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the orange peel theory ; l. jihoon

genre: fluff

word count: 631

rions post it note: Haiii happy new years everyone!!! i got really busy at the end of the year and things have barely started to die down so heres a quick jihoon drabble! i found the idea of taking care of sick hoonie very cute. i miss my beautiful girlfriend jihoon.....

“hey jiji, i’m coming in.” you slide the door open, bags in hand with many medicine bottles and bundles of oranges, after all vitamin c is the cure to all things. your eyes shift around the room, eyeing the clothes on the floor and his bed mostly empty– save for the large mound of blankets in the middle that was jihoon.

he was underneath it all, knees tucked all the way up to his chin and in fetal position. he felt the mattress dip under your weight and the warm bubble he had created under 3 layers of blankets burst as you lifted them off his head.

“hey.. it's cold.. give them back.” he whined softly, his voice hoarse from the sore throat he had gotten from having to walk back home in the pouring rain, “i’ll tuck you back in a second, jiji, just let me give you some medicine–” you rummage through the plastic bag and grab a bottle of nyquil, “have you eaten yet? i brought some oranges from my place if you can’t stomach full meals yet.” jihoon shakes his head slowly and snakes his arms around your stomach and pulls himself closer to your warmth, treating you like a heater. “not yet…. could you peel the orange for me, please?” he elongates the end of the word in a cute tone that makes your cheeks heat up.

you happily peel the oranges’ skin off for him, puncturing the thick layer with your nail and pulling it back a couple times. “here, i’ll even feed you since i’m feeling generous today.” you giggle before popping a slice in his mouth. jihoon chews on the slice and sees you peeling the strings of the white membrane off the pieces you're about to feed him, “thank you, you didn't have to come here to take care of me..” he says as you slide another piece of orange in his mouth, “these are great.”

you smile as you push back the pieces of damp hair that have stuck to the sweat of his forehead, and rest your hand in his hair, “but i wanted to. i can’t let my favorite person in the world suffer alone, can i? this is the least i could do for you, jiji.” your thumb caresses his forehead and you plant a small kiss right in the center, “plus–” you feed him the last piece of orange, “this means i get to spend time with you. even if you’re sick and sleeping half the time.”

you grab and unscrew the cap from the nyquil, pouring to just about half of the measuring cup, “here, take this.” he props himself up for a second on his elbow, albeit wobbly. you pinch his chin in between your fingers and lift his head up, pouring the medicine down his throat. he pulls back and his face twists for a second– jihoons never liked the taste of nyquil, and he motions for the half empty bottle of water on his nightstand and downs the rest of it.

“can’t they make it taste good, god, that was terrible..” he shakes his head before laying back down and snaking his arm around you again, pulling you closer to him. you smile and rub up and down his back, “relax, it’s not that bad. besides, you only take it like, 2 times a day.” with your free hand, you dig into your bag of citrus’ and pull out a large orange to peel and feed him.

jihoon hums and rubs circles into your side with his thumb, your warmth keeping him comfort, and while he won’t say it out loud– he appreciates you taking the trip to his apartment and taking care of him, even if all he has is a fever.

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apple of my eye ; l. chan

genre: fluff

word count: 1.2k

rions post it note: this was purely self indulgent because after i saw a twitter post about someone talking about all of chans moles and they were all i could think about all week and this is the result of that LOL this was also supposed to be around half of the word count but i locked tf in thinking about chan in this scenario and it made me really soft

chan doesn't struggle with his vision, he has perfect 20/20 eyesight if you will, and the optometrist will always praise him for having a clean bill of health at the end of an eye appointment. so why he currently has your glasses on his head, is a mystery to all really..

hes sat on the couch in the living room, glasses perched on his nose, and taking photos of himself in them. some photos where he's pulling silly faces, like pouting his lips out like a duck and posing with a heart against his cheek– and others where he pulls the glasses down his bridge and showcasing his jawline. the duality of man, specifically of lee chan, is astounding and hilarious to you.

and you would be enjoying this moment of cute selfie taking if the glasses chan were using weren't yours– your glasses that you needed in order to be able to see everything and not traverse your home with everything looking like blurry blobs of color everywhere.

“hey channie, have you seen my glasses by chance… i left them on my nightstand and now they're gone.” you wander into the living room and see his very blurry figure sitting on the couch… doing something you couldn’t make out.

and instead of being the very helpful, kind best friend that he swears up and down he is, he decides to pull a little prank on you.

“mmm.. no i don't think i have, im sorry. did you drop them on the floor somehow? maybe underneath the bed?” he says while stifling a giggle.

“already checked there before coming to ask you.” you groaned and went to take a seat next to chan, your hopes in finding said glasses dwindling by the second and you resign by plopping down next to him, turning your body towards him and pulling your knees up to your chest. and while you may be lacking in the eyesight department, you definitely know what your glasses look like,

“so…. why are they on your face?” you lift your head and look at chan through squinting eyes, partially to try and see his face clearer. he didn't think he would be caught so fast in his short lived attempt at pranking you, he raises his eyebrows and his eyes shift from side to side. “not sure what you’re talking about.. they definitely aren’t!”

he quickly took hold of one of the legs and slid them off his face, holding the pair of glasses behind his head and feigning innocence. you shook your head and snorted through your nose, “you aren't very convincing channie. hand them over.”

chan is not one to give up easily, especially in an attempt to recuperate a prank, “mmm, no!” he scoots down to the other side of the couch, his lips curling into a big smile and giggling as he moves over.

“hey!” you move down the couch as well, extending your arm out and grasping as far in front of you as your arm could reach, and right as your fingers graze the rims of your glasses– he lifts his arm high above his head and laughs, “i’m not making it that easy for you [name]-nie!” he elongates the end of your nickname in a cute way that you can’t help but smile at.

“come on chan, give them up!” his back knocks into the arm rest at the other end of the couch, leaving him with nowhere to go and resorting to keeping his arm as far from you as he could. you prop your arm up with the backrest of the couch and reach over his shoulder and up to his hand with your glasses in them.

in the midst of desperately trying to retrieve your glasses, you don't realize how close you had gotten to chan’s face. the tips of both your noses grazing each other slightly, and the air from laughing breezing over his cheeks and your eyes lock with one another. there’s a beat of silence between you two, the fit of giggles and creaks from the couch falling still.

chan feels the warmth coming off your body, and

the way the air coming out of your nose from your breathing tickles his skin. he notices the way your eyes trace every detail of his face and your eyelashes flutter with every blink you take. his eyes pan downwards to your lips– supple and plush. chan takes note of the way your lips twitch and the way you slip your bottom lip between your teeth as a nervous tic, the proximity between you two making your heart thump in the depths of your chest.

“-the moles you had…”

“what?” it comes out as barely a whisper, as he was too focused on taking in all your features to realize you were speaking.

“i never noticed how many moles you had, channie.”

you take your free hand and use your index finger to mark every spot.

there were the most noticeable ones: one right underneath his left eye closer to his nose, the most prominent of the moles he had. the second one being on his right cheek, an inch or two above the corners of his lips. the third one being right on the apex of his right cheekbone, eye catching and beautiful.

then, there were the moles where you really had to look: the most hidden mole being one that hugs his hairline, slightly covered by the trimmed hairs in the area but visible nonetheless. the second being one that nears his jawline, and the last being near his earlobe on the left side.

you tapped every single mole on his face, connecting them as if they were some kind of constellation unique to only chan’s soft face, like stars decorating milky skin. you let out a small giggle as you connected each mole, down, up, down again, over the bridge of his nose and to the side– tracing an invisible string between each one and ending with your hand cupping his ear, and tapping the final mole against his hairline with your thumb.

with every spot you pointed out, he felt his cheeks burn brighter and his ears heat up. this form of attention was electrifying– with eyes studying his features and every pore and sign of texture being under your scrutiny in the position the two of you were in; your arm still holding you up, his leg hugged in between the both of yours on the couch, your body being fully above his own as his back bent backwards to keep your glasses from your reach–

right– your glasses.

being too concentrated on the way your face brushed against his and the way your eyebrows furrowed together taking in everything that was chan, made him forget how you got in this position to begin with. and of course, right as he noticed–

“you let your guard down channie!” you quickly stretched your arm as far as you could and snatched your glasses from his hand, poking your tongue out at him to tease him. and honestly, he can't be too upset that his prank had fallen through, his heart was too busy trying to beat out of his chest to be concerned about it.

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๑ hiii im rion , 18 yrs old and the biggest wonwoorideul ever (REAL)!

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comforting - j. wonwoo

genre: fluff

warnings: none !!

word count: 1.0k

note: first fic! yaaaayy!! something very simple and fluffy as a starter on here, hope you enjoy :)

opposites may attract in many cases– not yours though. you and wonwoo may as well have been 2 peas from the same pod. two people who enjoy sitting in your own silence, simply enjoying each other's presence existing in the same space with the occasional sound of keyboard clicks or the sound of sheets shifting from you changing positions in bed on your phone, laughing at silly videos. whenever these days, where he can relax at home with you for just a moment in time, happen, being together like this is enough for you both.

today, wonwoo slides off his shoes, using one foot to hold his shoe down to slip his foot out, and sets his glasses down on the table and rubs circles into his eyes. feeling that itch in the base of his throat from recording pieces for the group’s new song, and the aching feeling in his shoulders, the soreness blooming as he shimmies off and hangs his coat onto the hanger by the front door.

padding his way across the hall, he hears small giggles from behind the bedroom door, smiling at the cute noise. while he may be exhausted, wonwoo will never be tired of you.

you wave at him when he walks in and take in just how deflated he looks– shoulders hunched, and his eyes struggling to stay open. his exhaustion is nestled deep in his bones; every step even slower than the next and his head feeling much like a bowling ball. he places a knee onto the soft duvet, and drags himself over to you, settling his head into the crook of your neck and enveloping your waist with his arms. even after a tough day, he will always find comfort in you.

he places a soft, but firm, kiss against your shoulder. wonwoo turns his neck slightly to open an eye and look up at you, “hi, baby.”

“you tired?” you hear the drowsiness in his voice, and he makes a noise of agreement– something resembling an “mmm” –and a small nod of his head against your warm skin.

“you look beat, nonu.” you giggle as you click your phone off and place your arms around him, sliding your hands up and down the large expanse of back in an attempt to soothe him. you work your fingers deftly into the taut muscles underneath his skin. his body slowly sinks deeper into your own, the tense muscles in his back relaxing and a long exhale comes through his nose.

“do you want anything.. food maybe? i could order in some takeout, or maybe even water..”

“ ‘s okay…. this is helping..” you feel as his arms tighten ever so slightly around your waist, his not-so-subtle attempt at communicating that you leaving him was the last thing he needed at the moment.

with a huff of air and a curl of your lips, you resign and stay in your spot seated against the headboard.

this was nice– his nose breathing in your scent, and your skin warming his own up from the cold winter air outside. he feels your stomach expand and deflate with every deep breath you take in and expel, and the small circles you were drawing in the space between his shoulder and neck with your thumb.

you smelled of dryer sheets and sugar, every other breath being a little longer than the last one– relishing in the scent that was you, and the exhaled air lasting a second longer. the air blows over your collarbone and tickles you a bit.

“did you do anything today, hon? i remember you telling me it was your day off.” his voice was rather muffled, with his mouth pressed against your shoulder but you understood. “not much.. i went to the specialty shop to look at the set of bowls i showed you online yesterday though, they were so cute! i bought a set and left it in the kitchen, you can see them tomorrow morning..” your love for cute dinnerware was endearing. seeing you squeal whenever you see a mug with cats on it in a store that you just had to show him before you switch aisles, or a set of plates that you think are uniquely beautiful and believe are extremely necessary for the house made his heart grow more fond of you.

“mm… i don’t remember it off the top of my head.. m’ sorry. i would get up so you could show me but i’m comfortable right now.” you feel the way his lips curl into a smile against your shoulder as he spoke. “you’re so warm…” he works his head further into your shoulder and a content sigh leaves his mouth. his behavior is almost cat-like, making you huff air through your nose and chuckle at him.

“it’s okay, you look worn out. you worked hard today nonu, you deserve the rest.” your hand made its way up his back and into his fluffy waves. toying with the strands and massaging the base of his neck, working on the kinks and knots in his shoulders.

“thank you hon.. can, can we stay like this? you feel very comfortable right now..” wonwoo knows it might be a little selfish of him, maybe his head is causing your shoulder to become uncomfortable or your leg might be falling asleep underneath his weight, but he hopes you would indulge him in his moment of self-perceived selfishness and exhaustion.

“we can, as long as you need to, baby..” you know how self-sufficient he is– not asking for help often believing he may be bothersome or imposing. or maybe it’s simply him believing he can do it all himself, but wonwoo asking you to do something so simple for him for the sake of his own comfort is a welcome gesture. he’s the type to offer himself to assist, but never one to expect the same kindness back. even if you asked him to carry the entire weight of his world on your shoulders and more, you would gladly do it and more for him. just for him to know a moment of peace in his haphazardness– and he would more than willingly do the same just for you.