go back to sleep,” he says without looking, “I don’t mind.”

You’re not sure what to do with that.

But you end up leaning again.

This time, it doesn’t feel like a mistake.

You wake up later when the cabin lights come on. Breakfast is being passed out. Your head’s still near his shoulder. He doesn’t move until you do.

You sit up slowly. Stretch. Avoid eye contact.

“I drooled on you, didn’t I.”

He finally looks over. “No. But even if you did, I was asleep too.”

You raise a brow. “You don’t strike me as someone who sleeps on planes.”

“I don’t,” he says. “Usually.”

You blink at him. “So… I’m the exception?”

He shrugs, and there’s something almost playful there now. Almost. “Guess so.”

You both eat in silence for a bit. The air between you feels different. Lighter.

He offers you his orange juice without asking.

You take it.

“Jihoon,” he says out of nowhere, still watching the seat in front of him.

You glance at him. “What?”

“My name,” he says. “Figured you should know.”

You smile a little, finally.

“Thanks for letting me drool on you, Jihoon.”

His mouth twitches like he’s trying not to smile.

“Don’t make it weird.”

Too late.

[studioeisa]

hello! can i request woozi with jealous prompt 'what? me? jealous? never'? thank youuuu ><

ⵌ jihoon x gose director!reader. ⵌ word count: 1k ⵌ notes: i can't stop writing about jihoon,, 🧎

Jihoon has long since accepted that he can be a jealous man when it matters.

He considers it harmless because it gets him moving. Jealous of a different group's success? He works doubly harder to make good music. Envious of someone else's build? He puts in more hours at the gym.

Jealousy is Jihoon's friend. At least, that's what he keeps on telling himself as you praise Soonyoung for his 'initiative'.

Another day, another filming for Going Seventeen. Today's concept is Christmas-themed: A Secret Santa shopping trip with a negligible budget per person. Jihoon knows he should be focused on getting something halfway decent for Chan— the member he had randomly picked earlier in the day— but he keeps getting distracted.

Soonyoung is looking just a little too pleased, a little too smug at your doting. Jihoon can practically hear the way his best friend is preening as he announces, "It's nothing, really. Just a little idea I had."

Jihoon doesn't even know what the two of you are talking about. He does know, though, that he's not going to hear the end of it from the rest.

It's an open secret, after all, that Jihoon has a crush on you.

He's always found it a bit inconvenient, really. He never thought he'd be the type to catch feelings for a staff member, but forced proximity and your undeniable charm have left him helpless.

It's just a crush, Jihoon has told anyone and everyone who teases him about it. I'll get over it.

Except it's been maybe a year and Jihoon is decisively not over it. He's preparing to deliver some variation of the same denial as Wonwoo sidles up to him, the latter grinning in an infuriating way.

"Don't start with me," Jihoon grumbles, his fingers tightening around the extension arm of his designated GoPro.

Wonwoo raises his shoulders in a shrug. "I'm not saying anything," he says in a tone that very much indicates his plans to say something.

A beat. And then, Wonwoo prompts, "Jealous?"

A derisive snort of laughter escapes Jihoon. He could lie, say something along the lines of What? Me? Jealous. Never, in an attempt to get his friends off his back. But they'd see through him anyway, so what was the point?

"Maybe," Jihoon answers. When Wonwoo only stares at him, Jihoon amends, "A little."

Wonwoo laughs at Jihoon's easy acceptance. The older man throws an arm around Jihoon's shoulders, the force of it almost sending the latter faceplanting into a shelf of keychains.

Jihoon is in the middle of biting out an annoyed "Could you not?!" when Wonwoo stage-whispers to him, "Don't worry. The director has a favorite, and it's not Mr. Steal-Your-Girl over there."

Before Jihoon can even question the taunt, Wonwoo is already peeling off to accomplish his task. The words echo a bit in Jihoon's mind. A favorite. Your favorite.

He wonders, briefly, what it would be like— to have that privilege.

He shakes his head, as if to empty his head of the thought. Wonwoo was just teasing, and Jihoon still has to find a gift for Chan. He spends the next thirty or so minutes wandering the department store, internally debating what to get the group's maknae.

Jihoon is weighing the merits of a Bluetooth shower speaker when he next hears from you.

"You know," you say from behind him. "Those have terrible sound quality."

It's only through years of conditioning that Jihoon doesn't jump, but he can't help the way his heart rate picks up ever so slightly. Still, he manages to keep his expression perfectly calm as he glances over his shoulder.

You look every bit like you always do. Clipboard in your hands; headphones hanging around your neck. An easy grin. The picture of the director who has robbed Jihoon of all his rational thought time and time again.

"Well, you didn't give us much to work with," he answers dryly.

"That's the challenge," you tease. "A low-budget exchange gift."

Jihoon sets down the speaker before turning to fully face you. "What would you suggest, then, if this is a bad gift?"

Your gaze flicks down to the GoPro. You didn't typically converse with the boys while they were shooting; if you did, the content was typically cut.

Something compels Jihoon to hit the 'pause' button on his device. "Off the record," he insists, a corner of his lip tugging up in the ghost of a smirk.

There's something unmistakably fond in the way you laugh, in how you choose to indulge Jihoon instead of insisting that he should keep filming.

"You got Chan, right?" You tilt your head to one side as if you're mulling it over. "I saw him fawning over the tealight candles earlier. If you're in the mood to be a menace, though, he thought the beanie hats were deplorable."

Jihoon lets out a chuckle of his own. "Got it," he says. "Candle, hat. Thanks for the intel, director."

It should end there. He should walk away, should turn the GoPro back on and film the rest of the show.

But Jihoon has never been very good at doing what he should, and his mind keeps replaying Wonwoo's earlier words.

And so, he finds himself asking, "What about you?"

Your eyebrows raise. "Me?"

"What would you like for Christmas?"

You look thrown off. Understandably so. "Oh," you say, your tone just a little softer. "That's not—"

Necessary, you're probably going to say. Jihoon cuts you off with a small shake of his head.

"We could have a little exchange gift of our own," he goes on. Jihoon has no idea where this is all coming from. The confidence in his flirtation. The smoothness of his words. It's a rare thing, but he's not going to let it go now that it's here. "I'll get you something if you get me something."

You laugh again, and then you give Jihoon the perfect opening. "What would you even want for Christmas, Jihoon-ah?"

Jealous has always been Jihoon's friend. It gets him moving.

It gets him to admit, "Easy. I'd want you."

୨ৎ * GAME, SET, PLAY ! ( JEALOUSY ) DRABBLE GAME.

[kittyhui]

woozi baby fever + texts

woozi x afab! reader

- jihoon never thought he would have baby fever

- tbh he didnt even think he wanted kids; being so busy with work anyways

- he definitely changed after meeting you though

- after dating for more than 6 months, he’ll be thinking about marriage and children hopeless romantic ugh

- after marriage or a few years of dating, his baby fever goes through the roof

- if he sees you with a baby or a small child, he will practically keel over with the thought of you with his child

- he acts like he hates children but he stays up at night thinking about you pregnant with his baby

- He feels insane when he makes lullabies instead of demos for his group. He has a folder named ‘for FC’ (for future child) full of songs for his non existent baby and he avoids any questions from his members and you when asked who FC is.

- Whenever he sees dad’s with their children he dies inside. He imagines that being him and him taking his baby out for a walk and taking them to his studio, playing them music

- one day, he hit his breaking point. He was hanging out with seungcheol and hoshi and they were talking about their babies (kkuma and latte LMAO) and how they were thinking of buying them cute winter doggy jackets and sweaters. they showed him picture after picture of clothes for their ‘babies’, sending his mind into overdrive. He wanted a baby. He wanted to buy his baby cute clothes and spoil them the way he spoils you. He didn’t just want it. He needed it.

- The moment he came home you could tell something was up. Sometimes jihoon would be a bit out of it, usually because of work and lyrics. This was different though. He was clinging to you unusually, his head resting on your stomach and his hands gripping your waist soft but firmly, not wanting to hurt you yet not wanting to let you go. He refused to talk whenever you asked what was wrong and would just blush deeper and deeper

- “Jihoon.” You finally say, tired of him evading your questions. Your stern voice makes him lift him head to look at you. “Is something going on? You’re acting strange today?” you were beyond concerned now as his ears turn a deep red and his eyes look away from yours.

- “I was with cheol and soon earlier…” he trails off nervously, “and I realized that I want a child with you. So badly. I’ve just been thinking about filling you up and I just want you to have my kid so badly. I’d take care of her so well, spoil both of you to death…” he cuts himself off, feeling embarrassed seeing your shocked face.

- “She?” is the first thing you say, smiling at him. jihoon quirks his head to the side confused, “you said, you’d take care of her so well. What if it’s a boy, hoonie?” you giggle at him, before leaning in to kiss jihoon’s cheek.

- “Boy or girl, id take care of them” he looks you in the eyes, “promise”

- You giggle at his seriousness, nodding at him. “Let’s have a baby then, ji” his smile is so wide it hurt, kissing you hard.

- “Thank you, baby. Thank you...”

- Now, after you get pregnant.. he’s actually insane.

- He tried to act calm and collected but if you try and carry anything heavier than your phone, he will carry it for you.

- He calls you every 40 minutes when he has schedules, asking you if he needs to come home early or if you need anything

- He bought a crib, walker, and a changing board for his studio as well as for your home. He spares no expense

- The moment you start showing, he will have his head on your stomach 24/7.

- “I felt them kick!” “Hoonie, I’m only 13 weeks, I don’t think the baby’s kicking” he doesn’t believe you btw

- Now, he will finally show you his ‘for FC’ folder, playing the songs in his studio for you and the baby to listen to

- He is always worried once you get close to your due date, convincing his company to put him on hiatus and work from home producing songs until the baby is born.

- “I’ll be fine, jihoon. The guys need you” “pretty, you are going to have a baby any minute now. They understand that you need me more.”

a/n: this is so funny cuz i actually dont want kids but woozi baby fever is so real argue with a wall

[qmrzi]

POUTY ; LEE JIHOON

PAIRING; lee jihoon x fem!reader.

GENRE; established relationship, fluff, kinda angst??

WARNS; none, just jihoon being pouty, kissing! Not proofread.

ABOUT; you didn't give jihoon the reaction he wanted after getting his hair done, so he's very pouty.

WORD COUNT; 581

A/N; jihoon cut and dyed his hair and i still can't get over his blonde hair.

After having black hair for a very long time, jihoon decided to switch things up and dye it blonde and surprise you.

“I'm home!” Jihoon called as he entered your shared apartment after his salon appointment. Jihoon didn't tell you where he's going or what he's gonna do before going— such as a surprise since you've been nagging him to change his hair color.

Jihoon didn't find you in your usual spot on the couch in the living room, so he went to look for you in your shared bedroom.

“Y/N, look!” Jihoon seemingly shouted as he entered your shared room to show you his hair after his salon appointment.

You were working on your laptop and seemed really stressed— you are stressed, jihoon didn't tell you about him wanting to change his hair color due to him wanting it to be a surprise, but he's kinda in the wrong time.

“Just wait a sec, jihoon. I'm busy with this project.” You said, not turning your eyes away from the screen as you continued typing away on the keyboard.

Jihoon stood still for some seconds before letting out a small “okay” and heading out of the room— he wouldn't lie about being slightly hurt, but he remembered the little times he shut you down while working at the beginning of your relationship, so why would he get sad about this?? You're gonna finish your work, freshen up a bit, and spend your whole time with him, right?

Jihoon sat down on the couch to watch some TV until you finished your work.

“Finally,” You sighed as you stretched your body in the chair after you finally finished the project your boss had been nagging you about, then it hit you. Jihoon came here earlier and you shut him down. “Shit!”

You got out of your room and made your way to the living room to see from behind the couch a blonde head watching TV. You smiled uncontrollably as you approached him more and saw his lips pouting

“Jihoon?” You called him, his head immediately snapped towards you. Your smile became bigger as you stood in front of him and cupped his cheeks— even though he tried to not meet your gaze.

“You look fabulous in this color, babe. It's been so long since you dyed your hair blonde” You finished your sentence with a peck on his lips— to be honest, jihoon also tried to stay “mad” at you but the way you touched him and talked to him made jihoon melt in his seat on the couch.

“I'm sorry for pushing you away this afternoon, I was just busy wit-” you got cut off by him grabbing you to sit on his lap and kissing your lips sweetly, it might be the best kiss you've ever received from him.

Jihoon kissed you like he hadn't kissed you since forever, he really tried pretending to be mad at you, but you were so gorgeous holding him like that and praising him!

Jihoon finally broke the kiss and buried his face in your neck, feeling his hot breath and the vibration due to his chuckling.

“I can't be mad at you, you know?” Jihoon said as he pressed some kisses into your neck which made you chuckle as well.

You pushed his head away gently from your neck and pressed your forehead against his, brushing your fingers in his long blonde hair.

“I love you so much, my Barbie.”

Belongs to @qmrzi , DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION AND CREDIT.

[jihoonieeeee]

the thing is woozi knows he is HOT yet subtly pointing it out. he is a mastermind i would say...

i find it funny and sexy at the same time the time he had that bathtub wv voice live.... i mean???? its so out of nowhere but still its sexy. the splashing of water???? its him teasing...

nana tour woozi..... c'mon... do i need to say more? im happy he is showing his body off (finally)

woozi at concerts.... i find it charming seeing someone doing his work passionately.... him oozing with confidence, knows he is hot... behind that cute face, my boy is a flirt.

credits to the owners of the photos

[smileyyoungchan]

Sending 🌶️ pics to the ‘wrong person’

Seventeen SMAU

Sending a 🌶️ photo but pretending it’s for the wrong persons prank

Warnings: slightly suggestive

Note: oh god. Not really proud of this one 💀

Hyung line (Coups-Woozi) - Maknae Line (DK-Dino)

[etherealyoungk]

━☆ first kiss with seventeen: woozi

♡ first kiss with seventeen series ♡ masterlist ♡

pairing: woozi x reader

warnings: kissing, fluff

wordcount: 550

you're curled in on the couch, earphones plugged in as you listen to woozi's new song - a demo of it. woozi sits next to you as he keenly watches you while you listen, nervous but also sightly excited. he always loved hearing your thoughts on his songs and lyrics.

he watches as you gently bop your head to the music and there's a small smile across your face. if he had to be honest, he was nervous about showing you this song, because it was about you. during the months he was away on tour, he found himself missing you a little too much. so he picked up a pen and started writing, about you.

he thought it might be too cheesy to write a song about you but he couldn't help himself and he was proud of the outcome. it was only when he wanted you to hear it for the first time, he realized how nervous he actually was.

the song finishes and you pull out the earphones, smiling as you look at woozi. "that was amazing", you tell him, and he smiles in relief. "im going to take a wild guess that this song is about the love of your life?", you prompt, teasing him and he smiles to himself. "to my one and only", he tells and you chuckle.

"but you know, i really liked this one line "and we kissed under the moonlight", you start. he looks at you, waiting for you to continue. "but we've never actually kissed...yet", you tell softly and you can see the way his ears turn read upon your comment. you think it's cute how easily shy he gets.

"maybe we could change that?", you prompt, scooting closer to him. "y-yeah we could", he replies, looking back at you. "can i kiss you?", you ask him and it takes him few seconds before registers what you said.

"i'm the one who's supposed to say that!", he counters. "says who", you counter, leaning forward. "and you didn't answer my question", you tell, intertwining you hand in his.

"yes, you can kiss me", he replies softly and that's all you need to close the gap between you both. your lips press softly against his and your hand immediately comes up to cup your cheek as he softly kisses you back.

you pull away and look at him, giving him a soft and sweet smile. "we should kiss under the moonlight for real next time", you tell softly and he smiles, pulling you closer. "we should", he replies and you kiss him again. he'd kiss you with a sweet sort of passion and kiss you sweetly.

he pulls away and pulls you in for a hug, engulfing you in his arms. "thank you for writing a song about me", you tell before sitting up so you can look at his face again.

"you're going to write a song about this moment right", you prompt, knowing woozi a little too well. "read my mind already", he tells, pecking your cheek. he proceeds to show you another song he worked on and looks at you with the most loving eyes as he watches you listen to his music, his emotions, and his feelings. it really made him the happiest person on the planet and you were everything to him.

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[bluejeanstrash]

you’re so right … something about him in a button up is just so *shivers* … so if you don’t mind, what are your thoughts on ceo husband woozi?!?

- 💐 anon

now…about ceo husband woozi.

- first, let’s talk about him as a ceo—universally loved and deeply respected. he’s very humble and never makes a big deal about his position, but his quiet competence demands respect.

- and he expects this respect to be extended to you. his wife will be treated with respect and if he sees anyone doing otherwise, that person is gone. period. no second chances when it comes to you.

- he’s personable but usually reserved when interacting with his employees but when someone asks about you his face visibly lights up.

- kind of a wife-guy. in the best way. like, will make sure his schedule doesn’t interrupt lunch with you (and if someone calls he’ll very calmly remind them i’m with my wife right now. now’s not the time), will always send over a car when you’re coming to the office, etc. basically will make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of, always.

- is unaware of how hot people find him in the office. i don’t see woozi as a suit-wearing ceo but more of a shirt with sleeves rolled up (yes, this is self-indulgent) and formal pants type. plus a very expensive heavy watch he wears on his wrist, which is his only ‘show’ of wealth. and when he folds his built arms during meetings, his face all serious, the employees are LOOKING and lamenting god, i want him so bad. his wife is so lucky.

- unfortunately for them woozi has never even looked at anyone else and literally has no interest in anyone else. his entire being is devoted to you, and you’re the only one he desires.

- very proudly keeps his arm wrapped around your waist at formal events while he talks you up, his amazing wife. and at the dinners, he keeps one hand resting on your thigh, sometimes to reassure you with his presence and other times to caress and tease till you get worked up.

- speaking of getting worked up…he loves fucking you in his office. what really turns him on is a quickie before his meetings. if he has a meeting at 3:30 pm, woozi’s buried deep inside you at 3:24.

both of you are fully clothed, only his pants are unzipped and your dress has been pulled up. he makes you sit on his lap and ride him while his hands grip your waist tight. as you bounce on his dick, he groans, eyes dropping to his watch to check the time every few seconds. they’re going to be walking in here in 6 minutes. be a good little girl and cum for me. and when you tell him you can’t yet he simply says then you can cum while they all watch, because i’m not letting you go until i feel you dripping down my cock.

and so you speed up, fucking him faster as you play with your clit, his heavy grunts pushing you closer and closer until you start to cum, squeezing around his cock which always pushes him over edge. as you feel him release his warm thick cum inside you, there’s a polite knock on the door. sir, it’s time for your 3:30 meeting. should i let them in?

you quickly pull off him, both of you fixing yourselves as he tells his secretary to send them in. he smiles, giving you little tap on the ass as everyone walks in, bowing to him respectfully. come in, just give me a minute, i’m just saying goodbye to my wife. everyone bows to you politely as you walk to the door, woozi’s hand around your waist and his cum dripping down the side of your thigh.

i’ll see you at home, love. he leans in to give you a kiss on the cheek, just like a respectable ceo husband would, pretending like he didn’t just cum inside you a minute earlier.

-

so, anyway, those are my thoughts on ceo husband woozi.

[savventeen]

thinking about a jihoon whose biggest love languages are quality time and acts of service.

a jihoon that's never been one for physical comfort and never really knows what to say or when to say it and who's always had trouble knowing what kind of material things other people might like.

he's always felt like the kind of person who loves quietly, sometimes so quietly he isn't sure anyone can hear it.

but oh, oh, do you hear it.

you hear it when you find an extra bento box in the fridge that just has a sticky note with a lopsided smiley face drawn on it. you hear it when he silently joins you on the opposite side of the couch and watches the rest of the shark documentary with you at 2 in the morning. you hear it when you complain about being too tired to do the dishes that night and you wake up to an empty sink and wiped-down countertops and a well-swept floor. you hear it when you say you're going out for coffee and his quiet "i'll go with you" is drowned out by the noise of you tripping over the shoes you left in the doorway. you hear it when your hands can't stop shaking and he quietly places his cordless headphones over your ears before sitting down at the keyboard and playing song after song after song until your chest no longer feels like it's filled with empty, infinite, crushing void.

he thinks his love is quiet, but to you, to you, his love is so fucking loud it's like he's screaming it from the rooftops — an endless sonata that you'll always be able to hear.

[sungbeam]

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐬

lee jihoon x gn!reader

0.7k words, proposal au, barely proofread

a/n: hi carat friends 😔 im here w another proposal au for the sebongs bc i want to get married okay

You always made Lee Jihoon a cup of coffee every morning. The tradition had begun long before the two of you even really knew each other, since he often came into the coffee shop you worked at for the cheapest, darkest cup of coffee you sold. You were pretty sure the first cup you had ever made for him tasted like hot piss, but you had watched him gulp it down like a champ in the corner of the shop while pouring over his assignments.

And when you would eventually grow to become friends, lovers, the tradition held firm and he would not be able to start a day without a cup of coffee made by your hands. Said tradition even took on a special addition—notes from yourself to him. They ranged from the usual 'hope u have a good day <3' to 'eggs……?' (Don't ask. It'd been a strange morning for you.)

After moving in with each other, the tradition held as strong as his work ethic.

This morning, you set a steaming cup of coffee (arguably much improved from the first cup you'd made) in front of him. It was his usual mug, part of a set that you'd bought made of clear glass. The day you'd come home with the glassware and a set of whiteboard markers, he hadn't even questioned the unconventional pairing.

But he noted the way your eyes fixed on him from across the island counter, how you laced your fingers beneath your chin to hide the slight tremor. You were nervous about something, he thought, but maybe you just had a presentation at work later today.

"Thank you," he murmured with a soft-cornered smile, as he usually did. It wasn't until he took his first sip, that you straightened and turned away to busy yourself with packing yourself lunch.

The kitchen was quiet as you both basked in the other's presence. Warm morning light, soft and buttery, filtered through the windows to his right as he caught up on emails and sipped on the coffee you'd made. After purchasing the glass mugs, your messages to him shifted from the sides of the cup, to appearing on the bottom. It was so that once he'd finished his morning cup of joe, only then would he be allowed to see your love-filled words, amongst the dregs of dark brown at the bottom.

He tilted his head back slightly as anticipation caused his heart to leap. The mug drained, little by little.

Y…R… There was a question mark on the bottom row, as well, and he realized you hadn't written the message backwards like you usually did.

He drank faster.

Y… R… R… A…

?... E…

His heart galloped in his chest and the remaining coffee disappeared like a wave pulling away from the shoreline. Everything slowed to a stop, and he met your eyes. You'd already stopped what you were doing to await his answer.

A laugh bubbled out of him. It was merry and bright, and Jihoon shook his head in disbelief.

You bit back a smile. "Don't laugh!" You groaned, leaning back onto the counter across from him with heat crawling up to your cheeks.

His grin stretched from ear to ear as he waved his hands in front of him. "Wait, I'm not laughing at you! Seriously—seriously, just wait!" He stood abruptly from his stool and you watched him jog into your bedroom down the hall.

Your heart rate was erratic, but you waited. You waited and waited, until he came barrelling back out toward you with one hand in the pocket of his pants. His smile had softened, and you saw the glimmer of nervousness in his expression.

He rounded the counter to meet you on the other side and revealed to you the treasure lying in his pocket. "I—I was literally thinking the same thing," he said to you, holding up a white gold band studded with a diamond on top.

Tears stung in the corner of your eyes, and there was silver lining Jihoon's. You couldn't believe what was happening, the words on the bottom of the cup you'd written done in a spur of sudden courage. But this wasn't what you had expected would come of it. And god, was it better than any other outcome you could have imagined.

He stepped closer to you and gently grabbed your left hand with his. "So how's this for an answer?"

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[rubyreduji]

[childhood best friends to lovers | woozi x gn!reader | 796 words]

You remember back in primary school a boy with a doughy face and a wide grin and shiny black hair cut into a mullet. He asked you to play tag during recess on the first day and when you eventually fell and scraped your knee he held your hand all the way to the nurse.

The next day he shared his snack with you and told you he thought your purple bandaid was cool. Later you two played trucks together and it was then set in stone you two would be best friends forever.

Lee Jihoon was his name.

You two were inseparable. You were always playing together and pairing up for projects and spending afternoons at one another’s houses. You’d sit and listen while Jihoon practiced his instruments and he would sit and watch you draw.

Even into middle school you two couldn’t be pried apart. It was a well known fact by everyone that it was always Y/N and Jihoon. Through thick and thin you two stood by each other. He was your ride or die and you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.

That is, until you turned fifteen.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah, Ji?”

“I’m moving to Seoul.”

Everything freezes. Your heart twists. You don’t want to believe it. You can’t. Seoul is on the whole other end of South Korea. It’s almost a four hour drive. Why is Jihoon springing this on you right now?

When you don’t respond right away, Jihoon continues.

“I auditioned for a company to become a K-Pop idol, and I got accepted! Pledis Entertainment. I’m going to move to Seoul so I can train before I debut.”

You just stare at Jihoon incredulously.

You’ve always known Jihoon is incredibly talented with his singing, and you knew he had an interest in K-Pop, but you never knew he auditioned to become an idol. Now he’s moving across the country and you won’t be with your best friend anymore.

“That’s…far from Busan,” you finally say, your mouth dry.

“I know, but this is a dream of mine. I promise we’ll still talk, and I’ll come and visit you when I can.”

“I’m…I’m really happy for you Jihoon,” you tell him in a soft voice. “I’m just going to miss you so much.”

“I know, I’ll miss you too.” Jihoon pulls you into a hug. “We’re best friends forever though. Always remember that.”

After Jihoon moves away you see him sporadically and talk to him when he has the time, but as you grow older those times become few and far between until they stop all together. You don’t blame him. He’s become a very successful K-Pop idol and producer, but you can’t help but miss him. You don’t keep up much with his music, but you hear it on the radio sometimes and you’re happy he’s become so popular.

The first time you see Jihoon in person is not planned at all. You think it’s probably been around seven years since you last really interacted with him, around the time he was debuting. You’re a fashion designer and stylist now and when you were asked to help work on a project for a K-Pop idol you weren’t expecting the idol to be the one and only Woozi, aka, Lee Jihoon.

Words get caught up in your throat when you see him. He looks good. Very good. But you suppose that’s what happens when you become a K-Pop idol. A flood of emotions overtake you, as you look at your best friend after all these years.

Jihoon looks just as stunned to see you.

“I- hi, Jihoon.”

“Y/N. Hi. It’s…been a long time.”

“It has.”

“You look good.”

You laugh. “I think you look better.”

It’s easy for you two to pick up right where you left off with your friendship. That’s not surprising though, because as much as you two have changed, you’re still just Jihoon and Y/N. It’s always been easy with Jihoon. 

It’s not the exact same as it used to be. Of course it wouldn’t be, you two are adults now. That’s not the only reason though. There’s something else lingering in the air. Maybe it’s because of your comfort with each other, or because it’s been so long since you saw one another, but you swear Jihoon is flirting with you. Maybe you’re flirting back. 

Your suspicions are confirmed when Jihoon asks you out on a date. You agree of course. 

You two go and get coffee and when Jihoon reaches across the table and grabs your hand, it feels the exact same way it did all the years ago on the very first day you met Jihoon, and you know that this is how it’s meant to be.

[number1mingyustan]

HEY HEY CAN WE GET WOOZI AS DAD???

dad!woozi who very unwillingly went to pregnancy classes with you and always told you in the car ride home that the instructor was crazy

dad!woozi who shares the same birthday as his son

dad!woozi who took some time getting used to fatherhood

dad!woozi who is extremely gentle when he does anything with the baby

dad!woozi who composes lullabies for his child and plays them for the baby and lulls the baby to sleep (thank you anon!)

dad!woozi who loves bath time

dad!woozi whose heart melts when you dress your son in a matching outfit with him

dad!woozi who works his ass off for your family

dad!woozi who still comes home with food sometimes even when he’s been working late

dad!woozi who constantly asks if you need anything and always comes through

dad!woozi who sometimes feels like he’s missing out but also sort of loves coming home to see you holding the baby while cooking dinner. he loves the domesticity

dad!woozi who sometimes comes home with gifts for you just to show you he appreciates you as a mother

dad!woozi who spends his entire weekend with his son because he finally has free time

dad!woozi who laughs when he’s feeding the baby and ends up covered in food

dad!woozi who sees the talent in his son and knows he’ll do great things

dad!woozi who sometimes needs a massage after working all day when he gets home

dad!woozi whose massage is never just a massage because it always escalates

dad!woozi who still makes you cum first regardless of how tired he may be

dad!woozi who secretly loves it when you leave marks along his skin

dad!woozi who needs to see you when he fucks you

dad!woozi who loses it as soon as you start begging him to cum inside

dad!woozi who just smiles and pats your head when you fall asleep on his shoulder. you somehow ended up more tired than him

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[kittyhui]

woozi x afab!reader

cw: smut (minors DNI!!), oral (f.receiving), pinv, crying, creampie/breeding kink, praise kink, bit of overstim. not grammar checked lol

“f-fuck, jihoon- too much-“ you squirm underneath your boyfriend; his tongue overstimulating you to an unthinkable degree, “feels t-too good” he’s been eating you out for what felt like hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you.

“tastes so good, baby” he mumbles into you, vibrations from his voice making you squeal, “gimme one more, my love” he looks up at you, eyes cloudy with lust, hair damp with sweat, sticking on his neck and forehead.

“jihoon- jihoon, i can’t, too much-“ you whine out, head falling back down onto the bed you’re laying on, hands gripping the sheets until your knuckles are white. he continues his motions, moving his fingers up, playing with your clit, “fuck- baby! feels so good-“

his tongue finally stops, your mind races, whining at the sudden loss. his head lays on your inner thigh, smiling up at your fucked out face, “you sound so pretty, my love.” he’s painfully hard right now, but he can only think about you and the beautiful noises coming from your mouth; music to his ears. you barely can catch your breath before he gets up and kisses you hard “tired already? wanna fuck you, make you cum on my cock.” you can only whine, hands pulling him closer.

all you have to say is “please” and he’s inside, fucking his cock hard and deep into you, sighing deep into your open mouth. moans fall from your mouth, eyes trying to stay open, wanting to look at the beautiful man that was on top of you; his hair falling down around you, face flushed a deep pink. “jihoon- im gonna cum.. please, gimme more, baby” he mutters a soft ‘fuck’ at the desperation in your voice, going faster.

“my l-love, youre doing so good for me. so pretty. lemme cum in you, knock you up.” you cry out at his words, pleading for him. “cum for me, baby” you clench around him, cumming hard, scratching at his arms. all he does is groan out, head falling into your neck, biting down on the side of it. you feel the warmth of his release spurting into you, squeaking softly at the feeling.

jihoon falls to the side of you, looking at the bliss on your face. you open your eyes finally, looking at him and smiles, “happy anniversary, ji” he grins and kisses your red, bruised lips.

“happy anniversary, jagi”

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“you definitely got me pregnant this time, ji”

he cackles at your words. “good. gonna have to marry you too, i guess” he says, kissing your lips as the two of you giggle.

fin

a/n: im so horny for this man you dont even understand. i want him so bad

[rinsuniverse]

hello~~ can i request a woozi imagine where reader is sick but refuses to tell woozi bc she doesn’t want him to worry but he finds out anyways? thank you!!

sick with woozi! ✧˖°.

this is a cute idea and probably a canon event 😭

i imagine you're probably a hard worker and a borderline workaholic like woozi

so it's no surprise you've overworked yourself and wake up the next day feeling so under the weather

for once, jihoon got up before you, which was his first red flag

he sat up in bed and saw you shivering in your sleep

but he brushed it off, thinking you must've just been cold

he kissed your nose before leaving to go to work, not forgetting to fix your blankets in case it really was too cold

the next red flag was when it was around lunch time and he still didn't receive a text from you

"that's weird," he says as he snacks on something in his studio.

he thinks "well, it's not like they always have to text first. this is a two-sided relationship, so i'll just text to check in."

jihoon: hey y/n, i hope you're doing well

you respond rather quickly

you: omg i totally forgot to text, i woke up late and had to rush to work, so i barely had time

jihoon: it's fine, really

jihoon: are you feeling alright?

you: yeah! i'm feeling great, what about you?

he shrugged off his concern immediately, trusting you completely

little did he know, you were at work, but you were feeling terrible

you had the chills, your head was killing you, you could barely breathe, and you felt like time was passing way too slowly

but you thought that you wouldn't want him to worry about you

he's the type to helicopter over you, texting and checking in every chance he gets

and even worse, he might ask to get off work early so he can care for you

which you don't want because you know how much jihoon loves his work

the next red flag came when jihoon knew you'd get off work

you always got off work before him because he loves working at nighttime

and to make up for him always working, he has you video call him and you guys just chill on call until he gets off of work and meets with you in person

he calls you and you pick up, but you refuse to show your face in the camera

that wasn't the red flag though

because he thought, "hmm, maybe they don't want to show their face today, and that's okay"

but when he goes "hey, how was work?"

and you respond nasally with "it was pretty good, thanks for asking"

his eyebrows furrow

"you sound different"

"oh, really? it's probably my allergies"

"are you taking medicine for it?"

"yeah, don't worry about it, ji."

only he IS going to worry about it

jihoon is not dumb

he still responds with "okay, hope you feel better"

it was fine until he was almost done with work, and he was going to check in with you again thru the call, but you were sound asleep

"y/n, are you sleeping? did you even eat first?"

but there was no response

everything about you today was really odd to him and he knew it couldn't just be allergies

he tried to be rational, thinking "i have slept 20 hours in a day before, so it's fine if they sleep a lot"

but he can't help but feel a little worried for you

he does rush to your home a bit quicker than usual

he goes straight to where you were sleeping, which was on the couch

this was when all the alarms went off in his head

and the way his eyebrows furrow and a frown forms on his face when he sees you shivering, breathing unevenly, and sniffling in your sleep

"i knew it," he laughs to himself

he goes and grabs a thermometer and takes your temperature, shaking his head when he sees the fever

he shakes you gently

"oh, hey, jihoon. welcome home-"

"let's get you some food first, and then i'll warm up a bath for you, yeah?"

"what? i'm feeling fine-"

"you're not fine," he shows you the thermometer. "if you're sick, why didn't you tell me? i could've come home early-"

"that's the point. i didn't want to inconvenience you or make you worry..."

"you're not inconveniencing me. i'm just taking care of you the way you would take care of me. don't ever think otherwise."

and that's when you start crying, like a sick baby who wants comfort

he pulls you into a hug, not knowing how else to soothe you

he whispers sweet nothings into your ear like "y/n, you're okay," "please don't cry, baby," and "i'm here now, let me help"

you melt into him

he quietly cares for you

he cooks you a simple dinner and even washes the dishes afterward while you sit in a warm bubble bath he prepared for you

he then waits for you to get dressed and do the rest of your night routine, then guides you to bed, where he tucks you in

he even gets multiple different blankets in case you get the chills again

he stays up all night, going between working on his laptop, rubbing your back, replacing the cold, wet rag on your forehead, and helping you whenever you need to get up in the middle of the night for more medicine or to vomit

he probably won't kiss you or get too close while you're sick, but he'd still care for you in any way he can

overall, jihoon really cares about you. he loves his work almost as much as you, but don't feel like you're inconveniencing him. he understands this comes with being in a relationship with someone you love.

please trust him next time. he wants you to rely on him sometimes, even though he loves it when you both are your own individual, independent people a lot of the time!

thank you so much for the request! i hope you enjoyed this. feel free to request more ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i also don't mind writing about other svt members ς(>‿<.))

[jihoonieeeee]

i was completely baffled when i saw this jihoon photo. i mean barefaced dressed up with a coat and holding a glass of whiskey (?)

NEW WOOZI INDEED IT SO CRAZY

[marzmeltdown]

Halfway Sober

⌦ Pairing: Woozi x Reader ⌦ Genre(s): smut,, fluff ⌦ Warning(s): alcohol use/drunken sex (be safe),, fluff,, swearing,, unprotected sex (im not ur parent but be safe),, begging,, pet names (baby,, ),, Jihoon whimpers 😩,, mention of being sick,, ⌦ Word count: 2.04k ⌦ Summary: Your childhood best friend promised that he would come back for you. That was five years ago. But now he's back, and your family Christmas party took a turn you weren't expecting. ⌦ A/N: Doin Christmas in July. First fanfic request I'm so thankful that someone enjoyed my work enough to request work from me 😭. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it! If there's anything you feel I should improve on in the future, don't hesitate to let me know! You can find progress updates on this story and everything else I write in my pinned post every Wednesday.:)

⌦ requested by: anon 🫶 ⌦ marz's request form ⌦ marz's tag list

Christmas was always your favorite holiday, not just because of the presents but also because of the smells, scenery, and memories that came with it. At least, that's how you used to feel about the holiday. Every year around this time, you'd get a text from your best friend promising that he'd be at the annual Christmas party, and every year you'd get your hopes up.

When Jihoon didn't show up, your heart would shatter into a million pieces. You knew it was no use inviting him to these Christmas parties, knowing his empty promises would leave you feeling optimistic yet doubtful at the same time. You hadn't bothered inviting him this year; you were slowly accepting that the idol life was better than anything he had here. You knew you were being dramatic, but the constant letdown made it hard for you to think any other way.

Christmas time started to feel stale and repetitive to you now that Jihoon wasn't there. You would text him, he would promise to be there, you'd get your hopes up, and then you'd cry while you cleaned up after everyone left for the night. It was like your brain was in this sort of unbreakable pattern; it knew the outcome, but breaking the pattern wasn't an option.

So there you stood, with all of your friends cramped inside your small New York apartment. Your brain was becoming overstimulated with the number of senses to take in all at once.

"Have you heard from Jihoon at all?" Your friend asked as she filled her cup with whiskey-spiked eggnog. You shook your head, taking a sip of the thick, cinnamon and whiskey-flavored milk drink.

"No, I didn't invite him this year," you shrugged as the two of you walked back into the living room where everyone was sat, wearing ugly Christmas sweaters, singing horribly to overplayed music, and your cat swatting one of the baubles that hung a little too low to the ground off the tree.

"Why not?" She asked, stopping in the foyer with wide eyes as if she thought those words would never have left your mouth. You opened your mouth to speak when the sound of someone's fist hitting your front door with just enough force to make their presence known rang through your ears. You furrowed your brow as your eyes moved from your friend's shocked expression to the entrance of your home.

"Who's here?" Your friend asked.

"I don't know; everyone should be here already," you said as you made your way to the front door. You pressed your body against the paint-chipped hardwood as your eye peered through the peephole.

The figure that stood before your front door made your insides feel like they were going to fall from their respective places. Your hand moved from the door to the knob, opening it slowly as if you were trying to convince yourself that he was really standing there.

"Jihoon…" You said softly when the door opened enough to see the man's smiling face. You didn't give him time to register a response or even your actions as you pulled him into a hug, crying into his winter coat.

The rest of the night turned into a red and green blur as you knocked back enough drinks to sedate a baby elephant—figuratively, of course. You and Jihoon had not so gracefully excused yourselves to your bedroom after the two of you were caught making out against your kitchen counter.

You had dreamed of this day, though being under the influence wasn't in the plan. But would the two of you have done this if you were in the right state of mind? Probably not. Something about courage in a bottle.

Your bed had never felt hotter as the two of you sloppily tore off the fabric that worked as a barrier to protect your skin from one another. The two of you kissed with a level of passion you'd only read about in books. Jihoon's hands were surprisingly skillful, even despite his inebriated state. His hands ran up the sides of your calves, the insides of your thighs before stopping at the hem of your bra.

His fingers hinted at lifting the padded fabric to toy with your already hardening buds, but instead, he halted his movements. You opened your eyes in confusion as Jihoon pulled away, your glossed-over eyes meeting his equally glossed-over eyes.

"Is this okay?" He asked, his words slurring together as he spoke. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or how the closeness of your body made him feel like fire was running through his veins.

"Yes, Ji," you replied, impatiently reaching for the back of his head to pull him into another jaw-breaking kiss.

A soft moan left your lips in response to Jihoon's warm hands pushing past the wiring of your bra, gently squeezing at the fat that made up your breasts. Another string of small moans would leave your lips and enter his mouth each time Jihoon rolled your nipples in between his fingers.

A smirk found its way to your lips when the sound of Jihoon whining filled your ears. Jihoon pulled away from the kiss and looked at the hand on his cock as if it were instinctual. The way 'fuck' rolled off his tongue was music to your ears and pussy; it made your mouth water, and you weren't sure how much longer you could put up with foreplay.

"Ji, fuck me, please," you whimpered as his hands trailed back down the path they had taken earlier. This time, however, they stopped at your panties. It was now Jihoon's turn to wear the smirk on his face as his fingers found themselves pushing the fabric of your panties to the side so they could explore the wet cavern that was your entrance.

"We've barely started, y/n," he teased as his middle and ring fingers rubbed themselves up and down the insides of your folds.

"Ji- fuck!" You whined breathlessly, feeling Jihoon's fingers diving into the ocean between your legs. Your back arched ever so lightly in response to his fingers pumping in and out of your hole.

A chuckle left your lover's throat while he left love bites along the taut skin that was your neck and chest. Your hands found themselves buried in the black locks of his hair as his fingers pushed themselves against your walls at a steady pace.

A mewl fell from your throat each time his teeth left pale pink marks against your neck, alongside the purple bruises his mouth was gifting you with each pump of his digits.

"Fuck-Ji, please!" You begged once more as the feeling of your dam breaking threatened to make an appearance. Coincidentally, your partner and your climax were two things that you hadn't seen or felt in a very long time.

The man hummed when he took his fingers out of your cunt, tugging down at your panties as if this were his way of responding to your whines. The time it took for you to have taken your bra and panties off and for Jihoon to remove himself from his boxers was a blur; your brain didn't regain consciousness or, moreover, come back to reality until Jihoon was pumping himself inside of you.

Had you been clear-minded, you would have taken more time to adjust, but tonight you just wanted to get off. The stretch of your walls was painful, yes, but the pleasure heavily outweighed the pain you would be feeling in the morning. The only sounds that bounced off your small bedroom walls were your moans and whines, along with the sloppy sound of Jihoon haphazardly fucking into you.

Your dam began to crack faster than normal as Jihoon pressed the head of his cock against the spongey spot inside of you that made your toes curl and your head twirl. You took notice of how Jihoon's hips began to stutter, signaling that he was close to breaking as well.

Your walls tightened around his cock, causing a small whimper to fall from his mouth, and his hands gripped onto the fat of your thighs even harder.

"Ji, I'm close," you whimpered and pulled at his sweat-soaked locks, eliciting another whimper to come from inside him.

"Fuck, me too, baby," he panted in response, the whimpers you had once forced out of him now falling out like a symphony of the world's finest instruments all harmonizing together.

It took only a few more powerful thrusts on his end before your dam finally broke. You arched your back as the wave of pleasure washed over your body, and your hands found themselves gripping at the pillow cases beneath you.

The way your pussy spasmed against his cock while you were falling over the edge barely gave him enough time to pull out and finish anywhere but inside of you. He whimpered with each spurt of cum that shot itself from his tip and onto the insides of your thighs.

Waking up the next morning felt like the hardest thing you had ever done. Your head felt as though someone was hitting it over the head with a mallet, and your eyes felt like they would melt out of your sockets if you kept them open even a second longer. There was a crusted substance surrounding the inner parts of your thighs, and the sharp pain that shot through your hips solidified the suspicions you had about what that unknown mixture was.

It took the better part of an hour for you to gather the strength to stand without releasing last night's contents onto the bedroom floor. The smell of eggs and bacon definitely didn't help that feeling, nor did the spinning wheel your brain felt was on.

You trudged your way to the kitchen, suppressing any urge you had to throw up. You had assumed one of your friends had stopped by to make sure you were okay after last night's many rounds of drinks. You were partially right; it was a friend of yours, but he didn't stop by to check up on you.

"Ji?" You asked, taking a seat at the breakfast table that was used for anything but eating. He hummed in response as he plated the food. You took notice of the scratches that peaked through the collar of his shirt and blushed at the thought.

"Yea?" He asked, turning towards you as he carried the plates to the table; his hair was still messed up from last night, and he had found a pair of your sunglasses to shield his eyes from the light that gleamed through the windows that you never seemed to close with the curtains that took you an embarrassing amount of time to put up by yourself.

"Did we?" he cut you off as he placed one of the plates in front of you before he sat across from you with his own plate.

"Have sex?" He finished your question for you, and you could only nod in response. "I don't remember much from last night, but the way you looked under me is something I'd like to see again," he said with a small wink. It would have gone unnoticed if you hadn't been studying every muscle in his face.

"You want there to be a next time?" You asked, and you felt like you were interrogating him with these questions, although, if you had to be honest, you also wanted this to happen again.

"Only if you want to," he said as he ate.

"I'd like that…" you said, trailing off as you looked at the food in front of you. The last thing you wanted to do right now was eat a big breakfast of fatty foods, but you knew you needed to eat something before you filled your stomach with Advil to combat the killer migraine you had. "Are you not hungover?"

"I totally am, but one of us needed to make sure we ate," he said in response.

You smiled softly at the man before you; you couldn't tell if he was returning the stare through the sunglasses, but you didn't care either way. You were happy to finally be more than friends with your best friend.