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Secret Santa {Svt; Choose Your Ending}

Plot: You receive surprising gifts from a secret Santa, each one containing what could only be seen as a confession.

Pairings: Choose Your Own Ending; Jeonghan; Joshua; Wonwoo; and/or Woozi x Gn!Reader

A/n: Because it's hard to write for so many people in one fic, some members are not mentioned. And for those who might have missed it, I did a poll a while back to figure out who to do the endings for. Also, I was rushing to finish this at like Midnight before it's release day (aka Christmas), so sorry if its a bit rushed in some places, or I missed some typos.

Warnings: Some angsty moments, mentions of unrequited love. A kiss in Jeonghan's and Wonwoo's endings.

Words: ~2.5-6.1k (depending on how many endings you read)

You took a breath of anticipation as Seungkwan held out the hat for you. Reaching in, you let your hand scoop through the folded papers a few times before you grabbed one.

Pulling it out, you hid the paper behind your hand as you read it, 'Seungkwan'. Crumpling up the paper in your hand, you nodded at Seungkwan before he moved on to Jihoon beside you. You hoped your face was as blank, as you attempted to hide your reaction, giving nothing away.

After everyone received a name, Seungkwan briefly went over the whole idea of your Secret Santa exchange again.

You and some of the others were heading to a cabin for a winter holiday to celebrate Christmas before taking off time to spend with family.

Before heading to the cabin you had to get your person three gifts for the first three days of your holiday.

During those three days, you have to secretly leave one gift for them to find each day. You can leave them at their door, in their room or under the tree. On the fourth day, everyone would guess who their secret Santa is. If you guess correctly you win a prize and if anyone gets caught leaving a present they get punished. Those who were not guessed as being someone's Secret Santa would win a prize as well.

As everyone parted ways with an excited buzz between all of you, you excitedly began planning what to get Seunkgwan before you all left for your trip.

The few days leading up to your departure to the cabin came and went, and you managed to find gifts for Seungkwan fairly easily. Things you knew he would like, but would struggle with identifying who got them.

As soon as you all got to the cabin everyone began fighting over rooms. And as they argued, Jihoon caught your eye and shrugged his head towards the stairs. Understanding his silent meaning, the two of you made your escapes as you selected rooms and locked yourself in before anyone could try and take them from you.

Quickly, you took out Seungkwan's presents and hid two of them in the closet, while taking the first one and discreetly putting it in your pocket. It was small enough that you hoped you would be able to drop it off at his door without being noticed.

After taking some time to unpack your clothes, you began to head out, hoping to figure out what to have for lunch before you all went out to explore the surrounding property.

Stepping out of your room, you look down as you felt something hit your foot. A small long box was sitting in front of your door. Picking it up, you saw a label with your name on it. You smiled as you realized this person had the same idea as you.

If you wrote the name yourself, you might give yourself away. So, print out some labels with their name, and voila, a tag that can't be traced.

Heading back into your room, you excitedly tore the wrapping paper off and opened the box.

Inside was two necklaces, each one containing half of a heart that fit together perfectly.

"Couple necklaces?" You muttered softly as your heart hammered in your chest and confusion flooded your mind.

You knew some of the boys had couples rings or necklaces with each other, but if you were to have one with them, surely it would feel...different?

Seeing a small note in the bottom of the box, you took it out and opened it to see a short typed out note.

'I cant help but hope you would give me the other half.'

You felt breathless for a moment as you re-read the note a dozen times.

"Is this a confession?"

Your mind continuously found it's way to one person, no matter how many times you tried to shake the thought, it always came back to them. But you had no way of knowing it was them, and what if it wasn't? What if it was someone else?

Taking a few breaths, you placed the necklaces and note back in the box and put them in your suitcase. There was no real way to know the real meaning behind the necklaces, maybe the next present will reveal it for sure?

Trying to steady yourself, you didn't want to let your nerves get in the way of your day. And you didn't want to make yourself seem nervous to the others.

Leaving your room, you distracted yourself by trying to figure out which room Seungkwan was staying in. You hid your actions as an attempt to see if everyone was getting ready to go out. Managing to locate his room, you waited until he headed downstairs before dropping off the present and heading down after him.

As much as your group activities for the rest of the day did distract you, your thoughts remained solely on the necklaces and anonymous message as you lied in your bed that night begging sleep to take you.

The next morning, talk of everyone receiving their presents, only brought back your nervous thoughts. You watched everyone to see if they glanced at you, looked at you too long, or seemed too interested in your presents.

Even after you told them you received a necklace, no one seemed overly interested or suspicious.

Once again your thoughts were luckily distracted as you all spent your day out in the snow. Sledding with Jeonghan, Joshua, Jun and Mingyu. Snowman building with Jihoon, Wonwoo, Seungkwan and Dino. And then hot cocoa and good food.

By the time you had arrived back at the cabin later in the day, you had nearly forgotten about the necklaces completely.

After helping Mingyu unpack the cars, you headed inside, only to find Wonwoo teasing and laughing at Jun.

"What's going on?" You asked in curiosity.

Wonwoo smiled at you as he waved you over, acting as though he had a secret.

"I caught him leaving his present under the tree."

You gasped softly as you gently punched Jun's shoulder.

"Who was it for?"

Jun just avoided your eyes as Wonwoo leaned in closer, "Jeonghan."

You grinned as you shook your head, "So who chooses his punishment?"

"Woozi hyung." Jun said with a soft groan.

He put his hands together and pleaded with you, "Please just don't tell him who it was for I don't want Jeonghan finding out."

You and Wonwoo looked at each other as you both hummed, "I suppose." You said halfheartedly as Jun frowned.

Wonwoo grinned and teased him as he left to go find Jihoon. Turning to you he smiled softly, "Have you successfully dropped your present off today?"

Your eyes slightly widened at this but you tried to play it off, poorly, as Wonwoo chuckled, "Better do it soon."

"Shh." You shushed him before you ran up to your room, glancing back you saw him watching you for a moment and your heart skipped. Was he waiting for me to get to my room?

Letting out a soft sigh as you wondered if your Secret Santa was Wonwoo, you stepped into your room only to freeze as you saw a bag on your pillow.

Your stomach clenched with both excitement and anxiety as you walked over to the bag. Slowly reaching in, you felt something soft in your hands. Pulling it out, you smiled at the cute rabbit plushie that had been inside. Your eyes landed on a rolled up paper in its arms and your heart pounded hard in your chest.

Unrolling the paper, you wondered if it was more about this persons feelings, or maybe it held something more telling of who it was.

As you began reading he message, your stomach filled with anxious butterflies as you sat on the edge of your bed.

'I feel like I can only be confident in confessing my feelings in secret. Part of me hopes you never know its me, but a bigger part hopes you want it to be me. The fear of knowing your feelings has stopped me from confessing before. But I can't wait any longer. I know I have no control over how this ends. But I can hope it will be a happy ending.'

As you read the words over again, you found yourself hearing it in their voice. Closing your eyes you shook your head. It would only hurt so much more if it wasn't them. You could't put your hope in it being someone specific, you might only hurt yourself, and it wasn't fair to whoever it was leaving you these gifts.

Your chest was tight with anxiety as you feared things might get awkward with whoever had these feelings for you. Would you be able to get past it if you had no feelings for them? Would you be able to develop feelings for them?

You sat in silence as your mind ran wild with thoughts and worries before you suddenly remembered what you had come to your room for in the first place.

"Shit!"

You ran to get Seungkwan's second present before you realized you were still holding the note.

Rolling it back up, you placed it back in the bunnies arms and set it on your pillow. You gave it one last glance before retrieving Seungkwan's present and leaving.

After just barely managing to drop of Seungkwan's present in his room without getting caught, you made your way downstairs.

Spotting Jeonghan in the kitchen you felt your heart start to race a little a you took in a deep breath.

Spotting you he smiled brightly at you and your heart fluttered. 'What if it's him?'

Noticing he was getting out food for dinner, you looked out onto the patio to see Mingyu preparing to grill.

"Do you need help?" You asked and Jeonghan nodded.

"Sure, grab those ." He motioned his head at some packages of meat, so you walked over to retrieve them.

"Oh here, Y/n I'll help too!"

You turned at Joshua's voice as he appeared at your side, taking some of the packages. As his hands brushed yours, you felt your heart race again.

'It could be any of them couldn't it?'

As Joshua seemed unfazed by the contact, you tried to convince yourself you were over analyzing. You let out a soft sigh as you followed Jeonghan and Joshua outside. Your eyes wandered over all of them as your chest seemed to remain tight, an anxious feeling sat heavy on your shoulders for the rest of the night.

The next morning you woke up before everyone else, most likely because of your uneasy sleep. Dropping off Seungkwan's present at his door, you hid back in your room until you heard the other's begin to stir.

Today was your final full day at the cabin and you would be spending most of it at a nearby hot spring resort. Something your anxiety ridden body needed desperately.

You spent all night tossing and turning as you worried you would break someones heart, and have your own broken in return.

But as much as you feared this outcome, you had to admit, it felt nice knowing that one of them held those feelings for you. You loved all of them so much, that even knowing it might end sadly between one of you, you would be grateful for their feelings in the end. As much as you had accepted this resolve, your heart refused to stop hoping it was him.

The day itself was filled with relaxation and laughter, and you felt your stress begin to fade as you slowly accepted the fate yet to come.

Once you arrived back at the cabin after eating out. You took the time to shower before getting ready for bed. Your mind continued to wander to tomorrow, when it would be revealed who had feelings for you.

Exiting the bathroom, your eyes drifted to your bed, where you half-expected a new present to be sitting. Seeing nothing, you looked at the door as curiosity pulled you to check. Peaking out, you saw a wrapped box with an envelope sitting exactly where you had expected.

Looking around, but seeing no one, you let out a nervous breath and grabbed the present. Sitting down on your bed, you stared at it for a moment as you nervously bit your lip.

Finally opening the envelope, you pulled out and read the note with baited breath.

'I've tried to write this a dozen times but I cant find the right things to say. You'd think I would be better at writing down my feelings, but I'm too scared. Scared that you don't feel the same, scared that you will be disappointed that its me who feels this way. But I can't wait anymore. Tomorrow when you guess who your Secret Santa is, I know if will be who you want. Who you have feelings for. So all I can really do, is hope that tomorrow, it's my name that leaves your lips.'

Your eyes stung softly as you read the note, feeling the emotion from the person who wrote it. You knew how they felt. The fear and desperate hope that the person you love, loves you back. Guilt, worry and a hope of your own filled your whole being as you began to unwrap the final present.

Inside was a clear case, with a singular perfect preserved white rose. Beneath it was a small golden plaque with a date engraved on it.

As you stared at the date you furrowed your brow. "What does this mean?"

Suddenly, as if you had been electrocuted, you realized what the date meant. You remember where this flower came from.

You know who it is.

The next morning passed quickly as everyone ate breakfast chatting about the return home and discussion of everyone's presents. You remained fairly silent, watching everyone as you attempted to avoid looking too often at someone in particular.

Everyone seemed impatient to learn who their Secret Santa's were so it wasn't long before you were all gathered around the Christmas tree.

Mingyu, Jeonghan and Seungkwan all took their guesses. Mingyu guessed correctly that it was Dino who gifted him, while Jeonghan incorrectly guessed Seungkwan, when it was really Jihoon. You grinned as Seungkwan incorrectly guessed Mingyu as his Secret Santa, and you basked momentarily in your deception as he whined at you for guessing wrong.

When you realized it was now your turn to announce who you thought your secret Santa was, your heart began racing heavily as your chest grew tight.

Standing up as you faced everyone, you managed to keep your composure as your eyes scanned everyone briefly. They watched you in curiosity, only one of them truly understanding how intense this moment was. Only one of them knowing the importance and meaning behind the gifts your received.

Taking in a breath, you spoke confidently.

"I think my Secret Santa is-"

{Jeonghan's Ending}

Your eyes locked with his and you saw them light up, "Jeonghan."

There was a silent pause as the other's looked at him, none of them understanding the gravity of this moment.

Jeonghan nodded as a soft smile spread across his features.

Relief, excitement, and anxiety flowed through you all at once, it was almost overwhelming. The slowly growing grin on Jeonghan's face made your heart flutter, and chest grow warm.

The other's clapped as you guessed correctly, Seungkwan motioned for you to sit down, saying you'd get your prize for guessing correctly afterwards.

Dino rose to take his guess, and Jeonghan motioned over for you to now sit beside him on the couch where Dino had just been. Your's and Jeonghans eyes remained locked as you had a silent conversation before you sat down.

After taking a seat you glanced over at him to see him staring at you while trying to repress a smile. His eyes darted around your face as you saw how anxious he was.

You couldn't talk to him about the gifts or your own feelings until you were alone. But for now, you gently nudged him with your arm and gave him the slightest nod as you smiled. It was enough to tell him what he was desperate to know. His smile turned int a grin as he turned back to the others, though his mind was only on you.

Jeonghan silently willed the game to end, not caring that he made an incorrect guess about his own Secret Santa. He fidgeted with his hands nervously as he felt an anxious energy radiated through him. You were sitting right beside him, but he couldn't say anything, couldn't do anything, not yet. It was driving him crazy.

When the game finally ended, you followed Seungkwan, who gave you the choice of a variety of gift cards as your prize. All the while, he whined about not guessing you correctly as his Secret Santa.

You were patient, though your heart was beating unevenly in your chest. You could feel Jeonghan watching you from nearby as he waited for you.

Finally escaping Seungkwan as Mingyu came over to get his own prize. You approached Jeonghan, and before saying a single word, he grabbed your hand and dragged you up the stairs, not caring about the curious look Jun threw your way as you passed him.

Entering Jeonghan's room, he closed the door before pulling you into a hug. You were stunned at first, before you slowly wrapped your own arms around him.

"You guessed it was me because you wanted it to be right? Not just because I gave it away?"

You could hear the obvious anxiety in his tone and you let out a soft laugh as you nodded.

"Yes Jeonghan, I wanted it to be you. Even before you gave it away, I wanted it to be you."

He let out a sigh of relief as he tightened his grip on you momentarily. Pulling away, his eyes met yours and he let out a bashful chuckle. "I was so scared."

You chuckled, "Me too."

Overwhelmed, he pulled you back into a hug and you laughed. "I'm so happy, I don't know what to do." He admitted.

You laughed as you understood exactly what he meant.

"This is fine, this is perfect." You said softly as you hugged him back.

You remained like this for a few moments as your nerves settled. Jeonghan let out a sigh before he pulled away again. Placing his hands on either side of your face he stared at you for a moment, his eyes darted around your face.

"That day you gave me that flower it was at the solo video shoot. I was nervous about it and you came with me so I would feel better. Do you remember what you said?"

You thought for a moment before you shook your head, uncertain.

"You told me to keep it so I could remember that day and how well I did even though I was nervous."

You smiled as the memory came back and you nodded.

"But that's not the real reason I kept it. I kept it because that was the day I realized I had feelings for you."

Your eyes widened a bit as he said this an he gently caressed your cheek with his thumb.

You smiled, "So we fell for each other on the same day."

His own eyes widened as he tilted his head, "What?"

You nodded and let out a soft giggle, "That day when I was watching you, I realized that I had a crush on you. It felt so sudden, but it made so much sense."

He laughed as he spoke softly, his tone amazed, "The same day."

"I guess it was meant to be." You suggested with a grin.

"I guess it was."

He caressed your cheek gently again as your eyes locked. A knowing tension rose between you as his eyes darted to your lips.

Slowly, you both leaned in, eyes remaining locked before fluttering to a close when your lips connected. Your first kiss was slow and gentle, and it was perfect.

{Joshua's Ending}

You and Joshua were walking down the street together when you passed a vendor with flowers.

Unexpectedly, the vendor handed you a bouquet of white and pink flowers. You began to refuse, as you had no intention of buying flowers but they interrupted you with a smile.

"For you, for free. You two look like such a great couple, it makes my day better. I wish you happiness."

"Oh."

You and Joshua were both stunned by the vendors words, and you couldn't help the nervous butterflies that took over your stomach.

Joshua thanked the vendor a few times, insisting on paying but was refused. Finally walking off, you and Joshua shared a look in silence before breaking into laughter.

Jokingly, Joshua acted offended, "Why did you get the flower and not me?"

You laughed, "Because I'm prettier than you."

He gasped in offense and you giggled before pulling out a single white rose, one of the few in the bouquet.

Bowing dramatically you gave it to him and he repressed a laugh while taking it, bowing in return.

He smelled it and sighed dramatically, "Thank you."

Giggling at his response, you missed how he gazed at you with a adoring smile, his own stomach full of butterflies too.

"I think my secret Santa is, Joshua."

As your eyes met his, you saw him take in a shaky breath, as if he had forgotten to breath while watching you in anticipation.

A grin spread across his face as he nodded, acknowledging that you had guessed correctly. That it was him.

Your heart pounded with relief, excitement and nervous tension. The others clapped as you guessed correctly before Seungkwan was telling Jun it was his turn to guess.

Seeing Joshua tell Mingyu to scoot over, he ushered you to sit beside him. You smiled bashfully at him as he grinned at you, his eyes shining with joy and anxiety.

As you sat beside him, he caught your eye and you saw him question you wordlessly, unable to speak, but telling so much with just his eyes. You simply smiled and nodded, making him grin happily. You couldn't speak for now, but you knew it was enough until you could.

As you sat beside him, you felt him lean back a little as he stared at your profile, making you feel even more shy. Moving his arm, you felt him lay it on the couch behind you, you smiled softly to yourself as butterflies filled your stomach. You nervously felt your pocket, reminding yourself that you had the necklaces.

He continuously looked over at you throughout the rest of the Secret Santa guessing, and you occasionally caught his eye, causing the two of you to look away quickly with soft shy smiles.

When it was finally over, you saw that Joshua got stuck talking with Jeonghan, and not wanting to linger and make yourself appear suspicious or draw other's attention, you made your way to your room.

As you went up the staircase, you looked back, and saw Joshua watching you. When you made it into your room, you let out a deep sigh and tried to shake off your nerves. You knew Joshua saw you go into your room, and had a feeling he would be coming to find you as soon as he could.

You were right, because a few minutes later you heard knocking at your door. Opening it, you saw Joshua peak in and smile widely before quickly stepping into your room and shutting the door behind him.

There was a moment of silence between you as you looked at each other before you both laughed softly.

He shook his head, "I'm sorry I'm just nervous." He paused as he smiled at you, "I was really afraid you weren't going to say my name. That you didn't want it to be me."

You smiled softly as you shook your head, "I wouldn't want it to be anyone else."

He grinned as he stepped up to you, giggling softly out of nervous excitement. "God, I really like you Y/n, I feel like I can't explain it enough. But...please tell me you feel the same. I need to hear it."

"I really like you too Joshua. I have for a long time."

He grinned and let out a sigh of relief as he pulled you into a hug. Resting his head against your's he took the moment in as he gently rubbed his hand up and down your back as he held you tightly.

"Do you remember the day you gave me that flower?"

You hummed and nodded your head.

"That vendor who gave you the flowers mistook us as a couple. But I really wished we actually were. So that day I decided no matter what, we would end up together."

You grinned as you tightened your arms around him. "A lot of people have mistaken us for a couple, and every time I felt sad that we weren't."

"But we are now right?" He asked softly, hope evident in his voice.

"We are now." You agreed, your heart pounding heavily and nearly in sync with his.

As you pulled away, he looked down at you softly as he rose his brow. He watched as you reached into your pocket and pull out the couple's necklaces that he had gifted you.

He grinned as you unhooked one and placed it around his neck. Before you could put yours on, he took it from you and put it on for you.

Your eyes locked as you let out soft laughs before he gently caressed your cheek.

"Now it feel's official."

You fiddled with the necklace as he smiled softly at you. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, and then your forehead, before pulling you into another embrace.

{Wonwoo's Ending}

"Wonwoo."

When his name left your lips, Wonwoo looked stunned as he stared at you. After a moment as everyone looked at him for confirmation, he nodded his head softly.

The whole time you had been sat down with everyone, you noticed him avoiding looking at you as his mood seemed dampened. You wondered if he was so convinced you would not say his name, that this moment was truly unexpected.

He stared at you in silence, uncertain of what to do. So you smiled softly and gave him a small nod, hoping he would know that you chose him because you wanted too. To your relief, he seemed to understand as his smile widened and his ears noticeably changed color.

Once you sat back down as Dino rose to guess his Secret Santa, you looked over to see Wonwoo staring down at his hands with a smile on his face. You smiled softly as you waited impatiently to speak with him.

Your impatience became more prevalent when you kept seeing Wonwoo look over at you from the corner of your eye. His gaze seemed to burn right through you, and your heart only beat more uneasy every time.

Seeing him glance over at you again, you looked over and caught his eye. There was a momentary shock, as if electricity jolted through you as you stared at each other. The tension was strong, and you knew only the two of you could feel it.

You smiled softly at him, and his own smile grew in response. The two of you broke eye contact with shy smiles as you tried to focus on what was going on as Jeonghan teased Jun about being caught hiding his present.

When the secret Santa guessing was over, Wonwoo began to approach you but was suddenly called by Seungkwan for something. Looking back at you he quickly stepped forward, his hand gently taking yours as he whispered into your ear.

"Meet me down by the pond."

You nodded softly as he went over to Seungkwan. Nervously you put on your jacket and left the house, unnoticed by the others.

As you waited by the pond, you thought back on the day you gave Wonwoo the white rose.

You and the others had gone on a picnic that summer, to celebrate the end of their recent tour. As Wonwoo laid on the blanket, eyes closed, basking in the sun, you clipped a white rose from nearby and made your way over to him.

Carefully removing the thorns, you gently tucked the rose behind his ear. A soft smile crossed his face as he opened his eye to peak at you. You looked away as if innocent as he gently reached up and felt the flower.

"What's this for?"

You giggled softly, "A gift for sleeping beauty."

He chuckled at your words knowing you were unaware just how much your actions affected him.

You had no idea he had kept the flower, or that it had meant anything to him enough to keep it.

Lost in the memory of that day, you hadn't heard Wonwoo approach. He stopped nearby as he admired you as you stared out at the frozen pond. His heart was pounding in his chest as he took a deep breath.

You said his name. That was all he wanted, and more than he thought he deserved. He would not mess this up, he couldn't, you were all he wanted for so long.

"Y/n."

You turned at the sound of your name, heart pounding as you saw Wonwoo standing behind you.

You smiled at him and he walked up to you. Reaching up he adjusted your hat so that it covered your ears.

"Are you cold?"

You shook your head and he nodded before taking another step closer. He stared at you intensely, making your nerves rise.

"You said my name."

You nodded, "I did."

"Was it because... you knew it was me, or...because you wanted it to be me?"

You smiled softly, "Both. I remembered the flower so I knew it was you, and I was so relieved that it was."

"Relieved?"

"You're the only one I have feelings for, I was afraid it was one of the other's first."

"You- have feelings for me." It wasn't so much a question, as a confirmation of something he really hoped was true.

You nodded as you tilted your head, "Did you really not know?"

He let out a soft chuckle, "I thought you might, but I managed to convince myself I was imagining it."

You laughed as you shook your head, "Well you weren't. I really do."

He smiled as he reached out and took your hand. "Did you not know I had feelings for you either?"

You hummed as you looked down at your hands. "I really wasn't sure. Sometimes I thought it felt like you did, but you are just really nice to me in general."

He chuckled, "I should have been more obvious then."

You shook your head, "It's okay, it doesn't matter now. Now I know."

He took another step closer as he seemed to study your face.

"Why did you keep the rose?"

He tilted his head in thought as he smiled. "Because it was that day I fully understood how much I liked you. So I kept it to remember that moment."

You grinned, "So that's how long you've liked me?"

He chuckled softy, "I think I liked you before that, I just didn't fully realize it until that moment."

As you smiled brightly up at him he couldn't resist reaching up and cupping your face. His thumb gently brushed across your bottom lip as he smiled softly.

"I get to keep you forever now right?"

You grinned as your heart fluttered, "Is that what you want?" He nodded as he smiled. "Then yes, because I want that too."

His smile widened at your response as he stepped closer, closing the distance between you as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

{Woozi's Ending}

You felt his eyes on you as you walked to the center of the group. His hands were clasped together tightly as he waited impatiently for you to guess. He silently pleaded for you to say his name. If any other name left your lips, his heart would break.

"Jihoon."

He let out a soft breath of relief as he closed his eyes momentarily in relief. The other's saw it as a sigh of defeat, thinking he had wanted to fool you with his presents. None of them really knowing what was truly going on between you.

As he met your eyes, he nodded in confirmation, trying not to give any of his emotions away, wanting to keep them for just you when you were alone.

His eyes followed you as you sat back down. Looking over at him, your eyes locked and you smiled softly at him. It wasn't a smile of pity, or rejection, but of barely subdued happiness. He felt his chest tighten as he swallowed, repressing the urge to steal you away from the others at that moment.

When the guessing game was over, Jihoon stood just behind you as Seungkwan listed off the available gift cards as the prizes for guessing correctly.

You felt his presence right behind you as his chest nearly pressed against your back. You could feel the hairs on the back of your neck rising as you felt his eyes burning into your profile.

Grabbing a random gift card, too distracted to really think about it, you remained still, watching as Jihoon grabbed one as well, before he stepped away from you.

Turning, you immedietely met his eyes and he seemed to suddenly grow nervous. He glanced around, seeing the other's begin to get distracted as he motioned his head towards the stairs.

You followed him up the stairs and into his room, not knowing or really caring if anyone noticed.

When you were alone in his room, there was a silent tension that hung in the air before Jihoon finally spoke.

"Did the rose give it away?"

You smiled softly as you sat down on the edge of his bed, he slowly came over to sit beside you as you answered.

"It did. But in case you're worried, I wanted it to be you before that."

He smiled as he played with his hands, "Really?"

You nodded with a soft giggle. "I actually thought my crush was obvious."

He scratched his neck nervously as he smiled a bit wider. "I thought the same about my crush."

Your eyes widened a bit, "Really?"

He laughed and nodded, "See, it's not just me whose oblivious."

You chuckled, "I guess you're right."

A short moment of comfortable silence passed before you spoke again.

"I didn't think you'd actually keep any of those flowers you know."

Jihoon grinned as you both thought back to that day.

It was his birthday, and though he had received various flowers from different companies and brands, you still bought him a bouquet yourself.

Even with the other flowers, he still felt touched by yours. He told you it was the first time he had received flowers from someone close to him, rather than just from companies or for PR.

Because he was touched by your gift, you told him he had better keep them forever. And though it was meant as a joke, he took it as a promise.

"Keeping the whole bouquet would be difficult so I just kept the one rose." He sad softly with a smile, "It was enough to remind me of that day."

"You were really that touched that I bought you flowers?"

He chuckled, "It was more that it was a gift from you."

You smiled teasingly, "So you really liked me that much, huh?"

He chuckled,"What do you mean? I still like you that much. If not more."

You giggled as you looked down at your hands shyly. Your heart jolted when he reached over and slipped his hands into yours.

Meeting his eyes again he grinned softly at you, "I don't know what you do to me that makes me so bad with words. But, I really have never felt this way before, and I don't think I ever will again."

"I think you're pretty good with words."

His smile softened as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek before resting his forehead against yours.

"I have so much I want to say to you but it might take some time for me to get it out right."

You grinned, "That's okay, I'll wait. Happily."

xx End xx

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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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icyminghao · 10 months

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bf!jihoon thoughts

pairing: jihoon x gn!reader genre: fluff word count: 0.46k warning(s): none

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thinking about bf!jihoon who has a soft smile on his face every time he looks at you. he’s so inspired by you and anything you do, and it’s a no-brainer that he has a hidden folder full of songs about you. he’s not really verbal with his affections for you (he’s trying his best!), so he expresses his love for you in the one way he’s the best at, which is through music. gets so happy when you ask him if he can help you save the songs he wrote for you on your phone. probably makes a mixtape for you so you can always listen to it.

bf!jihoon who gets shy when you initiate any sort of physical contact with him early on into the relationship. his faces gets so red and you’ll not be able to get a single word out of him (he’s soo shy). but after he’s gotten more comfortable, he’d be the one grabbing your hand and playing with it absentmindedly, leaning his head onto your shoulder and kissing your temple as and when he likes to, even in front of the members.

bf!jihoon who always lets you have anything you want. he needs a haircut? he’s asking you what style you prefer to have his hair in (even though you always tell him he can do whatever he wants, he just values your opinion so much). you want him to let you listen to a new unreleased song he recently made? he’s letting you listen to it immediately despite it not being allowed (what his baby wants, his baby gets)

bf!jihoon who gets clingy when he’s tired. if you went to visit him in the universe factory when he’s really worn out, he’d be all over you the moment you step into the studio, pulling you to the couch and falling on top of you immediately. he derives so much comfort and energy from your presence and can’t get enough of it, especially when he’s tired.

bf!jihoon who always has one leg draped over you when sleeping. you can’t get rid of his death grip on you no matter how hard you try (he’d just grumble and hold you tighter against him if you resisted) even if you had to go to the bathroom.

bf!jihoon who’s probably the little spoon when you’re cuddling. he absolutely loves being in your arms and feels so safe and protected every time he is. loves laying on your lap and having you run your fingers through his hair, too (falls asleep so fast when you do that it’s embarrassing)

bf!jihoon who loves indulging in your hobbies with you. it doesn’t matter if he’s really bad at it or has no experience whatsoever, you’re just happy he’s there with you and he’s happy you’re happy.

a/n: here’s jihoon as a boyfriend! i got all soft writing this he’s such a grumpy outside soft inside kind of boyfie i’m sobbing

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eoieopda · 9 months

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the one with jihoon and the gold medal

pairing: lee jihoon x gn!reader type: drabble | genre: fluff | rating: pg15 | wc: 800 au: best friends to ? summary: jihoon is the featherweight champion of pining. he’s also pretty adept at getting you home from the bar at the end of the night. cw: reader is drunk, jihoon is down bad, and the ending is up for debate. a/n: i wrote this in jihoon’s pov, and i left it very ambiguous about what reader’s feelings are. i’d love to hear your thots 👀 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.

There are two things that Lee Jihoon knows for sure he can’t do.

He can’t drive, which has no meaningful impact on his day-to-day life. The world doesn’t start or stop turning because he doesn’t have his license, despite what his friends seem to think. The fact that he can’t drink would — theoretically — be a little less shitty if he could drive, though.

Because that’s not the case, he’s always the only sober person on any given night out. Worse, he can’t even get his shitfaced friends home without attempting to wrangle them on public transit. That, for the record, is a nightmare far above his fucking pay grade.

So, more often than not, Jihoon doesn’t stick around for the drinks that always follow dinner. He shows up, eats his weight in white rice, and when there’s nothing left on the table but a mess of empty dishes, he bails. He’s got a routine down, executes it flawlessly every time.

Almost every time.

Tonight may have slipped away from him, but it’s not his fault — it’s yours. If you hadn’t squeezed his forearm while laughing at one of his jokes, Jihoon would be home free by now. But you did, and he’s not, and he’s somehow finding it difficult to categorize this as a failure.

No, the way you get the tiniest bit more affectionate when you’re tipsy feels a hell of a lot like success. Just for a little while, Jihoon can let you tuck yourself under his arm; and he can pretend he’s not trapped in the silent hell that is yearning — and oh, god, does he yearn. You, however, come with a price tag.

For the astronomical cost of the most meaningful friendship he has, he could clue you in on the pining. Check the temperature, see if your heart sounds like a cartoonish, old-timey car horn whenever you see him. That’s a bigger risk than Jihoon’s willing to take, and even if it wasn’t, he wouldn’t know where the fuck to start.

“I ah-wooga you”?

Absolutely fucking not.

Jihoon doesn’t realize he’s gazing at you until you toss a crinkled-up chopstick wrapper at him. It bounces off of his unsuspecting chin, drops down into his lap. He blinks while he buffers, then he stares at you with an incredulousness that’s entirely manufactured, mouth hanging open. More than anything, he’s impressed by your aim in this state.

“Since when can you astral project, Jihoonie?” You ask with a laugh that’s likely a lot louder than you realize.

He’s impassive on the outside, but on the inside, he’s a puddle of goo. When you’re buzzed, he’s not oppa anymore — just Jihoonie — and it makes his knees wobble. To distract himself, Jihoon picks up the ball of paper and fires it back at you with shocking precision. Your eyes cross, almost in slow motion, as you watch it hit the tip of your nose.

Bullseye.

Pretending to be chill about any of this, Jihoon shrugs and says, “None of your business,” just to see if you’ll pout — and you do, you do, you do. He’s doomed, he realizes with a smile he can’t fight off. Oh, well.

You pick up your drink and down what little’s left of it before gesturing his way. The ice cubes clink against the glass. Uninhibited, he thinks, just like you. Donning puppy-dog eyes, you announce, “I think I need to go home now.”

There’s no question included because there’s no reality in which you’d ever have to ask. Jihoon is on his feet before you can punctuate that statement, hand held out to haul you up to yours. You squeak — an acceptance of his offer, he dares to presume — and then you take his hand.

You don’t let go once you stand up, which he attributes to your unsteadiness. Still, it doesn’t make him any less grateful for the way your fingers take up residency in the space between his.

Even if it’s all he can be, he’ll be your anchor. If it means physically steering you towards the train station and hovering nearby when you attempt to befriend every living being — human or otherwise — that you encounter along the way, so be it. If he winds up loving you harder with every staggered step you take in the wrong direction, well… What else is new?

“Ready?” He asks with a tilt of his head towards the bar’s front door.

“Set, go!” You shout, and you sure as shit do.

At a rate of speed he could’ve never predicted, no less.

It’s a mad dash to the exit — one he wasn’t ready for, and one that nearly makes him fall over — but he keeps pace with you, like always. His foot crosses the threshold first, as a matter of fact, so he turns his head to brag to you about it. You’re already looking at him, grin beaming like a fucking spotlight, and he doesn’t need to state the obvious.

Jihoon knows he’s the winner.

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anothershorthuman · 6 months

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Songs That Remind Me Of You: Prologue

A series in which Jihoon realizes that he loves you a little too late.

pairings: fem!reader x jihoon, hints at fem!reader x seungcheol

word count: 2.1k

genre: angst? unrequited love, high school au to eventual college au, slice of life

chpt summary: the origins of your friendship with jihoon and the origin of his feelings for you

track 0 - Falling For U by Peachy! ft. mxmtoon

♫♪♩♫♪♩

I was hangin' with you and then I realized

I didn't think it was true, I was surprised

When I found out I've fallen for you

♫♪♩♫♪♩

I didn't wanna believe my feelings for you

I didn't wanna believe that I could lose you

If I told you just how I felt

When Jihoon first met you, he thought you were annoying. You were paired together in a chemistry class your sophomore year of high school. Working on this lab with you was torture, you’d always skip a step of the instructions or left a solution over a buntsen burner for too long. More often than not, Jihoon found himself fixing your mistakes.

He complained to his friends about how much of a clutz you were and how he hated the teacher for pairing together. It was only a day later that you changed his mind. You were nearly late for class, rushing into your seat next to his at the last second. You slid a stack of papers stapled together across the table in his direction and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he realized that it was your lab report.

“We were supposed to work on this together over the weekend. How’d you manage to write 10 pages on your own in one night?” He quickly scans multiple pages, all of your work was spot on.

You pick at your nails, avoiding eye contact, “I thought I’d make up for messing up the experiment so many times. Didn’t want you to feel like you were doing all the work.”

After that, the chem teacher kept pairing the two of you together for labs, saying something about the two of you working well together. Jihoon helped you get better at staying on task and getting an experiment done while you helped him write a better conclusion to a lab.

With time, Jihoon realized that he actually liked being around you. You never overstepped any boundaries and were hardworking. You were kind but not a push-over. And most importantly, you were the most non judgemental person he had ever met in his life.

Whenever he would tell you about the latest anime episode he had watched, you asked him questions about the lore of the show. If he complained about the band teacher wanting to give his clarinet solo to someone else, you would get annoyed too. You really were the most loyal of his friends.

During junior year, the two of you settled in the same friend group after being put in nearly all the same classes. It wasn’t a big group of friends, there were five of you: Soonyoung (a trumpet player Jihoon met in band), Sana (your friend from middle school), Changkyun (a boy that coincidentally sat near the four of you in your calculus class), Jihoon and you.

The five of you remained a friend group during the rest of your time in high school. You all went to homecoming together, squished into Changkyun’s car. Sana, Changkyun, and you would go to every football game your team had. Not to support the football team, but to watch Jihoon and Soonyoung march during halftime. You would all go see Sana’s dance recitals. Your basement became the go-to location for any get together, any movie night or half-assed birthday parties. Once, when your parents left the state for a wedding, the five of you got drunk together for the first time, drinking a jungle juice made by Changkyuns older brother.

The point was, you were spending a lot of time with each other. And it was one of those nights, in the middle of your hangouts, that he realized he liked you a little bit more than just platonically. Or, well, your friends realized it for him.

You stood up from your seat on the couch and said that you’d be back, your parents needed help with bringing in groceries from the car. They offered to pause the movie and you said you had already seen the movie before so it didn’t matter. They paused it anyway. You disappeared after going up the stairwell.

“What are we gonna do for her birthday?” Sana asked. Your birthday was three weeks from then. Hm, what should Jihoon get you? Last year he hadn’t known you well enough to get you a present but he definitely should this year. And it had to be a good gift, something you would actually use, something that every time you looked at it, you’d think of him.

Soonyoung nudged him, “What are you getting her?”

“I don’t really know yet.”

“Really?” Changkyun asked. “I thought you’d already have everything planned.”

Jihoon’s confused, “Why would I already have everything planned?”

He’s taking a sip of his coke when Changkyun answers, “Well, you have a crush on her.”

Instantly, Jihoon is launched into a coughing fit, having nearly choked on his drink. He clumsily places his drink down and doubles over coughing. Soonyoung and Changkyun are falling over too, but from laughing at him.

“Come on, dude.” Sana chuckles and pats him on the back to try to help him with his coughing. “You’re so obvious about it, you didn’t really think we wouldn’t notice, did you.”

Once the burning in his throat has died down, Jihoon takes another sip of his drink, wanting to avoid talking to his teasing friends.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He mumbles.

Soonyoung snorts, “You mean you don’t look for her from the stands during every game? Or give her heart eyes when you’re in the same room as her? Or turn red when she calls you Jihoonie?”

The three of them are laughing at him again and Jihoon glances at the stairs, making sure you’re not hearing any of this conversation.

“I'm not even joking, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

There's a beat of silence as your friends stare at Jihoon, trying to gauge how honest he’s being. A look of disbelief comes over their faces.

“You mean,” Sana softly says, “We figured out you like her before you did?”

Jihoon can feel his ears burning, and he rubs them self consciously. He can’t even bring himself to look at them. He’s thinking about you and how your smile makes him feel lighter and how whenever he makes a joke he’ll make sure it made you laugh. It definitely would make sense if Jihoon had a crush on you.

Suddenly, you're flying down the stairs. You fall over onto the couch between Sana and Jihoon, giggling to yourself like a maniac. You sit up turning to Sana, grabbing onto her shoulders and giving her a shake, “You’ll never believe what just happened!”

“What is it, woman?” Sana exclaims, trying to stop you from shaking her.

“Remember Seungcheol? My neighbor?”

Immediately, the three boys are groaning in protest. Of course they know about Seungcheol, you only talk about him every single time the opportunity presents itself.

Seungcheol is a year older than you, currently the varsity captain of the wrestling team. After he moved into the house next to yours at the beginning of the year, all you ever have to say about him is oh, his muscles are so big. Jihoon, look at his hair, it looks so soft. Oh my god, I think he was looking at me. Jihoon wasn’t sure why he disliked Seungcheol when he actually was a kind person, but now he’s able to realize that it’s due to jealousy. The other boys are just sick of hearing you gush over a guy that doesn’t give you the time of day. Sana is the only one of your friends willing to hear you out on this absurd crush.

“What about Seungcheol?” Sana asks you.

“He pulled up to his house while we were unloading groceries and he came over to help–” “So he did one nice thing.” Soonyoung interrupts you.

“Shut up, Soon! He’s always nice, but that isn’t the point.”

Huh, the pout on your face is sort of cute, Jihoon thinks.

“Anyways, when we finished, he asked to talk to me outside, and he asked me out!”

You’re squealing in excitement again, oblivious to the looks of terror and sympathy that Jihoons friends are sending him. He feels his heart sink.

Maybe it was better to stay unaware of his feelings, it’s not like he had a chance anyways. Still, he put on a fake smile like the rest of his friends.

“Oh my god!” Sana says. “That's so exciting!”

Soon enough, you’re all finishing up the movie, even if he can’t seem to focus on the screen. Seungcheol was a good guy, he should be happy for you. This was something that you had been wanting for a while and it was finally happening. Jihoon refused to be the person to ruin that for you. When the movie is over and Changkyun is driving everyone else back home, there's a tense silence.

Soonyoung clears his throat, nudging Jihoons foot with his own from the backseat, “They barely know anything about each other, maybe this is just a fling. It’ll pass.”

Changkyun looks at the two from the rearview mirror, “Yea, Seungcheol barely even looked at her before this. It’s kind of weird that he just asked her out.”

“Guys stop,” Sana says. She doesn’t turn to look at the boys in the car, instead looking outside through the passenger window. “I know we feel bad for Jihoon, but that’s not fair to her. She likes Seungcheol a lot, he could be her first boyfriend. It’s a big deal, so let's not ruin it for her.”

Jihoon sighs, “Right. Up until today, I didn’t even realize how much I like her… let's just pretend that conversation didn’t happen.”

The car pulls up in front of his house. He hurriedly unbuckles his seatbelt and leaves the car. He’s sniffling when he makes it to his room, flopping onto his bed. Part of him hopes you realize Seungcheol isn’t what you thought he’d be like and you’ll forget about him, but another part of him feels disgusting for thinking that.

A week later, you’re telling them all about how amazing your bowling date with Seungcheol went. He paid for everything and didn’t make you feel bad for being terrible at bowling. He wasn’t trying to get into your pants and was making genuine questions. He surprised you with flowers at the end of your date and asked when he could take you on another date. You went on a lot more dates after that, there was a picnic date, a trip to the movie theater, a corn maze.

On your birthday, Sana invited him to your party. Jihoon wasn’t sure what to get you, especially now that he had realized he liked you. He ended up making you a playlist and then burning it onto a CD. But at your party, Seungcheol surprised everyone by showing up with a guitar. He sang you a sweet love song in front of everyone, winning over all of your friends. Jihoon ended up hiding his CD, now embarrassed to give it to you. He couldn’t sing you a song the way Seungcheol did. He didn’t make you hide your face timidly or smile that big. When Sana asked him what he had gotten you, Jihoon said that his gift hadn’t arrived in time and would give it to you a little later.

Now, at the end of the school year, the CD he made for you is sitting on his desk, waiting for the opportunity to give it to you without it feeling like he was trying to steal you from Seungcheol.

The five of you attend the senior graduation. You had told your friends that you were feeling insecure about your relationship, how even though it had been a couple months of going out, Seungcheol hasn't asked you to be his girlfriend. And that he probably wouldn’t since he would be leaving for college. Still, you wanted to support him, so you showed up to the graduation with gifts to give him after the ceremony. To everyone’s amazement, he was the one to surprise you by asking you to be his girlfriend during his graduation party.

As Jihoon watched the romance between you and Seungcheol develop, he couldn’t help but feel many emotions. He loved the happiness that radiated from your smile and the twinkle in your eye whenever you were with him. But at the same time, he couldn’t help the jealousy from creeping in, wishing it was him instead of Seungcheol every time he’d catch the two of you hugging or kissing. He had only recently come to terms with his feelings but had no choice but to watch from the sidelines. He wasn't even upset with Seungcheol anymore, having finally gotten the chance to know him and realizing that he really was a good boyfriend.

Jihoon was determined to be a supportive friend, even if it meant keeping his feeling hidden. He still held onto the CD he created for your birthday, a reminder of his unrequited feelings. For now, he knew the timing wasn’t right to confess his feelings. But maybe one day, the stars would align, and the right moment would present itself.

After junior year ended, and you and Seungcheol officially became a couple, Jihoon’s heart carried a bittersweet melody. The CD, filled with songs that spoke about his feelings, remained on his desk, waiting for the day he could give it to you.

#songs that remind me of you #jihoon x reader #woozi x reader #seventeen imagine #jihoon imagine #woozi imagine

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gamerwoo · 1 year

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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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A/N: this is just me. Regretted having a drink w my friends bc now im passed out on the floor with my head pounding and hoping someone will take care of me.

"I told you not to drink that much." Jihoon sighs as he pulls you up, the fondness bubbling in his chest betrays the mock annoyance painting his tone.

You're currently passed out on the floor, having drunk a little too much that you almost went past your tolerance. Almost. Thankfully, your friend managed to stop you and Jihoon was there to pick you up not even 10 minutes later.

Whatever you say as an excuse comes out like incomprehensible noise, which tells him you're much too out of it to make sense.

Jihoon can't really understand what you're saying, but you look adorable with your pout and your frown that he has to hold himself back from relaxing the crease on your forehead.

"Alright, let's get you cleaned up and move to the bedroom?" He tries to push you up from the floor once again to no avail.

He could've easily manhandle you if he wants, but you actually do look comfortable on the floor that he doesn't have it in him to do it. You also look cold though, and he doesn't want you to wake up with your whole body hurting.

You whine some more, curling into a ball but refusing to let go of his hand.

"...just..." He finally manages to make sense of your words. "Stay... with me... here?"

He huffs a small chuckle at your words, at the way you're snuggling your face into his palm.

"No chance," he whispers, finally forcing you to sit up into his embrace. "I'll help you clean up and you can continue sleeping in the bed, okay?"

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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.

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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.

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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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Could you do 109 and 87 with woozi? Thank youu

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a/n: i saw this request and automatically thought of this in a club, the vibes sound so sexy - i hope you enjoy anon!

tags/warnings: female stripper! reader, regular! jihoon, stripper things, ruby! jihoon inspired in a way?, the jihoon rot is real in this so get ready

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87. “i really don’t care. you still look hot and i’m trying to fuck you senseless right now.”

109. “mine.”

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jihoon’s hands roam around your nearly nude body, playing with the waistband of your ruby panties. you continue to gyrate on his lap, your hips enticing him and putting him in a complete trance. just when he thought he couldn’t get enough of you, you proved him wrong yet again.

“mmm, god jihoon, you’re so easy today… i can feel you getting harder by the second,” you moan out for him, unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his tie, revealing his toned chest. you kiss down his neck continuing to feel him up.

“been missing you - feening for you really,” he slyly guides his fingers into your panties enjoying the moans you were making right in his ears. “god, i just wanna take you down right here on this couch…”

“mmm, i don’t know this time jihoon, i have two vip parties right after you, and then i’m up on the main stage tonight. a-and you remember my work rules don’t you? if we fuck, we gotta take it to one of the private rooms.”

“i really don’t care. you still look hot and i’m trying to fuck you senseless right now.”

his words affect you right to your core. “shit, jihoon, i-” whatever you were gonna say next is completely forgotten as he pushes you down on the couch, undoing his belt and his pants button as he continues to adore your body.

“can’t you squeeze me in for a quick second, baby? cause i promise i’ll make it worth your while.” he shimmies your panties off your legs, leaving you completely nude in the dim red lights. he kisses you down your stomach all the way to your folds.

“mine,” he buries your face between your legs, his tongue licking your wetness clean, your moans continuing to be the perfect music to his ears.

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An Opportunity For More

Plot: Lost in a maze-like haunted house, you and Jihoon get left behind.

Pairing: Lee Ji-hoon/Woozi x Gn!Reader

Prompt: 'Haunted House'

Requested By: @tumbleboof

A/n's: This is mostly fluff and build up to a confession of sorts with the Halloween/haunted house stuff as a background plot. Reader is a giant scaredy-cat so sorry if that is not relatable. Woozi is secretly whipped for the reader.

Words: 2.5k

If you weren't so freaked out, you'd be angry. Angry at Jeonghan for lying about where you were going, and angry at Hoshi for pulling you against your will into the haunted house.

The others laughed, but also pitied you, trying to convince you it would be fun, but also enjoying your misery at the same time.

The only one who seemed to care enough to try and make it easier on you, was Jihoon. He could tell that you really didn't enjoy doing things like this, and though he couldn't help you convince the boys to let you sit this out, he decided to help you however he could.

Much to your gratefulness and despair.

Jihoon stuck with you at the back of the group, pointing out where jump scares were most likely to come from, to help you expect it. He had his hand gently on your back while he guided you, as you gripped tightly onto his shirt when you ducked past the scare actors.

You were grateful for him being so kind to you, but you hated that he was witnessing your cowardice. Especially since you had the biggest crush on him, and you feared this may make him see you in a different light.

You weren't very close, at least not as close as you were with most of the others. But you knew that was your fault. You couldn't help but be attracted to him.

Your crush on him made you avoid him more than the others. You only spent time with him in a group, never alone. He made you nervous, and you hated the idea of being the friend who had a cute crush on the Woozi. Because you knew, or at least you thought you knew, that he would never feel the same about you.

Now you were latched onto him, showing him a side of you you thought was embarrassing. But to Jihoon, it was adorable.

Because truth is, Jihoon liked you too.

He adored you really, and was always looking for opportunities to be around you. Though he rarely found moments to be alone with you.

He began to notice it seemed to be purposeful, and at first he was afraid you didn't like him, but then he started to wonder, if it was the opposite.

He'd catch the small glances thrown at him, and the way you would be quick to look away if he tried to catch your eye. Then there were the moments when you'd clam up whenever he sat beside you, when moments before you were talking loudly with the others. The cute smile you'd give him in response to a question, as you fiddled with your hands.

This added up to one thing in his eyes. You had a crush on him too, or so he hoped.

Seeing the side of you he was now, was new. He knew you hated horror movies and ghost stories, but seeing you latch onto him as you clenched your eyes shut and held back whimpers of fear made him both pity you, and want to coddle you.

He took the opportunity to stick with you at the back of the group, helping you to not be too afraid. Because selfishly, he wanted to be the one you latched onto. The one you hugged out of fear, the one who comforted you.

Jihoon wasn't really sure if you realized that you were latched onto him, but he didn't particularly care. He was enjoying it anyways.

After another scare caused you to jolt, you tried to rush past the scare actor, before you stopped with a grunt.

Jihoon looked at you with curiosity, seeing you pulling at something.

"What's wrong?"

You glanced over at him before speaking softly, feeling shy once again. "My jacket is stuck."

As he tried to help you, you swallowed nervously, trying to ignore how his hands kept bushing over yours as you both tried to unhook your jacket from a decoration on the wall.

Jihoon glanced towards the group, seeing Hoshi and Dino rushing the others down the next corridor as they shot knowing and mischievous glances back at the two of you.

'They're going to leave us.'

As they disappeared around the corner, he knew he was right. He caught your eye and smiled, not wanting to freak you out just yet, knowing the other's wouldn't come back even if he yelled out to them.

He also knew a part of him enjoyed the idea of being alone with you, even if you'd be spending most of the time trying not to panic.

"There!" You said with a sigh as you finally managed to untangle yourself with little damage to your clothes.

Your eyes landed on the end of the corridor and you realized why it had gotten so quiet.

"They..." you trailed off as you looked at Jihoon who just nodded.

"Left, yeah."

You groaned as you hopped a little in frustration. Jihoon repressed a grin, thinking it was adorable but not wanting to fluster you.

"Come on, they shouldn't be too far away." He said with a soft tone, not wanting you to freak out.

You started to follow him, gently grabbing the sleeve of his shirt as a loud sound caused you to jump. You saw a smile tug at his lips, and felt a flash of warmth rush up your neck.

He must think I'm so stupid for being so scared.

Your frown only deepened when you came to an area that lead to two separate paths. You stared ahead before looking over at Jihoon who was looking at the doors with a thoughtful look.

"Which one do you think they took?"

He let out a soft sigh, "No idea." He looked over at you, "Which one do you want to go down?"

You stared at the doors before you shook your head, "You choose."

"So you can blame me if I pick the worse one?"

You couldn't help the smile that crossed your face, you met his eyes and nodded, "Exactly."

He let out a soft laugh before he nodded, "I'm okay with that."

You felt your ears burn a little hotter as he began leading you down the left path.

As the two of you crept down the corridor, jumping at the sudden sounds and flashing lights, you moved a little closer to Jihoon.

"I have to admit, this is a lot worse when you're not with a group."

You nodded as you flinched at a falling spider. "I hate it."

He looked over at you when he felt your grip tighten around his arm.

You caught his eye and realized as well, you let go. "Sorry!" You apologized bashfully, and he smiled widely at you and you felt your chest tighten.

Reaching over, he wrapped his hand around yours and you felt your whole body grow warm as you felt panic in your chest.

Keeping his eyes locked with yours his smile remained soft, "Is this better?"

Unable to speak out of surprise and meekness you simply nodded, and gave him a soft bashful smile. His smile widened a bit as he adjusted his grip in your hand and continue to walk with you.

Jihoon's heart was pounding in his chest as he tried to keep his breathing steady. Your hand fit perfectly in his and he could barely resist saying it.

He knew you were upset at the others for leaving the two of you behind, but in this moment, he couldn't be more grateful.

As your heart fluttered, you almost forgot where you were. You seemed to be in another calm part of the haunted house, as you entered a fairly empty room.

Seungcheol had dubbed these the "breathing rooms" where you could catch your breath after screaming your way through the haunted house.

You took a breath as you looked around, before meeting Jihoon's eyes. He was staring at you and you felt your body freeze.

"What?" You muttered as his gaze made you feel nervous.

He stepped towards you and you almost stepped back, but paused as he reached out towards your head. His fingers bushed your hair before pulling away a few fake spiderwebs.

"Oh" You muttered as your hands found your hair as you checked for more.

"I got it all." He smiled and you nodded, nodding your head.

"Thanks."

He nodded softly as he felt it harder to look away from you than he expected. The way you shyly looked away from him only made him want to reach out for you.

As a loud siren blared and someone ran through a hidden door scaring you, you screamed in surprise. Jihoon lunged forward grabbing you and pulling you into his chest as more actors ran past yelling.

You pressed your head closer to him until the noises stopped. You couldn't tell if the heartbeats you were hearing were Jihoon's or your own.

Slowly pulling back a little you looked at Jihoons face to see him watching you with a soft smile. You hoped the feelings that rushed through you weren't obvious on your face. The heat rising up your neck made you swallow hard as you felt it almost impossible to look away from him.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly, his voice just above a whisper.

You nodded softly as your heart raced. He gently brushed something away from your face and you almost pulled away in surprise.

After a silent moment your voice came out quiet and rushed, "I'm sorry."

You found yourself apologizing before you could think, and Jihoon frowned.

"For what?"

"You've been helping me through the whole haunted house you haven't been able to enjoy it yourself."

You shyly looked away as you stepped back. Your warmth leaving his arms made his chest clench as he felt a brief moment of desperation that almost made him reach out to grab you again.

He let out a soft laugh and you looked up.

He shook his head. "I couldn't care less about a haunted house. I didn't want to come either. Honestly helping you to feel less afraid also helped me." He smiled almost bashfully and you felt your heart thump.

"Maybe we can think of a way to get back at them huh?" He suggested, and you grinned before nodding.

"But for now lets get out of here." He let out a soft sigh, trying to repress is nerves.

He reached out his hand and you stared at it before meeting his eyes.

He smiled at you and flexed his hand. "Come on."

Slowly, you reached out and took his hand, following him out of the room. Your heart continued to race as butterflies filled your stomach.

Jihoons own heart was racing as he was shocked at his own sudden confidence. This was the boldest he had been towards you and he hoped it would lead to more.

As the two of you made your way down another hall, you found yourself pressed to his side once again, much to Jihoons delight.

After a few more scares, the two of you saw the exit and you let out a smile of relief. You stopped when Jihoon slowed a bit. You looked over at him curiously.

He spoke softly, almost timidly. "Can I ask you a question?"

You looked at him curiously to see him staring at you with an almost intense gaze. You swallowed nervously before nodding.

"Why don't we hang out more?"

You flinched at a sudden sound before you glanced at him. You hesitated, unsure of what to say. You couldn't tell him the real reason.

"Uhm, I don't know." You mumbled, knowing it sounded like a total lie.

From the look on his face you knew he knew it was a lie too. You swallowed before blurting out.

"That was a lie, I do know."

He quirked his brow at the sudden switch up and let out a surprised chuckle. You seemed to almost get lost in his gaze before a yell startled you as you grabbed onto him again.

He held you against him as he stared down at you with amusement and glee. Groaning as the scare actor ran away, you glanced back at Jihoon and let out a sigh of defeat. You didn't have the energy to lie.

"You make me nervous."

He furrowed his brow as he thought over your words, before a smile crossed his face.

You looked away shyly as you stepped back from him. But your eyes immediately looked back at him when you heard a chuckle. Your chest clenched.

Oh great is he gonna make fun of me?

When you saw his eyes, it wasn't a look of amusement, instead it was more a look of elation.

"Cute."

He stepped towards you and you swallowed, almost forgetting to breath. He leaned towards you a bit as he whispered, as if he was telling you a secret.

"You make me nervous too."

You stared at him with bewilderment. "I do? Why?"

He let out a soft laugh at the surprise in your voice.

"For the same reason I make you nervous I'm guessing."

Oh he knows. How long has he known? Wait, what?!

"Oh."

Jihoon could tell he caught you off guard, making him wonder if you really had no inkling of how he felt. He grinned before he suddenly leaned forward pressing a kiss to your cheek, just on the edge of your lips.

Your eyes widened as you stared at him in shock. Before you could respond, he turned you and pushed you through the exit, out into the cold night air. You were met immedietely with a chorus of loud noises, cheers and laughter.

Your shock at Jihoon's actions wavered as you were suddenly bombarded with teasing from the other members.

"Took you long enough!" Jeonghan whined.

"You survived!" Dino cheered.

As Hoshi skipped towards you, you momentarily pushed aside your previous emotions as you smacked him on the chest, making him yelp.

"You left us behind!"

You heard Jihoon laugh from beside you a you chased Hoshi away, before glaring at the others.

"But you survived, that's what matter!" DK grinned.

"You're not gonna survive the rest of the night!"

The others cackled and yelled in surprise and awe as DK gaped in awe and offense at you.

After a few more teasing insults, you all made your way back towards the parking lot. Your rush of emotions changed once again as you felt an arm press against yours. Looking over, you saw Jihoon walking beside you.

He glanced over at you and you saw a knowing smile on his face. You couldn't repress your own grin as his hand brushed yours.

You hid your feelings as well as you could as he made subtle hints of affection towards you for the rest of the night. Knowing looks and smiles, his hand brushing yours, his knee nudging yours purposefully as he sat beside you in the car.

Whatever you thought was going to happen tonight paled in comparison. And you knew that you would no longer avoid Jihoon. Because even though he did still make you nervous, you now knew it was mutual, and there was nothing to be afraid of. And you were more than excited to see what would happen next.

xx End xx

Not the various kdramas I've been watching recently effecting the way I right flirting/romance scenes now lmao

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