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a new home for the holidays | ljh

(where you can't go home for the holidays and end up having a much better christmas than you expect.)

pairing: jihoon (woozi) x afab!reader genre: acquaintances to lovers, christmas!au | fluff & smut rating: explicit word count: 10.5k warnings: lots of mentions of christmas (including decorating, family, cooking, etc.), if the holidays are too much please skip this, mentions of family issues, reader can't go home for the holidays (and they actually like christmas), no gendered pronouns used for reader, mentions of past death (family member woozi mentions), woozi owns the house where reader rents a room but there are no power dynamics, explicit and implied smut, woozi is kinda grumpy, reader is super bummed about christmas, woozi ends up being a secret softie smut warnings: lots of kissing, thigh riding, nipple play, marking if you squint, slight begging, two ass slaps, oral (reader rec.), fingering (reader receiving), overstimulation, squirting, briefest handjob, unprotected sex (don't do this), implied aftercare, implied morning after sex

author's note: this is for @k-vanity's 25 tips for surviving the holidays and the final prompt is christmas. i don't really have anything to say for myself. this is not what i'm supposed to be writing and it kinda just happened. merry christmas (if you celebrate) and happy holidays. i've already had christmas dinner, so if you see any mistakes, blame it on the drinks.

The holidays are your favorite time of year. Always have been. Nothing has really changed over the years. You moved away for work and fell in love with a new city. Now you just get to have twice the holiday cheer. You decorate your space in the house you live in with friends (and the grumpy house owner who’s resisted most of your attempts to be friends). Then, you go back to visit family when it gets closer to Christmas. It’s been a really great system. You’re just as excited this year as every other year.

Until your plans change. It’s only the day before you’re supposed to fly back home when your dad calls to let you know that he and your mom are sick. They know that you have a lot of post-Christmas plans (New Years, school work, and even a trip) and they don’t want to risk getting you sick as well. They insist that you can still come back, if you want, but warn you that they’ll have to keep their distance. You spend a lot of time thinking about it (read: talk it over exhaustively with your closest friends) before deciding that you’re just going to stay put for the holidays. You can plan another time to catch up with your family and have a time-shifted Christmas. After all, you think of the holidays as more of a feeling than a specific date on the calendar. You can find something to keep you busy for the 25th.

A couple of your friends invite you to come and spend Christmas Eve or Christmas Day with them, but you decline. You appreciate the sentiment, and really consider it in at least one case, but it just doesn’t feel right. Your family has so many traditions that it feels weird to consider dropping in on someone else’s. Besides, you won’t be alone in the house. (Even if Jihoon, who owns the house and rents out rooms, isn't always the friendliest. And doesn’t seem to enjoy Christmas at all.)

It’s four days before Christmas. You’re sitting in the living room aimlessly scrolling through your phone while you wait for Jun and Minghao to come downstairs. The three of you were all supposed to be heading to the airport together today, but now you’re just going to be driving them so they don’t have to pay for a ride. A sound makes you look up before you realize it’s not nearly enough noise for Jun, who can’t seem to go anywhere without being too loud. Instead, Jihoon only nods at you before he settles into an armchair on the other side of the room with a book. After a few minutes, you hear the telltale giggles of one of your best friends as he rushes down the stairs. Jun is through the door first, followed by an exasperated Minghao. Nevertheless, you see the signs he’s trying to fight his smile. You stand to meet them at the doorway.

“Bestie,” Jun signsongs when he reaches you. Throws his arms around you for good measure. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?”

“Jun, for the last time, we were supposed to leave for the airport 45 minutes ago,” Minghao sighs. “There wouldn’t be time to pack.”

“Details, we’ve got plenty of time,” Jun waves off.

“And last minute plane tickets are insane,” Minghao adds.

“Less insane with a travel credit,” Jun supplies, undeterred.

“Jun, please, we really need to leave,” Minghao begs.

“Are you not going home?” Jihoon asks. He’s so quiet when he moves that you didn’t even hear him stand up to join your group.

“Oh, no, I guess I forgot to let you know,” you start. You didn’t. Jihoon scares you a little. He’s nice enough and he’s great as a landlord, if you can even call him that, but you’re not really friends.

“You don’t have to let me know,” he huffs out.

“I decided not to go home this year. Both my parents are sick and I don’t want to catch it too, so we’re timeshifting the holidays,” you say.

“So it’s just you two in the house for Christmas,” Jun says brightly as he throws an arm around Jihoon. “Take good care of my bestie, okay?”

“It’s fine, Jihoon, I’m not expecting you to do anything with me,” you say before he can even open his mouth.

“But…” Jun starts and you turn him around before he can finish.

“Come on, before we give Hao an aneurysm. Do you need help getting your stuff outside?” you ask.

“Bless you,” Minghao mutters as you’re wrangling your best friend out of the house.

Once you’re back at the house, all you want to do is lay in your bed. It was a lot of work to pretend everything was fine while taking Jun and Minghao to the airport. Traffic was bad getting back, so you didn’t really have it in you to break down. Now that you’re home and in your room, the tears don’t come. It’s not who you are. It sucks that you’re not going home for the holidays, but it’s still the holidays and you can still make the most of it. Maybe. Somehow.

Somewhere in the house, you hear a door close loudly. Probably just Jihoon since everyone else has left. For a moment, you consider going downstairs to see what he’s up to. But, again, you’re not really friends. Moving seems like too much effort, anyway. You flop back onto your bed and get comfortable. Wait until you’re hungry to actually leave your room to find something to eat. You’re probably going to need more groceries before Christmas, because you still want to make some of your favorites, but you probably have enough for something to eat tonight. When you walk into the kitchen, you smell something delicious. There’s a big pot on the stove with the burner on beneath it.

You’re just about to lift the lid when Jihoon comes back into the kitchen. “Leave it.”

“Oh, sorry!” you gasp, surprised by his appearance and unsure of the tone.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says. “I just don’t wanna fuck it up.”

“That’s a big pot of soup,” you say.

“Yeah, I figured you might be hungry,” he says, like it’s the most logical thing in the world.

“Oh!” you say.

“I mean, I don’t know if you like Chicken Ramen soup, it’s a little spicy, but I like it around this time of year,” Jihoon says. He looks a bit awkward and unsure.

“That sounds really nice, actually,” you admit. “You don’t mind sharing?”

“No, I wanted to share,” he assures you. “It’ll be done soon.”

With a nod, you go to sit down at the kitchen table. The silence isn’t totally comfortable, but it’s not uncomfortable either. Not exactly. This is already shaping up to be the most time you’ve spent alone with him, if you end up eating together. It makes you wonder more about him. He seems really focused as he cleans up around the kitchen. His black hair is the longest you can remember seeing it, falling around his face as he leans over. It’s almost soft to watch him brush it out of his face.

As you’re sitting there waiting for the soup to finish, you realize that you don’t know much about him at all. Even though you’ve lived in this house almost two years, he’s still very much a mystery. You know that the house has been in the family for a long time and he was the only one who was willing to take the project of managing it on. Or that’s what you think he said once. Someone, maybe a cousin or friend or something, thought he was a bit crazy for renting rooms out like this. But, it’s a massive house and he’s single. (There are 6 bedrooms, all with attached bathrooms, multiple living rooms, and an office that he uses for himself. The house is paid off so the rent goes towards things like property taxes, maintenance plans, and anything else that comes up.) You know he also produces music, though you’ve never heard any of it. Not that anyone has, he’s very private and doesn’t even share what name he produces under.

It’s clear when he brings each of you a bowl of soup that he’s expecting the food to do the talking for him. It’s cute and also puzzling at the same time. How does someone who wants to speak through something like making soup have a successful career as a producer? You shake the thought away and make conversation yourself. Most of what you get are short answers, but it’s something. And you definitely learn more about him. He deflects a little when you ask about his family, prefers to turn it around so you can talk about yours. Which you don’t really mind, even if it’s a little sad to think you won’t get to see them.

“Hey, I was thinking I might go and see about getting more decorations for the house tomorrow. Is that okay?” you ask when you’re finished eating.

“You really like Christmas, don’t you?”

It’s not really an answer, which makes you look up to find something of a smile on his face. Maybe a little teasing behind the smile. “Yeah, I just really like the joy of it all.”

“I don’t mind. There also might be some stuff in the attic that I can pull out,” he says as he stands to clear the dishes.

“That would be better than braving the crazies,” you say.

“Come on, I’ll show you how to get up there,” he says. Doesn’t even check if you’re following him before leaving the kitchen.

You scramble to your feet to catch up to him. Truthfully, you didn’t even know the house had an attic. It isn’t surprising. It’s an old house, but still. This is just another small thing that you feel like helps you better unwrap the mystery of Lee Jihoon. Upstairs, he opens the closet and pulls out a hook to unlatch a door in the ceiling just outside of Minghao’s room. Huh. You’ve never even noticed it, not that you’re outside this room often. To your further surprise, Jihoon flicks on a switch and then climbs up the ladder into the attic. Once again, you follow close behind him.

There are a lot of boxes in the attic, mostly labeled with names or rooms or both. You figure they probably belong to relatives. Or maybe past renters. In any case, it seems best to not bother asking. Especially since he’s making a beeline to one corner. You fight the urge to laugh. So much for thinking there were decorations up here. By the way he walks, you can tell he knows exactly where they are. It’s worth it, though, because there are about a dozen boxes with garlands, ornaments, wreaths, and other various knickknacks. Jihoon asks which of the boxes you might want and sighs when you say you want to bring them all down. Doesn’t argue, though, just tells you how to help him get them down. Even helps you get some of them downstairs.

“Guess we might need a tree,” he sighs when you get the last box out of the attic.

“Oh, I can find a fake one at the store or something. It’s no big deal,” you mumble out.

“I have to take care of something in the morning, then we can go pick one out,” he says without looking at you.

“Really?” It comes out nearly as a squeak.

He rolls his eyes, which might discourage you if you hadn’t also caught the faintest smile. “Yeah, we might as well with all this stuff out of the attic.”

You distinctly hear him mumbling something about the damn Christmas spirit as he walks away, leaving you to happily sort through boxes. Hope can be dangerous, especially around the holidays when your plans are interrupted. But, you can’t help it. You feel a little spark of hope.

The house is quiet when you wake up. It’s hard to tell if Jihoon is around or not until you peek out into where you all park to see that his truck is missing. When you first met him, the truck surprised you. It’s not really flashy, or even new, for that matter, just an old, vintage Chevy that’s in completely perfect condition. It’s probably older than either of you, but you’d never know by how it looks. The more you get to know this man, the more the truck makes sense.

With the house empty, you can listen to music as loud as you want. You connect your phone to the speaker and Christmas music carries throughout the house in moments. Coffee in hand, you set out to get some of the decorations up while it’s just you. But, even with the music and the decorations, you’re feeling a little empty again. It’s not the same to be doing this all by yourself. You know, at least on some level, that you’re not totally alone. There’s also Jihoon and he isn’t going anywhere for the holidays. But, he obviously doesn’t like Christmas much if the lack of decorations or tree are anything to go by. Maybe you’re just a burden on him too.

Your phone dings and you look around for a minute before you find it on the table. The surprise of who’s texting you makes you unlock your phone right away.

Jihoon: Finished early and actually found a tree that works when I was driving home Jihoon: I hope that’s okay. I didn’t want it to be gone

There’s no explanation for the tears you’re blinking away. It’s not about picking out the tree. That part of Christmas hasn’t ever been an important part to you. Ever since you moved away, your parents got one before you flew in anyway. No, it’s more to do with the little you know about Jihoon and that truck. It’s almost like his child. He’s so careful about it. Somehow, Jun has managed to at least get to the point of being friends with him. Then again, Jun can wear anyone down. But, through Jun, you know how particular Jihoon can be about his truck. You distinctly remember Jun saying he wasn’t allowed to eat or drink in it (not that unusual) and that he had to brush off his shoes before getting in to avoid the dirt (a lot more unusual, especially someplace it snows). It probably doesn’t mean anything. It’s probably just your emotions about the change of holiday plans taking over. But, you’re overwhelmed that he’d pick up a tree and use his own truck.

You: oh, yeah! thanks! You: let me know you’re here and i’ll come help

The tree that Jihoon shows up with is completely perfect. Even still wrapped, you can tell that it’s going to be full. And that you’re going to have to work a little harder to get the branches to fall by Christmas. Not only did Jihoon use his truck to bring a tree back, he also has several bags of stuff, including a tree stand. It makes you wonder what he actually had to do this morning. It isn’t until you have to bring the tree in that you wonder how the hell you’re going to lift it into the house. That is, until Jihoon reaches through the branches and lifts up the tree. You try not to watch the way his muscles tense under his shirt. Fail miserably, actually, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He calls for you from the living room to help him fasten the tree into place. It’s a good thing, too, because you don’t really need to be dwelling on whether the guy who’s basically your landlord is hot or not.

Once the tree is up, he makes an excuse about needing to get some work done and disappears off to his studio. It had actually been really fun, even if it was short, to have Jihoon around and sharing in the space. It feels a little empty again. But, there’s still plenty of decorating to do. So you get to work. You’re hoping that somewhere in the process of decorating, it’ll start to feel a little more like Christmas. You consider calling Jun to answer his texts. Unfortunately, he knows your tones of voice better than you do. There’s no way you’ll be able to hide being sad. You can just fire off a couple quick texts to tell him about the tree and about how you’re decorating now.

An hour later, you’re kind of ready to give up. It’s just not going to feel like Christmas. Not when the joy and the sense of togetherness are missing. The second that you hear footsteps on the stairs, you wipe your eyes. The last thing you want is for Jihoon to see you crying. If he can tell, he doesn’t comment. Doesn’t say anything, actually. Just puts two bags down and starts sorting through ornaments, both old and clearly new. It’s the smallest gesture, yet you don’t feel so alone anymore.

“Do you want to listen to some music?” he finally asks to break the silence.

“Yeah, I can get a playlist,” you answer and reach for your phone.

“I have some, too. I’m not heartless,” he says with a chuckle.

“I never said…” you start, only to stop when he rests a hand on your arm.

“I was joking,” he says.

You’re not trying to be nosy, but you see him scroll through a few playlists while he’s looking for holiday music. “What were those?”

Jihoon looks up at you, confused, before looking back down at his phone. “Oh, nothing. Just stuff I’m working on.”

“I’d love to hear that,” you admit.

“What? The stuff that’s not done?” he asks, abandoning his search for a playlist.

“Well, yeah, but I meant the stuff you have finished,” you say.

“Oh, um, I don’t usually share that. I like to keep that separate,” he says awkwardly.

“It’s fine, I totally get it,” you say, brushing off any disappointment, and return to your focus on sorting through ornaments.

“Fuck it, sure. I’ll let you listen to some,” he says. Your head whips up with a beaming smile. And you have no way of knowing that it makes his heart stutter.

“Really?” you ask.

“Yeah, but if you hate them, don’t tell me,” he warns.

You hold out your pinky as a promise. Jihoon grumbles under his breath for a second before linking his pinky through yours as a promise. He scrolls back to one of the earlier playlists, keeps the name hidden from you, and hits play. The first song immediately puts you in a good mood. It’s upbeat and happy, full of good life advice. Just the type of thing you need right now. One song flows into the next and you’re smiling without even realizing it, singing along to songs that you can’t believe you know. Can’t believe this quiet man has so much talent. Can’t believe he works on such popular songs and still lives a simple life in a shared house with roommates that are way too loud.

It’s him that starts the conversation up again, seemingly unable to stop himself from asking for your thoughts. It’s the most animated you’ve ever seen him, asking for your opinions and talking about his process. The more you listen, the more he seems to have to say. At times, you’re not even sure that you hear what he’s saying. This animated side to him has you so entranced that you think you’d do anything to keep him speaking. Keep him smiling like this.

The house feels a lot warmer now that you’re decorating together and talking about anything under the sun. Talking about music seems to have opened him up to talking about a lot of things. About his interests, books he’s reading, games he likes to play. You find there are actually a lot of those things that you have in common. You have similar taste in books and in games, even offer to lend some books to him. He makes you promise that it’ll be an even trade so that he feels better about it.

When dinner time comes around, he suggests ordering delivery. You agree, but only on the condition that you can figure out a Christmas menu over dinner. That signature sigh and eye roll make another appearance, like he’s so exasperated by the process. It’s less effective now that you’re starting to know him better. A part of you thinks that it might even be an action reserved for people he cares about, even if that care is only small. But, you’re starting to learn how to play the game too. You pout at him and make your eyes as big as you can when you ask the second time. Before you can ask the third time, he relents and agrees.

With your favorite food spread out in front of you, from a place he’s somehow never tried, you start to make a list of your favorite Christmas dishes. Thankfully, some of your favorite things seem to line up and otherwise, Jihoon doesn’t really mind what you have. Once, he reminds you that there are only two of you, so you don’t need to go overboard. You’re quick to point out that leftovers are great and that your housemates come back shortly after Christmas. Again, he finds himself giving in to what you want.

You’re watching him clean up the boxes and considering your next question. “Can I ask you something?”

“You just did,” he points out, back still to you.

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “You’re such a dick.”

“Now is that any way to speak to your landlord?” he teases, finally turning around.

“That’s actually what I wanted to ask you,” you say.

“If you can call me a dick?” he wonders and you laugh.

“No,” you manage. “No. I wanted to know…well, you’re obviously successful. Why live in a house with so many loud housemates?”

Jihoon looks thoughtful for a moment, turns around to continue throwing things out. You think he’s not going to answer when he comes to sit down across from you again. “I like the chaos. It's good for me. I don’t just mean because it inspires me. It does. But, it’s also good. I get a little in my head, if you haven’t noticed. I don’t always have the easiest time getting out. There’s always someone around here.”

“You secretly like us,” you coo because you’re not sure what else to say.

“I regret telling you,” he says and huffs.

“I’m kidding, Ji. I really like living here, even if you scared me at first. It feels like a weird, dysfunctional family,” you say.

“Do I still?” he asks, oddly serious.

“What? Scare me?”

“Yeah.”

“No, you don’t. I think you’re actually a lot softer than you want us to realize,” you say and watch his face. “Don’t worry, Ji, your secret’s safe with me.”

“Is that nickname going to stick?” he wonders.

“That depends. Do you like it?”

“Would it matter if I said no?”

“Of course it would.”

He looks away and clears his throat. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was a little shy or embarrassed. “I do like it.”

“I’ll be sure to use it a lot, then,” you say. More tease, really. You’re curious to see how he reacts and you’re not disappointed. There’s a slight blush to his cheeks. If you could see his ears through his hair, you think those would be tinged red as well.

It takes him a minute to regain his composure. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re exhausting?”

“How do you think I manage to keep up with Jun?” you fire back.

“He adores you, you know,” Jihoon says and it’s the softest you’ve seen him while talking about another person.

“I’m glad because I adore him, too,” you say without even thinking about it. “Although, sometimes he acts like the brother I definitely never wanted.”

Jihoon actually laughs at that, a real laugh, and the sound is so pretty. “The brother you never wanted. How does he feel about that?”

“Fine because I also tell him that sometimes he’s the brother I did want. So it evens out,” you reason.

“You see him like family?” he asks, an unplaceable emotion on his face.

“Yeah,” you answer immediately.

“Why didn’t you take his offer to go home with him for the holidays?”

That’s not the question you’re expecting. It makes you frown a little. You had forgotten, just for a moment, that this year was different. “Oh, well, I don’t know. Jun is family to me and I do love him like he’s my brother. But, um, I guess it’s that he’s family to me. Not his family. I like them and they’re great, but it would feel like intruding to have accepted. Like I was someone they had to make feel welcome, a guest. Not someone who was actually part of everything.”

“I get that,” he says.

“Why do you stay here on Christmas?” you wonder, venturing further into knowing him.

His shoulders slump a little bit, like he’s not really happy with how this turned either. “I don’t really talk to a lot of my family anymore.”

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t…” you start and he waves you off.

“No, no, it’s fine. You asked me about being successful and still living here with housemates. I told you most of the story, but not all of it,” he admits.

Without thinking about it, you get up from your chair to sit beside him. Put your hand on his arm to let him know that he doesn’t have to share this part of himself if he doesn’t want to or if he’s not ready. But, he insists he wants to share it with you now that you’ve also heard some of his music. His grandfather owned his house and got it from his grandfather before him. Jihoon had always been close to his grandparents. He was the only grandkid to come around and help them with things. His grandmother would try to teach him how to cook, even though he was never very good. She also taught him all sorts of games, that’s where he got a lot of that from. His grandfather taught him how to fix a car himself, how to fix things around the house, just how to be able to rely on yourself. They were the first ones that he told about wanting to make music and the first to encourage him even when the rest of the family thought it was stupid. They were the first ones to find out he’d gotten his first shot at just seventeen years old. They were the ones who taught him how to be careful with his money, to not blow it all because you never knew when the next shot would come. In the end, it wasn’t even old age that took them. A car accident on a snowy night took his grandmother. He lost his grandfather six months later from a broken heart.

It’s hard to remember that time because they were everything to him. He hadn’t even realized that they had changed their Will. That they had rewritten it to leave everything to him. If he had known, he never would have accepted it. But, there was a letter, too, confirming his grandfather had been of sound mind when they changed it. It went on to say that Jihoon was the only one in the family that came around just because he wanted to. So, he was the only one they felt could care for their legacy after they were gone. Something like that, it brings out the worst in people. Jihoon’s family was no different. First, they all insisted that he should share it, that they were owed part of it by blood. And then, they started to realize that he had his own success already. That he was selling songs and working with more people. They didn’t know who, exactly, because he never told him his pseudonym for producing, but the final letter from his grandfather mentioned how proud they had been. It got even uglier from there. Family members he’d never spoken to came out of the woodwork asking for favors or saying he should help. He had the means to do it, by his own success and the inheritance. In the end, he wound up cutting most of them out unless they were able to understand that they weren’t entitled to something he earned.

“So that’s why I stay here, it’s just easier,” he finishes.

You’re not even sure when you started crying, but you turn away to wipe your eyes. It’s not even your sadness. When you turn back, you find Jihoon looking closed-off. It breaks your heart all over again as you reach out to him. “Nobody should have to deal with that. What they did, what they put you through, it’s awful.”

“We all have history, right?” he asks. “I just don’t like to share it because I don’t want to be questioning if people like me for me or for what I could do for them.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I still see you as a former grumpy cat, secret softie and my…” you start, but trail off, trying to find the right word.

“Landlord?” he suggests through a humorless laugh. It makes your eyes soften at him.

“No, friend,” you decide.

“I just dumped a bunch of trauma on you and you wanna be my friend?” he asks, partly self-deprecating, partly hopeful.

“You don’t seem so bad,” you shrug.

“I guess we’ll see,” he says softly.

The rest of the night is lighter, mostly with you trying to figure out more things he likes as subtly as possible. He laughs when you come downstairs with the presents you’re saving until Christmas to open because he can tell Jun’s right away. You don’t tell him that you’ve already ordered half a dozen small things that’ll be at the house by Christmas Eve so that you can wrap them all up for him. You just want to see his face.

Two days before Christmas, you and Jihoon finish off the decorations and pick up groceries. Well, you’re the one who picks up groceries after insisting on splitting the bill. Jihoon has another mysterious errand that he has to run. Even though you really want to know, you decide to let him have his secrets. At least for now. You’re beginning to understand that he trusts you and he’ll tell you whatever it is when he’s ready, if it even has anything to do with you at all.

When the morning of Christmas Eve dawns, you’re actually excited. The past few days have been a whirlwind, and you’re definitely not done, but the house feels like Christmas. Three days ago you never would have thought Jihoon was enough to bring that holiday joy into the house. Now, you’re so insanely thankful that he’s gone above and beyond. Without anyone else around, or any other distractions, it’s been like a crash course in getting to know each other. There’s so much more to him than you ever realized.

The day passes in a haze of cooking, wrapping last minute presents, and laughter. Lots of laughter. You’ve heard Jihoon laugh more in the last couple days than in the entire time you’ve lived here. Not for the first time, you think it’s a wonderful sound and wish he’d laugh more. It’s easy to understand why he doesn’t, why he’s so guarded, but still. A person can dream.

With all the food prepped and the tree perfectly decorated, you decide it’s time to put your additional presents underneath. Jihoon huffs when you say you just got him a few small things you thought he’d like, before returning with a handful of presents for you. Every fiber of your being wants to give him shit over it. But, it’s Christmas, so you just call a truce instead. And light up like a kid when he suggests starting a fire in the fireplace.

“I’ll go make adult hot cocoa,” you tell him when he starts crumpling up old newspapers for the base of the fire.

“Adult hot cocoa?” he asks, face scrunched up like he’s adorably confused.

“Unless you just want the non-alcoholic version,” you offer.

“I’ll at least try it,” he concedes. His smile is soft when you squeal and run off to the kitchen.

By the time you’ve melted the chocolate (because who uses a premade mix in a kitchen this nice?), Jihoon has the fire going and is sitting on the couch. You’re about to ask why he’s scrolling his phone when he presses a button and Christmas music softly starts playing through the speakers. You hand over his mug and watch as he takes a sip. Even if he tries to hide it, you can tell he loves it and your smile is victorious. Probably why he tries to hide it.

You’re onto your second mug and asking Jihoon to find a blanket so that you can sit on the floor in front of the couch. It’s easier to stretch out closer to the fire. As is his way, he whines about how it’ll be too warm, even though you tell him he doesn’t have to sit with you. Still, he gets the blanket and plops down right next to you, so close that you’re almost touching. It only takes a couple minutes before he’s complaining that it’s really warm and then pulling off his sweatshirt. Your retort dies on your lips when you turn your head to the side and see the way the sweatshirt pulls his t-shirt up on the way. Or how muscular his arms look now that they’re exposed. You’re thankful that you look away before he catches you.

It’s quiet between the two of you as you watch the flames dance in the fireplace. There’s only comfort now, unlike a few days ago. That strikes you. Has it only been a few days since this man was something of a stranger to you? It almost feels like a lifetime ago. When you turn your head to him, you find he’s already looking at you.

“Can I admit something?” you ask.

“Course,” he says softly.

“I’m really glad I decided to stay here for Christmas,” you say, equally softly. You want to take a mental image of the smile that follows.

“Can I admit something, too?” he asks. You only nod. “I’m really glad you did too. This is the best Christmas I’ve had in years and it’s still only Christmas Eve.”

Before you can think better of it, you lean forward and kiss his cheek. Just for a second. Then you drop your head to his shoulder and let out a sigh. It’s the most content you’ve felt in a long time. Jihoon adjusts his arm, and you worry he doesn’t want your head on his shoulder, until he just moves it along the edge of the couch. It lets you lean against him easier, so you scoot a little closer and settle again. After another minute, he rests his head on top of yours. Without even seeming to realize it, his arm curls around your shoulder, holding you tight to him. It makes you acutely aware of his body next to yours. Moments ago, you were thinking that you could fall asleep like this. Now, you’re wide awake.

He must sense some kind of change because he pulls his head up. “Are you okay?”

His voice is so gentle, so full of concern. You wonder how he can sound so calm when your brain is overthinking everything. “Yeah, I just, I don’t know. Being close to you like this is really nice and not at all what I was expecting.”

Jihoon reaches out to tilt your chin up so that he can look you in the eyes. “It doesn’t have to be something you’re not expecting. It is nice to be close to you like this.”

That’s the other thing you can’t really believe has changed so much in a matter of days. This man is a walking contradiction in so many ways. Grumpy as a default, yet so incredibly soft. The most private person you’ve met, yet willing to share why he struggles with Christmas. Rough around the edges, yet also unfailingly kind. Constantly wearing oversized clothes, yet secretly really fit. Okay, maybe that’s not so much a contradiction as you checking him out.

“What if I was open to it being more than just being close?” you venture.

“How much is in your adult hot cocoa?” he asks, with some obvious difficulty.

“Enough to make me a little more honest, maybe, but not even enough to get buzzed on,” you answer.

“Then, I can say if you’re open to more than just being close, I really fucking want to kiss you,” he says. “I have all day.”

“Just all day?” you tease. He gives you an unimpressed look. “What are you waiting for?”

“You to say it’s okay,” he says and leans closer to you.

“It’s okay, Ji,” you whisper, lips already nearly touching.

You’re expecting a soft kiss, are as prepared for that as you can be. And it starts off relatively soft, like he’s testing the waters. It quickly morphs into anything, but soft. It’s the kind of kiss that sets your entire body on fire. The kind of kiss that steals your breath and becomes the only thing you need. It’s steady and desperate, all at the same time. You’re not even sure how your hands find their way into his hair that curls along his neck. It’s even softer than you imagined it would be.

“So, is this your move?” you ask, pulling away just long enough to catch your breath.

“What?” he asks. His lips are already a little swollen.

“Getting the fire going with a little music on in the background,” you tease.

“Trust me,” he begins, punctuating his words with featherlight kisses along your neck. “I’ve never gone to this much trouble for anyone and it definitely wasn’t to get here.”

The confession is so honest. So serious. It’s completely at odds with your teasing. But, should you really expect anything else from Jihoon? He can tease with the best of them, for sure. The last few days he’s also shown that you bring out an honesty that surprises him. You’re not sure if you trust yourself to speak, so you just pull his face up to kiss him again. It’s kind of an uncomfortable position, leaning against the couch, but you’re also not really sure if you care. That is, you’re not sure you care until he turns to pull you into his lap. It’s a little awkward and you have to break the kiss to get settled. Once you’re settled, though, it’s much nicer to be straddled across him like this. Much easier to press your chest into his and keep tangling your fingers in his hair. Much easier for him to wrap his arms around you like he doesn’t want you to go anywhere. You want to tell him that there’s nowhere else in the world you’d rather be.

As you kiss him, you let your hands wander down his arms. There’s a safety in being held by him. There’s a strength to him you really never realized, kind of quiet like he is, a little unassuming. The kind of strength that sneaks up on you when you’re not really expecting it. Not only does every part of your body respond to him, but your mind does too. It’s just safe. You’re not sure how you know, you just do. He’s the kind of person that you can really trust to see all of you and still accept you. It’s entirely too much to be feeling about someone this fast, so you push that aside. When you inch your bodies closer together, your core drags across him and sends an ache through you. You do it several more times, back and forth, craving that friction.

“Fuck,” he hisses out.

“I’m sorry, is that too much?” you worry. Suddenly a little self-conscious that there’s been some kind of miscommunication.

He grabs your chin and pulls you back to look into his eyes. “No. It’s never too much. I want whatever you’re willing to give me.”

“But, you don’t know what I’m…” you start. His eyes are serious, intense. You’re burning up and it has nothing to do with the fire.

“Whatever you’re willing to give me, I’ll happily take it. Even if that means it doesn’t go past this,” he reassures you.

“I think I want it all,” you whisper.

“You think you do, or you actually do?” he asks.

You study him for a moment, looking for signs that he’s going to hurry off or something. With one of his hands, he’s tracing patterns against your thigh through the material of your pants. Everything about him seems sincere. Everything seems steady.

“I do.”

It’s a different smile he gives you then, one that says he’s relieved, maybe even a little surprised. One that says he’s genuinely happy. But, most of all, one that says he just wants whatever the night turns into.

“Let’s go upstairs, I don’t want you hurting your knees like this,” he says softly.

You look over your shoulder at the fireplace and he follows your gaze. “We should…”

“I’ll take care of that, just go upstairs. To my room,” he says and you suppress a slight shudder at being told what to do. You kind of like that side of him. “Get comfortable, I’ll just be a minute.”

You get off his lap, quietly thankful for his consideration of your knees and kiss him softly. It’s also easy to see that he’s giving you a little bit of time to be sure. To clear your head away from the tree and the fire and the holiday everything. It’s time you don’t need because you’re definitely sure. The second you step foot through his door, you realize that you’ve never been in his bedroom before. It’s beautifully decorated in a way that screams him. When you sit down on the edge of the bed, you sigh. It’s so comfortable.

This part hasn’t ever been the easiest for you, the waiting for someone to come into the room and knowing what’s going to happen. But, you do know what’s happening and sitting there completely clothed seems silly. In the end, you settle for leaving your sleeveless shirt and underwear on, but taking everything else off, including your bra. You just have time to sit back against the bed when he walks through the door and closes it behind him. Force of habit, you assume, since there isn’t anyone else home. His eyes drink you in, scanning down your body and all your curves. It’s so immediately comfortable that you don’t have the urge to cover back up.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he utters and it makes you blush a little. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Not in a while when I’ve been this undressed,” you answer quietly with your head down.

You feel the bed dip and look up at him, sitting right in front of you. “That’s crazy. You’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever known.”

“You’re so sweet,” you say with a smile.

“It’s what you deserve,” he says and gets back off the bed.

It’s his turn to remove the layers, stopping when all he has are his boxer briefs. You fight back a gasp (and lose, as is evident by his smirk) when he takes off his shirt. What the fuck?

“Jihoon, what the fuck? Come here,” you request. He listens, but takes his time. When he’s within your reach, you run your fingers along his stomach. Trace each ab muscle like you can’t believe this is what’s been under the shirt the whole time.

“I work about a bit,” he shrugs and you roll your eyes.

“A bit, he says,” you tease back.

“Can I get in the bed now? Or do I have to stay here?” he asks.

“You can get in bed, but I want to be in your lap again,” you state.

“Fine by me,” he readily agrees.

There’s a weird sense of time with him. You could kiss him for hours, may just do that. It also feels like it’s only been seconds when you pull back to catch your breath. You delight in the way he hisses when you run your nails down his stomach. Yelp when he smacks your ass in response. But, it doesn’t stop you from doing it again, maybe just so you can get another smack. You tell him not to be too gentle with you and he groans. There’s still that little bit of clothing between you, though, and it’s hard to get the friction you need.

It’s like he senses what you want, or maybe what you need, and he positions you over one of his thighs. Helps you move back and forth to find a rhythm. It gives you that friction that you’ve been craving. He peppers kisses all over, trying to find the places that you like. Lingers wherever gets the best noises out of you. All while you grind against his thigh. When you think it can’t get better, he pulls your shirt up over your head and casts it aside. He rolls one of your nipples between his fingers. The look on his face when you arch into his fingers is so satisfied. It makes him carry on while also kissing across your chest.

“Fuck, Ji, if I keep this up I’m gonna come on your thigh,” you whimper.

“So do it,” he answers.

“I can’t, that’s…” you start, cutting off when he sucks hard into the skin of your breast. “Fuck!”

“That’s what?” he prompts, returning to your nipple.

“I can’t come just from this,” you mutter lamely. It makes you feel like a teenager.

“Then I better help because I want you to make a mess,” he says.

Before you can protest, he’s kissing you again. His thumb hooks into your underwear and rubs across your clit in time with you rocking. It’s too much all at once. Too much stimulation. Too close. Too different. It all works, though, because you’re coming undone in seconds. Making a mess of his thigh just like he wanted. Screaming out his name and thankful to know nobody else can hear you. You lean forward to rest your forehead against his, trying to steady your breathing.

“That was so hot,” he whispers into the limited space between you.

“I’ve never gotten off like that before,” you admit.

“I wonder if there’s anything else I can pull out of you for the first time,” he says.

“Like what?” you wonder.

“I guess we’ll see,” he answers

“I think it’s time for me to take care of you,” you say.

He kisses you gently and pulls away. “Not yet.”

“But,” you start, only to cut off when he flips the two of you over.

The shock over being completely manhandled by Jihoon is all you register until you feel his fingers by your hips, tugging your ruined underwear down your legs. All you can do is watch as he kisses from your ankle all the way up your inner thigh and down the other side. When he pulls himself back up your body to settle between your legs, you shiver. Try to play it off as his breath against your cunt, still slick. You watch as he spreads your lips open so that he can lick into you.

“Fuck, Ji,” you whine out.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” he urges before diving into you again.

You’re expecting it to be a little frenzied. Not that you’ve never enjoyed getting eaten out, but you just kind of see it as foreplay to get through. That was before Jihoon, apparently. He takes his time, carefully builds you up again. Has you begging for something more. Has you uttering phrases that don’t make any sense. Has you seeing stars in the darkness of the room. Has you feeling the loss when he removes his mouth.

“No, Ji, please,” you beg. “Your tongue feels so good.”

“I know,” he says and then he’s kissing you.

He keeps kissing you as he runs a finger through your wetness, once and then again. Keeps kissing you when he slides his finger inside of you. Nips at your lip when you moan at the addition of his second finger. You can feel how tightly you’re coiled from the build up with his tongue. The way he fucks his fingers into you, you know you won’t last long. It’s hard and fast and as desperate as you felt moments ago when you begged for him. He’s relentless, even when your walls grip his fingers and your toes start to curl. You come so hard on his finger that he actually has you squirting. And honestly, he’s got you blacking out a little bit too.

“Jesus fucking christ,” you curse when he falls beside you. “Your fingers, your mouth, oh my god.”

“I’d ask if it was good, but I think I know the answer,” he chuckles.

You swat at his chest, but he catches your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. So tender that it takes the bite out of your next statement. “Fuck off.”

“Your body is so amazing, I could watch you come every day and never get sick of it,” he admits.

You prop yourself up on an elbow to look at him. He’s laying on his back, hand casually running over his already hard dick through his briefs. You move his hand and free him. There’s a hunger in his gaze as he watches you spit into your hand and start running it along his shaft.

“Go slow,” he requests and you look at up at him. “Watching you is so hot that I’m a little wound up. And I still want to fuck you.”

“Jihoon, you’ve already…” you start.

“Please. You can take care of me anytime. I want to feel you around me,” he whispers. It’s not quite a beg, but it’s close. All you can do is nod okay. “I need to hear you.”

“Yes, Ji, I want you to fuck me,” you say.

He rolls over on the bed to reach into the bedside table and rustles around for a minute. The sign before he rolls back over sounds bad. “I don’t have a condom. It’s, uh, well it’s been awhile.”

“It’s okay,” you say.

“I guess maybe this will have to…” he starts.

“No, I mean it’s fine. I’m on birth control and it’s been awhile for me too, so it’s fine. I trust you,” you say, finding you do actually trust him.

“Are you sure?” he checks.

“Fuck, yes, please. I don’t care that you’ve made me come twice already, please fuck me,” you insist and it works. He smiles and slides his briefs off.

In another second, he’s positioning himself between your legs again. You lay back against the pillow behind your head and just look up at him, so impossibly fond. It’s too soon to be this fond. But, you see the same look in his eyes, so maybe you’re not alone. He lines himself up and drags his tip against your entrance. Opens the lube you hadn’t even noticed and takes it into his hand. He lets it warm up for a second before running his hand over his dick. Then, he’s back at your entrance and slowly pressing into you. He takes his time letting you adjust, watches your face for signs that it’s okay. He leans forward to kiss you and it’s so gentle you want to cry.

You’re glad this is slow, that he’s taking his time. It’s not that you’re inexperienced, it’s just that you can’t remember the last time you felt this comfortable with anyone. You’re not sure you’ve ever known how nice it was to just look into someone’s eyes while you’re fucking. Not sure you’ve wanted to be this close. Jihoon’s body is pressed against yours as he thrusts into you, but it’s still not enough. You wrap your legs around his hips, run your fingers down his back, arch into him. Anything to meld your bodies together that much more. He’s not as vocal now, but you’re probably taking care of that for both of you. You can see all the things he wants to say in the eyes that stay trained on you.

His thrusts start to get a little off rhythm and your moans become more broken. “Fuck, Ji, yes! Right there.”

“I’m gonna fucking come, oh my god,” he moans out.

“Me too,” you whine. “Fuck, it’s too much.”

“Come for me, please, I need to feel you,” he very nearly begs.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” you scream out.

Your whole body shudders and you sort of register the praise coming from Jihoon. He follows right behind you, releasing into you. You can tell he’s trying to keep his weight off of you, but you pull him to just let go. Reluctantly, he settles his body down on top of yours. The weight is pleasant and being close to him is even better. After a moment, his breathing falls into line with yours. It’s several moments longer before he carefully pulls out of you and rolls to the side.

“Wow,” he says. You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Yeah,” you agree.

It’s much later than usual for you by the time you wake up on Christmas morning. But, it had been late by the time you and Jihoon had gotten cleaned up and back in bed. Even later by the time you stopped wanting to talk while all cuddled up. When you wake up, you feel his chest pressed into your back and his arm draped across your body. The second you start to move, his arm tightens and he somehow pulls you closer to him. He presses kiss into your hair.

“Merry Christmas,” he says, voice thick with sleep.

“Merry Christmas,” you answer.

He adjusts behind you and you realize he’s a little hard again, pressing into your ass. Even though you know it’s not fair, you wiggle your ass against him. You’re more than a little surprised when he bucks, just once, into you in response.

“Sorry, I’m sure you’re a little sore this morning,” he says, still hoarse.

“Not so sore,” you answer, pressing back again.

“Don’t you want to see what’s under the tree?” he asks, the teasing clear in his voice.

You turn over so you’re facing him. “I think I’d rather unwrap this present first.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groans. But, he pulls you against him all the same, clearly not opposed.

Once you’re both showered again and dressed, you pad downstairs and straight into the kitchen to find Jihoon is already at the counter getting the coffee going. He looks so cute with his messy, wet hair, that you can’t help yourself. You have to come up and hug him from behind. Place a kiss between his shoulder blades and then rest your head. All he can do is just put a hand over yours.

“What do you want for breakfast?” you ask when you pull away.

“The cinnamon rolls you insisted we had to have,” he says like it’s obvious.

By the time you get those in the oven, he’s handing you a perfect cup of coffee, exactly the way you like it. It feels like neither of you can be physically separated. Hands finding each other as you move around the kitchen. Little kisses as you pass by. Just drawn together like magnets. Once the cinnamon rolls come out, and you add the extra icing that you insisted on, the two of you head to the living room.

You think you were supposed to text or call Jun when you open his present, but you’re a little stuck on opening the things Jihoon got you at the last minute. He insists that you go first and open your presents so that he can see your reaction. The first couple are silly, but thoughtful. Just little things that show he’s actually been paying attention to you much longer than you realized. Not that he had some kind of crush or anything, just that he pays attention when people talk. When you think you’re done, he pulls out a small box.

“I wanted you to open this last,” he says in response to your confused look.

It’s a small box, very nicely wrapped. You open it to find a beautiful necklace, simple and stunning. Exactly the kind of thing you like to wear. But, exactly the type of thing you can’t accept. “JIhoon, it’s beautiful. But, you must know it’s too much. I can’t take this.”

“I didn’t spend anything on it,” he assures you and slides closer so he can look down at it in the box. “It was my grandmother’s. And before you say you can’t take it again, she’d want someone to have it. She wanted to pass her jewelry on, but was so sick of our family. I think she’d really like you, so I want you to have it.”

“Thank you,” you say softly and lean forward to kiss him.

Watching Jihoon open the little things that you got him is everything you hoped it would be. He’s so appreciative of each thing, even if they seem small to you. They’re all things he says he really needs. To him, that’s one of the best kinds of gifts because it shows that you’re listening. It shows that you want to make someone else’s life just a little easier. It nearly makes you emotional when he’s the one opening things.

You want to stay curled up on the couch with Jihoon forever, watching stupid Christmas movies and invading his personal space. He grumbles a little at you clinging to him, but pouts the second you pull away. Sadly, you have to get up to start some of the cooking for Christmas dinner. Jihoon offers to help, knows you’re feeling a little sore, and you wave him off. Cooking at Christmas is one of your favorite things. You get your music going and don’t even register anything else. You don’t hear his footsteps or his voice talking to someone.

“Hey, Ji? Do you think I should make all the rolls? Probably, right?” you ask and turn around to see he’s standing in the doorway holding his phone up.

“Did my bestie just call you Ji?” a voice asks from the phone.

“Uh, yeah,” Jihoon answers and closes the distance to you. He hands over the phone. “Jun was looking for you.”

“Oh, hi, Junie! How’s your parents’?” you ask. His eyes scan you and you look down too late. You’re not wearing your shirt, it’s one of Jihoon’s that you stole because it was more comfortable.

“Not as good as it is there, apparently,” Jun says with a giggle.

“Oh, well, you see…” you start and Jun is cackling.

“I’ll let you get back to cooking, but expect to have a long conversation when I’m home,” he says once he stops laughing.

“You sound like my parent,” you whine.

“Just try and tell me there’s nothing to talk about,” Jun challenges and you look over at Jihoon sitting at the kitchen table.

“I can’t,” you say, still looking at him.

“I knew it,” Jun says, triumphant. “Give the phone back to Ji…”

“You don’t get to call me that,” Jihoon chimes in.

“So much to talk about,” Jun repeats as you hand the phone back over.

The rest of the afternoon passes too quickly. Jihoon stays in the kitchen with you when you have to cook and lounges on the couch with you watching movies when you’re waiting for things to finish. He helps wherever he can and genuinely seems to appreciate the effort that you’re taking. Well, he appreciates it almost as much as the dinner itself when you sit down to eat. Without question, it’s the best Christmas you can remember. It turns out that maybe you were right all along. Christmas wasn’t about presents or specific people or anything. It was about feeling joy and thankful and just a deep connection with whoever you were with. It makes you realize you do need to talk to Jihoon, though.

After dinner, the two of you settle back on the couch with a glass of wine. His free hand traces patterns into your legs that are across his lap. “Hey, so about what Jun said…”

“Jun is an idiot,” Jihoon brushes off.

“He is, but he also has a point. There’a a lot to talk about,” you say. He turns his head to look at you.

“I meant what I said last night, I’ll take whatever you want to give me,” he says and takes another sip of wine.

“But, that’s so…I don’t know,” you start, searching for the words.

He just shrugs like you’re talking about something so simple. Maybe you are. “I’m pretty open about things when I’m comfortable. I’m also kind of an all in or all out guy. I don’t know, that’s probably too much. I’m happy with whatever you’re comfortable giving me.”

“You’re going to make me fall for you, Lee Jihoon,” you tease lightly. You’re also testing a little bit.

He smiles at you, that soft one that makes his eyes crinkle. “That doesn’t sound so bad to me.”

“I guess it doesn’t,” you agree.

“Thank you for being the best thing about Christmas in a long time,” he says. So honest. It’s so simple, too.

“It’s been perfect,” you agree. “The only thing that could make it better is…”

“Snow,” he interrupts.

“Yeah,” you agree.

He shakes his head and points to the window. “No, it’s snowing.”

You turn your head to follow his finger and see he’s right. Snow falls in light, beautiful swirls just outside the window. You can’t remember the last white Christmas you had, even living somewhere it snows.

“Wow, this really is the perfect Christmas,” you whisper.

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wqnwoos · 6 months

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jihoon has always thought you become a little like a cat when you’re sleepy.

like now, curled against his side with eyes that droop, but still stubbornly refusing to go to bed. just to the end of the episode, you claim, but he’s not even sure you’re watching. you seem more preoccupied with resting your head against him.

which is when he realises the slightly awkward position you’re trying to force yourself into, and his brows furrow, watching you crane your neck in a way that cannot be comfortable. “babe,” he says, finally, “what are you doing?”

you wince visibly. sending him a slightly sheepish glance and halting your motions, you mumble out a load of nothing, and he quirks an eyebrow.

“don’t laugh,” you say, preemptively, and he nods, automatically locking his pinky in yours when you brandish yours in front of his face. still, the embarrassment lingers on your features, and you look away from him as you answer.

“was just trying to listen to your heartbeat,” you admit, voice small.

jihoon truly can’t help it; the smile that breaks out on his face is both instantaneous and unstoppable.

“you said you wouldn’t laugh!” you cry out indignantly, burying your face in your hands, and it takes everything in him to suppress the bubbling chuckle.

“didn’t laugh!” he says, but he’s still grinning broadly. “i’m smiling! not laughing!”

“you’re mean.”

“and you’re adorable,” he counters, as you finally emerge from the skin of your palms. he pats your head once, then, and shifts around a little — guiding your head back to its previous position, but now it’s easier to access. “there,” he murmurs, satisfied, and watching as your eyes grow heavy again with another of those endeared smiles. “listen all you want.”

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ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⋆˙. let me protect you instead

★ ㅤㅤpairing ; bf!jihoon x reader (student!jihoon x student!reader) ★ ㅤㅤsummary ; in which jihoon comes to save you when you're at your lowest ★ ㅤㅤthemes ; established relationship, fluff, comfort fic ★ ㅤㅤwarnings ; mentions of trauma, traumatic relationship with parents, reader cries, cursing ★ ㅤㅤword count ; 1.05k ★ ㅤㅤtaglist ; @nonononranghaee ★ ㅤㅤa/n ; i hate how there's literaly no jihoon fluff fics :( so decided to take matters in my own hands 🗣🗣 likes and reblogs are appreciated! <3

We most certainly didn’t plan a movie night to be going about on such a horrible, pouring day. “Such luck,” you scoffed to yourself, positioning the pillows on the couch, placing the snacks on the small table Jihoon had bought for you when you first started living alone. It was a simple, yet elegant circular table that had such attractive engravings on it.

You didn’t particularly hate rainy days, just the thunder that came with it; that was the dreadful part.

Ding.

“I might be late today, got extra work at the studio. I’ll try to be there by ’15. Love you.”

I loud sigh escaped your mouth. You didn’t really care that he was going to be late; just the fact that he’s working overtime again – fourth time this week. But then again, it’s Jihoon, its not anything new to him. Moments like this take you back to your high school memories – when you first met Jihoon as a transfer student at your school.

You were walking home from school, after yet another long, exhausting day at cram school. Oh how you wanted to head home, grab a big cup of hot chocolate, and just sleep.

Deciding to grab some hot chocolate powder, you set foot in the convenience store by your house. Greeting the part-time worker who seemed to be about a year or two older than you, you make your way towards the appropriate section, getting a hold of a packet of the powder. “Wouldn’t hurt to get some marsh mellows I suppose..” You grinned.

You rush to get a spot at the queue to pay, leaving the store at that. Walking back, you spot a familiar student surrounded by a group of senior at your school. The first thought that came up in your head was just to ignore. Ignore them. Don’t get involved.

“Hey!” You yelled, most likely impulsively – earning confused stares from the the same seniors that were trying to bully the student. Oh, for fuck’s sake, here we go again.

You walk towards the boy, grabbing his wrist; you stand in front of him. In attempt to leave the place, you take a step ahead, just for the way to be blocked my one of the seniors. He wore a cap the wrong way around, trying to look “cool”. What a generation, you sighed.

“What do you think you’re doing? We were talking with him?” He started.

7:58 pm. Nah, I’ve got no time for this.

I ignored their comment and lead the student some place away from them, receiving absurd scoffs from them.

I turn to him, “Are you okay?” I ask him, ignoring my racing heart. Obviously, you didn’t think you’d get away with such a thing. You expected a fight or something like that; you planned on taking a run for it. His stare bore through you. “Don’t worry, they’re gone now.” You whispered to him, which was met with small sigh. “Was it relief?” you thought to yourself.

You walked with him for a while.

Silence.

Not one of us dared to utter a word.

Yeah, I’m not having this, you thought to yourself. “I’m Y/N,” you started in attempt to loosen the mood, hoping to start a conversation. “What’s your name?”

“Jihoon.” A small mumble. His voice was cute. This is when you actually looked up to him. The street lights helped along the way; you looked at him. He was charming. Charming in the cute sort of way. The way his round face appropriately fit with the rest of his features.

Did your heart just skip a beat?

“If those seniors ever bully you again, tell me. I’ll protect you!” You stood in front of him, hand on your chest as a sort of pledge, earning a small smile, later fading.

Guess you didn’t realize that he went from a stranger to someone who you couldn’t stop thinking about.

The rain started to beat down further, accompanied by the rumbling roars of the thunder. You were alarmed. You hated thunder storms. You hated them so fucking much.

It reminded you of terrifying memories. It reminded you of your parents. You thought it would stop re-appearing after you walked out of their lives. Guess it didn’t. Guess you’ll never forget how they made you feel.

You sat down, knees against your chest, your hands placed on your ears in attempt to block out the sounds. Tears welled up in my eyes. You hated how your anger turned into tears.

It felt like hell.

“Congratulations! You survived the war! Now, live with the trauma.” That. That’s it. It lingers, forever.

Another spur of tears raced forward, just to be stopped by someone.

Jihoon.

That was the end. You didn’t like being like this – especially in front of him. You were supposed to be the one protecting him. You didn’t want him to see you feel weak. You didn’t want him to see you at your worst.

It wasn’t sobs now, but tears. “It’s okay, It’s okay,” He soothed, rubbing circles onto my back, engulfing me into a hug. “Everything’s okay,”

But it wasn’t. Everything was ruined.

“Let me protect you instead, Y/N.”

That was when you knew – when you knew he was the one.

I was surrounded by a few students, maybe older than I?

“Hey! Aren’t you the new transfer student?” One spoke. I nodded.

“Do you want to join the new basketball team? We’re looking for more players from Class 11.” Another spoke. “Basketball?” I spoke out, receiving a nod from the seniors.

“Well,” I started, only to be cut off by a girl, rushing towards us.

“Hey!” Everyone from this school is actually insane, I thought. What I nearly didn’t expect at all was her to grab my wrist. She was talking for me. She was standing up for me.

Cute.

Never did I believe in fate. But there it was. A meeting of fate. I suppose I fell for her without even realizing I did.

And suddenly, all the love songs were about you.

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writingmeraki · 2 months

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unsaid, unkept, ugly emotions.

a seventeen vocal unit imagines !

IN WHICH, the uglier side of feeling too much getting more messier than it already is for both parties involved.

(or in which for different reasons, it just seems you aren't meant to be.)

pairing : svt!vocal!unit! x gn!reader, bestfriend!jeonghan, popular!joshua, ???jihoon, fwb(?)seokmin, enemy!seungkwan.

genre : angst, no comfort, everything is messy.

warnings : cussing, messy, heartbreak, contemplation, arguements, miserable people, miscommunication, everyone gets hurt, a lot of unspoken feelings, like emphasis on that you may get annoyed.

author's note : here's my attempt at angsty feelings ( i hope it was done well enough, really i tried but it might not be for me )<3 the potential to turn each into a fic is there but for me it'll be zero ( for now!!!!) kinda nervous to post this haha it's my first svt work but also a first of this kind of work, let me know if you want more of the units! and what you thought of this :) also peep the cute colours contrasting the fic lmao

HIP HOP UNIT VER. | PERFORMANCE UNIT VER.

word count : 2.9k

˖° ✰ ┆JEONGHAN.

The signs that something was wrong were there. For a while now. But you being the problem runner you were, you chose to ignore it.

You also knew one day they’ll catch up to you, and it seemed today was it.

“Jeonghan?”

He raised an eyebrow at you. Though it was his name, it sounded so foreign coming from you.

You who never called him by his full name. It left a sour taste on his tongue as he answered,

“Yes?”

“Do-do you think we’re good?”

Did he think you were good? He was feeling good, great even. But you asked in plural and in the plural it included you. Your relationship.

What was your relationship?

“Uhh…I’m…I think?”

You smiled at his answer. It didn’t reach your eyes, nor did it hide away the bitterness in them. “You know what I think? I don’t think we’re good. I think- I think it’s all a mess. It’s me, isn’t it? I should have never told you how I felt right?”

There. You ripped the band-aid off right from the wound. You had to, otherwise you knew your heart would be the one shattered, sooner or later, so why wait?

You knew there’d be consequences on confessing to your best friend. You knew there was always a risk to confess but the risk felt higher if it was someone you considered your best friend. A few sentences and it’s either having a stranger who you shared a past with or someone to create more memories for the rest of your time together.

The issue gets more complicated when you don’t know where you stand.

He couldn’t answer you, he didn’t know how to answer you. On one side, he wanted to yell at you. Yell at you for regretting confessing when it may have been the one thing he wanted to hear since the day thirteen year old him saw you beat up a guy who was bullying your brother.

On the other hand, he felt the fear consume him of the future, what if you broke up? You would never be the same, no matter what. He didn’t want to lose what he had, so he rather left it unanswered, thinking with time, it’ll fade away. Like everything does.

His feelings for you never did. A wonder how he could think yours would.

Taking a deep breath with your eyes shut,you nodded knowing your answer,

“Alright then I see.”

“Let’s take a break from each other.”

Break of what? You didn’t date, you were in a one-sided love scenario with your best friend.

Before he could reply, he watched you walk away. Your heart felt heavier when you didn’t hear a single word or even footsteps follow you.

His mind was the loudest and one thing he was for sure, as you walked away with each step, he could feel his heart slowly crack.

And just like that. It is over.

・₊ ‹𝟥 ┆JOSHUA.

Perhaps your biggest mistake was wanting someone who everyone wanted. But was it really your mistake because technically you were also part of everyone.

You could feel his stare burn into your side as you ate the horrible cafeteria food in your college. You could somehow hear his voice, somehow know he was likely calling you to talk.

What went wrong?

Everything you’d answer if he ever asked. It began going downhill when you felt those feelings you knew you didn’t feel around anyone. Certainly when you hung out with Yeonjun or with Jimin, you didn’t feel them.

You only felt them around him. The weird butterflies, the warm cheeks, the sweaty hands. At first you thought maybe you were actually scared of him, the intimidated type of scared. Who knew it ended up being scared of how you felt for him, how probably no one made you feel the way he did.

Finally looking up at him, you hid all your emotions as best as you could. You certainly hoped he wouldn’t be able to know.

But as your gaze fell to the girl beside him, you couldn’t hide them.

Choi Seora, the younger sister of Choi Seungcheol who was Joshua’s best friend since you could know. Well since that time he told you himself he knew the Choi siblings since they were kids. Childhood best friends. Knew them before you.

And she was also the girl who loved him. Anyone could see it from the way her eyes would look at him like the way one would at a treasure they’d been searching for. What she’d do for him, from what you’ve heard, what you’ve seen. There never was a chance.

It seemed as though the sign was already there. How could you compete with someone who knew him longer than you ever would? It’s not a competition if you already know you're losing.

Your unused hand clenched under the table, nails digging into your palms, leaving crescent marks that would bruise. Perhaps it would be in a similar state to the bruise inside your chest.

It fucking sucked when you could still feel his gaze on you as you turned back to stare at your half eaten bowl of pasta. Well, excuse of a pasta.

Suddenly you felt your phone ring from beside your bowl and you knew who it was before you even looked.Without looking at the name, you moved your hand to the switch off button and shut it off.

You wished there was such a button for emotions.

“Shua? Who are you calling?” It was empty in the cafeteria and you thought you might just puke out the pasta when you heard her sweetly call out to him as she looked at him with concern.

But for now, you’d do what seemed right.

Leaving your bowl of uneaten pasta, you grabbed your bag and phone. With one glance at Joshua whose attention was on you but now turned back to Seungcheol and Seora as they said something, you walked away.

The last thing Joshua heard was the sound of the cafe doors closing and when he turned his attention back to what or specifically the one who had been in his mind since the first time he met, he found you were gone.

At that moment, Hong Joshua felt more miserable than he ever did before.

₊✧ ┆JIHOON.

The lump in your throat got bigger as your vision got blurrier. You knew you should have listened to your friends.

Jihoon isn’t the type of person to be in a relationship with, babes, he doesn’t want that commitment stuff.

It’s what Karina had told you when you told her you were in love with him. Head over heels type.

But when it came to you, the determined type, the one who stood their place no matter what. The unwavering pebble in the ever-so drifting waves of the ocean. You believed that perhaps if you tried hard enough, surely the boy would see your efforts.

It wasn’t just a one-sided thing you knew. Otherwise another thing he was known for was being honest. If he didn’t like it, you were sure you’d have stopped. You didn’t think you were insane for thinking he may just like when you saw him smile at you for bringing him coffee. You didn’t think you were insane for thinking he may just reciprocate your feelings when you saw him hiding his face from complementing his work ethics. Perhaps, it was all in your lovesickness you drew these conclusions and many others.

So where did you mess up?

“Fucking hell! Just leave me alone and stop acting like a clingy partner!”

That’s what it got you. It was as though the words slapped you in the face. You surely did feel like it when you flinched taking a step back and your cheeks warmed in a mix of embarrassment as well as hurt. It wasn’t the kind of warmth that pleased you, it was the kind that burned you. Harshly so you felt it in your entire body.

Maybe it was your fault after all, you noticed he was having a bad day and you made the effort to go and comfort him. As you did.

Maybe maybe maybe, always maybe your fault and always yours.

Maybe you should listen to him then.

Inhaling with what dignity you had left, picking up the pieces of your heart that seemed shattered the minute he finished the sentence, you glared at him and spat out words laced with an equally venomous tone.

“Fine then! You’re saying it's my fault but you know what, maybe everyone is bloody right about you! You’re nothing but a coward scared of commitment!”

“The day you’ll realize you’re nothing but a coward who gets scared at the mere thought of being in a relationship and pushes someone away because maybe there is a chance you like them, it’ll be too fucking late because guess what? I’m tired of this stupid push and pull game with you,Jihoon.”

“Goodbye.”

You hated how your voice cracked when you finished speaking. You hated how you could not stop the tears. You especially hated the look on his face as he saw what he did, what his words did.

With what energy you had left in you, you turned around and walked away.

Enough was enough, you couldn’t win over someone’s heart who wasn’t even sure whose hands it should lay in.

Yet one thing was sure, yours laid in his hands and right then, you sure felt like he crashed it into pieces.

♡₊˚ ┆ SEOKMIN.

Seokmin glowed like the moon solely rose up to soak in his light, like the stars twinkled off his radiance. Maybe,you just got too close to the sun, enchanted with its brightness, to not realize just how much it could burn you. He was your sun. No actually the sun,stars, moon whatever celestial body existed perhaps dimmed down compared to him.

You think it messed you up completely when you kissed him in that truth or dare game surrounded by your mutual friends. You think about the stolen kisses, never more, just kisses in between the times you’d pass by in the hallways, pulling him in a cramped space and leaving with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Again, just kissing.

Simply put, you were addicted to him. To the way he made you feel. To the way he made you tingle when he kissed you so gently.

You didn’t want to address the elephant in the room. Or in this case,

What were you two?

Mingyu asked when you were sitting down in the same circle, just like the first time you’d kissed each other, with the same people.

You hesitated and then said, uncharacteristically enthusiasm lacing your voice,

“Friends of course! Don't be ridiculous Gyu.”

You didn’t like that word, and it seemed he didn’t either as he looked away,gulping in distaste and a scoff on his face that was usually unnatural for the sunshine like a boy. Seemingly going unnoticed by you but said boy who asked the question noticed and glanced back at you to see if you noticed. He sighed when he saw you not looking at Seokmin but raised an eyebrow as he saw you in a dilemma.

Right. Friends. Friends who kiss. But still friends…friends?

You tried convincing yourself the rest of that day that adding a label would ruin things. It always does. You should enjoy it while you can, right? It was all in fun?

So why did you feel terribly down when Seokmin refused to talk to you for the rest of the day?

“Seok?” You asked gently and he sighed exhaustingly as he looked at you,

“Please, please don’t…don’t call me that.”

The look of hurt on your face made him hate himself more because why would anyone like to hurt someone they loved?

Before you opened your mouth to speak, he continued,

“I don't think I can do this anymore, this…whatever this is. I am…sorry.”

And without a chance to ask more questions or give any answers, he turned around and walked away.

This was your fault. You hurt him because you couldn’t admit it to yourself that you…that you loved him.

You loved him more than the universe, you loved him since the day you saw him. You were just scared you'll lose him like the way you lose all your loved ones. You were scared of risks. You were…a coward.

And now it seemed, it was too late to do anything about it.

⠂୨୧ ˚.┆SEUNGKWAN.

Seungkwan and you were fire and water. Milk and lemons. Politicians and caring for the country’s people- Okay too far perhaps and enough of these metaphors of incompatibility to get a point.

You were sworn enemies. Despised each other in the true forms of hate. You hated him so much for the emotions he rose in you that you couldn’t stand him ruining another poor innocent soul with his devious eyes and cunning smile.

Which was exactly what he was doing with the girl wrapped around his left arm, additionally whispering probably lame jokes that made her giggle as though they were the funniest thing on earth. Lee Yuna was her name, you knew her as a cheerleader due to seeing her during your basketball games and also being somewhat acquainted because as a captain, it was apparently in your duty to know everyone especially those involved in the sports sector of your university.

You wish you could cross off knowing Seungkwan but alas, being the midfielder of the boys’ soccer team and the apparent star as well didn’t help in your case.

“I smell something burning and oh! Would you look at that! It’s an ugly green color too!” Sakura said as she smirked at you, pretending to take a sip of her drink when you directed your glare at her.

“Fuck. You.”

“You wish-”

“Oh! hey cap!” A voice said before you could retort to Sakura and you turned to see Vernon smiling at you in greeting. You knew him, of course you knew all of Seungkwan’s little friend group. You frowned at him eyeing him in suspicion. He was Seungkwan’s friend after all.

“Why the frown?” Sakura snorted as he asked you,his attention going to your best friend before she pointed at him and it was as if he understood and nodded.

“Ohhh, I see what’s the matter now.”

“Someone’s” Coughing very fakely, he added, “Jealous.”

Shutting your eyes, you looked at him with a glare enough to make him shut up on his own but still you added,

“Say that again and I’ll-”

“Already giving death threats huh? Maybe you should really go check up on that stick up your ass.” Of fucking course, now is when he decided to show up.

As though his eyes had not been searching for you the moment he stepped in the party. As though he hadn’t noticed you the moment you did. As though it wasn’t just an elaborate plan to rile you up.

You looked at him and fuck. Fuck he made you so angry with how fucking good he looked despite the conditions of the party. His blonde hair shining in the colorful lights and the darn smirk on his face.

“Kwan. How nice of you to show up! Just the person I was waiting for!” Your sarcasm could be sensed by those around, Sakura’s attempt at hiding her snort and Vernon’s brows raised not going unnoticed. They looked at each other briefly and a knowing look was exchanged.

Here we go again.

“Aw you were waiting for me darling?Hope I wasn’t too late, just got a little busy you see?”

“Clearly.” You said before thinking, the scowl on your face visible and the smugness on his face only grew larger.

“Not fond of me with someone else?” You didn’t even notice how both Vernon and Sakura had left, seemingly only Seungkwan and you, in the midst of drunk teenagers and perhaps lovesick ones, perhaps loners.

He got closer, closer that made you clench your hands that hung on your sides, leaning down.

“Not fond of me with anyone but you?”

It was as though his voice put you in a trance, or maybe it was how his warm breath tickled your neck. And for the first time in a while you thought of what he said, deeper than you would have ever.

You weren’t sure if you liked the answer. Or what it exactly implied too.

“Stay in your limits Kwan. Don’t fucking- don’t play this shit with me.” You pushed him away as harshly as you could, even if it felt like your hands burned when you thought of what you did. Purposefully ignoring the look in his eyes. Visible hurt and a frown on his face, you turned around, having enough.

“Don’t come after me. Stay with Yuna or whoever, I don’t fucking care.” You don’t know why you said the last sentence. You also don’t want to know why it felt bitter saying it.

With that, you began to walk out, gulping the fresh air that was much needed after being in that suffocating place, suffocating feelings.

As you shut your eyes, you gulped thinking of what you were doing. Why were you so pissed off?

And maybe you realized, you needed to check on the line that was drawn between Seungkwan and you. Perhaps it’s become too blurry to distinguish it from hatred and love.

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hanniedream · 11 days

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hairtie with lee jihoon.

warning: reader has long hair.

a/n: my life hasn't been the same since realising he wears one on his wrist and i'm surprised i haven't noticed it sooner. but i have now and my life has been changed.

sweeping the hair out of your face, you mentally cursed yourself for not checking the weather when you knew you'll be having dinner at an outdoor restaurant with jihoon. you would have definitely worn your hair up if you had any idea it was going to be this windy tonight.

you place the glass you were trying to drink from down on the table before you so you can gather your hair aside and over your shoulder, hoping this would keep them from falling over your face but a strong breeze sweeps through yet again, causing your hair to go everywhere.

with an exasperated sigh, you gather your hair up into a ponytail as you rummage through your purse with your free hand to look for a hairtie, no longer having any regard for how long it took for you to style them. you mentally cursed yourself for the second time that night when you remember you'd left it on your dresser instead after the last time you'd used it.

you're about to release your hair from your grip when an arm appears right in front of your face and you look up to see your boyfriend. his face tilted down at you and a hint of a cheeky smile on his plush, rosy lips.

"take it," he moves his arm slightly, signalling for you to take the hairtie on his wrist.

you take it but not without giving him a questioning look first, "why do you have an extra hairtie?"

he sits down opposite you with a nonchalant shrug as he pulls his chair in, "i knew you probably needed one. it's not the first time you forgot to bring one with you."

you loop the hairtie around your ponytail one last time then rest your hands on the table, "thank you. my hair was really starting to annoy me. if you were to come even a few minutes later, i probably would have went and gotten my head shaved."

jihoon lets out a hearty laugh, he always found your dramatics amusing. "thank god there were no traffic and i came right on time then."

he reaches across the table to move a strand of hair you'd missed away from your face.

"why are you so surprised i have an extra hairtie though?" his soft eyes meet yours, "haven't you noticed i've started wearing one on my wrist ever since i started dating you?"

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chrysbibi · 5 months

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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.

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slytherinshua · 5 months

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HOLD YOU FOREVER

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

“You can’t hold her forever, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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horanghater · 7 months

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Like I Want You

Summary: Jihoon has one job on your wedding day, but he’s in denial and at the end of it all, he is simply a man.

▸ Pairing: Woozi x AFAB!reader ▸ Rating / Genre / AU: 18+ (MINORS DNI) / angst, smut, pwp / ex2l If you are a minor AND/OR if your account has no age, you will be blocked upon interacting with this post. ▸ Warnings: infidelity, unprotected sex, creampie

▸ Word Count: 2.2k

▸ A/N: I’ve had this little idea from the moment I heard Giveon’s song by the same name ages ago, so it feels great to finally get it out. Big FAT thank yous and kisses to @wooahaeproductions for beta-ing and @shuadotcom for banner-ing!!! Part 2(ish) with Seungcheol can be found here!: Imported

The gentle clack of Jihoon’s dress shoes echoes down the hallway of the grand hotel as he makes his way to your suite. Even though the sound is all around him, it feels tinny and distant compared to the whirlwind of thoughts occupying his mind. All he has to do is deliver your phone, be the courier to prolong his friend’s - your groom’s - viewing of you in your dress a while longer while he prepares separately with his groomsmen. This is supposed to be different. The roles should be reversed. He should be waiting to see you walk down the aisle to him. It’s been years now, but Jihoon would wait a million more if it meant that you’d be back in his arms where you’re meant to be. Maybe if he waits another few minutes the impossible will happen and you’ll call the whole thing off, citing that you need to follow your heart. Maybe your heart would lead you to Jihoon so his could stop trailing behind each of your steps, always just out of reach.

Jihoon shakes his head, attempting to banish the thoughts as he stops in front of your door. Your time as a couple has long gone and all he has to do is deliver your stupid phone.

His entire body leadens as he knocks on your door lightly, knuckles rapping knock-kno-knock in the tune that the two of you have shared forever, even after the two of you agreed to be better as friends.

You answer the door, smiling warmly seeing Jihoon on the other side. He stops breathing. No amount of daydreaming could have prepared him for this. Seeing you with your hair down, perfectly framing your face with a gorgeous veil flipped up is almost enough for him to die happy. Almost. Your dress suits you in every way, a perfect representation of your taste and elegance that Jihoon has always admired.

You look every bit like the one who got away and Jihoon swallows loudly. He thinks his eyes are going to mist before your voice pulls him back to the present. “Earth to Hoonie?” you laugh gently, leaning further out of the doorway and into his personal space. “Is that my phone?”

“O-oh. Yeah, you left this in the other suite last night. Delivery.” He ignores the way your screen lights up to show you and your beau as he hands the device to you. You hum appreciatively as you take it, stepping back to show off the rest of your conspicuously empty room. “Thank you. Why don’t come sit for a bit? I’m sure you could use a break from groomsman duty, right?” Jihoon’s rooted to the spot as he inspects the view behind you. With the way the sun is coming in through the windows, it looks like you’re literally glowing. He tries not to linger too long on how you’re growing more ethereal by the second. “Where’s your party?”

You grab his arm and pull him in; it’s almost like he’s on skates the way he glides into the room under your touch. “I told the girls I’d be down in a bit. Just need some alone time before I go play hostess for the next 5 hours. Champagne? It was complimentary.” You’ve already crossed the room to start pouring yourself a glass when Jihoon finally regains motor control in the foyer. He should be pouring a glass for you in your shared honeymoon suite tonight after your wedding.

“Jihoon.” This time your tone is much more serious.

He swears he wants to be with you here, now - not in his head. “Sorry, Y/N. I was somewhere else.”

You scoff and take a long sip from your flute. “Yeah, I can tell. What’s up?” Even as you sit at the table for two in the center of the room and pat the other chair for him to join you, Jihoon can’t shake the nagging thought that this should be your room with him. Jihoon takes a seat beside you and sighs. “Hmm, just nerves, I guess.”

“You’re nervous? About what? Want to trade?”

Considerate as always, you’d poured a glass of champagne for Jihoon even when he hadn’t answered. He’s grateful for it now, taking a long swig himself. “Just don’t want to mess up your big day. It’s all about you, y’know?”

“Aw,” you coo, ribbing your friend in the side. Your smile at him is so beautiful that it hurts to look at. “You’re sweet, Hoonie. It’s about me and him, though. Besides, how could you possibly mess anything up? You just gotta stand up there and look nice.” There’s a pause as you gaze at Jihoon…approvingly. Maybe he imagined that? “You always look nice anyways.”

Determined in his quest to keep his feelings to himself, Jihoon opts to just repeat himself. “It’s all about you.”

Even though he can’t bring himself to keep looking at you, he’s resolute in his words. As far as his brain and heart were concerned, everything has always been about you. No amount of redirection, one-night-stands, or blind dates seemed to change that. For Jihoon, there’s only you.

There is only your long-gone warmth in the morning, your voice reverberating in his skull throughout the day, and the ghost of your touch at night.

Or the ghost of your touch right now. Jihoon thinks he’s imagining it at first, the gentle press of your foot on his thigh. But when you graze a little too close to a bulge you used to be so familiar with, he knows it’s real. You’re studying him silently as you move, face neutral but eyes dark.

You don’t say anything else until your eyes lock with his. “Can it really be all about me for just a few minutes? I just need– Just a little before I–”

It shows just how desperate Jihoon is that a half second of want from you is all it takes for him to chug the rest of his champagne and bolt to close the distance between your lips. He doesn’t taste the alcohol, only the flavor of you that he wishes he could bottle forever.

Your hands are absolutely everywhere: carding through his locks, raking over his biceps through his suit jacket, jamming themselves between his ass cheeks and the chair in an attempt to squeeze handfuls of him into your palms. When you nearly choke him out trying to yank his tie loose, Jihoon finally grabs your wrists.

His heart is pounding miles a minute and he’s never been so sure of what he wanted, but– “Are you sure about this?” Your voice is as sincere as the day you told Jihoon you loved him years ago. “I’m sure.”

It’s that (or maybe the suspiciously strong champagne) phrase that dissolves the last ounce of self control that Jihoon has. He lets go of your wrists in favor of standing you up and bending you over your chair. His pants and boxers are pooled at his thighs in record time, but it feels like it takes ages to finally bunch the train of your dress up above your ass, leaving your legs and thonged core exposed.

Jihoon wants to make this last an eternity. He could last an eternity to make you happy. But he knows that, sadly, your time is limited. There won’t be another chance after this and if the two of you are caught you’ll have problems much worse than a little timing.

Pressing his cock against your ass teasingly, Jihoon leans over your back to press his two fingers into your mouth. Even years after your last encounter, you’re rehearsed enough to know to soak them well, tongue gliding feverishly along the digits.

He’ll admit that he lets you salivate on him a little longer than is necessary, but he’s already sacrificing your relationship - shouldn’t he be allowed a tiny concession? When he does pull away and look down at your folds, he’s ready to pass away again. Your pussy is as puffy as he remembers, your lips nearly devouring your thong as your essence glistens even through the fabric. What he would give to bend down and taste from the source, but you both know that Jihoon is incapable of pulling away from your cunt once he starts, so instead he purses his lips to add his own spit to the mix instead. As his fingers move your drenched thong to the side and slide into you, you’re even tighter than he remembers. Your pussy is a vice both figuratively and literally, threatening to trap his fingers there forever. Just the thought of that pressure on his dick is dizzying, but your impatient whine reminds him that he doesn’t have to keep thinking about it - he can just take.

Jihoon presses in and up, curling experimentally until your whine reverses into a gasp and you push back against him eagerly. “T-there,” you breathe and he commits that sound, the feeling of you tightening around him to memory. Who is he to deny you on your wedding day? He sets a steady, deep pace, working his fingers into your favorite spot again and again as you wraith beneath him. Your wetness is starting to drip past his fingers and down to his wrist, seemingly endless.

Your voice pitches higher, shaky as you try to warn him of your impending orgasm. Not that he needs it - your pussy greedily clamps down, almost pushing his fingers out with the pressure. A once distant memory of you falling apart is rewriting itself in the present and Jihoon quickly pulls out, just barely dragging you back from the edge of orgasm. Before you can complain at the loss, however, Jihoon uses your own juices to lube himself up and slowly ease his cock into your waiting slit. Fireworks burst in his peripheral as he feels your grip again for the first time in an eternity and he has to stop moving completely when you envelope him fully to push back his own end. Jihoon sears the image of you, wedding dress hiked up and fat cunt swallowing him whole into every crease in his brain. Even if you’re not marrying him, this view, miraculously, isn’t a dream. Any semblance of guilt is completely masked by the sight, melody, and scent of you you you.

Then he thrusts in earnest. It’s incredible how you welcome his cock in hungrily just like in days past, yet it almost feels like he doesn’t fit. The drawn out moan you let out beneath him assures otherwise, of course. So Jihoon bullies his way in again. And again. And again. He’s been addicted to you for years and this relapse is even better than the first time.

Something in the back of Jihoon’s mind says that you both need to be careful of sweating too much to avoid questions, but before he knows it, he’s pinballing you hard and fast between his dick and the back of the chair. He can feel the perspiration rolling down his temple, but it’s too late now. You’re so close, which means he’s so close. Honestly, the total time Jihoon has spent battering your pussy today is embarrassing, but in this context it’s perfect. He’s spilling into you before he can even signal that he’s on the edge and apologizes by fucking you through it, oversensitivity be damned. His reward is an absolutely pornographic screech as you climax around him. The delicious, almost painful pressure of your gummy walls constrict around him, milking every ounce of love and cum from his balls. If you saw heaven when you came, then he saw the very beginnings of the universe.

Jihoon returns to his body when your manicured nails reach back to push him away from you gingerly so you can stand up straight. He stumbles back apologetically, immediately turning to look for tissues to clean you up. Your hand encircles his wrist before there’s any success there. “Jihoon.” You’re almost too quiet to hear at all, but maybe that’s because Jihoon’s many many thoughts about this situation are roaring in full force again. “Thank you. I won’t forget this. I hope you don’t either.”

There’s no scenario where Jihoon could ever forget what it’s like to be with you – he’s tried. “Of course not, Y/N.” Given the way your orbs search his own with a glint of hopefulness, he doesn’t know what else to say that isn’t a confession of undying love, so he settles for a phrase that he’d surely kick himself for later. “Thank you for everything.”

As he pulls from your grasp to tuck himself back into his pants, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Your groom - his friend - is wondering where he is, no doubt. Your bridesmaids can’t be far behind. Jihoon turns his attention back to you as you wad up a now-used napkin, grimacing as you pull your thong back up. If your mind is swirling the same way his is, you don’t show it. Your signature soft smile is back upon your lips as if the two of you haven’t committed something beautiful heinous. “Guess you should go, huh?”

No, Jihoon will never regret being with you. Not in the past and not today. If anything, he just needs to do something about the remorse that nags at him for spilling his seed into you, but not his heart.

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soft-jihoonie · 8 months

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No hands

Pairing: Jihoon/Woozi x f!reader

Genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: Smut 18+ MINORS DNI, swearing, pwp, oral, mentions of sex

Words: 957

a/n: I saw these gifs of Jihoon looking down at the camera and my filthy brain created this. If you enjoy this I’d super appreciate any likes or Reblogs 💕

“That’s it, on your knees for me like the good girl you are”

You let out a small whine, looking up at Jihoon as he tugs slightly at your hair, a smirk on his face. Your eyes dart down to his groin and you can’t help but moan when you see he’s clearly hard through his trousers.

You reach your hand out to undo his trouser button but Jihoon steps away, tutting at you as he says, “No touching with your hands, remember, Princess?”

Another whine escapes your throat and he smirks once more, stepping close again as he says, “Don’t worry, i’ll help you out baby.”

You watch him remove his trousers, palming his hard dick through his boxers and you can’t help but salivate, hands itching to touch him. You feel a tug at your hair again and you look up to see Jihoon biting his lip, a groan escaping his mouth. You feel yourself getting wetter from that, fidgeting a little and he says, “What do you want to do baby girl?”

Eyes falling back to his hand on his crotch, you groan out, “Fuck I - I want to suck your cock.”

“What’s the magic word baby?”

“Please, I need it.”

Jihoon lets go of your hair, pulling his boxers down and you watch as his hard cock springs up in front of you. The hand returns to your hair and Jihoon begins to pull you towards his cock, a groan coming from him when you wrap your lips around the head.

You smile around his cock, pleasure running through you at the thought of making him feel good, and you start to bob your head, taking in more of his length each time. Jihoon’s grip on your hair tightens as he groans out, “Fuck, princess, your mouth feels so good.”

Motivated by the praise, you take more of his length in your mouth, deep throating him despite it causing your eyes to water. Jihoon bucks his hips slightly and you have to pull away to catch your breath. Before Jihoon can say anything about you moving away though, you move back to his head, running your tongue around it.

“You’re such a good little slut on your knees for me, Princess. Do you like my cock?”

You nod whilst you continue to suck and lick at his head, hands itching to touch him again. He’d told you he wanted to see if you could make him cum with just your mouth though, and you weren’t one to back down from a challenge. You let your eyes drift up to him and the sight of him looking down at you, his fluffy hair in his eyes, makes you even more determined.

You pull away from his cock and move your mouth to his balls, mouthing and sucking at them. His hand grips at your shoulder as he chokes out, “Fuck, baby.”

You continue to mouth and suck at his balls for a bit, alternating between them, and when you can see Jihoon’s getting closer to cumming you pull away again. You put on your most innocent face as you look up at him and say, “Will you throat fuck me, daddy?”

Jihoon groans, both hands shooting out to grip your hair as he says, “Anything for you baby girl”

You open your mouth wide for him, keeping eye contact with him as he pulls you towards his cock, filling your mouth with his length. He starts to fuck your mouth gently at first, his eyes shutting as he moans out your name.

The sound has you wanting to make him cum hard and you whine around his cock, glad he gets the message when he grips your hair harder and begins to fuck your mouth at a rougher pace, swear words and moans escaping his lips as he does so.

Despite your eyes watering, you power on, sucking on his cock as he fucks your mouth roughly and you hear Jihoon groan out, “fuck baby i’m going to cum, should I pull out?”

You shake your head, sucking on his cock again and Jihoon moans loudly, hips starting to buck at a less controlled pace before you taste his load on your tongue. Jihoon’s hips continue to buck as he empties his load into your mouth and you swallow every last drop, relishing in the whimper that comes from Jihoon when you suck on his head one last time before he pulls out of your mouth.

You grin up at him, and Jihoon pulls you up to standing, pressing a hot kiss against your lips that has your knees almost buckling. You let your hands shoot up to his hair, finally allowed to touch him again.

He pulls away from kissing you, moving his lips to your neck, kissing and biting at it. You moan loudly and his hand wanders down to your ass reaching up under your skirt. He squeezes it before his hand continues to your crotch, his fingers pressing against your underwear and he groans again. He murmurs against your neck, “Fuck you’re so wet for me, Princess, should we see what my mouth can do for you?”

You moan, nodding eagerly and Jihoon’s hands lift you up, wrapping your legs around his hips as he carries you to his bedroom. Continuing to kiss and bite at your neck as he does so. He lowers you onto the bed, hovering over you as his hand rubs your clit through your underwear. Through your moaning, you just about hear him say,

“I’m going to make you cum so many times with just my mouth and then I’m going to fuck you hard for being such a good girl. You’re my good girl.”

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shuahoonie · 1 year

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message in a bottle | lee jihoon

pairing: non-idol!jihoon (svt) x reader

notes: college au, fluff, angst— only if you squint!, pining, swearing, platonic!svt x reader, friends to lovers, loosely basing it off on a taylor swift song

word count: 2.7k

summary: a message in a bottle is quite literally how jihoon found out you liked him— and you have to kill thank jeonghan for that.

part of the to x, with love mini series

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the day yoon jeonghan came prancing around the library with a knowing smile on his face was the exact same time that you knew something in the universe has shifted and jeonghan was behind it.

“jeonghan, should i even bother to ask why you’re smiling at me like that?” you quirked a brow at him.

“no, because you’ll find out eventually.” jeonghan answered with a mischievous smile.

“have we not been friends for years, i would’ve been nervous,” you muttered as you continued to annotate the pile of research articles in front of you.

a restless jeonghan was waiting for any signs of curiosity from you but there was nothing— you were too engrossed with articles that concerned the influence of war in the romantic era of literature. i would rather die than have to do a close reading analysis ever again, jeonghan thought.

there was a brief silence before jeonghan furiously tapped the table with a pencil, causing you to slowly glare at him, in which he gave you an innocent smile in return.

“hannie, just tell me what you want,” you sighed in frustration, massaging your temples.

“what’s message in a bottle?” jeonghan asked innocently, though he knew very well what it was.

“uh, a taylor swift song?” you answered.

“oh, ha ha,” he rolled his eyes, annoyed at your answer “i’m serious.”

“well, i’m serious too.” you answered equally annoyed.

when jeonghan noticed that you weren’t going to give in, he knew he had to take matters into his own hands. “i was talking about the message in a bottle in your room,” jeonghan finally said. “the one that had the ljh initials written on the cork.”

as soon as those words came out of jeonghan’s mouth, you felt like someone poured a bucket of iced water all over you.

“you— i—,” you were at a loss for words “yoon jeonghan, what the fuck?!” you just had to yell, obviously frustrated.

“shh!” you heard someone hiss at the corner of the library.

“you, me, daily drip, now.” you said as you gathered your things in haste. meanwhile, jeonghan took care of the pile of books that you have, he was easily amused at the sight of you being obviously flustered.

as soon as you two exited the library, you couldn’t help but smack the back of jeonghan’s head, startling him and leaving a string of profanities.

“ya!” jeonghan yelled while rubbing the back of his head. “what was that for?”

“you know why, jeonghan!” you groaned “how did you even find—“

“ynnie! hyung! where are you two going?” seokmin yelled while walking towards you both.

“i’m off to murder jeonghan,” you grumbled, throwing daggers at jeonghan while jeonghan just laughed at your frustration.

“we’re going to daily drip,” jeonghan answered “yn’s finally going to talk about message in a bottle” he added with a knowing smile.

surprised at jeonghan’s words, you smacked his arms. “hannie!”

“what? seokmin already knows!” jeonghan said in his defence. “we were both there when we saw the bottle.”

you felt like your head was spinning. “i’m not caffeinated enough to deal with this.” you muttered.

the three of you arrived at the campus café, with seokmin practically stopping you from strangling jeonghan along the way.

seokmin cleared his throat, “how about i grab something for us to drink?” he offered, obviously awkward about the whole situation before leaving the table to order.

“oh c’mon, yn,” jeonghan nudged you playfully, trying to appease your mind again. “it’s cute!”

“it’s embarrassing,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “it’s even more embarrassing when it’s you, of all people, that saw it.”

“okay, but why would you have it on display if you didn’t want people to see it?” he asked.

“it was in my room, hannie! i don’t usually let people in there.” you reasoned out.

it’s not that they both entered your room without your consent. no, in fact, you asked them to wait in your room while you fixed something in your bathroom a few days ago. you didn’t want them to stay in the living room because your roommate had company over as well.

you just failed to consider that the message in a bottle project stood proudly on your bookshelf and that your friends are absolute menaces.

“i’m sorry, ynnie.” jeonghan pouted while he placed his chin over your shoulder. "not that it'll make you feel better, but we already had a hunch that you liked jihoon."

"hyung, i thought you were going to break it into her slowly," seokmin pointed out as he set the tray of iced americanos and cakes on your table.

"oh dear god," you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"you're fine, it's just me and seok were just curious about what that bottle is for."

"it's a project from my creative writing class," you began to explain "we were tasked to write about our feelings that are bottled up, hence the message in a bottle theme— and it can be about a person, a memory. obviously, i chose a person."

"and that's it? you're just supposed to keep it forever?" seokmin asked.

"well, we're free to do whatever we want with it. we can keep it, give it to a person, or throw it over the ocean— it doesn't matter." you said, playing with the icing on your red velvet cake.

"yes, it does matter!" jeonghan protested. "i'm so sick of watching you pine over jihoon for years now."

“i have not been pining over uji,” you said defensively.

“ynnie, there’s no point in hiding it,” seokmin said. “we know you’ve liked him for years now. there’s even that message in a bottle to prove it.”

it's not like it's hard to like him, it's almost too easy. jihoon makes it so easy to like him. and being friends with him for a couple of years has been a testament to that statement. though he likes keeping things to himself, he would go out of his way for the people he values in his life.

he doesn’t like going out, but would be willing to accompany you if you asked. he's stubborn but he would always make sure that you would always cater to your needs. most times you don't even have to ask him for something, he would just know.

"aren't you curious?" jeonghan asked. you raised a brow at him, waiting for him to continue. "if he likes you?"

"hannie, please," you groaned, wanting to move on from this subject.

"what? you never know, he's always been extra attentive when it came to you. i'm actually jealous that he doesn't pay that much attention towards us." jeonghan raised his hands in defence.

"you are delusional," you pointed out.

"okay, think about it, ynnie." seokmin chimed in, making you groan. "i've never seen him stress over someone who wouldn't return their calls aside when it came to you."

"you all give me shit for not returning your calls sooner!" you argued, remembering that specific time you forgot to text or call back. "vernon was the only person who didn't get mad at me."

jeonghan rolled his eyes. "yes, because he didn't know you were missing in the first place."

"you all made such a big fuss! i was gone for two hours and my phone was dead!"

"that's still two hours of being terrorized by jihoon!" seokmin cried "those were the longest two hours of my life and from then on, we swore we're never letting you walk back to your dorm alone."

"so, were you going to give it to jihoon?" jeonghan asked, genuinely curious. "because i— jihoon!"

"give me what?" jihoon asked, suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

"hyung!" you almost spat out your drink in surprise "what are you doing here?" seokmin asked, startled.

"yn and i were supposed to meet here at 8" jihoon answered, trying to gauge the surprise on seokmin and jeonghan's faces. "and it's 8 pm."

"fuck i forgot," you cursed under your breath "i'm sorry, uji."

"hey, it's fine," jihoon said "i can wait if you want or do you just want to meet another day? i'm fine either way." he rambled on.

"no, you guys go on your date," jeonghan said emphasizing the word 'date', making you glare at him for his choice of words. "me and seok have to meet the guys anyway."

"oh, okay," jihoon was giving them a suspicious look but jeonghan and seokmin gave him an innocent smile. "if you two are also meeting chan, can you tell him to bring back the audio transmitter he borrowed?"

"will do," seokmin nodded. "we'll see you two later." seokmin wiggled his eyebrows at you before he and jeonghan practically ran towards the door.

"what's with those two?" jihoon asked as he grabbed the stack of books that you had with you, the same pile that jeonghan carried on the way to the cafe. he pulled out a folded tote bag from his pocket and put your books there as if it was second nature.

"oh they're just being weird," you answered, not that you were lying.

it was a quiet walk back to your dorm. they were all pretty serious about not letting you walk alone and they made a promise that one of them should walk with you every time, especially when it gets dark.

it's not like you and jihoon would always talk during your walks, but you could sense that he was on edge the entire time. something was on his mind.

"so what did you do today, uji?" you asked, nudging him playfully, trying to ease the mood as you were near your dorm room.

jihoon chuckled, the nerves seeming to dissipate from him. "you knew where i was the entire day, ynnie," he stated, "we were texting."

"no, i texted you and you replied with a thumbs up emoji," you rolled your eyes playfully.

"you asked me if i ate yet," jihoon said in defence "it was a yes, so i used the thumbs up emoji."

"i don't know how i put up with you," you muttered.

"please, i know you can't live without me, you love me." jihoon retorted but immediately regrets it as soon as the words escaped his mouth.

the words caught you off-guard but you figured this is just one of those playful banters that you and jihoon would always do. "okay, we're confident now are we?" you raised a brow at him.

"isn't it true?" he asked, leaving you confused.

"what do you mean, uji?" you asked quietly.

jihoon took a deep breath. now or never, jihoon, he thought to himself. "i read your letter," jihoon stated.

"what —" before you could even finish your sentence, he pulled out a familiar scroll. message in a bottle! but how?!

"i was really surprised, you know," jihoon cleared his throat, not knowing what to say. he wasn't big on confrontations.

"jihoon, you weren't supposed to read that!" you said in a frantic voice, not knowing how to react because all you wanted to do was to for the land to swallow you whole.

"i... wasn't?" he trailed off, now embarrassed. "is none of it real?"

"i—" you were hyperventilating. you could feel your chest tightening and all you could think was how this isn't how you envisioned you would die but you can accept it.

"okay, breathe, yn," jihoon tried to calm you down. "should we sit on the floor? let's sit on the floor."

you both sat on the floor in front of your dorm room as jihoon rummaged in his backpack for his bottle of water, giving you the bottle with the cap already unscrewed.

you quietly thanked jihoon before taking a sip of water, your nerves are slowly coming to ease.

"are you okay now?" jihoon asked as he rubbed your back softly.

you nodded, but now you're even more embarrassed. "i don't think I'll ever recover from this, uji." you whined into your hands, hiding your face from jihoon.

"ynnie, come on," jihoon removed your hands from your face, only for you to pout at him while he couldn't help but laugh at how cute you were being. "you're fine. it's just me. you should never feel embarrassed around me."

"that's easy for you to say, you're not the one that wrote a message and put them in a bottle." you moped in a pout.

"i thought it was adorable," jihoon replied, "it was honest and dare i say, romantic."

embarrassed that jihoon, of all people, would be the one teasing you about this, you punched his arm. you quickly regretted that action as you were greeted by his defined biceps. curse jihoon and his endless need to work out.

"i hate you," you mumbled.

"no, you don't," he gave you a cheeky smile. "if i remember well, i am the reason why you looked forward to sunsets. i would always pick you up when the skies are at their prettiest. the pink skies would bounce off my face, the air would feel lighter, and why some endings made sense because you would always end your day with me." jihoon recited as if it was scripture.

you could feel your face burning. you weren't sure if it's because you were embarrassed or if it was because jihoon is looking at you with admiration in his eyes.

"i may not be as good with words as you," jihoon started off before he pulled a disc from his bag and handed it to you, with the words 'i really love you, but i'm not good with words so here you go' written on the disc. "but know that the songs in that mixtape express how much i truly feel about you."

"jihoon, i—" for the second time, in front of jihoon's face, you were at a loss for words. no one has done something this special to you. that was the reason why jihoon had been cooped up in the studio all day, he was busy compiling songs and dodging your texts.

"i love you, yn," jihoon said softly, caressing the side of your face. "you were the reason why i started looking forward to sunrises because then, i will face a new day with you. and for a simple guy like me? that's enough." he whispered, placing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips.

tears kept rolling down your face, overwhelmed by the warmth and love from jihoon. "i love you too, uji." this time, you held the sides of his face and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "but you already know that, don't you?" you asked jokingly as you pulled away, making him laugh.

jihoon nodded, the smile never leaving his face. "the message in a bottle was a great concept, made me feel really special."

"how did you even get that?"

"i think you know how," jihoon gave you a knowing look. suddenly, memories of jeonghan's mischievous smiles from this afternoon tied all of it together. that's why he mentioned the project!

"i'm going to murder that friend of ours," you grumbled, annoyed that you didn't even notice that the bottle was missing from your room.

"i don't know," jihoon intertwined his fingers along yours "if it wasn't for him, i wouldn't have known you liked me too."

"i'm certain we would've still crossed that bridge somehow," you responded.

"would you have told me you liked me, then?" jihoon asked with a quirked brow.

"only if you had enough guts to ask me out first," you replied.

"so, you wouldn't make the first move?"

"uji, you know how big my pride is. unless the world was ending, i don't think i can handle making the first move." you pointed out. "would you?"

"baby, i was convinced you liked jeonghan before i read the letter," jihoon laughed "i was ready to accept that my feelings for you will go to the grave with me."

"ew, please, jeonghan is the universe's gift to punish me."

"okay, so can we both agree to spare his life this time?" jihoon asked kissing the top of your interlaced hand.

"only this time."

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[SVT Imprinted] Jihoon: Scarred (Part 3)

Anonymous asked: Maybe a jihoon imprinted where after he marked you he has like super nostalgia for some reason and he’s being extra fluffy with his mate and can’t stop thinking about her and just wants to cuddle forever?

Characters: Jihoon x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, fluff, hints of angst but it’s barely even noticeable

Word count: 1,632

Summary: After what happened with the werewolf hunters, Jihoon can’t seem to stop thinking about you. The troubling experience has made him extra clingy toward you, and he just can’t help himself from dragging you away from everything just to spend a moment alone – not that you’re complaining.

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You kind of expected Jihoon to be more touchy the night Areum and Bomi were brought home. Areum seemed to be in shock, staring wide-eyed and blankly with her mouth open as Chan cradled her and brought her up to his room, and Bomi just silently went straight to her room with Mingyu following behind her. Jihoon went straight to you, hugged you, and told you he loved you.

It could’ve been you that was taken.

Jihoon stayed extra close that night. Usually went he slept, his arm would just loosely drape over you or he would sometimes just sleep facing away from you all together. But that night, his arms were tight around you as he grumbled to himself in his sleep.

The next day, Jihoon had off, but you had class. You usually carpooled with whoever was going to school, but Jihoon insisted on driving you himself. He held your hand with one hand, and the wheel with the other. He even hung around campus just to walk you to classes and help you study.

That went on for three more days until you finally confronted him. You were letting him walk you to class while he held your hand in his, his brown eyes watching your every move as he occasionally brought the back of your hand to his lips. It was a little weird having him stare at you so much, so you finally let out a loud sigh and pulled him off to the side.

“What’s up with you?” you asked.

“Huh?”

“Why are you clingier than usual?” you wondered, tugging down the mask that hid your scars. “Seriously, you’re never this clingy in public. You hate PDA, and you played with my hair and kissed my cheek a million and one times during lunch break.”

Your mate just shrugged, “Is it a crime to be affectionate, _____?”

“No, but when you’re not usually this affectionate, I like to know what’s wrong.”

“I just–”

Jihoon stopped to run a hand through his hair. He didn’t look angry or frustrated though. He looked…flustered. His ears were red, that same blush growing on his face as he looked at the ground, hoping to find words that wouldn’t embarrass the hell out of him.

“After what…happened,” he began, keeping his voice down in case anybody was trying to listen, “I just feel…I don’t know. I want to be near you a lot, I guess – at least for now. Everyone’s still kind of shaken up, especially Faye even if she wants to pretend she’s not, so I just need to be around you.”

“Aw,” you cooed with a giggle, making Jihoon’s face turn an even brighter red, “you’re feeling all warm and fluffy for me!”

“Jesus Christ, _____, can you not?” he groaned softly, his eyes shifting to see if anybody was watching.

Thankfully, people knew to not stare at either of you.

“What? You’re the one acting all cutesy!”

“Yeah, but it’s different,” he grumbled.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, “So you’re the only one allowed to be cutesy?”

“Yes.”

Jihoon started dragging you through campus again, so you pulled your mask back up and let him bring you wherever. You had about thirty minutes until your next class, so you weren’t in any rush. However, when you started going toward the arts building, you were confused. Not only were you not studying any of the arts, but Jihoon didn’t have any classes that day so he had no reason to bring you there.

You didn’t say anything as he pulled the door open and gestured for you to walk in first. You’d only been in the arts building a few times just to accompany some of the mates, but you’d never been in with Jihoon.

“Where are we going?” you wondered as Jihoon put his arm around your waist and started leading you down the hall. “I thought we were going to study.”

“Yeah, but you can do that tonight,” he shrugged.

“Jihoon,” you whined.

“Can you just trust me? I want to spend alone time with you and do some cute shit, so stop complaining,” he stated with a frown, yet he kissed your temple afterwards.

He led you toward the music wing, but he didn’t exactly go to the music room you often visited for Seungkwan. Instead, he suddenly turned a sharp left and tugged open one of the side doors for the auditorium. He gently pulled you into the darkness before letting the door close behind you.

He could see perfectly as he brought you backstage with him, but you were tripping over your own feet and the carpet. Thankfully, Jihoon was able to keep you from falling over with his quick reflexes.

The place was totally empty, so your footsteps echoed when you hit the stage. He found the lights and turned only the stage ones on. The glow of the lights bounced off the recently mopped stage, and made the entire auditorium glow dimly. You also found that off to stage left was a grand piano.

“What’re we doing?” you asked once again.

“Spending time together,” he answered simply with the cutest smile on his face as he looked at you. “Do you remember the last time I ever played piano for you?”

“Yeah, when Yoona and Minghao got Junhui that keyboard for his birthday,” you nodded, recalling how only a month later, Mingyu somehow accidentally dropped it down the basement stairs.

“Right,” he nodded, taking your hand again and leading you over to the bench, “so it’s been a while, huh?”

You always loved when Jihoon would play any sort of instrument for you. He didn’t do it often because he was kind of shy when it came to showing you or anyone in the pack what he was working on. But man, did you live for the rare moments he wanted to show off his skills. It was like Jihoon was amazing at anything he tried.

You sat down beside Jihoon as he lifted up the cover to the keys. He stared down at them as he gently ran his fingertips over the white keys, listening to the faint twinkle he heard with his enhanced hearing.

“The janitors always keep that one door unlocked for some reason,” Jihoon suddenly said as he placed his fingers on the starting keys, “so this is where I’ve been coming the last few days.”

“You mean I could’ve been hearing you play more this entire time?” you gasped, feigning hurt.

He chuckled, his cheeks blushing a soft pink, “Yeah, you could. But I was kinda preparing something for you, so it had to be a secret. You’ve...kind of...been all I can think about, so…yeah…”

“Preparing something?” you asked quietly, suddenly feeling very shy, which was weird since you never felt shy. “You mean like…a song?

“Yeah,” he nodded, the blush reaching the tips of his ears now.

Jihoon cleared his throat awkwardly before he began playing. Your eyes stayed on his fingers as they danced across the keys delicately, not missing a single note. He hardly even needed to pay attention because he’d played this song he wrote for you so many times just to get it perfect, and it paid off because you were in absolute awe.

The song sounded soft and beautiful, but still happy. It was almost like a peaceful lullaby that you’d sing to a baby to lull them into a sleep full of happy dreams. There weren’t any lyrics, but it didn’t need any. Jihoon managed to expertly express all of his emotions through the piano keys, and it was incredible.

It almost made you want to cry.

The song softly came to an end, the music fading until he removed his hands from the keys and the auditorium fell silent again with the soft noise of the piano reverberating off the walls. You just stared at Jihoon while he stared down at the piano.

“You…” your voice trailed off, unsure of even what to say. You felt a lot of things but you couldn’t put any of those things into words. “Jihoon, I–”

“I love you, _____,” Jihoon cut you off, picking up on your struggle to grasp for words. He finally looked at you, his gold eyes warm. “I may not be as affectionate as the other guys, but I love you a lot.”

“I know that,” you nodded, cupping one of his cheeks in your hand. He leaned into your touch with a quiet hum, “but I love you because you’re you. You show your feelings in other ways, and I love that. If you acted more like Soonyoung or Mingyu or Chan, you wouldn’t be you.”

You expected him to say something sarcastic as he always did, but instead, he smiled, “Thanks, _____.”

His lips captured yours in a sweet kiss, letting his lips settle into yours for a moment before he pulled away. He pressed a kiss to the button of your nose before pulling away again.

“Do you want to learn something?” he offered, gesturing to the piano.

“Can I ask you something first?”

“Mm,” he hummed, putting his fingers back on the keys.

You turned your head to look at him, “How did you write that song for me?”

He paused, looking away from the piano in favor of looking at you. His eyes had a sparkle in them when his gaze met yours, “I just kind of took my feelings and translated them into music as best as I could.”

“So that’s what your love for me sounds like?” you giggled.

He grinned down at the piano as his cheeks turned pink once again, and you nudged him teasingly, “Yeah, I guess so. But nothing will beat the sound of your laugh.”

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before you, jihoon had never referred to his apartment as home.

it was always my apartment, my house, my flat, my place, because while he did like his house, and its white-tiled kitchen and spacious bedroom, something about it felt a little empty. just a smidge — a small, hollow space, like it was waiting for something. or rather, someone.

and then there was you. filling up the space like you’d been shaped exactly right for it; slotting into his life, his place, perfectly.

it started from the very first date: you’d dropped a bracelet in his car when he dropped you back to your own place, and he’d left it carefully on his dresser to return it to you for the promised second date. except jihoon had forgotten, over and over, until you finally came over to his, laughing in that easy way of yours when you spotted it.

that first bubble of laughter spilling from your lips inside his four walls made him think. it was early, still, but that was the moment, the feeling — that this was going to last. you were going to make your little nest in his life, and he was going to be more than happy to welcome you in.

and that’s exactly how it happened. it was slow, at first. your spare toothbrush in his bathroom. an extra bottle of hair conditioner, your favourite brand, his favourite scent. your favourite juice stocked in the fridge.

spare, leftover clothes of yours; jihoon had made space in his closet for you eventually, shifting aside some of his own clothes, making you a divot in the drawers. the day he showed you it — totally casual and cool, because it wasn’t a huge deal! — you’d cried a little. which was both sweet and slightly bitter: he hated seeing you cry. just the fact that you didn’t think he would do something like that for you stung a teensy tiny bit — because he’d move much more than clothes for you, he’d move the ends of the earth if he could.

and then you moved in. which was exciting, more exciting than jihoon would admit. you yourself were buzzed, dancing around your cardboard boxes and forcing him to dance with you. that pretty laughter of yours echoing of the walls, sparkles in your eyes, filling the place with love. making the house a home.

an / can u guys tell i am obsessed with the concept of jihoon in love. it’s important to me.

#woozi x reader #jihoon fluff #jihoon x reader #seventeen fluff #woozi fluff #woozi fic #jihoon fic #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fic #seventeen x reader #woozi comfort

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The Busiest Night Manager in Seoul - Part 2

Part of the Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa collaboration

Genre: Hotel AU, eventual smut.

Pairing: Night Manager Baekhyun x Hotel Guest Reader, Head of Security Lee Jihoon x Hotel Guest Reader

Word Count: 10,230

Warnings: More terrible Christmas themed innuendo, roleplay if you squint, effects of drink spiking, lots of sexual tension, alcohol use, smut.

A/N: Remember last time when I said I was breaking the fic up so that I didn't drop a 15k monster on you? Well my finger slipped and now you get 10k. There is still Part 3 to come! Whoops! I hope you enjoy this.

The downside of the plan you’d formulated was the complete obliteration of your normal sleep schedule. Messing with the night manager kind of relied on you being awake… at night. The more days that passed, the later you stayed up. You knew you were in for a hell of an adjustment back to reality once the end of the week came and you had to return home, but for now, you were free to make poor decisions in regards to your sleep.

You’d frequented the bar, making note of how there were actually a few staff members around until midnight. After that, it was just Baekhyun and his many disguises. It confused you how you seemed to be the only person who noticed that the man at the front desk, the bar, the piano, room service and waiting tables were all the same person. To you it was blindingly obvious but he did it with such speed and charm that if you weren’t noticing him, then maybe you’d never pick up on the ruse. The real question was why were there no other staff? Why was he all alone during such an incredibly busy time of year? Wasn’t this hotel meant to be swanky?

Your phone chimed, notifying you that it was almost 10pm which meant that his shift would be starting soon. You weren’t sure what game you were playing at but you felt a pull to him and you hadn’t noticed him flirting with anyone else. So, on your third night at the hotel, you decided to test the waters. You were going to stay up late and see if you couldn’t get him to talk. Also, you needed to make another guess about his favourite ornament. Last night you’d left a napkin at the front desk with your guess on it, figuring he’d know what you meant. When you woke up this morning there was a reply waiting for you at the front desk which simply said guess again.

It was Christmas in July Eve, if that was even a thing, which meant that the hotel was busy. You stood in front of the tree in the lobby and stared at the ornaments as guests and staff rushed past you. You had three more nights to guess the correct ornament and more than the promise of free drinks, you just wanted to get the right answer. You didn’t think it would be one of the baubles. It had to be one of the odd ornaments, the kind that were only classified as a Christmas decoration because they had a Santa hat on or something trivial like that. You moved closer, slowly making your way around the tree.

“You’re getting warmer.” His playful voice sounded from behind you.

You smiled as you heard him speak. Something about his voice was so warm and inviting. You still hadn’t shaken the feeling that you knew him from somewhere. You were pretty sure you’d remember that face if you’d seen it before but you had this strange sense of deja vu every time you laid eyes on him. Not wanting to appear too happy to see him lest you give up your ruse, you placed your hands on your hips and huffed as you turned to face him. “I don’t recall asking for any hints.”

He chuckled softly at your response. “Good evening to you too.” He glanced at the tree, scanning it to make sure his favourite ornament was indeed still there. “How was your day?”

You hummed as you followed the spots of the tree where his gaze had lingered, making note of the ornaments in those areas, hoping he wasn’t successfully tricking you. “Tedious if I’m honest.” You replied.

He frowned slightly. “Why so? Aren’t you on holiday?”

“I am, but it was a reward from work so it included a one day conference, which was today. Let’s just say I’m not sure this trip was a reward anymore. I think it was a punishment with a 2 day buffer on either side to soften the blow.” You were complaining. About your all expenses free trip because for six hours of your day you’d been stuck in a conference with people who were passionate about selling insurance, and all of the ways to convince clients to sign up for extras. You hated it. You sold their insurance, yes, but you sold it when you were approached by clients. You never tried to give them more than what they needed. You really didn’t believe in ripping people off and in your town, this had resulted in everyone coming to you for their insurance needs because they knew you weren’t going to do exactly what every person in today’s conference was trying to do.

Baekhyun sucked in a breath. “That bad huh?” You nodded, a small pout forming on your face. “What do you do for work?” He asked.

You sighed. You hated the look you got whenever you told someone you were an insurance salesperson. It was always as though you’d just ruined a perfectly good interaction. “I work for an insurance company as a salesperson.” You replied.

“I used to work for a bank.” He replied, a small grin ghosting his features. “You can look less scared of me judging you harshly now.” He chuckled. “Business meetings are rarely enjoyable. There’s always those corporate lapdogs who descend upon us mere mortals to instruct you on how to make more money for the company at the expense of the little guy.”

“Exactly!” You said a little too loudly. The echo of your voice startled you which only made Baekhyun laugh. “I’m not that by the way, I just work in a small town and because I don’t follow what the higher ups try to push on us, I have more sales. Go figure.”

“I’m glad you aren’t a slimy sales rep, I’d have to stop speaking to you if you were.” He grinned. Before you could reply to that jab he once again glanced at the tree. “Have you got a guess for me? I’ll be run off my feet once the staff who are kindly working overtime go home so it’s probably best if you guess now.”

“Tell me one thing.” You started.

“I thought you didn’t want hints.” He smirked.

“I never said that. I just hadn’t asked until now.” He shook his head as he laughed. “Is the ornament somewhere I can see it? Like it’s not up near the top of the tree or anything like that is it?” You asked.

He shook his head. “No, it’s somewhere where I can easily spot it every day.”

You pondered his words as you took one more lap around the tree. You were conscious of the fact that Baekhyun was following you as you walked. You stopped in front of an ornament you’d spotted the previous night. It was at the front of the tree so it was visible from most of the lobby area as well as if you were to walk past the tree. It was cute, and only just Christmassy enough to be acceptable as an ornament. “This one.” You said as you pointed at the small corgi who was holding a snow globe in its mouth. The small figure had a wrapped gift and a candy cane next to it but the focus was the expressive corgi.

Baekhyun stood right behind you, just far enough back that it could be passed off as professional and that he was simply explaining an ornament to you but you could feel the space between your two bodies. You just knew that if you took one step backwards you’d bump into his chest. You face heated up at the closeness and you were glad he couldn’t see the effect he was currently having on you. There was just something about this man. “Ah Mongryong, that adorable rascal. His happy little face just makes my day.” His voice was low as he spoke, still cheerful but only loud enough for you to hear. “One drink voucher coming right up.” You knew the exact moment he stepped away from you, the closeness of him vanishing, and you released a breath that you hadn’t realised you’d been holding in.

It didn’t take long for Baekhyun to return with your drink voucher. You could see staff members beginning to dissipate and head home for the night which meant your time with Baekhyun was probably over for the night. You’d still see him and talk to him, you were sure of that, but he’d refuse to admit it was him as he played his various roles. “It’s a pity.” You said as he handed you the voucher.

He tilted his head in question. “What’s a pity?”

You sighed dramatically. “It’s a pity that you have to work. I’d ask you to have a drink with me otherwise.” You smirked. “I hear your bartender makes an excellent cocktail.”

He stared at you, as though he wasn’t quite sure how to respond. “That is a pity, truth be told. However, I’m sure our resident bartender Taemin will keep you company. His specialty is a Love Me Right.”

“I’ve never heard of that one before.” You replied.

He shrugged. “Well this is a classy establishment so we had to change the name.”

“What was it before?” You asked.

A knowing smirk appeared on his face. “Something far more explicit.”

“Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to deduce it myself?”

Baekhyun moved closer to you, a move that to you felt like it was in slow motion. He was so close to you, you could smell his cologne, could feel the heat radiating between your two bodies. You were just two people standing close together to an outsiders gaze but in your small sexual tension filled bubble there was a whole lot more going on. Surely he could feel this electric pulse that moved between the two of you. Surely that wasn’t just you. His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Lick her Right.”

Then he was gone. Whisked away to perform his job. You just stood there in front of the tree and tried to collect your thoughts from the depths of sin that they had rapidly descended to. You didn’t go directly to the bar. That felt desperate after what had just conspired between you and Baekhyun. Especially since you both knew that he was the bartender in question.

Instead you took a walk around the grounds to cool your head. The hotel was thoroughly decorated and you kept hearing parents telling their children that Santa might even make an appearance. Your thoughts drifted back to the Night Manager. You planned to spend time away from your room tonight but you also didn’t want him to think that he was the sole reason for you being out of your room at this hour (even if that was mostly the truth of the matter. Apparently you were that person now). He intrigued you. You enjoyed the albeit short conversations you’d had with him, the flirting was fun, plus it didn’t hurt that he was very, very attractive. And now all you could think of was that damn drink and its double meaning.

***

You were watching Baekhyun Chanyeol play piano as renowned jazz singer Zhang Yixing performed an impromptu set, a mixture of his songs and Christmas carols. The singer was surprised when the pianist had announced that he had agreed to do a small set for the very special occasion that was Christmas in July. The woman he was seated with had an expression on her face of confusion and annoyance. Though once Yixing began to sing her face lost any negative emotions and pure unfiltered adoration replaced it.

You were surprised at how adept at piano Baekhyun was and how well his playing, and occasional vocal harmonies, complemented Yixing’s voice. Between the two of them they held the room in the palms of their hands. It was as though they had cast a spell on their audience as all noise ceased to exist outside of the music being performed. Even children stopped to sit in silence as they were bewitched by the two men on the small stage. Baekhyun Chanyeol had donned a black velvet jacket with tails and white gloves, completing the look with a santa hat to hide most of his hair. No one seemed to notice that the bar was left unattended for the twenty minutes that they played.

Applause broke out the moment they concluded their set, Baekhyun Chanyeol bowing then quietly disappearing while the crowd praised Yixing’s voice and thanked him for the very intimate performance. By the time you turned your attention from the scene in front of you, Baekhyun Taemin was back at the bar chatting about whiskeys with a couple of men. He was fast on his feet, you had to give him that.

So far you’d seen Baekhyun fulfil three roles, night manager, bartender and pianist. How many more could he possibly manage?

***

“How long have you been a bartender?” You asked.

“Hmm” He pondered, mentally calculating the years in his mind. “About 5 years I think.”

You wondered if anything Baekhyun Taemin said was true or if it was all made up for this character. It was feasible that he had worked as a bartender before, that much was easy enough to deduce just from watching him work. He had an easy smile and effortless way of making anyone who walked up to the bar calm. He could pull off the flourishes that you’d only seen cocktail bartenders in movies do. He gave the guest in front of him his full attention, smiling warmly once he finished their order. You were enamoured.

“What is your best cocktail?” You asked.

He chuckled as he cleaned a glass, putting it away before repeating the action with the next one. “Define best. Best looking, best tasting, best at getting you blackout drunk? So many options.”

You smiled. “You’re the bartender, how about the best cocktail for me?” His fingers tapped the counter as he stared at you, assessing you.

“For you. Ah but what if you judge me harshly off what I select for you? How could I live with myself?” He said dramatically.

“I’ve been at this bar a few nights in a row now.” You said as you swirled your straw through the last remnants of your drink. “You know my taste in drinks by now and you’d also have some idea of me as a person unless you are the worst bartender in history.”

He stared at you for a few more moments, his eyes laser focused on you. Then without uttering a word he began to mix a drink. You couldn’t work out what he was making, it wasn’t too intricate but he made sure to conceal the ingredients from you. The only thing you were certain of was that there were apples in it because you saw him put the fruit through the juicer.

To your surprise he placed two drinks in front of you. One was in a short glass, a cloudy green colour with something coating the rim of the glass. The other was in a hurricane glass and was a mixture of white and pink colours with two cherries as a garnish. “Are both of these for me?” You asked.

He nodded. “I think they represent you well. At least, the parts of you that I’ve gotten to know this week.” He slid the green drink towards you. “This is an Apple Pie. It’s tequila mixed with fresh apple juice with a small amount of cinnamon dusting the rim of the glass. It barely tastes like alcohol but it is potent. It’s an intriguing drink that makes you come back for more because it’s sweet like a dessert but a little tart as well. It’s easy to have until it hits you like a truck. It’s subtle and gets under your skin.” You hung off every word, even when some of those words could be misconstrued as insults. You lifted the glass to your lips and took a sip. The cinnamon and apple complemented each other so well that you never even tasted the tequila. It was delectable, you couldn’t fault him on that. Not too sweet, but not too sour either. A perfect balance.

He slid the second drink towards you. “This is a Pickled Tink. It's an odd concoction of raspberry vodka, pina colada and strawberries. It is sweet, unsuspecting, creamy, and gives the feeling of escapism. It looks relatively easy to read but there’s an underlying alluring quality about it.” The coy yet suggestive smile on his face made you feel like you were blushing as he described the drink. You took a sip through the straw and were gobsmacked. You were expecting more of a pineapple taste due to the pina colada mix but it was like drinking strawberries and cream with a little kick at the end to remind you that there was indeed vodka in it. Both of the drinks he’d made were ones you were adding to your list of cocktails that you absolutely loved. You weren’t really focused on how well they represented you but more how well they fit your taste. If you focused too heavily on his descriptions of the cocktails then you’d have to process the fact that he alluded to you being under his skin, alluring, intriguing as well as unsubtle, a tart and potent. Those were descriptors to unpack another night.

“They are both wonderful and dangerously easy to drink.” He laughed at you as you took another sip of each.

“I don’t recommend mixing them unless you want to be sick so I’d just pick one and stick with it.” He glanced down the bar as guests approached. “I’ll return shortly to see which drink is the victor.” You watched as he chatted with guests, flirting playfully with some of the women which kept them at the bar spending money. He brushed off their advances with ease, not hurting their feelings but ensuring that they were aware that whatever it was that they were hoping would happen, it would not be. The rejection was so smooth that they kept returning for the banter. He had this knack for making a person feel heard and seen. You couldn’t blame them for trying. Baekhyun Taemin was incredibly attractive. He fell somewhere between boy next door handsome and bad boy you know you shouldn’t get involved with even if you knew the sex would be worth it handsome and that was a deadly mix. The silver hair and eyeliner didn’t hurt either. For a fleeting moment you wondered what the real Taemin was like. That train of thought was interrupted by someone approaching you.

***

“Ma’am are you ok?” A stern but concerned voice sounded above you.

Your response was immediate. “I’m fine. Please don’t call me ma’am either.”

He sighed. “Ok then random lady who can’t get up off the floor, are you sure you’re fine?”

You were on the floor? Why were you on the floor and why was said floor concrete? Rather than attempting to focus on your surroundings you instead took umbrage with how he referred to you. “Random lady?”

He replied in a tone that suggested he was growing tired of the discussion about how to address you. Like that wasn’t the important thing to be focusing on. “I don’t know your name, hence the use of ma’am earlier.”

Well fair, the stranger had a point. You tried to stand but your ankle screamed in pain as soon as you put pressure on it. What had you done? The last thing you remembered was sitting at the bar in the hotel. You hadn’t even had that many drinks. “You’re not fine.” He said matter of factly. “Let me help.”

Strong arms helped you up to a standing position, he placed your arm over his shoulder as he supported your weight easily. It dawned on you at that moment that this man was a stranger and that you should probably be a bit more concerned about the fact that you were outside in a poorly lit area with a strange man who was easily stronger than you. “Who are you?” You asked, struggling to remain focused on anything other than the feeling of pain radiating from your ankle and the fuzz coating your brain.

“I figured the uniform would have given it away but I forgot how many drinks you’d had.” He saw the look of fear and confusion on your face and quickly corrected himself. “I’m Jihoon. I work security for the hotel.” He used his free arm to hold up his ID badge. “I was scanning the cameras, doing my job to keep an eye out for anyone in trouble or anyone who looked like they were going to cause trouble when I spotted you at the bar.” He stated.

“How flattering yet still creepy Jihoon.” You mumbled.

He scoffed. “Well not you, more I watched you because you were the perfect mark. Alone and easily distracted, not a smart mix on a busy night where everyone is absorbed in their own festivities. I kept an eye on you and sure enough I caught what you missed.”

“What did I miss?” This was probably important. You should probably pay attention to this. But your brain was tired of dealing with everything. So you leaned into Jihoon’s side, your mind drifting to the feeling of his body next to yours.

He repositioned himself to adjust to supporting more of your weight. You weren’t heavy but the weight was unbalanced. His tone became softer as he spoke. “The guy who approached you, who seemed less than willing to leave. Used lots of hand gestures to distract you from the fact that he slipped something into your drink. It’s not about you, it is my job to ensure the safety of our guests and correct me if I’m wrong but having your drink spiked generally compromises one's safety.”

You gripped his shirt as the realisation came crashing down on you, the fog over your brain alleviated for a moment. “What, I’ve been drugged?!”

“Yes, I don’t know what he laced your drink with though.” He started to slowly help you walk back towards the lobby of the hotel. “I had another member of my team watch the cameras while I went to deal with the person who sees no problem with spiking drinks - he is in police custody now by the way. Then I came to find you.”

The shock of what could have happened to you started to set in and you started to cry. Jihoon stopped to try and comfort you, rubbing your shoulder softly. “Hey, no, you’re ok. Let me get you back to your room and I’ll have someone come and check on you.” You were too lost in your thoughts to really hear him. You remembered a guy approaching you at the bar, offering to buy you a drink but you’d politely refused. He’d seemed fine with that and only stuck around for a few minutes of conversation. He did have a habit of talking expressively with his hands but you’d been distracted. You’d half listened to him and half watched Baekhyun Taemin as he kept glancing over at you to make sure you were ok. Then the next memory is when Jihoon found you. You were injured, had the man done anything to you? What if he had? The fear of how vulnerable you were was overtaking you. Jihoon shook you to bring you back out of your thoughts. “Hey, don’t do that.”

“What?” You choked out.

“Fall deep into the realm of what ifs. Let me tell you this much, you were drugged but we got to him before anything happened to you. I know the thoughts will play on your mind about what would have happened if we didn’t but I can assure you that I’m exceptional at my job and my team were hand picked by me. We do not miss. Your ankle is injured because when that creep tried to tell me that you were his girlfriend and I didn’t believe him, he let go of you and you fell. He let go of you to try and fight me,” Jihoon smirked. “But he underestimated my skills. He’s got a cracked rib and a broken nose but he brought that on himself.” He pulled out a small packet of tissues and handed them to you. “I cannot apologise enough for the fact that that piece of shit was even inside of this hotel.” You were in no state to chat, quietly wiping your tears and taking deep breaths to calm yourself. Your body moved on autopilot as Jihoon guided you through the lobby and to the elevators.

Jihoon got you back to your room and onto your bed before he radioed down to the front desk to request a doctor to assess your injuries as well as the effects of the drink spiking. “The doctor will be up soon. I also ordered some room service for you, courtesy of the hotel of course, but food can only help as far as I’m concerned. Do you want me to stay with you until they arrive?”

You shook your head. You’d calmed down considerably once reaching the safety of your room. You were doing your best to not dwell on the terrifying possibilities that could have taken place this evening if it weren’t for Jihoon and his team. “I’m very grateful for all that you’ve done for me Jihoon but I think I need a few minutes to myself to process.”

He nodded and gestured at your ankle. “Just doing my job but you are welcome all the same. I’ll let room service know to knock then enter with your food and I’ll have the front desk escort the doctor to your room so they can let them in.”

***

Baekhyun POV

He struggled to remain calm when he got the call from Jihoon. His only reassurance was the knowledge that the head of security would not have let that creep go unscathed before handing him over to the authorities. Baekhyun had enquired about your injuries, feeling guilt over the fact that he’d failed at watching over you at the bar tonight. He’d seen the man approach you and talk to you but his attention was torn between watching you and serving the other guests. He’d missed the vital moment where your drink had been tampered with and the subsequent moments where you’d been removed from the bar by the man.

He called the GP service that the hotel used and spoke with a medical professional. They were swamped with all kinds of holiday mayhem and wouldn’t be able to get to the hotel for hours. Baekhyun had asked if he could do anything. The doctor on the other end of the line told him how to check your ankle and determine if it was just a sprain or if you’d broken a bone. She also gave him an incredibly fast run down on signs to look out for with drink spiking, and at what point he needed to call them back with a list of symptoms. Most likely you were going to be lethargic, fuzzy and compliant, but he was to keep you awake until you became clear headed.

He took his notes and grabbed a first aid kit from his desk. Jihoon had said that you were upset but that keeping you calm was important as well as distracting you from thinking about what could have happened. With that in mind Baekhyun decided to don a white doctors coat, which was just a white coat from the kitchen staff but it looked close enough to the real thing, and a stethoscope, hoping to make you feel so ridiculous that you forgot about earlier in the night.

He’d been enjoying the night, with you playing along every time you spotted him. Like you were in on his little secret but you weren’t going to tell anyone. He was lucky that Van hadn’t killed him when he stole her date and got him to perform, Yixing was too nice to say no to something like that but the daggers that Van shot his way were the opposite of kind. It was a good thing she was utterly smitten with Yixing because she seemed to forget about Baekhyun as soon as Yixing started to sing.

The night had been insanely busy, as he knew it would be, but he’d found time to chat with you. He wanted more than just fleeting moments with you. He wanted to be able to talk to you without knowing that he’d have to leave if a guest appeared. He was enamoured by you which is why it pained him to know that something unspeakable almost happened right under his nose. He was now determined to make it up to you.

***

Your POV

Even though there was a knock at the door you still jumped slightly. Your mind was cloudy and it was difficult to keep focused on any one thing for more than a few moments. You were hesitant to call out for the person on the other side of the door to come in but then you remembered that they had to have a key to get in. “I’m going to open the door now.” The muffled voice said. It was familiar in a way that put you at ease.

“Okay.” You responded meekly.

Unfamiliar fear spiked as the door began to open. What if this person was untrustworthy? As far as you were aware there were no cameras in the rooms so how would Jihoon or any of his team be able to help you? You were supposed to be safe but what if you weren’t?

Then Baekhyun spoke.

His soft voice broke through your terror filled thoughts. You took a moment to look at him. He wasn’t in his night manager uniform. For some utterly baffling reason he was dressed as a doctor, and was holding a tray with a cloche covering whatever he was holding. You were pretty damn sure that he wasn’t a doctor and that you were in need of a real life medical professional, one with a degree and memories of their residency. “Um, Baekhyun, what are you doing?”

He looked at you, worry etched on his face. It eased slightly after his eyes roamed your form and found you still in one piece. They lingered on your ankle. It was covered with an ice filled hand towel to reduce the swelling. You waited but he just kept looking. “Uh, Baekhyun?”

Your voice finally reached him and he shifted on his feet. “I brought fries because Jihoon said you should eat.” He set the tray down on the edge of the bed and removed the cloche, the smell of warm fries filling the room, causing your stomach to rumble. “Please have some.” He said quietly.

You pulled the tray closer to you and grabbed a fry. “Thank you, but the fries, whilst very much appreciated, don’t answer my question.” You knew your head was fuzzy but you were certain that he was wearing a doctor's coat. Why?

“Oh right. Uh, well I rang for a doctor like Jihoon requested but they are swamped because of Christmas in July, go figure, so the very helpful doctor I spoke with told me what to look for so that I can assess you to see if you just need rest or if you need medical attention.” He replied.

“Again, that does not explain why you are dressed as a doctor.” You stated in between mouthfuls of fries. “These are excellent by the way.”

“I guess I kind of wanted to lighten the mood.” He sighed. “I’m only admitting this once, but you have been correct that I’ve been pretending to be different members of staff at night, going by different names and personas. I’m waiting for my boss to finish hiring more staff and I didn’t want it to look like the hotel was lacking. Until you, no one noticed. So I guess I thought that doing the same thing now might help keep you calm and comfortable? You’ve played along perfectly so far. I don’t know about you, but I’ve really enjoyed it.” His hands toyed with the stethoscope as he spoke, the only sign of his nerves.

“Oh so you mean to tell me that I haven’t been enjoying the company of Taemin or Chanyeol?” You said lightly. “You mean to tell me that I was right when I said you were everywhere?”

“If I was everywhere this wouldn’t have happened to you.”

“It’s your fault as much as it is mine, which is to say that neither of us is at fault.” The food was helping you keep focus. “Jihoon told me that guy watched and waited for his moment. If it wasn’t me, he would have targeted someone else.” That didn’t appear to make him feel any better. “I mean, it’s why you have Jihoon and his team right? It’s their job to see what everyone else might miss. And they didn’t miss. I’m a bit shaken up and will be a bit traumatised but I’m ok.”

“It must have been scary though.” He mumbled.

You paused your eating and looked at him. His guilt was eating at him, his posture making him appear small and defeated. You didn’t want to think about it because you knew that would spiral you back into terror. You wanted to sit and eat fries with Baekhyun, even let him pretend to be an actual doctor if need be. “Honestly I don’t have any memory. One minute I was at the bar, the next Jihoon was helping me up off the floor. I’m trying not to let my thoughts drift into what might have happened if Jihoon’s team hadn’t been there. He told me not to dwell on it either, that it would do me no good and only slow the process of moving forward. That all it did was give the creep power over me. He said it would be a very different situation if something had happened to me but since it didn’t, not giving that person the time of day in my mind was the best outcome I could aim for.”

He said nothing in response.

“Eat a fry.”

“What?” He asked.

“Eat a fry.” You repeated. “Eat a fry, and do what the nice phone doctor told you to.”

“Okay.” He said as he took some off the plate and ate. Fries were a magical food, you decided. They had kept you relatively coherent throughout this albeit brief conversation. You kind of hoped Baekhyun was ready to take over and do most of the talking because you were tired of concentrating on your words. Listening still wasn’t the easiest talk in your current state but it was far easier to do than to form consistently coherent sentences. “By the way, it’s Dr. Byun.”

You giggled. Actually giggled at the title he had given himself. It was one thing to assume multiple roles whilst working but in the confines of your room, Baekhyun trying to be a doctor was funny to you. He ignored your reaction as he moved to sit next to you.

“I’ll need to check your vitals first.” He placed the small first aid kit on the bed next to him and opened it. He quickly checked the contents and then returned his attention to you. He used his first and second fingertips to press gently against your throat as he checked your pulse.

“I think it’s obvious that I’m alive, Baekhyun.” You deadpanned.

He didn’t remove his fingers as he watched the seconds go by on his watch. “Dr Byun.” He corrected. Once a minute had passed and he was satisfied with your pulse he pulled out a small device and held it to your forehead. After a few seconds it beeped and he made a note in his phone of the reading.

“What was that for?” You asked.

He glanced up from his phone to reply. “Checking your temperature.” He put the earpieces of the stethoscope in his ears and gestured for you to sit up. “Now I need to check your breathing. If you could sit up for me.” He held the chest piece in his palm to try and warm it before placing it just above your collarbone. “Now take a deep breath in and slowly exhale for me. Keep doing that until I tell you to stop.” He moved the stethoscope to the same spot on the other side of your body, then moved closer to your sternum, pausing once he realised that he’d have to place the stethoscope on the swell of your breast. “Here, hold this,” He handed you the end of the instrument and tapped a spot just to the right of your sternum. “Hold it there.” You placed it in the spot he asked and took a deep breath, moving it to the other side when instructed. You followed the places his hands indicated on his own body as you moved down and under your breast. He took the instrument back off you when he was ready to move to your back to repeat the process.

“You didn’t need to get me to do that Baek.” You breathed.

“Dr Byun.” He once again corrected. “And it felt improper given the circumstances. Deep breath in” He was quiet as he listened to your lungs. “I only want you to feel comfortable.”

He wasn’t going to let the doctor thing go. Your brain still found it funny to think of Baekhyun as a doctor. Doctors weren’t fun. Baekhyun was fun. Doctors were all clinical and closed off. Baekhyun was warm and conversational. “I feel comfortable with you Baek Dr Byun.”

He cleared his throat as he finished up listening to your breathing. “I’m glad that you feel comfortable with me, even though we’ve only just met.”

You smiled. “You look too young to be a doctor.”

He grinned. “That’s very kind of you to say.” He placed the stethoscope back around his neck as he turned his attention to your ankle. He removed the makeshift ice pack which made you wince. “Your ankle is a bit swollen. I’m going to have to manipulate it a bit so please tell me when it hurts. I need to check if it’s just a sprain or if you need an x-ray.” You nodded which prompted him to add. “I need verbal consent.”

“Ok Dr Byun.” You replied. The fuzz in your brain liked the feeling of being touched but the small rational part of you was not welcoming the pain that you knew you’d feel once he started to move your ankle about.

He gently pressed his fingers around your foot and ankle, asking if it hurt when he pushed certain points. Most of the spots he touched elicited a dull ache but not the sharp pain that you felt when he hit one particular spot. He made a note of it and then moved on to rotating your foot which hurt a lot less than you had anticipated. However, when he applied pressure to your heel and pushed upwards the pain returned. It was enough to cause you to yell out but it wasn’t unbearable.

“I think you just have a sprain so I’m going to wrap your ankle and elevate it. We’ll apply cold to it periodically to help reduce the swelling. I can’t give you any medication until I hear from the police about what exactly your drink was laced with. Your temp is a little high and your heart rate is a little high.” You hummed, not really paying attention to him as he spoke. You just wanted him to keep his hands on you, they felt nice.

He watched you and sighed. You were clearly under the effect of something and the sooner he knew what it was, the better. He liked coherent you, the you that would happily volley with him in conversations. This you was still cute and endearing but you were drugged and so he was having to fend off the fact that you seemed to be happiest when his hands were on you. If you still felt that way when you were in control of yourself then it would be a different story but for now, he would only provide PG rated comfort. With nothing else to do he grabbed some of the tape and a bandage from the first aid kit and began to wrap your ankle. Once he was satisfied with his handiwork he put your foot back down on the bed.

You frowned when his hands left you. The action definitely not lost on him. He ignored it in favour of dialling Jihoon to check for an update. He answered on the second ring.

“Boss, how is she?” Jihoon asked.

“Her ankle is ok, I’ve just wrapped it but she’s clearly drugged. Any leads on what is in her system?” He replied.

“I was actually just about to call you. The police rang to let me know that she’s been drugged with a low level dose of MDMA. She’s likely to be a bit incoherent and uh a bit uninhibited. It’s been in her system for a couple of hours now and they said normally it could take up to 12 hours to be fully absorbed but given the low dose she was given it’ll be closer to 4 hours.”

“So we’re halfway through it then.” Baekhyun replied.

“Seems that way. Do you need me to come back and watch her so you can return to the front desk?” Jihoon asked.

“No, I’ve got Jinki watching it. I’ll let you know if I need to leave so you can keep an eye on her. I think we’ll be fine though, most of the guests have turned in for the night. Funny how the threat of Santa not visiting can make everyone go to bed even when they’re adults.” He chuckled.

“Alright, well I’m here until you clock off so let me know.” With that Jihoon hung up. Baekhyun looked at you on the bed, your hands playing with the quilt cover, almost stroking it. That would be the tactile fixation from the drug.

He stood and moved from the bed to an armchair on the other side of the room. You whined at the distance he created, not understanding why he didn’t want to be near you. You thought he liked you. “Baekkkkhyun.”

“Dr Byun.”

“Ugh whatever. Dr Byun, don’t you like me?” You whined.

“I have to keep an eye on you until the drugs are out of your system. You need to drink more water as well.” He replied.

You rolled over onto your side to face him. “I thought you liked me.” You sulked. “But you don’t want to be anywhere near me. Am I so repulsive to you?”

He leaned forward in his chair, his hands raking through his hair. “You are not repulsive. You are, in fact, so not repulsive that I had to move to the other side of the room so that we don’t do something we’ll regret when you’re sober.” He sounded frustrated. You wanted to help him be less frustrated.

You looked at him, confused about what he meant. “What do you mean?”

He held his head in his hands. “Right now being touched and touching things feels amazing to you doesn’t it?” You nod and hum in agreement. “That is the drug talking. I can’t allow you to touch me or me to touch you until it wears off. It would be highly inappropriate.”

“You like me?” You smiled at him.

He laughed. “That’s what you took from this? Yes, I like you. Quite a lot I think.”

Your smile grew. “I like you too, whatever version of Baekhyun you are right now. You’re a bit weird, with all of the role play stuff, but I kind of like it, and I like you.”

He smiled to himself, warmth blooming in his chest. Drug induced or not, he knew your words were sincere. “Try to rest, we’ll talk more later.”

“I’m tired but I can’t sleep.” You replied.

Baekhyun turned on the TV and selected an animated kids movie. He watched you zone out completely before you eventually drifted off to sleep. He glanced at his watch and saw that the time read 1am. He cursed himself for the last job he had to do as it meant leaving the room.

He stood and texted Jihoon before scribbling down a small note and placing it on your bedside table.

I promise I’ll be back before my shift ends. There’s one more job Jinki and I need to do for the night. Don’t worry if you wake up and I’m not here. This is my number if you need me. If you can’t reach me, this is Jihoon’s number… he should be ok with me giving it to you.

Dr Byun, Not Taemin, Not Chanyeol, but most importantly - Baekhyun.

[1:02AM] Baekhyun: I have to leave to help Jinki with the presents before the guests wake up. Can you keep an eye on her door?

[1:02AM] Jihoon: You got it, boss. Go be merry old St Nick.

***

You wake up feeling groggy and a bit disorientated. As you rub the sleep out of your eyes you notice the piece of paper on the bedside table. You can tell it has writing on it but your eyes have yet to catch up with your brain so the words remain blurry. Your mouth felt like cardboard and you knew you looked seedy. Thankfully you’d memorised the route to the bathroom and didn’t need your eyes to work properly in order to get you to the shower and toothpaste you desired. Once you stood up, your ankle reminded you that you were injured. You limped your way to the bathroom and decided to run a bath, that way you could keep your bandages dry and your foot elevated. While the bath filled with water you went about brushing your teeth, determined to get that cardboard that had been left by the garbage bins in the rain taste out of your mouth.

You sink into the divine warmth of the bath, lathering yourself with scented body wash and allowing your body to relax. You remember everything that happened to you, bar that period between you being at the bar and being outside the hotel. You remembered Jihoon helping you and then Baekhyun looking after you. Was he still in your room? You hadn’t brought a change of clothes to the bathroom. You couldn’t walk back out there naked, but you didn’t want to put that dress back on. You noticed a bathrobe hanging on the door and thanked past you for leaving it there.

Once you’d finished washing away the feeling of the night before (even if it was only 4 or 5 hours ago) you drained the tub and carefully got out, making sure not to put too much pressure on your bad ankle. You dried yourself and donned the robe before limping your way back out into your room. Baekhyun was nowhere to be seen. Wait there was a note by the bed. He must have left that there for you. You made your way over to the bed and sat down, reading the short but sweet note he’d left. He liked you. Like actually liked you. You couldn’t help but smile, glad that the drugs in your system hadn’t embellished the details of his feelings towards you.

The sound of your door unlocking chimed. This time you were only fearful for the briefest of moments before the logical part of your brain kicked in to remind you that only Baekhyun, Jihoon & Jinki knew where your room was and that the man who had preyed upon you was in police custody with one hell of a shiner courtesy of Jihoon.

A red coat with white trim and a black belt with matching red pants came into view. You shook your head. Maybe there was still something knocking around in your system because the sight before you was ridiculous. Baekhyun shuffled into the room, smiling when he saw you sitting up. “How are you feeling?” He asked, completely ignoring the elephant in the room which was his outfit. He was not dressed like that earlier. You momentarily allowed yourself to visualise that doctor getup again. You wouldn’t be mad about it if he turned up in that in the future… but that wasn’t what was important right now.

“Am I still high or are you dressed like a slutty Santa?” You replied.

He chuckled as he finally seemed to remember how he looked. “Ah this.” He walked further into the room, glancing at his note which was still in your hand. “This was the last job Jinki and I had to do for the night. Junmyeon, my boss, wanted Christmas in July to be special. It’s not normal for anywhere in the Northern hemisphere to celebrate it since we have Christmas during winter but he wanted all of the children staying here to wake up to presents from Santa. So Jinki and I had to dress up - Jinki makes a ridiculous elf by the way - and place presents in front of every room that has a child staying in it.

“I get the Santa part but why the vaguely male stripper version of Santa? How is that child friendly?” You retorted.

He shook his head as he moved to sit on the bed next to you. “I had the belly and beard, I just took them off and left them in my office before I came back up here.” He didn’t miss the way your eyes roamed up and down his body.

“Good. I’d hate to hear about how you scandalised poor innocent children looking like this.” You cooed.

Baekhyun pulled you onto his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist. “What about you? Have you been a good girl this year?” He asked suggestively.

You batted your eyes at him, running a finger down the white trim of his coat that covered his chest. “Yes Santa, I have.”

He smirked. “Then Santa should pay you a visit and give you a present on Christmas morning.”

You leaned in closer, until your mouth ghosted over his ear as you whispered. “But if you ask nicely I might be bad for you. Santa Bae-k”

You heard the hitch in his breath as he swallowed thickly, his grip around your waist tightening as he shifted you so that you were straddling him. You pulled back and let your eyes roam over him, the ridiculous Santa costume that he somehow made sexy, the slicked back hair and look on his face. The tip of his tongue slid out to wet his bottom lip and something within you snapped. Maybe it was from all of the flirting, or the residual lack of inhibition you felt but you couldn’t hold back any longer. So you let go.

Your lips crashed into his messily, surprising him momentarily before he returned your kisses with equal fervour. He pulled you closer to him as your kiss deepened, feverishly passionate. The kiss was borderline sloppy, releasing all the tension built up in the past few days but neither of you cared, you were both too busy devouring each other. You kissed him like he was your lifeline and you could feel the passion coming from him as his tongue entered your mouth. You moaned as your hips involuntarily bucked into his.

Baekhyun broke the kiss to catch his breath and stare at you, his eyes filled with unchecked lust mixed with something else, gone before you noticed it. “You’re so beautiful.” He said, his voice lower than before. “Like a present ready to be unwrapped.” He winked at you.

You groaned. “Oh my god. Why are you trying to ruin the moment with lines like that?”

“Did you or did you not say Bae-k?” He countered. Well shit. He wasn’t wrong…

“I can neither confirm nor deny that statement.” You rambled. Your brain could not keep up with your mouth because you just kept talking while your brain was still incredibly conscious of Baekhyun’s hands gripping your hips and incredibly kissable lips which were within reach and now that you knew how sweet he tasted you only wanted more. “You could try to find some witness statements but I fear that it will just be your word against mine and in circumstances such as these I think you’ll find that -”

“Oh my god, shut up and let me kiss you.” He groaned, cutting you off as he reconnected his lips with yours. The kiss felt hot and wet and so unbelievably wonderful. He kept you guessing, giving you soft sensual kisses one moment and rough, animalistic ones the next. He was wrestling with his own desires as he tried to retain some sense of composure, and was quickly failing to do so. You ground your hips into him, desire pooling within you as your need for more grew. He moaned into your mouth, biting down on your lip as his hands began pushing your robe open.

“You are so fucking hot.” He whispered against your mouth as his hand slipped beneath your robe, ghosting over where you wanted him the most, making you gasp into the kiss, your arms now wrapped around his neck.

Baekhyun slid his fingers through your wet folds, kissing you harder as your hips moved with a mind of their own. You’d never felt desire like this before. Your pussy clenched around nothing. “Holy fuck, you are so wet baby. You want me this much?” His voice was rough with want.

You gripped his shoulders tightly, your nails leaving small crescent shaped marks on his skin, even through the fabric. “Baek. I need.” Your brain could barely function. You needed him to touch you properly, to finally cross that threshold. Coherency was swiftly making its exit from your being. “Want you to touch m-”

Riiiinnnnggggg

He glanced over at his phone before deciding to ignore it. He inserted a finger, slowly beginning to pump the digit into you. You were practically vibrating with desire which would be embarrassing if you weren’t so turned on and if his finger didn’t feel so heavenly inside of you. You gasped at the sensation as his thumb brushed against your clit before he inserted a second finger, preparing you for what was to come next. You moaned loudly as he scissored his fingers in you, stretching you out for him.

Riiiinnnnggggg

He froze, his fingers stilling in their ministrations. You whimpered at the lack of friction, grinding your hips into his hand until his free hand held your hips still, grunting at you to stop.

Riiiiiiinnnngggg

“Fuck.” He exhaled, torn between what he wanted to do and the fact that his work phone was ringing and no matter how much he wanted to continue drawing those delightful noises from you, he was the one in charge of the hotel at this moment in time. As much as he didn’t want to, he knew he had to answer it. “Hold on.” He grumbled, removing his hands from you and shifting you on his lap so he could reach for his phone.

His head dropped as he let out a deep sigh of frustration. “It’s my boss.” He frowned. “I’m so - you have no idea how sorry I am but I have to take this. He will just keep calling.”

“His timing is terrible.” You complained.

Baekhyun leant in to kiss you again, much softer this time. “Beyond terrible. Let me see what he wants, I promise it won’t take long.” You nodded, climbing off his lap and curling up on the bed as he adjusted himself and took a deep breath before finally answering the phone.

“Yah, what took you so long!?” A loud voice sounded down the line.

“I was busy.” Baekhyun said flatly, not in the mood for explaining himself further. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s a burst pipe on the fifteenth floor which has leaked into one of the rooms on the floor below. I need you to get a plumber out as soon as humanly possible, no matter the cost, and stop that leak.” Junmyeon’s voice rambled through the phone line, listing the plumbers that he refused to let step onto the premises and why. Baekhyun didn’t have the patience to listen to his boss, not when he had been so rudely interrupted from the incredible feeling of you beginning to lose yourself on his fingers.

Baekhyun tried to cut him off. “Ok, I’ll get on it now. Talk to y-”

Junmyeon interjected. “Not so fast, what is with you tonight? There’s more.”

“What?” Baekhyun asked, wishing his phone had broken so that he’d never answered this call. He was technically still on the clock for another three hours but the universe owed him. He’d gone above and beyond the call of duty for the past month. He deserved uninterrupted time to learn every inch of your body. Instead the universe had decided to cockblock him.

“I said it’s leaked into a room on the floor below. You’ll need to relocate the guests in that room.” He said.

“But we’re fully booked!” Baekhyun said exasperatedly.

“You’ll figure something out. You always do. I’ll be there in the morning for the Christmas in July breakfast so you can debrief me then.” The line cut out. Junmyeon had a bad habit of never ending a call properly when it was late at night. That had always irked Baekhyun.

Baekhyun walked back over to the bed, grabbed a pillow and crushed it into his face and yelled. You could hear the muffled sounds as you watched him, dumbfounded by the action. You knew that he had to leave the room and from the sound of the call, it was going to be very soon which meant you weren’t going to get to see his face as you gripped his length in your hand and guided it to your mouth tonight. But you were here for a couple more days. There was still time to show him all of the wonders your body could perform and in turn, experience all that he had to offer you.

He didn’t notice you as you crawled over toward him until you were tugging at the hem of his ridiculous jacket. He paid his vocal assault on the hotel pillow but did not remove it from his face. “How about you call to wake me in the morning? The hotel offers that service, don't they?” You offered.

He slowly lowered the pillow from his face, raising a brow at you. “You do realise my shift finishes at 6am right? That’s only a few hours from now.”

“No one said I have to stay awake… I just want your voice to be the first thing I hear. For it to bring me back to this moment so that when I inevitably fall asleep again my dreams will be of you and all that you’ve promised to do to me.”

“I’m pretty sure that I’d be fired for leaving you the wake up call that I would actually want to do.” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “I really wish I didn’t have to go now. Fuck. You have no idea the effect you have on me.”

You nipped at his neck, eliciting a groan from him. “I’m sure you’ll show me, hopefully sooner rather than later.” You placed one more kiss to his lips, a kiss that promised so much, before stepping away from him and watching him reluctantly leave your room.

He paused before walking through the door and smiled to himself. Not entirely believing what had almost transpired in your room. He felt a sudden need to make sure you knew he wasn’t just acting on desire, that he felt more for you than that. “I like you, like quite a lot so mark my words when I say I’ll make this up to you.”

“I like you too Baek.” You smiled sweetly at him, trying not to blush as the man who was knuckle deep in you a few minutes ago was now making you feel shy. You felt shy because he liked you, for more than just a one night stand. Why that made you feel more naked than you already were, you weren’t sure of. You’d unpack that another time. “Don’t forget my wake up call.” You added.

He beamed at you. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He pulled the door closed behind him as he left, already planning what he was going to say when he had a conversation with Junmeyon at breakfast.

Part 1 | Part 3 (coming soon)

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