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leejungchans · 2 years

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guitar string : l.jh

word count | 1.6k

pairing | lee jihoon (svt) x gender neutral reader

warning(s) / includes | running away, mentions of arranged marriage (lmk if i missed anything!!)

genre | fluff, angst, royal au

note | written with @ohmygoshcheese in mind for the carat admirer event 💗 hi rachel, i’m your carat admirer hehe <33 it’s been so fun getting to know and i hope we can continue interacting after this event 🥺 i’m not sure if this counts as a fantasy au but i hope you like this lil drabble i wrote for you, happy valentine’s day hehe :>

a/n: sorry i can’t really think of a summary but dw it’s pretty straightforward ;-; also three fics in three days? who is she? 😍 (more to come btw hehe)

“Take me away.”

Jihoon’s elegant fingers, previously plucking at his guitar strings, freeze at your words. The soothing, lullaby-like chords he had been playing echo into the inky darkness, carried away by the chilly night breeze.

His head snaps up, finding you staring into the distance forlornly, eyes misting over as the corners of your lips turn down melancholically.

“P-Pardon, Your Highness?” The title you’ve come to loathe spills from his lips out of force of habit before he can catch himself.

Heavy is the exhale that leaves you when you turn to him. He’s found you enchanting ever since the moment you met, but perhaps even more so under the silvery luminescence of the moon during your clandestine meetings on the marble balcony of your quarters.

Yet, as you gaze at him with what can only be ascribed to pure, unadulterated sadness, the deep frown that mars your features threatens to settle permanently, and the hollows of your face are now hauntingly accentuated by the moonlight.

“Take me away,” you repeat, a little firmer this time, “I cannot bear a moment of this any longer.”

Two weeks. Two weeks had gone by since your father announced your betrothal to a neighbouring prince to unite your kingdoms. Of course, Jihoon was with you that very night, guitar abandoned at the edge of your bed in favour of stroking your hair with your head laid in his lap.

“But I don’t love him,” you whisper. Tears escape the corner of your eye, rolling down your smooth cheeks like crystalline dewdrops on petals at dawn. “I hardly know him, Jihoon. How am I supposed to marry him?”

“Perhaps… you’ll grow to love him.” Against his will, his voice cracks towards the end, the lump lodged in his throat ever growing. Invisible vines wrap around the column of his neck in a phantom force, constricting his breathing at the thought that in a month, you will truly be another’s.

Jihoon has always known that falling in love with you came with a hefty cost. To put it quite simply, your paths were not meant to cross. He was a mere musician who happened to receive the honour of entertaining the royal family at your father’s fiftieth birthday; he was not supposed to meet your eyes as he walked off the stage, he was not supposed to accept when you summoned him to the palace a week later requesting private guitar lessons, he was not supposed to let you in when you both knew that this relationship was fated for doom from the very beginning.

You smile, bittersweet and knowing. “I don’t think I can love him, Jihoon.”

Because my heart has long been yours.

Deep down, you knew this would happen. Born into royalty, you understood your role as a mere chess piece in a game much larger than your happiness, or yourself for that matter. The majority of your life was spent moulding you to become the perfect ruler, or rather—the perfect consort to your future spouse. You knew it was coming, yet reality had only truly sunken in with your father’s announcement: your life would never be truly yours.

Unless you did something about it.

Countless times in the past, you’ve confided in him about your desire to run away, yet you continue to remain out of fear, guilt, and responsibility. This time, however, it feels different. There’s something about your demeanour tonight that has uneasiness bubbling in his stomach.

“I… I cannot do that, Y/N.”

He feels your piercing stare searing through his side profile. “Is it… is it because you’re afraid of being caught with me? B-Because I will not dare ask you to stay with me after we cross the borders if that is not what you wish to do.”

Jihoon’s heart aches at your words. He loves you, deeply, and he loathes that he’s planted a seed of doubt in your mind which led you to the conclusion that he does not wish to be with you. Truthfully, he’s thought about offering to run away with you as well, but a little voice at the back of his head dissuades him from doing so each time.

Thus, he shakes his head, woefully, regretfully. “No, it has nothing to do with that…”

“Then why not?” you demand, eyes now fierce with defiance as you briskly cross the balcony towards the ornate chair he sat in. Jihoon flinches when you fall to your knees, your robes forming silky, luxurious waves at his feet.

“Ever since my father announced my engagement, I have spent restless nights questioning the remainder of my life,” you continue, staring up with him with glassy, pleading eyes, “and I’ve decided I no longer want to be confined to one where I cannot be happy nor free.”

A part of you hardly believes you’ve been reduced to such a state. You grew up believing no request of yours was too preposterous or unimaginable, everywhere you went you were accompanied by easily a dozen attendants whose lives depended on catering to your every whim. And yet look at you now—begging like a commoner.

It’s refreshing. It makes you feel human because for once in your life, you’re not just a puppet on strings or a little canary in a cage.

“I don’t have anything I can give you,” Jihoon whispers. His clammy hands find yours and clutches tightly. The drags of his rough, callused finger pads against your soft, unflawed skin is a painful reminder of his inability to give you the life he thinks you deserve. “With him, you will have more lands and jewels and riches… all I have is the guitar on my back. I cannot give you a comfortable life, Y/N. I… I can only give you my love.”

“Can’t you see, Jihoon?” you weep, tears falling behind shut eyes, “that’s all I desire! I only ask for a life with someone who loves me, not someone who sees me as a diplomatic tool.”

He rests his forehead on yours, one of his hands reaching up to find the side of your face as his thumb catches the salty trails. “You can’t go back if I take you away. Have you thought this through?”

“I have, and I don’t care if I have to run from them for the rest of my life. I only want to be with you. If… if you’ll have me, t-that is…”

Jihoon smiles comfortingly at the insecure wobble in your voice, rubbing soothing circles at your temple in an attempt to ease your doubts. “Of course I do, my love,” he tells you, “but the last thing I want is for you to live with regrets. I roam faraway lands in search of new muses alone until I came to your kingdom and met you, I’m used to a life of running. You… you’d be leaving your family, everything you’ve ever had and known behind with little to no chance to return. I only wish you happiness in life, but I have fears you won’t find it with me either.”

“I’m willing to take that risk. I just want to live a normal life… with you.”

He searches your eyes for any trace of hesitation, any sign of apprehension towards the thought of starting anew with absolutely nothing to your name. What he unearths instead is unyielding resolution swimming in your hardened gaze; his heart still hammers in his rib cage like a war drum—after all, the consequences should the two of you get caught will most certainly be severe, and perhaps deadly—but your determination eases a little of that fear. Now, he's never been a particularly optimistic person, but the sliver of hope that still exists within him makes him want to believe he is worthy, that you will find happiness with him.

And it is that little splinter that leads to his next words. “Then we better start preparing, my love. We don’t have much time.”

If someone had told you a year ago that you’d be on horseback past the borders of your kingdom in the dark of night, with only endless plains ahead of you and your belongings packed in a single sack, you’d surely dismiss them with a wave of your hand. Little did you know that you’d soon meet a travelling musician with infinite talent and somehow even more love in his heart for you.

The castle you grew up in is now a speck in the distance. Strangely enough, you don’t feel an ounce of longing or regret. If they were willing to give you away, who could blame you for running?

Jihoon observes you quietly from a few paces ahead. “It’s not too late to go back,” he tells you.

You shake your head, turning back to him with a smile as your horse trots onwards to catch up to him. Pale is the starlight that lays gentle kisses on your faces, and as you look up at the endless glittering diamonds that will guide your way, you know in your heart that this is only the true beginning of your life. Jihoon seems to realise this too, because when your eyes shift from the cosmos above to lock onto his, he offers you a warm smile.

“Let’s keep going, love,” he says softly, nodding towards the long journey ahead of you. “Let’s go home.”

(And when Jihoon marries you a year later with a ring fastened from a string he plucked from an old guitar, one passed down onto him by his father, you knew you had made the right choice.

You never left home, because he was with you all along.)

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etherealyoungk · 2 years

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hey 🥰 could i please request [anything] about shy/jealous jihoon? like op starts getting close to another member and jihoon feels kinda weird (yeah hes jealous :p) and cant stop thinking abt that. later on he tries to show to op what he feels (subtle touching hands, sitting closer on the couch, asking for opinion about his new song, idk, just wanna see he shyly expressing his feelings🥺) then he just cant stand it anymore and kisses op. pls lots of shy jihoon and red cheeks cause im feeling sad lately

hi anon! no but jealous jihoon would be so cute fr. also i hope you're feeling better today, don't be sad, i hope this cheers you up a bit, take care <3

let's say you were with a few of the members in the studio and since jihoon was busy, you occupied yourself with talking to seungkwan about a movie which he happened to watch and you were glad because you had ALOT of thoughts about it, so you and seungkwan were in your own world ranting about this movie. when jihoon decided to take a small break from work, he turned around, only to see you laughing and giggling so much while talking to seungkwan and something just clicks in him. he's watching you closely now and when you lean in to whisper something in seungkwan's ear, he grips the handle of his chair, his eyes sending silent death threats to seungkwan. the last straw is when seungkwan hugs you goodbye and he is seeing red. he knows it's stupid in a way but he just can't help but get a little jealous of the other members when they get a little too close to you because he likes you.

it's been a few days and jihoon just can't stop thinking about you or that incident. so when you pop your head into his studio, giving him a wave, he's caught off guard but also so happy to see you. it's just you and jihoon in the studio. he comes to sit next to you on the couch and he purposely sits closer to you, causing your legs to brush against each other. you reach for the water bottle, but he reaches for it at the same time so basically he just grabbed your hand and he goes red, quickly pulling away, mumbling a soft apology as he tells you to take a drink first. he watches as you take a sip of water, when he slowly leans in, causing you to almost choke on your water.

"there's an eyelash on your face", he says and gently brings his hand forward to remove it, all the while being so close to you and he's just trying so hard to NOT look at your lips jsjsj and he's just hoping his face isn't red.

"can you maybe...listen to the new song i'm working on? i'd love to know your thoughts", he asks you shyly, rubbing the back of his neck out of nervousness. "sure!", you reply and he's trying not to smile too wide.

he lets you sit on the chair and he stands over you, both his hands on either side of the chair, while he peers from the side as he searches for the file and plays the song for you. little does he know you're malfunctioning because of his actions hshshs. you listen to the song, and he's looking at you like an idiot with a big grin on his face as he watches you slowly bop your head to the song, while you're unaware of his gaze on you.

"this is really good jihoon!", you praise him, earning a shy smile from him.

"really?"

"yeah, if this is the demo then the song is gonna be amazing i know it, you're so good!", you say, your words adding more blush to his cheeks.

"i-", you start but don't finish because jihoon is kissing you, cupping your cheeks and he pulls away, looking shocked and he just doesn't know how to explain himself.

"listen..i...i like you y/n....", he says, still cupping your cheeks, looking at you intently, waiting for you to say something.

"jihoon...i..like you too", you admit and he's smiling so wide his cheeks hurt and kisses you again.

bonus: a seungkwan walks in the studio right at that moment and sees y'all kissing like

"hey jihoon did you-", he's stopped mid-sentence, looking between you both in shock, covering his mouth and he backs out telling y'all to continue what you were doing and closes the door, telling everyone not to disturb this room jsjsjsj. is forever traumatized.

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because-of-a-friend · 2 years

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Scared!Woozi

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Thank you for the request anon! Thanks to everyone who sent in stuff for spooky season! I’m a little late for last Halloween so let’s just say I’m super early for the upcoming holiday lol. This will just be a basic bulletpoint scenario so I hope everyone has a fun and easy time reading it!Anon I hope I live up to your expectations!

Warnings: Mild scary elements, food, tell me if I missed any!

(Remember that gifs are never mine and OPs are always linked right below so if you like them, go give their creators love!!!)

Usually your sweet boyfriend is the type to have no reaction at all during horror movies

Not that he’s trying to look brave in front of you or anything

He just genuinely isn’t affected

The type to make comments like

“Well yeah, obviously they died, they ran into a room with no exits”

Often enough that you’re like “Bro, shut up”

Sometimes you have to act more scared than you actually are of a movie to get him to quiet up and concentrate lol

Jihoon is always the cavalier, not so bothered, “this isn’t even scary” type

This random mood he’s in must have started a week or so ago

The other boys had been hanging up fake cobwebs and skeletons around the dorm to get ready for Halloween

It wasn’t unsettling

Just a bit of an annoyance that sat in the back of his head

All he could think of is how hard it would be for them to clean up later

But he was going to let the kids have their fun

Then they started watching scary movies every night

Jihoon could deal with just Mingyu’s whining and Seokmin’s occasional screams followed by the aggressive shushing from other members

But Seungkwan

It was always Seungkwan that managed to make his skin crawl

Whenever Seungkwan got scared and inevitably ran to one of the hyungs to cry about it

It was like he didn’t want to be comforted

He just wanted the other person to be as scared as he was

The whole week he’s walking up to Jihoon with that look on his face and saying things like “Hyung, doesn’t something seem... strange about our dorm?”

Before Jihoon is quickly swatting him away and sending Seungkwan off to complain to one of the other older members

Jihoon keeps telling himself he’s just stressed and tired

But the sound of Seungkwan’s voice as he insists the dorm is haunted starts making it harder for Jihoon to get to sleep at night

He starts using ambience sounds from YouTube and practicing the breathing exercises that Wonwoo taught him

Sleep comes a little easier

But then the night of the thunderstorm happens

It’s the truly scary kind

The one where the thunder is so loud you’re convinced the lightning must be striking right outside your window, waiting for an opportunity to come in

Some of the younger boys are suddenly coming into his room to spend the night, the rest of the members undoubtedly crowded into each other’s rooms as well, seeking comfort in company

But the lightning stays loud and present throughout the whole night

Between that and Seokmin’s snoring, Jihoon doesn’t sleep

So by the time he reaches your place on the actual day of Halloween, he is stressed and tired and pulled taught like a rubber band about to snap

But he’s hoping just being able to spend time with you will make him feel better

You also have a nicer mattress than him so he’s looking forward to fully crashing on it at the end of the evening

He’s greeted by the sight of you in a cute costume when you open your front door

Your neighborhood had lots of families so you got dressed up for Halloween and always had candy to pass out to kids in a big bowl by the door

Jihoon snags some as he walks in

“I already picked out a movie for us to watch tonight, or did you have other plans?” you say, setting out more substantial food for Jihoon to eat on the table

“No that sounds good,” he shrugs, biting back a million remarks about your cutesy costume

You can see his sly smile, though, and make sure to stick out your tongue at him when he’s looking at you again, “Quit it with the weird looks, you pervert”

“I’m not thinking anything like that, I promise I was only going to bully you for how ridiculous you look”

He’s distracted by the food as he speaks, already starting to sit down at the table

You noticed he seemed a bit stressed as he positively wolfs down his food

“Babe, we don’t have to do anything tonight. If you just want to go ahead and get some sleep-”

“No, I wanna watch the movie with you. You love Halloween” he insists

He literally jolts in his seat when your doorbell rings

“Baby,” you can’t help but laugh a bit, “it’s just trick-or-treaters”

He blushes a little as he nods

You get up to give them candy

Jihoon finishes off his food

You clear up the table yourself, feeling a little sorry towards your obviously tired boyfriend

“You can fall asleep during the movie, don’t try to stay awake” you say to him when he settles down on your shoulder instead of pulling you to lay on his chest like he usually does

He simply hums back

Jihoon is significantly more quiet during this movie than he usually is

Plenty of scenes pass where you were sure he was going to make fun of the characters for their foolish decisions

But he’s completely silent

You take that to mean that he must be asleep

But then the first big jump scare happens and Jihoon is practically leaping into your lap

“What’s going on with you, Mr. Tough Guy?” you tease lightly, trying to ease the tension

“Sorry, I think it surprised me since I wasn’t paying close enough attention”

“That’s ok” you say gently and take note that his tone seems a little off

And the way he’s gripping your arm

It goes on like this throughout most of the movie, Jihoon jumping a little here and there and you trying to comfort him

Finally you pause it

“I think we should just stop,” you say

And the power goes out

Jihoon actually curses out loud

You’re mostly confused

You hadn’t heard the storm start outside, too invested in the movie

It was a moment of shock and then annoyance

Jihoon is still gripping your arm as you get up and walk around the house to make sure everything seems ok

“Can I admit something to you?” you whisper in the dark

“What?”

“I was going to stop the movie earlier, but you’re kind of cute when you’re scared”

Jihoon flicks your forehead

But when you move too far from him he grabs your shirt and buries his face in the back of your neck as you move around

You grab extra blankets from your hall closet and gather as many flashlights as you can find laying around

Jihoon hovers near you as you set up the lights in your room

But you force him to change into more comfortable clothes

You eventually do the same once you get everything set up the way you want it

“C’mon you big baby, let’s get some rest”

You open up your arms big and wide for Jihoon to fit into

At first you just lay with him

He had seemed so wound up so you take your time running your hand through his hair and massaging his tense shoulders

“I wasn’t that scared” he mumbles into your neck

“So you’re ok if I leave you in the room alone to go use the bathroom?”

...

“That’s what I thought”

He pinches your side

Eventually you pull out your phone that had thankfully been fully charged before the power went out

You play a funny movie that you know Jihoon favors

Soon he’s relaxing into your side, the tension leaving his body

“Was I too mean?”

“No, are you kidding? The boys would be having the time of their lives making fun of me if this had happened at the dorm”

“I know, but still”

“You really weren’t babe”

It’s silent for a second

“Thank you for taking care of me”

He adds quietly

“Anytime,” you say lovingly, burying your hands into his hair, “but we will be finishing that movie someday”

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blizzardfluffykpop · 3 years

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Under the Skeleton

Summary: Hallow’s eve; you’ve heard of making out underneath the mistletoe, well, it’s like the same thing for Halloween parties but with a Skeleton.

Halloween Lovers Series

Fluff, Strangers to something more? au

Word Count: 965

Jihoon X Reader

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How I ended up at this Halloween party, I wasn’t entirely sure. One moment I’m at home, next moment, my friend, Vernon, is dragging me to his dorm. He opens the door, and the party is already in full swing when we enter. I lost him the second we entered. He drifted off into the crowd, probably thinking I was following him. I sigh. At least the music is good. I think to myself as I find the refreshment table. I eat a few cookies before my mouth gets dry. I hope no one spiked the punch as I poured myself a full glass of apple cider.

I chug half of it down and go try to mingle. Oh yeah,... this is alcohol, I think as I take a step and stumble. Yikes, “Yeah, I wouldn’t drink that if I were you.” A person I recognize as Seungkwan tells me. I look down at my half-empty black solo cup. I tell him, “You could have said that sooner.” He laughs and pats my back. “Well, there is some water in the fridge if you want some.” I nod, and with that, he leaves. I look and see the culprit of the taste is hard cider. With a shrug, I chug the rest and throw the cup away.

I look around and try to locate Vernon; instead, I walk right into Jihoon? Oh yeah, that’s Jihoon. I'd recognize that man anywhere. From his good looks to his phenomenal taste in music. That's when it hits me that it’s his playlist, and I go, “You wouldn’t happen to have ‘Drunk on Halloween’ by The Wallows on that playlist, would you?” He smiles, “Actually, it’s the next song on the playlist.” I grin, “Oh, I love you!” I blush and go, “That’s, uh, not what I meant to say at all.” He laughs, “It’s alright. I bet you had some of Soonyoung’s cider, right?” I nod, and he gestures for the barstools. I plop myself down, and he sits across from me. “So, what’s your favorite Halloween song?” He takes a minute to think about it, “Probably, 'Don’t Fear the Reaper' by Blue Oyster Cult. It’s so versatile like they put it in Horror movies all the time. But it’s about not fearing death, it's about eternal love, and how wicked is that?” I nod as he talks, and I go, “Damn, and don’t forget that guitar solo. That rips through like a chainsaw.” He grins, “Exactly! I don’t know what they were taking to get such effects but,...” I laugh, “Probably cocaine.” He shakes his head in agreement; “Now, is yours, ‘Drunk on Halloween’? Or were you saying that because you had a drink of Soonyoung’s cider?” I shake my head, “Definitely the latter, now while I could choose a lot of songs. ‘Bad Moon Rising’ by CCR is by far my favorite. It plays in a werewolf horror movie, and it’s unsettling hearing it after watching that. But it has the best misheard lyric ever,” Jihoon grins and goes, “There’s a bathroom on the right.” I chuckle, “Exactly! And that song is just a classic for me.”

He asks me, “Want a beer?” I nod, and he gets up and grabs us two beers. He hands me mine, and I smile and crack it open as he does the same with his. I look at the label, “Budweiser? Did it truly make Bud wiser?” He shakes his head and laughs, and we clink our beers together and take a swig. He asks, “What’s your favorite type of music?” And we continue like that and end up drinking a few more beers. I look over at the clock and notice how late it’s become. “Oh, I should get going.” He nods, “I’d take you home but, I’m not in the right shape to do so.” I nod, “It’s alright. I’ll ask Vernon if he's sober, and if not, there is always Uber.” He nods, “Well, let me walk you out.”

I nod, and we go through the kitchen doorway together, neither of us noticing the skeleton above us. When Mingyu exclaims at us, “You know the rules, Jihoon! If you walk under the skeleton, you have to kiss whoever walks under with you!” I turn bright red, and he shrugs and looks at me, “Mind?” I shake my head ‘no’. He places his hands on either side of my face and pulls me in for a kiss. I wrap my arms around him and deepen the kiss. Bringing him closer, and when we finally pull away, we’re both bright red. He smiles at me, and Mingyu goes, “Get a room.” Jihoon goes, “Well, you said we had to kiss. You never said how long.” Mingyu rolls his eyes, “It’s mistletoe rules!” I smirk and look up at the little skeleton, “Well, it seems we’re still under the skeleton.” Mingyu groans and turns around as I pull Jihoon in for another kiss.

When we pull away again, he asks, “Do you want to go on a date with me?” I nod, and he hands me his phone for me to put my number in, “Alright, I’ll text you the place.” I smile, and he takes me over to Vernon. I wave him goodbye, and Vernon takes me home. I tell him, “I had the best night of my life, Vernon! And I wish to thank you because I scored myself a date with Mr. Lee Jihoon himself.” He gives me a small smile and a thumbs up. “Yeah, I saw you guys making out underneath that skeleton. That was wild. Good job though, I know you thought he was cute.” I smile and replay the events in my mind. I know this is the start of something spectacular.

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joolsii · 3 years

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can i request our dawn is hotter than day with dimples and jihoon from seventeen? thank you so much and congrats!!

hi hun <3 ofc you can! thank you so much for sending something in hehe, i enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoy reading it :)

our dawn is hotter than day · dimples · woozi from seventeen

humming softly to the music filtering through the kitchen, you sway side to side as a pan sizzles to life on the stove and barely-there sunlight flutters through the curtains. sleep still haunts your eyes; it’s early saturday morning, with dawn just now making an entrance. jihoon’s simple black-banded bracelet brushes against your skin. you smile.

you’ll admit, sometimes it’s hard to be with such a successful man. jihoon wasn’t often home, busy with schedules or inspiration for music, and when he was home, he was usually there with the intention to sleep.

you know, though, that jihoon loves you like no other—he shows his love through asking for advice on his music, putting headphones over your ears gently before pressing play; through listening to how your day was or what new hobbies you’ve picked up on, nodding and making eye contact as much as possible; through (and this was your favorite way) slightly poking the dimples on your cheeks every time he made you smile, watching you beam even more afterwards. everyone has their own way of expressing love; lee jihoon is no different, and you adore who he is with no hesitation.

which is why you’re here now, meat and vegetables cooking away on the stovetop with a container filled with rice right next to it. you knew your boyfriend was in the studio and had been there since late last night. it was something about a new beat he couldn’t get out of his head, prompting him to sneak out with a goodbye consisting of a chaste kiss to your forehead.

hence, you were planning to surprise him with breakfast. a perfectly imperfect start to the day for a perfectly imperfect person, you muse, trying not to burn the food.

you’re so invested in the hot contents of the stove that you don’t hear the click of the front door, nor the soft padding of footsteps along with the confused call of your name. jihoon appears out of nowhere by your side with a confused smile on his face.

and you, in turn, drop the stir fry on the counter.

“you scared me!” you whine, causing the man to laugh and lean back on the counter. “i thought you were still in the studio? what are you doing here?”

jihoon opts to reach behind you to grab some napkins instead of answering. he looks away and starts to carefully clean the counter, picking up a piece of meat to pop into his mouth before responding, “missed you.”

you bite your lip to suppress a grin. “and here i was, making breakfast to take to you at the studio because i missed you more.”

if you were anyone else, you would’ve taken lee jihoon’s quiet huff as a sign of irritation. you know better, though; his cheeks were flushing, eyes refusing to meet yours, and the corners of his mouth were tugging upwards.

“come on,” you giggle, tapping him on the arm once he’s done cleaning up. “let’s cook together?”

“yeah,” jihoon grins after a moment. “yeah, together.”

written as a part of joolsii’s 150+ follower celebration.

#lee jihoon x reader #woozi x reader #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #lee jihoon imagines #woozi imagines #lee jihoon fluff #woozi fluff #seventeen fluff #juni’s 150 celebration :]

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svtskneecaps · 3 years

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crew and cast

(gender neutral) reader x jihoon

genre: fluff + some?? angst? listen i tried lmao; words: 2.8k

well howdy @toxicsocial tis i, your tct secret santa. so uh, i can’t actually make people cry in a timely manner and i didn’t figure most people would be down to read like 9k of buildup, so!! the angst is minimal!!! but i tried really hard and i hope you like it i love you so much also i forgot to title it again until right now so don’t look at it too hard

You loved your high school’s theatre crew. From freshman year they’d been a staple in your life. It was refreshingly stable to be able to walk into the tech room anytime and reliably know what would be going on. Except, there was one thing about theatre you couldn’t stand: Lee Jihoon. You’d avoided him since freshman year, but unfortunately for you, you’d taken over the position of Run Crew Head and Prop Master, and he was the Student Director. You were forced to sit through every production meeting with him.

Which, fine. You’d do anything for the show to run well. But that didn’t change the fact that he made you want to commit a crime.

Or three.

“Great news guys!” you yelled, sweeping into the tech room. “The crutches still aren’t right and Jihoon wants us to repaint the brickwork on the platforms to be less ‘garish’ and the typewriter is from the 1940s when it should be from the 1890s and I’m going to set something on fire!”

Chan slammed his head against the nearest cabinet. “This is the third time he’s rejected the brickwork, oh my god.”

“Fourth time he’s hated the crutches too, and I’ve told him that the only period accurate typewriter in the basement is literally one wrong keystroke from breaking onstage but I guess he’s willing to take that risk for a typewriter that’s going to be in one scene.” You massaged your forehead. “I’m gonna stay late Wednesday so we can have our shit together by Hell Week.”

“I’ll have to join.” Chan peeled his head off the cabinet, cracking his knuckles. “You think Mingyu’s got time to spare? I might get him to help; there’s way too much platform for me to do in time.”

“Dunno, he’s pretty busy.” Vernon scooped a loose screw out of a sawdust pile and swept the whole thing into the dustpan. “Makeup’s been working hard to get the ‘ragged urchin’ look right.”

“I’ll con Soonyoung into it then, I don’t think they’re rehearsing the dance numbers tomorrow so he might be free.”

“I wish you luck with that, dude.” You scooped the crutch off the floor. “I gotta go beg costumes to let me into the basement storage and see if there’s another goddamn piece of fabric I can use for the crutches.”

“You have fun.”

You ended up getting lucky; Minghao already needed to go down there so you wouldn’t have to fight for cell signal to make sure you were allowed to deface the cloth scraps you’d found.

“You seem stressed,” he noted as he unlocked the basement door.

You snorted. “Stressed is an understatement.”

“Jihoon again?”

“If he tells me to redo the damn crutches again I’m going to nail him to the wall.”

Minghao lead the way down the stairs. “I really thought you had it that time.”

“Nothing is good enough for that guy.”

He shrugged. “He just wants the show to go well.”

“Yeah, well, so do I. He doesn’t have to get up everybody’s ass sticking his opinions where they don’t belong. He’s never been crew, why does he get to make us repaint the entire damn set anyway?”

“He’s the director.”

“Everyone else thought the bricks looked fine!”

Minghao looked at you sideways. “What’s your deal with Jihoon?”

“Like I said, poking his nose where it doesn’t--”

“No, you had beef before he got appointed Student Director.”

You sighed. “I don’t know. He’s always kind of been a pain even when he was ensemble.” You drove your finger into your temple. “And he broke a crucial prop that wasn’t his the night before the show opened and didn’t tell me.”

“You did props?”

“Buddy I was Prop Master. I literally didn’t find out until the Stage Manager tried to run that scene before school.” You glared absently at the shelves of typewriters to one side of the walkway. “I literally had to skip my last three classes and dinner to get a replacement and he never even apologized for it.”

Minghao whistled. “That’s unforgivable.”

“Tell me about it.” You waded through the costume racks to get to the bins of scraps in the back.

“And you’ve never considered forgiving and forgetting? I mean, it’s been two years.”

You sighed, leaning the crutch against a shelf. “I mean. . .”

He snickered. “Come on, it’s just you and me and the ghosts down here, you can say it.”

“I mean. . . he just makes me so mad!” You yanked the lid off a tote with a snap that echoed across the basement. “Like, every time I start thinking maybe he’s not so bad he pulls some other shit on me and I slam right back into hating his goddamn guts.”

“You’re on the same team,” Minghao called down the row. “You’re just trying to make the show better.”

“Making the show better shouldn’t involve painting the entire set three times.”

“I’m just saying, it’d put at least three years back on your lifespan.”

“Yeah yeah.”

You managed to update the crutches by the end of the day, and repainted the entire set on Wednesday--although you had to sacrifice your lunch and free periods and several hours after school to get it all done. Thursday left you with a finished set and another production meeting.

He didn’t like the bricks.

You saw red.

In the hallway, you pulled him aside.

“What don’t you like about the bricks?”

He frowned. “They detract attention from the actors.”

You wanted to seize him by the shoulders and shake him like a maraca. “It’s gray! It is the darkest most nondescript color we have in the buckets and you’re telling me it detracts attention from the actors? You haven’t even seen them rehearse with it!”

“It’s gonna be too much,” he argued. “It’s the same color as half the costumes--”

“I have seen every single costume in the show, it’s not even close to the same pigment!”

“Even still--”

“Listen,” you snapped, your heartbeat pounding in your ears, “if you want the set redone in time for Hell Week then I expect to see you in the goddamn tech room tomorrow after school wearing something you don’t mind getting paint on because I’m not going to make Chan and Vernon repaint the entire damn set by themselves for the fifth time and I have to figure out how to keep that 1890s typewriter from falling apart, do I make myself clear?”

He looked almost disgusted at the prospect, but he nodded stiffly. “Crystal.”

You turned on your heel just as stiffly, striding away before you lost all composure.

To your complete surprise, Jihoon actually showed up the next day, wearing a pair of faded jeans and a shirt so faded that whatever decal had been on the front had long washed away.

“So he arrives!” Chan yelled from his perch on the desk, where he’d been watching you wrestle with the typewriter.

Jihoon looked distinctly uncomfortable, but he squared his shoulders. “Where do you need me?”

“We gotta move all the set pieces in before we start,” Chan said. “Then I’ll probably have you start on the legs. We gotta wait for Vernon before we can move the tall stuff. One sec, I’ll--” he bolted into the hallway.

Jihoon stared after him, then looked to you. “Where is he going?”

“To tell Vernon we’re actually doing the repaint.” You shrugged. “Honestly I’m surprised you showed up.”

“I said I would.”

“Actually you just said you understood the ultimatum; we had no idea if you’d show or not.”

“Oh.”

You shrugged. “Good to have you anyway.”

Chan returned with Vernon before the silence could get too awkward, and you helped them move all the platforms back into the tech room. From there, Vernon set up his speaker and the real work began.

Jihoon helped choose the color of the bricks (and Chan threatened to really break his leg if he changed his mind about it later), and they got to laying down the base coat. You went back to glaring at the typewriter and reading through every antiques article you could find online.

After trying seven different methods to no avail, you shoved your chair away from the desk. “Typewriters are hellspawn created by the Devil himself to punish unfortunate Prop Masters.”

Vernon snickered. “That good, huh?”

“I’m going to put a screwdriver through the keyboard,” you said mildly.

“Okay maybe don’t do that.” Chan paused to pull a clean paintbrush out of his pocket and throw it at you. “You know where the overalls are; come take a break.”

“Why do you just have that?” Jihoon asked.

“A painter is always prepared.”

Jihoon glanced at you. You shrugged. “I don’t question it.”

Between the four of you, you managed to finish all but one platform by the time Chan and Vernon had to go. Being older, you had infinite time, so you cracked your knuckles and sat back at the typewriter. Jihoon lingered in the doorway.

“You need any help?”

You looked up. “Nah, I think I got it. Thank you, though.”

He shifted. “Listen, I know we didn’t really get off on the right foot but, I’m sorry. I know I never really apologized for the prop, and I’m sorry for how long it took, too.”

You sighed. “It’s fine. It’s kind of unfair of me to hold it against you this long anyway, so, I’m sorry too.” It wasn’t the only reason he made you so angry, but that chip on your shoulder made a lot of other offenses you would have normally overlooked seem larger.

“Can we maybe start over?” he asked. “Freshman year all over again?”

You actually found yourself nodding. “As long as you don’t make us repaint the set ever again.”

He laughed, running a paint-stained hand through his hair. “No, I won’t. I can’t do that to your crew again.”

“Good. Cause we weren’t kidding about breaking your legs.”

“I will keep that in mind.” He hiked up his backpack. “I’ll see you on Monday, then?”

“Happy Hell Week.”

Hell Week was hell (and the sky is blue).

Three of the actors lost their voices four days before Opening Night. One of the glasses for the restaurant scene shattered during the dance number--even though it was supposed to be offstage already--and the third lead got very close to twisting her ankle after landing a jump wrong. The actors could never manage to find their light, there were technical glitches with the backstage mics, and you were so on edge that if you heard the word standby you’d jump so bad you’d bruise your knee on the table.

The typewriter gave you more anxiety than it was worth. The actress using it had strict instructions not to actually touch the keys, because the only thing holding it together was gaff tape. You’d put Jun and Wonwoo in charge of bringing the desk it sat on onstage, because you trusted them to have it under control and keep it from tipping, because if it tipped at an angle any more than about 30 degrees, the keys would get out of alignment and that required time and experience to fix, of which you had neither.

Needless to say, you were two steps away from tearing your hair out.

At least you weren’t fighting with Jihoon, though. You’d even gone out to grab takeout with him for dinner, once, and yelling about all the problems in the car was really cathartic and you came back refreshed and relaxed, for once (only for every muscle in your back to clench at once because an actor bumped the prop table in their hurry to get in costume and one of the glasses fell over).

But it was Opening Night, and you were wound tighter than a spring waiting for everything to go wrong.

And it did.

Jihoon was in the hallway behind the stage, giving Joshua a few final notes about his big solo, and he didn’t check his surroundings closely enough. In his wild gesturing to demonstrate the level of enthusiasm, his arm clipped the typewriter.

And it fell.

He stared at it. Joshua stared at it. You could not tear your eyes from it.

The keys had tilted out of alignment. The bar holding the paper was skewed. The decorative paneling to one side had cracked down the middle. You didn’t have time to fix it before it went on. Maybe you couldn’t fix it at all.

“I am so sorry--” Jihoon started, but you stopped him with a hand, balling the other into a fist.

“Don’t,” you forced through your teeth, because you didn’t want to start yelling at him; it was an honest mistake and it was your fault for not resettling it on the desk after the last run. You were just seething with rage, at yourself, at the typewriter--you didn’t want to project it.

“Ten minutes to go!” someone yelled down the hall. You forced yourself to exhale, gingerly picking it up, flinching with every shift of the keys.

“Is there anything I can--”

“Get to the booth. Tell Seungcheol what happened, just-- be in your place. Jun!” you yelled into the tech room. His head jerked up. “I need you to take over headset for me, can you do that?”

His mouth fell open seeing the typewriter and he nodded, wordlessly, leaping to his feet and hurrying backstage.

Jihoon still stood there, looking between the typewriter and you with an anguished expression. “You’re sure you don’t--”

“I got it,” you said again, clipped. “I can handle it. I can-- just get to the booth, Jihoon!”

You hadn’t yelled. You knew enough not to yell when the audience was already in their seats. But your words had the same effect, because he flinched, and he nodded, and he turned the other way and ran.

Your rage was turning inward as fast as it was dulling, but you had a show to put on, so you placed the broken typewriter carefully on a counter in the tech room and sprinted for the basement.

You managed to get the 1970s typewriter back upstairs and on the desk before it went on, and the show went on without a hitch. The actors hit their marks, all the props found their way back to the prop table, and the pit orchestra didn’t have to loop a section for a missed cue even once.

You waited until everyone was gone before you let yourself cry.

“I really am sorry.”

You looked up.

Jihoon stood in the doorway, twisting his hands.

“It’s fine,” you said. “It’s partially my fault for not making sure it was centered right.” You rubbed your eyes with the palms of your hands, hoping to disguise the redness. “I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

“It’s okay,” he said. “Do you want help?”

“I don’t know if it can even be fixed,” you said, staring blankly at the remains of the typewriter in front of you. “It might-- it might be beyond my help.”

For a long moment, you stared at it, mind spiralling.

You pushed yourself up. “They’ll want to lock up.” You slung your backpack over your shoulders. “I’ll just come in before the show and work on it. Maybe get Jun to grab me some McDonald’s or something and eat during the intermission.”

Jihoon’s brow furrowed. “That’s not healthy.”

“I’ve done it before.” You waved him off. “The show must go on, you know?” You slung your backpack over your shoulders. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The day came by in flashes as you researched the typewriter with a renewed vigor. You could probably use hot glue and some kind of putty to hide the crack in the paneling, you could probably put the keys back or at the very least tape them to look like they were back, from a distance. The bar at the top would be much harder but you hadn’t really inspected it the night before so maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as you thought it was?

You didn’t feel particularly hopeful when you stopped by the tech room to pick up the typewriter.

Until you saw the typewriter.

“What the fuck.” It was fixed. The keys aligned, the crack sealed, the bar sitting on top just as it was supposed to be. It looked exactly like it had when you’d first set it on that desk.

Jihoon came around the corner, dried putty staining his hands. “Hey,” he said, seeming tired but absolutely beaming at you.

“Did you do this?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. I didn’t want you putting your health on the line.”

“Oh my god, thank you. I can’t-- this is incredible!” You kept tracing your fingers over the ridge formed by the sealed crack, but you couldn’t see it.

“I did a good job, then?” He put his hands in his pockets, grinning.

“Better than good, oh my god I could kiss you!”

Your cheeks burned when you realized what you’d said, but he laughed. “Whoa, buy me dinner first.”

“Bet,” you said, accepting it like a challenge. “You pick the place, I’ll pay.”

“Okay,” he said, and then lifted his hands. “I gotta wash up.”

“Meet you by the front door in five?”

“It’s a date.”

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the suns sets in a way that you can't keep your eyes off of it, and you breathe in a way that jihoon can't keep his eyes off of you. it's dangerous, he says, covering your eyes with his hand as he sets you back onto the grassy field, head laying beside the a basket of freshly picked daisies as the sky softened into puddles of oranges, indigos, and pinks as if monet had his hand in it. never had you heard of anyone going blind after staring at the sun setting for to long, but you laugh and chuckle as you tugged the boy down beside your lying presence without his prior approval, listening to him and deciding to pay attention to the object of beauty that rivals that of the current painted sky— him.

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strawberryjmilk · 3 years

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paranormal hunter!jihoon, ghost!reader, gender neutral reader

TW : mentions of death! there are some bad words sprinkled in!

The Lee household was always plagued with rumors. It didn't help when one of the neighbors from across the street went missing, tallying the number of missing people too high for comfort. The Lee house was known for its mystery's — the biggest of all being how some people still claimed to see Lee Seokmin wandering around the yard, looking sad and heartbroken.

Coincidentally, a newcomer strode into town, a degree in demonology and only the finest equipment by his side. He'd been doing this for years — trying to make people see that demons and ghosts and whatever else simply didn't exist. It's what he lived for and what helped pay his bills. He could prove any weird feeling or mysterious sighting was all merely a coincidence.

And, coincidentally enough, he shared the same surname as the most haunted place in town.

—

He let out a sigh, his bangs fluffing up slightly from his breath. There were only two hotels in the small town, and he was not staying at the one that smelled only of sweat and cigarettes.

"Here to check in?" A voice called. He looked up to see a boy taller than himself, hair a mix between red and orange. He only nodded. The other boy smiled, "cool. I'm Jeon Wonwoo. If you need anything just ask! You are...?"

"Jihoon," he introduced, "Lee Jihoon."

As expected, Wonwoo's face paled at the name. He gulped, eyes dashing across every surface he could see before nodding. "Okay," Wonwoo squeaked, "here's your key."

Then Wonwoo just left. Jihoon blinked, before letting out another puff of breath. This town is weird, he thought, and way too superstitious. Shaking his head, Jihoon walked to his room before unlocking the door. He didn't think twice before plopping into his bed and falling asleep immediately.

He was awoken by drops. Drops of water that fell to his cheeks slowly, one-by-one. Blinking, Jihoon realized he couldn't open his eyes all the way nor could he move his body at all. His breathing stalled — it'd been a while since he was held by sleep paralysis.

Gasping breaths were coming from beside his ear, icy breath brushing against his cheek. "Don't," it whispered, "don't come to our house."

The feeling and sleep paralysis disappeared and Jihoon soon fell back asleep, forgetting it even happened.

———

Jihoon was at the library the next day. His hands sifting through old news articles — ones dated back so far that they didn't even try to log them into the computer. As far as he could tell, the narrative of the Lee household had aged as the town did.

That house and it's ghosts seemed to always exist.

But, attention was never drawn to the house until years ago, when a boy named Kim Taehyung disappeared. His story was similar to everyone else's — he moved near the Lee household and began talking about seeing a smiling boy. Days later, he'd disappeared without a trace.

The story repeated with numerous names — numerous people who were whisked away by a smiling boy. Jihoon couldn't even read about them all — he had a feeling there was more to the list. Joy; Seungmin; Minhyuk; Gahyeon; Jehyun; and the latest victim — Y/N.

Jihoon bit his lip as he leaned back in the library's chair. So many people — they just vanished and no one was doing anything about it. The house was searched — the Lee household was honestly the first place anyone looked when a person was declared missing. But, it was as empty as it had been for years.

He shook his head — he needed to get a closer look.

A girl with short, black hair was gardening when Jihoon arrived at the Lee house. She was just across the street from it, glancing at the unsteady and gray house from time to time. Jihoon paused before making his way to her, watching as she jumped at every noise she heard.

"Hey," he spoke. The girl looked at him wide-eyed and he finally noticed her trembling hands and wobbling lip. Fear was the only thing clouding her eyes. Jihoon furrowed his eyebrows, "are you alright?"

She parted her cracked lips, eyes growing hazed and blurred as her mind drifted. "It's been a year since." That's all she would say in a tired, worn voice. "It's been a year and sometimes I can still see them, waving at me sadly."

Jihoon watched as the girl blinked before she looked up at him. She spoke once more, "why won't they leave me alone? I just want all of them to leave me alone."

Then it clicked — Y/N had left one person behind when they disappeared. One person who refused to take the search any further because she was certain her friend was still in the Lee house.

"Yeeun, right?" Jihoon had to make sure. And he had to tread carefully — he didn't want to bring up any more memories this close to the date Y/N vanished.

The girl simply nodded.

"I bet you miss them." Jihoon wanted to smack himself in the face. Of course Yeeun missed Y/N! They were roommates and best friends and the disappearance was so unexpected.

Clearing his throat, Jihoon looked away awkwardly and was faced with the Lee house once more. It was desolate and rusted and seemed like it was going to fall apart if you looked at it for too long. He tilted his head when he realized one of the curtains swayed, like someone had just peeked at him and Yeeun.

"You shouldn't go in there," she spoke up. Jihoon glanced back down at her, seeing how worn and haggard her face seemed to grow within the last minute. Her eyes were blank again as she stared at the house across the street. Yeeun looked up at him, "you seem too interested in that place. You should just leave — to be safe."

Jihoon shook his head, "I need to look for answers."

Yeeun looked at him sadly, "no answers are worth being stuck in that house."

———

"It's not technically illegal if I'm telling you, right?" Jihoon was speaking to Wonwoo, trying to convince the red-haired boy that it was okay for him to stay in the Lee house. "At least for one night!" Wonwoo looked apprehensive so Jihoon sighed in irritation. "I'm going to do it regardless."

Wonwoo let out a sigh of his own before nodding slowly. "Good luck," his voice drifted through the door as Jihoon left. "Hope to see you again. Alive."

Oddly, the house looked brand new on the inside. Jihoon lifted an eyebrow, looking around as his over-night bag slid from his shoulder. The walls looked freshly painted; the floors were sparkling; the furniture looked like it hardly been touched. The place even smelled clean — like someone had washed it head-to-toe and sprayed a subtle mint and lemon air freshener!

"What the..." Jihoon muttered. This couldn't be right! The house was hundreds of years old — there was no way it could look this... fresh. "Something weird is going on here."

"That's not very nice."

Jihoon's head snapped to the right where he saw a boy. A smiling, happy boy. Chills ran up his spine as the boy stepped closer. The boy continued to smile. "You're visiting my home, after all. You should be a little polite."

The hair on the back of Jihoon's neck stood straight at the words — my home. There was no denying it. This was the smiling boy. This was the reason so many people had disappeared. This was, "Lee Seokmin."

"So you know of me?" Seokmin's grin grew even wider. "How nice!"

Jihoon shrugged, feeling like his voice was lost. "Just rumors."

"Well," Seokmin let out a melancholic sigh, "I'm afraid you'll have to take the couch. All of my rooms are... occupied." His eyes seemed to darken and Jihoon was only growing more apprehensive.

"Seokmin," the boy froze, "stay away from the guests."

Seokmin let out a bitter chuckle. "You don't control me, T—."

"Seokmin," his face fell completely, "you were told to leave the alive ones alone."

"But, my hap—."

"Go. Now."

Before he could blink, Jihoon was alone again. Seokmin was gone and he was too shocked to notice a new figure stepping in front of him. "You should go."

Jihoon let out a squeak as he faced forward. And there you were, in the same outfit you had died in. His lips parted, "holy shit."

"I'm not kidding," your voice was stern. Jihoon could only stare at you, refusing to believe any of this was real. "You really need to leave."

Jihoon shook his head, "I'm staying."

You could only scoff turning away from the boy, annoyed. You glanced up the stairs, before facing him again. "Whatever," you were monotonous, "it's your funeral."

Jihoon hoped you were just being dramatic.

He had a lot to think about as he laid down to sleep. First — he was in the most haunted place he'd heard about. Second — everyone in this town seemed to be too terrified of the house to even speak about it. Third — he had just met Lee Seokmin, the possible cause for all of this.

Finally — he met you. The last victim. And you seemed to have some kind of hold over Seokmin, something the others didn't.

Sometime during his thoughts, Jihoon drifted off to sleep. He awoke again, the feeling of his limbs being locked up sending a panic signal to his brain. He was laying on his stomach, he noticed, and someone was walking towards him.

Their feet were wet — almost sloshing as they walked to him. Jihoon could only stare as a pair of bare feet came into his view, a puddle forming from where they stood. They were there for a few minutes before they turned and left him. Just like that.

———

He could tell that someone else was in the room with him when he woke up. Scrunching his nose, Jihoon's hand dance against the floor until he found his glasses and slid them on. He looked up and gulped.

People were around him — a lot of people. And they were all too familiar to Jihoon.

"Uh..." he cleared his throat, "hello?"

A gray-haired boy let out an unbelieving scoff, "you're still alive, huh?"

Jihoon glanced around the room again, seeing all the eyes. "Yes?"

"Tae," a girl with orange hair spoke, "remember, Y/N said to be nice to him."

The boy clicked his tongue before frowning, a small amount of sadness creeping into his eyes. "I know, I know! Just confused is all."

"True," a new boy said. He, too, was looking over Jihoon curiously. He pursed his lips, "it's weird that Seokmin left him alive for this long."

You appeared again, arms crossed as you eyed everyone. A boy with two-tone hair was beside you — he looked familiar. "Seokmin only runs this place because all of you are afraid of him." You glanced at Jihoon, smiling softly. "Glad to see you're okay," you looked to the other guests again. "Introduce yourselves at least."

"Kim Taehyung," the gray-haired boy nodded in greeting. Jihoon remembered reading about him.

"Call me Jehyun," the two-tone boy introduced. He propped his elbow on your shoulder, leaning into you with a grin. "Y/N's right hand g—," you elbowed him, "guy! Right hand guy... yeah."

The orange-haired girl spoke up next, "I'm Joy!" She smiled at Jihoon and he returned it — he'd read about her, too.

"Joo-hyuk," the second boy smiled sadly, "you won't find me in the papers."

Long black hair covered Jihoon's vision as he laid on the couch. Looking up, he noticed a woman was peering over him, her torso bent over the back of the couch. She tilted her head at him curiously. Across the room, Jehyun cleared his throat and she blinked, remembering she probably needed to introduce herself. "Everyone here calls me IU... I don't remember my real name. Most of us don't."

Jihoon looked at all of them again, remembering all of the newspaper clippings and articles he'd read. He let out a sigh. "You aren't... missing, are you?"

The room went silent and pieces were starting to come together. You looked at him with sympathy — the others looked down. Jihoon gulped, "all of you are—" his voice caught in his throat. "You're all... dead, aren't you?"

You smiled sadly, "you figured it out, huh?" And that was the only answer he needed.

"Hyun-woo," a new voice spoke. Jihoon turned to see a man curled up in one corner of the room, staring blankly ahead. "Lee Hyun-woo. He liked my last name so he brought me here. I was twenty-seven. I liked movies and wanted to be a director someday. Lee Hyun-woo. He likes my name so I have to stay here."

Joy cleared her throat, "he's been here for a while."

"Your memories start fading," Taehyung spoke up. He looked sad again and if ghosts could cry, Jihoon was sure the boy would be sobbing. "After a few years. They just go away — vanish. Just like we did."

"Some people are still looking for you, though." Jihoon wanted to reassure them. It was strange — his entire career was based on denying the existence of any and every supernatural being. Yet, here he was, wanting to ease the self-hatred he could see. "Not everyone has forgotten."

"That's nice," IU said with an airy voice.

"He's lying," the voice made you scowl. Jihoon cleared his throat before sitting up as Seokmin came into view. "Everyone stopped looking for you. You're missing to them, that's all. Don't let this new person tell you different."

He seemed to grow darker and some of the spirits cowered away from him. "Don't forget where you are and who's in charge."

"Who, you?" The only person who would speak against the ghost was you. Seokmin seemed to hate that.

He let out a scoff, "my happiness, please. Don't be rude in front of the guest."

"Not yours, Seokmin," you glared, "never was."

With that, you disappeared. Jihoon only blinked.

———

It was his third night at the Lee household and every person in town looked at him in awe. Maybe they were concerned, too, but Jihoon knew this would help lessen their fear off the house. After all, it was just a house. It's the things inside the house that they should be afraid of.

Currently, Jihoon was sat on the staircase of the house, glasses perched on his nose as he wrote in a journal. Or, the journal, really. The one where he wrote of his experiences. He was writing things he'd heard or seen during his stay — almost like he needed to write it down to remember it. To make sure he still believed when he left.

Humming, Jihoon reread over his previous conversation with Jehyun and Taehyung, mentioning what they explained about their memories. "They disappear just like we do." It was a frightening thought. Suddenly, a voice was humming alongside him.

Jihoon froze, a little afraid to turn and see who was keeping him company this time. Sliding his eyes so that he could use his peripheral vision, he sighed. "Hi, Y/N."

"Oh," you blinked, "hey."

The silence surrounded the both of you briefly. It was getting late, the sun setting and full moon preparing to show itself. Jihoon pushed his glasses up his nose, "do you usually stay with me? Just... floating around out of sight?"

You hummed, pursing your lips in thought before looking away from him. "Well I— I like to hear you sing, is all. And you do that a lot when you're writing or reading, so."

"Right." Jihoon decided to just ignore your presence for now, not really bothered with it. As moonlight seeped in through the window, Jihoon felt a chill. He began to hear various things — the floor creaking; a door slamming; water dripping. He looked to his watch warily, realizing he never stayed up this late.

Not in this house, at least.

Slowly, the dripping water became louder and louder and louder until Jihoon had to see where it was coming from. To his left, you were still standing there. But, you didn't look okay. You looked cold and you were shaking and you were sopping wet. Jihoon fought the gasp he felt climbing up his throat.

"It was you." He said simply. You tilted your head at him in question. "I think I've been seeing you — having dreams." His eyes drifted from your dripping hair to your bare feet. You shifted uncomfortably.

"His doings," you spoke through chattered teeth. You crossed your arms across your chest out of habit — you'd already grown used to the cold you felt, a long time ago. "As punishment. As a reminder of what we are and where we are."

Jihoon frowned, "I wish I knew how to banish him."

You let out a snarky laugh, "don't we all?"

———

He was leaving. Lee Jihoon was finally leaving the Lee house and all its beings. He looked almost lost as he packed his bag, looking around the room with a frown.

"You don't have to leave," IU said with a pout. Joy was beside her, nodding enthusiastically. The orange-haired girl grinned, "yeah! You could stay here and be our friend."

"Guys," Jehyun warned them. They frowned at Jihoon again before popping out of sight. Jehyun let out a sigh, "I think they're going to miss you a little too much."

Jihoon grinned, "I'll visit."

"Don't let Seokmin hear you say that," your voice carried to them. You lifted an eyebrow, smirking. "He might make you one of us."

Jehyun sensed the two of you needed to talk, so he joined the others. Wherever they were. You looked down at your feet, shuffling them against the floor awkwardly. Jihoon spoke up, "I'm not kidding." You smiled at the familiar words you'd said to him once.

"You need to go," you replied. You jutted your chin out, gesturing to the journal he was holding. "You have all of our stories to tell, after all."

Jihoon nodded once, sternly. "It's about time this town knew the truth."

You bit your lip as if you were fighting with your thoughts. Jihoon waited, patiently watching as you gathered what you wanted to say. "Make sure she knows, too."

He knew who you meant. Waving — sadly, but he wouldn't admit that — Jihoon turned and left, shutting the door behind him. Taking a deep breath, Jihoon turned around once more as the golden shine of the house dimmed and sank. Instead, he was now standing in a run-down house, wondering when it'd last seen the sun.

Lee Jihoon nodded to himself as he patted his journal — he had a new job to do.

— happy halloween! 🎃🦇 this is sort of a part two to ‘cracked shutters’, but they can be read separately! i hope you enjoyed this and i apologize for the lack of imagines recently. hopefully ill get back into the groove of things soon. thank you for waiting and reading, ♡

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THE RETURN OF SUPERMAN | Lee Jihoon

Author’s Note: In the last part of TROS Jeonghan, I had mistakenly labeled Yuna as Lee Jihoon’s daughter. Please forgive me! I already edited it to lessen confusion haha. Yuna will be coming out in the next story as another member’s child, as edited. Please watch out for it, and I hope you come to love Lee Jihoon’s family in this AU, too!

NEW SERIES ALERT! While reading this fic, you will have a clue as to what series is coming next on this blog. Please watch out for it and if you see the clue, you can comment it down! :D

HYERI YOU’D BETTER READ THIS ONE!

Genre: ABSOLUTE FLUFF with traces of good ol’ angst but this is definitely a happy story so go ahead and read it!

Word count: 5,896

Lee Jihoon always had a plan. It wasn’t always written on paper or formulated to the dot (you were the one responsible for that end), but it was always there. He felt a lot better if he had things under his control. And so when he decided to enter the Return of Superman show with his friends, he wasn’t going unprepared.

Because, as he stared across at the table (mind you, sudden shivers were coming up his spine as he looked at the young toddler who looked oh so innocent—for now)…

…One could never go unprepared with Lee Yeseung.

“I mapped it out carefully, love,” he told you over breakfast. “I mapped out every single activity I am going to do with him. He’s not an easy kid, but—“

“—Who isn’t easy?” you innocently asked, eyeing your son fondly. He had his father’s eyes and the gentleness of your facial features. His pale-white skin was also his father’s, but the color of his eyes, black with a hint of brown in them, were yours. “Yeseung is a good boy, aren’t you?”

Yeseung smiled sweetly at you and giggled his cute, toddler giggle.

“You know, this child doesn’t come from my side of the family,” Jihoon taunted you as he ate. “My Yeseung is too much like you. Like mother, like son.” Jihoon was laughing to himself, pleased at making you feel pissed off early in the morning. It was a ritual he was having a hard time to break, even after five years of marriage. But when Jihoon turned his eyes to you, he stopped mid-laughter.

“What?” he said, raising both hands. “It’s true!” He pointed at his son. “Look at him! He’s hyper!”

“You are uncharacteristically talkative today,” you replied to him, your eyes narrowing. “What are you up to?”

Yeseung stared up from his bowl at his father. He was holding the bowl to his face with his hands, doing his best to quietly finish his breakfast as you had sternly told him to do. He had understood your husband’s words, and now he dropped the bowl, cereal flying all over the place as he bawled.

You stabbed your fork at a hotdog and glared daggers at your husband. “Lee Jihoon!”

Jihoon turned back to his meal. “I love you both, and I’m…” he sighed, getting up on second thought and disappearing behind to the kitchen for a minute. “I’m going to get the dishcloth.”

“I wasn’t hyper this time,” Yeseung sobbed, rubbing his eyes and putting cereal on his face. “He called me hyper again. I wasn’t hyper this time.” He wailed louder. “Why does he always call me hyper?”

You sighed and scooped the child in your arms, forgetting your breakfast. You were hoping for a quiet morning, but Jihoon just had to upset your baby again. “No, appa was just joking.”

“Yeseung-ah!” Jihoon deftly scooped up Yeseung from your arms and began smothering him with kisses. “Appa was just joking! Like we always do!”

Yeseung looked up at his appa, with tearful eyes. “I’m not hyper, right? I’m a good boy, right?”

“Exactly. A very good boy who will help appa clean up the table!”

“What activity planning were you talking about?”

Jihoon smirked at you and peppered his son with kisses. “I’m nervous, Y/N,” he said quietly, as he looked straight into your eyes, his face going serious. “That’s why I was being talkative. I rarely do this with others, except you.”

You felt your whole face flush. “What activity planning were you talking about?” you repeated your question again.

Jihoon smiled nervously. “It’s for the Return of Superman show.”

INTERVIEW WITH LEE JIHOON, 30:

JIHOON: Hello everyone, my name is Lee Jihoon. I am known by many as SEVENTEEN’s Woozi. This—(he hoists little Yeseung up his lap)—is my three-year-old, Lee Yeseung. Say hi to the camera, Yeseung-ah!

YESEUNG: (Smiles at the camera shyly and then burrows into his father’s jacket.)

WOOZI: (Smiles at his son’s shyness.) Sorry, he’s still a bit camera-shy. But we’re really looking forward to enjoying ourselves on this show! And—(Laughs self-consciously and hugs his little boy close to him.)—I hope I learn more as a dad!

Q: This was asked to the other members as well: How does it feel to have a child of your own?

JIHOON: (Laughs nervously and pats Yeseung, who was squirming on his lap.) Actually, it’s nerve-wracking.

(Silence.)

JIHOON: (Looks down at his son.) You always have to brace yourself with little Yeseung here.

Boy, were we to find out.

NARRATOR: *We are now here at the Lee residence! (Cameras pan around the lavish but minimalistic penthouse of the Lee family.) And it is a beautiful morning, with no clouds in the sky to signal any rainfall. What will this day bring for Lee-appa and little Yeseung?*

6:50 A.M.

A flutter of what seemed like paper floated into Jihoon’s face. Startled, he opened his eyes and struggled to get up quickly out of bed.

Another piece of paper—no, poorly-made paper plane—floated into his face.

He closed his eyes. Took deep breaths. Tried to shake the feeling of sleepiness and called, as calmly as he could, “Yeseung-ah, where did you get all these papers?”

A giggle and a high-pitched squeal of delight was all the answer he could get.

“LEE YESEUNG!!!”

Lee Jihoon jumped out of bed the moment his eyes caught the paper. Groggily, and feeling a little bit off because it was still early, he reached out and snatched a paper plane zooming in toward him. When his eyes had adjusted enough, he looked at the paper. Oh, cool. His baby boy was making paper planes. What an artist! He smiled sleepily, and was about to say a word of praise to his little artist when he looked at the paper again.

Panic and stress, too early to be felt in the morning, seized his heart. He was suddenly wide awake.

Aishh, this kid!!!

Lee Yeseung, his son, was making paper planes out of his music sheets.

HIS LIFE’S WORK. HIS MUSIC SHEETS.

His mind going insane, he bounded across the room with uncharacteristic quickness (it was still early in the morning, mind you), and flung the door open. He was already beginning to panic internally. He was sure he had locked his office at the den when he went into bed at 3 a.m. He was very sure. He wouldn’t have forgotten. But he followed the paper trail—Breathe, bruh, breathe, he kept telling himself, not stopping to look at which song sheet got ripped by his little troll—and with utter disbelief, stared at his wide-open office door.

He distinctly remembered what folks kept telling him about this penthouse. “The doors, cupboards and the built-in closets are definitely (emphasis on DEFINITELY) childproof. You won’t have a problem, even if you get quintuplets running around and playing horse.”

Now, Lee Jihoon knew better. For his kid, even if he just has ONE Lee Yeseung, all the childproofing in the world would not be able to work.

“Yeseung-ah,” he gently chided, as he stared helplessly at the door and the little boy on the floor, surrounded by headsets, pens, papers, song sheets, and other stuff that he had religiously put into what he had considered “safe zones”. Now, he would be much more cautious when dealing with his boy. “What did you do?”

“Paper planes!” the kid squealed in delight, throwing another newly-made paper plane into the air. Jihoon forced himself to look away from the plane circling above them; he forced himself not to see that that was his FIRST finished lyric sheet for “Adore U”. This kid knew how to pull triggers to make his dad crazy, that’s for sure. Jihoon was doing his best not to freak out. He loved his little baby more than the song sheets. He kept telling himself that HE LOVED HIS KID MORE THAN THOSE SONG SHEETS THAT HE’D STAYED UP NIGHTS FOR. YEP. NOT FREAKING OUT.

“That…that was a piece with sentimental value…” the cameras caught Jihoon’s internally-freaking-out-I-don’t-know-how-to-handle-this-mess face, picking up the sheets that he could still salvage. The cameras also panned at the safety latches that were expertly unlatched (some were even unlatched with what looked to be like bite marks and SCISSORS), and the outlet caps that were—you guessed it—uncapped. Nothing closed remained closed. It was a good thing, though, that Jihoon’s treasure chest of other composing mementos was one with a padlock. Nothing beats a good, old padlock, he thought to himself with a sigh of relief. Not even childproof crap compared to it.

NARRATOR: *Oh, no! It looks like little Yeseung has made quite a mess! And with his dad’s most precious music sheets!*

“You won’t have a problem,” they said. “Childproof,” they said. Wow. Even with quintuplets, huh?

It took only one Lee Yeseung, Jihoon thought to himself, to unlatch three “safety” latches on his office door. Just one, bright, hyper, adorably troll-like little boy with an adorable giggle that was making his heart melt right now, wearing nothing but a T-shirt and his nappie, and holding a ripped-up song sheet entitled—OH NO.

“LEE YESEUNG!!!”

INTERVIEW WITH LEE JIHOON, 30:

JIHOON: (Holds his head in his hands for a few seconds before sighing deeply). He tore up my latest work. My little boy tore up my latest work. This is so…(groans and laughs at the same time) Seriously, I don’t know what to expect of my kid anymore. He just keeps doing whatever, and…it’s…(Laughs softly now.) I don’t know how my wife manages to keep him at bay. They’re together basically fifteen hours everyday, right after work, and she always manages to teach him how to do this and that without freaking out. Now I’M freaking out. That song sheet he’d ripped up had taken me hours to write, and I’ve only finished it right before I went to bed today. I don’t know if I’d still be able to salvage it. (Looks at the camera shyly and smirks.) But this is okay for the most part. Kids sometimes do this. (Laughs sheepishly at his excuse for Yeseung’s paper plane incident.) He’s probably doing payback because I called him a “hyper kid” yesterday.

Q: Will you still be able to write that song down because he ripped up that one? We know that you also have deadlines to meet.

JIHOON: (Nods confidently.) It’s a good thing that I always put files on backup. I never write without saving data, because accidents like this could happen. But still I have to tell Yeseung (Bites back a smile) not to mess with my work again. Even though my heart just bursts when I discipline him, I really have to do it so he learns that it’s not okay to rip up sheets and make paper planes out of them. (Nods again, as if still not quite believing what happened.) Paper planes. Wow. I didn’t teach him that, but he sure knows how to make one.

NARRATOR: *We are now entering the Lee playroom, where Jihoon-appa is going to talk to little Yeseung! What will happen here? Let’s find out!*

7:00 A.M.

A very repentant little Yeseung was escorted inside the playroom. His eyes, very much like his dad's, were now looking pleadingly at his father, who was having a very hard time keeping a stern face with his son. Because he felt like bailing out on this “scolding session”, as he liked to dub it, Jihoon avoided his son’s eyes, and the cute pleas that followed as he set two little chairs facing each other.

“Appa,” Yeseung called out to him, his baby voice quivering along with his lip as he spoke. “I’m really, really sorry for making a mess. Appa. Appa.”

“I know you’re sorry,” Jihoon answered, leaning down to pick Yeseung up and to set him on one chair. Then he tried to look inconspicuous and stern as he sat down on the other one, trying not to mind the cameras and the cameramen who were watching the scene with smiles on their faces. “But we still have to talk about what happened. Now, Lee Yeseung, what did you do? Why is Appa upset?”

There was silence for a while. Jihoon wondered for a few seconds if his kid even knew what was wrong about what he did.

Then, just as he was about to give up, Yeseung, whose eyes were by this time zooming in on his train set, was scratching his head. “Um…because I made a mess?” He whispered, his lisp making the question comical. He looked at his dad questioningly.

Jihoon, looking at Yeseung, found the expression so similar to yours whenever you would look up to him to ask a question. The similarity of the expression struck him that he couldn’t help but become benevolent towards this cute little tyke. “Exactly. What kind of mess?”

“I knew it.” Suddenly, Yeseung sniffled. His bottom lip was trembling, and Jihoon was panicking again. He was NOT allowed to cry. He had ripped up his dad’s song sheets, a vital part of his dad’s source of income! Jihoon was aghast as the little boy sobbed uncontrollably. “Did I make too many paper airplanes, Appa?” He began crying uncontrollably now. “I…I thought you would like them. Th-that w-w-was wh-why I…I made them.” Yeseung hiccupped between words, his tears streaming down his red cheeks, his eyes squeezed shut.

This kid is MISSING THE POINT! Who cares if he makes a thousand of those? I wouldn’t care. I’d love it even. But the material he used to make them…Jihoon took a deep breath. “Don’t cry, Lee Yeseung,” Jihoon warned, an edge to his voice, like he had heard you do whenever you would scold Yeseung. “You messed up Appa’s office. What did Eomma and Appa tell you about messing up Appa’s office?”

“You…” Yeseung looked at him with eyes that mirrored hurt. “You…” Hiccup. “Don’t…” Hiccup. “Like…” Hiccup. “My…” Hiccup. “PAPER PLANES!!!”

“No! I like them!”

At that point. Yeseung bawled like the baby he was. “I’m…” Hiccup. “Sorry!!!” He cried again.

“It’s true. I like them!”

You were supposed to be scolding him, Lee Jihoon, Jihoon could hear you chiding, NOT giving in the minute he cries like this.

Of course, Jihoon knew that. But he just sat there, speechless for a few seconds before coming down on his knees and consoling his baby. He really couldn’t be upset with this one for long, hard as he might try! “Hey, I liked your paper planes,” he whispered gently, rubbing his boy’s back and scooping him up into his arms, walking to and from one side of the room to the other. “You did great! I liked them.”

Yeseung looked up from Jihoon’s now-wet shirt where he had burrowed his face in to study his appa’s face. “Really? You…” Hiccup. “Really…” Hiccup. “Liked it…FOR REAL?”

Jihoon nodded, relieved to see that Yeseung had stopped sobbing his hurt little heart out. “I did. But what I didn’t like about them was that you made them out of my music sheets. What did Eomma and I tell you about that?”

“I…” he sniffled. “I wasn’t supposed to tear it up like I did.”

“But you did. Now, are you going to do that again?”

Yeseung, bless his heart, wiped his tears and shook his head. His eyes, now hopefully alight again, were looking at his father. “Not ever again.”

“You promise?” Jihoon looked at his little boy with a twinkle in his eye.

“I promise,” Yeseung solemnly replied.

“That’s my boy!” Jihoon kissed him on the cheek. “How about I get the ‘I Love You’ kiss to be sure that we’re friends again?”

Yeseung’s face lit up just like that. Using his hands wetted by tears, he held his father’s face on both and kissed Jihoon on the nose to start. He began to chant this unique family ritual in his irresistibly endearing, sing-song voice. “Appa, appa, I love you!” Left cheek kiss. “I love you!” Right cheek kiss. “I love you!” Nose kiss.

Jihoon laughed and did the same. “Yeseung, Yeseung, I love you!” Left cheek kiss. “I love you!” Right cheek kiss. “I love you!” Nose kiss.

“There!” Yeseung looked at him cheekily and patted his face, as if consoling him, as if his dad were the one who did something wrong. “We’re friends again now!” Then he burrowed his face into his dad’s shirt and said something that sounded like, “I wuv youuuu”.

Jihoon just stayed like that, as if time became suspended for him. Never had he felt these unexplainable emotions inside him right now. And, as was characteristic of him, he couldn’t say a word. This feeling, with his baby boy tucked into him so snugly, was too precious for words.

Soft laughs could be heard from the cameramen, breaking his awed reverie. He smiled shyly at one camera, and exited the room, still carrying his early-morning troublemaker.

And so father and son became reconciled after the paper plane incident, happily playing around with each other and laughing, the way they always do whenever they are together.

INTERVIEW WITH LEE JIHOON, 30:

JIHOON: (Smiles shyly.) I’m really happy that I got to be a part of this show. Being part of an idol group is amazing, and the companionship and the effort each of us put to make SEVENTEEN survive the challenges and achieve milestones cannot be compared to anything…but it’s true that we sometimes miss out on family life. The tours, the training, the endless engagements and other things that work requires us to do, are often at the expense of our time with our personal and family lives. I’m really thankful for shows like this, where the line between career and personal lives could be blurred for a few enjoyable days to show people that we, too, have families, and we want to spend time with them as much as we could. (Shows a picture of Yeseung.) This was taken during Yeseung’s second birthday party. He had just gotten his front teeth then, and you could see that there (points at Yeseung’s grinning mouth in the picture.)…he’s cute, isn’t he? (Laughs shyly again.) But the reason why I was showing this is because I would like to tell you that this was one of the times when I wasn’t able to make it for an important family event. It’s a good thing that my wife understands enough, loving enough, and patient enough to go on and do things even when I am not there. She has never resented me for having less time with them as I’d like. (Smiles briefly.) But here I am, and I promise myself that I will enjoy these moments with my baby.

9:00 A.M.

NARRATOR: *Little artist Yeseung is going to daycare today. Will he enjoy his day with friends today? Let’s find out!*

“THAT’S NOT A STAR!!!”

Yeseung’s eyes started to water with tears as he looked at Eunha, his girl crush since forever, glaring at him with her tiny arms crossed around her chest.

The daycare toddlers had been told by their teacher to draw shapes with different kinds of crayons and pencils, all neatly laid out on the tables. The kids, sitting patiently on their chairs and putting their creative minds to work, were seated three by three on each table. But the cameras were zoomed in on Lee Yeseung and Jeon Eunha’s table. They were supposed to have another classmate on their table, but a friend of theirs wasn’t able to come to daycare today. Cameramen smiled as they panned swiftly to Lee Yeseung, whose lower lip had started to tremble, a sure sign that he was about to cry. Again.

Beautiful Jeon Eunha, Jeon Wonwoo’s bright little baby girl, dressed in a white dress and baby blue cardigan, would not stop telling Yeseung that he had made an unusual drawing of a star. Therefore, it could not be a star.

A cameraman zoomed in on the artwork in question, and he had to agree. The huge yellow-and-orange blob in the middle of Lee Yeseung’s paper did not look like a star at first glance.

But how could we say that to such a cute little boy who looked even cuter in his navy trousers, cream-colored sweater and round-rimmed glasses? How?

“B-but it is a star,” he sobbed as he pointed at his artwork with a yellow crayon. “See? It--it even looks like it’s burning bright!”

“It’s not a star, Lee Yeseung,” Eunha insisted, her beautiful chin arched up imperiously. “Stars do not look like that!”

Yeseung cried. “Don’t fight with each other, Yeseung and Eunha,” Yoon Jae Eun wisely shouted from the other table where she was also drawing shapes with the Choi twins. “Don’t cry anymore, Lee Yeseung!”

Eunha saw that she had made Yeseung cry, and she stopped crossing her arms and sat down next to him. Embarrassed because he could not stop crying, she awkwardly patted his shoulder.

“Don’t cry,” she softly consoled, “don’t cry.”

“No I don’t wanna cry,” Choi Seungjae sang from the other table. Soft laughter emanated from the cameremen’s different perches. Seriously, Choi Seungjae?

NARRATOR: *Aww, the argument between Lee Yeseung and Jeon Eunha is now ending with a warm gesture from Eunha! How cute these two are!*

“I’m sorry for making you cry,” Eunha whispered, her braids swishing as she leaned close to Yeseung. Her pretty, almond-shaped eyes, which shone fiercely a few moments ago, now looked kind. And Yeseung, seeing that his friend was being nice to him again, gave Eunha a wobbly smile.

“I can show you how to make a better star. May I?”

Yeseung nods, his eyes filled with unashamed wonder again at Eunha.

Watching from a floor-to-ceiling window facing the tables, Jihoon and Wonwoo stood watching their kids.

Lee Jihoon groaned and put his hand to his face. “Wow.”

Wonwoo looked over at Jihoon and grinned. “I told you: let’s match them up.”

“Stop that! They’re so young!” But Jihoon laughed and pressed a hand to the windowpane, his watchful eyes never leaving his son, who was now coloring with Eunha. “You’re right, though. My Yeseung likes Eunha very much.”

Wonwoo nodded wisely, very much like his daughter. “I guess he liked her from the very moment he met Eunha.”

INTERVIEW WITH LEE JIHOON, 30:

JIHOON: (Rubs his chin thoughtfully.) When Yeseung was about two years old, my wife and I noticed that he was having a hard time trying to speak. I thought we were just both paranoid parents since he was our first baby, but when we relayed our concerns to our family doctor, he immediately referred us to a speech-language pathologist, who confirmed our fears. This pathologist told us that Yeseung had the beginning stages of a “speech sound disorder”. Yeseung checks the box on the symptoms that this disorder is known widely for: not using consonants when babbling, using mainly vowels or resorting to gestures to communicate even at age 2...we were really--how do I put this--distraught, that our little boy could have that kind of speech impediment. But the doctor told us not to worry, and said that because we found out about Yeseung’s speech disorder earlier, we could treat it with a higher chance of success.

(Short pause as Jihoon takes a drink.)

JIHOON: We took him to a lot of individual therapy sessions for the first few months, but there were no changes. We took less hours from work as much as we could to spend more time with him. Yeseung was a bright kid. He knew that there was something wrong and I could see that he wanted to help us make him better, but he could only do so much.

(Looks lost in thought for a while.)

JIHOON: I remember thinking during that time, “My baby boy is about to attend daycare and then preschool--if we don’t have success in therapeutic treatment, he may have a hard time at school.” (Looks at his hands.) I remember nights when I would carry him in my arms at night, rock him to sleep, and then go to my wife, who would be crying silently. I would hold her close, too. Where words sound empty, gestures fill. (Smiles sadly.) It was a very hard time for her because the both of us had demanding jobs, and there are particularly hard days at work, which adds to the pressure of making sure that our child gets the love, care and attention that he needs. Sometimes, as a parent, you feel so inadequate because even though you love your child with all of your being, it’s...it’s not enough. And you have to learn to accept that you aren’t enough, and that you have to learn harder to wait. I learned that as we helped Yeseung overcome his speech sound disorder.

JIHOON: (Pauses for a while, then suddenly smiles.) Things took a turn for the better when Wonwoo and his family visited on a Monday. My wife was at work and I was the one with Yeseung then, because it was my day off. Wonwoo brought Eunha to Yeseung, and I could still remember Yeseung’s face (Gestures wildly with his hands, eyes smiling.), all bright and cheerful and all smiles--he only had his four front teeth, then! I remember that they played together a lot, and Wonwoo and I talked all afternoon about...dad stuff. (Laughs lightly.) Who knew, right? Who knew that we’d get to this point. We got married at about the same time, we had kids that are separated only by months--it was an amazing conversation that I still recall fondly.

(The cameraman nods agreement at Jihoon’s comments about how fast time flies. Jihoon gives him a high-five.)

JIHOON: But what amazed me was when we ended the day and I was carrying Yeseung, as we waved goodbye to our visitors, Yeseung shouted out, “Jeon Eunha, bye-bye!” (Looks at the camera, smiling incredulously.) If anyone could have seen my face when he said those three words. He said it clearly, without any sign of the impediment he was being treated with. I tried to make him say it again, but he looked up at me and I knew that I had to wait a little longer for him to speak clearly on his own. I didn’t have to wait longer. During dinner later that night, my wife and I were surprised. He suddenly said, “Jeon Eunha. I like Jeon Eunha.”

(Wonderment from the background of the interview. Jihoon nods, smiling and then shakes his head in disbelief.)

JIHOON: (Looks at the camera again, smirking his FAMOUS SMIRK.) To everyone who is watching, yes, it’s true. Yeseung’s first clear sentence wasn’t about his parents. (Shakes his head again.) It was about how he liked Jeon Eunha.

12:00 P.M.

“LEE YESEUNG!!!”

Jihoon’s piercing cry of alarm could be heard all around the whole daycare center. Cameras panned at him quickly, standing, distraught and in shock, as he watched his toddler tumble down the supposedly safe slide at the playroom, head first.

As fast as his feet could carry him, Jihoon was beside his son at once. He cradled Yeseung’s head on his lap and he checked for bumps. His heart raced inside so fast he felt like he was about to faint. He recorded today in his mind: Lee Yeseung’s first slide accident. He wanted no more accidents in the future.

“Why did you slide down like that?” he chided worriedly. He kissed Yeseung’s head over and over again and hugged his boy close to him. “You’re not allowed to slide that way again, are we clear?” When he did not get a response from the little tyke, he repeated, more firmly, “Are we clear, Lee Yeseung?”

“Hehehe.”

The gurgling giggles that only four-year-old toddlers can produce vibrated in Lee Jihoon’s chest. Surprised, he looked down at Yeseung in his arms.

Lee Yeseung wasn’t crying.

Lee Yeseung was laughing.

As in bursting to the seams with laughter.

“Lee Yeseung, I didn’t hear you reply to me. Are we clear?” Jihoon intentionally made his voice sound sterner than usual. “Are. We. Clear? Or do I have to make you face the wall like your Eomma does?”

The little lip trembled again. Jihoon thought Yeseung was about to have another crying session, but something different happened.

The trembling lip was a moment’s hesitation, in a toddler’s language.

Yeseung reached up, cupped his father’s face in his small hands, and kissed him on the cheek.

“Lee Ye--”

--another kiss on the cheek. Followed by a giggle.

“You look funny when you’re mad, Appa,” Yeseung giggled again. “Funny, funny, funny!”

“Lee Yeseung,” Lee Jihoon groaned. Again, he received a kiss on the cheek.

“Don’t be mad at Yeseung anymore!”

“LEE YESEEEUNNGGGG!!!”

With that, Lee Yeseung bounded away, towards the direction where Choi Seungjae’s voice came from. His playmates were calling again.

And Lee Jihoon--while charmed and red-faced by his son’s “kiss-on-the-cheek diplomacy”--still watched worriedly. He had felt a huge bump that he knew would soon grow into a humongous one later. He knew that you would be furious the moment you see that bump on Yeseung’s forehead.

Sighing and completely resigned to his fate as a worried dad and soon-to-be-interrogated husband, he watched as Yeseung played tag with his hyper friends.

Oops. He had to remove that word from his vocabulary. He mentally slapped his head. Yeseung doesn’t like being called hyper. Yeseung won’t like it if Jihoon described his friends as hyper, too, he knew.

“I love my son,” he repeated over and over. “I love my son. I love my wife. This will be a great day.”

And of course it will be!

8:00 P.M.

NARRATOR: *We are back at the Lee Residence! Looks like little Lee Yeseung is telling his mom about his day while they are playing with his Legos. Let’s look at what they are doing!*

It was a rule in your house that Lee Yeseung will only be allowed to play with his iPad for a certain amount of hours, and with parental supervision. Nights were reserved for non-gadget games and quality time as a family.

Which is why, after dinner, cameras slowly zoomed in on Yeseung’s bedroom, where you, Jihoon and Yeseung were all sprawled on the padded floor, helping the little one play with his Lego blocks. You, of course, had your face blurred on the cameras for privacy purposes. On his small bed, tidily decorated and loud with Toy Story designs (Woody was Yeseung’s favorite cartoon character), were Yeseung’s pajamas and socks, folded neatly and waiting to be worn by their owner when bedtime approached.

You helped Lee Yeseung build a ship with his Lego blocks, and Lee Jihoon sat on one side, pen and paper in hand. He had been trying to salvage what he could still remember about his latest work, which had been torn apart and made into paper planes, now hanging on the ceiling above. Yeseung had insisted, and you had overruled Jihoon’s protestations. Jihoon had given in and helped you and Yeseung hang the paper planes onto the ceiling with different colored strings.

“Eunha and I had a fight,” Yeseung dutifully reported to you as he skilfully attached a Lego to complete the hull of the ship.

“Aww. Now that’s a story I haven’t heard about.” you said consolingly at your son before turning to Jihoon, whispering fiercely, “Was this before or after our baby got a bump on his head?”

Jihoon stopped writing. “Ouch. That hurts. I was watching him all the time when he slid the wrong way, love!”

You made faces at Jihoon and turned back to Yeseung. The ship was almost completed. “Why did you have a fight?”

“She told me that my star did not look like a star.” Yeseung’s face twisted again when he mentioned what happened, but he did not cry. “But it was a star, Eommai! I even made it burn brightly.”

You were taken by surprise at the reason for the fight and decided to be gentle. “Well...we learned about what stars look like, right? Remember? You and Eomma made stars together?”

Yeseung nodded and looked up at you with sad eyes. “I remember.”

“So…” you purse your lips. “What did your star look like?”

Yeseung immediately got up and skipped to his small drawing table, where he picked up a piece of paper. “Here, Eomma! And I promise you, it’s really a star!”

You looked at the blob of yellow on the paper and could not speak for a moment. Ah. Maybe they were learning about shapes earlier, and to everyone in the classroom, this did not look like a star shape. But you knew how Yeseung was thinking. You glanced at your son appreciatively, smiling at him.

“It is a star,” you confirmed, and Yeseung beamed at you.

By nine o’clock, after tucking Yeseung in to sleep, cameras were still trained on you and Jihoon, sitting next to your toddler’s bed.

Jihoon cleared his throat. “So...is it really a star?”

You looked at Jihoon quickly and laughed softly. Then you reached for Yeseung’s iPad on the bedside table where you were leaning.

“See for yourself.”

You opened the iPad and showed Jihoon a recent video that Yeseung had just watched. It was about the solar system and the stars.

No stars shown on the video looked five-pointed. All stars shown were balls of fire, burning brightly.

“Eunha was right when she showed Yeseung how to draw the star shape that we use in art,” you said softly, closing the iPad, “but Yeseung was thinking differently. He was picturing a real star. He knew what they really looked like and he wanted to draw it well.”

“Hence the blob.” Jihoon was holding Yeseung’s artwork. “He’s a genius.

You laughed again. “Yes. Hence the blob of burning yellow.”

You both laughed, and watched Yeseung’s deep breaths. Then you turned off the lamp. “Let’s go. He’s asleep.”

“Remind me to get padlocks for my office.”

You laughed again.

Cameras panned away from Yeseung’s room as you and Jihoon retreated to your bedroom. But, faintly, just before the scene was completed, Jihoon was heard speaking in low tones.

“Remember those thirty nights we spent together, love?”

“Shhhh! Lee Jihoon!”

Mercifully, the scene had already been completed. Lee Jihoon’s teasing laugh and your noises of protest went unrecorded and your bedroom door closed.

So there ended another night at the Lee residence.

3:04 A.M.

Or so we thought.

The soft patter of footsteps and a little figure in pajamas could be heard quietly sneaking into a forbidden part of the house.

Click.

“Let’s make boats for Eomma,” a voice sang in the dark.

An automatic light came on in the forbidden room, followed by the sound of paper being ripped. Rip, rip, rip. And singing! But you and Jihoon did not hear all the commotion happening. The cameras, though, recorded the sneaky action.

You better hope that ripping sound is not coming out of your books…

…because Lee Yeseung is about to make you a lot of boats.

EPISODES | Ep. 1 | Ep. 2 | after-party | Ep. 3 | only us | Ep. 4 | afterglow

- Admin Leanne

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luvidzy · 3 years

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☆ genre: fluff

☆ pairing: lee jihoon x reader

☆ summary: your boyfriend, jihoon, goes missing from the christmas chaos

☆ word count: 724

To say that things were hectic on the day before Christmas was an understatement. You had spent all day practically corralling the members of Seventeen, wrapping gifts, and making sure nobody died. Cheol was right beside you, trying to be responsible, but it was hard to look after 12 kids and not miss a few things.

That is why neither of you noticed immediately when Jihoon slipped out of the chaotic practice room where everyone was gathered and to his studio. It wasn’t until you were looking for him to ask for a quick hug that you released your boyfriend was nowhere to be found.

You searched the room for a minute, but it’s not like there were many places to hide in the mostly empty room. After making sure that you hadn’t just missed him amidst the chaos of the room, you figured that he had slipped out for some peace and quiet, not that you could blame him. So you gave Cheol a heads up that you were stepping out, before exiting the room to go find your boyfriend.

He wasn’t at the cafe the building had, and after a bit more searching you realized he was probably in his studio. So you made your way to the room that you knew too well, knocking lightly on the door as you entered.

Jihoon didn’t hear you, his headphones on as he hummed along to whatever was playing in his headphones. You closed the door gently behind him and were about to approach him when he started singing.

You’d heard him sing plenty of times, but for some reason hearing him sing White Christmas, no stress or worries, just him, made your heart melt. He was singing in the same way he did when he would sing you to bed after a long day, or how he would sing when it was just the two of you and you asked him to sing something.

You watched with a warm smile growing on your face as the song picked up, and you leaned against the wall, admiring the way your boyfriend sang so perfectly, like an angel. There was never a moment that you were sick of his voice or where his voice didn’t have you questioning how you got so lucky to have him in your life.

When he finished, pausing as he waited for the next song to start, you moved forward and leaned over the back of the chair. Jihoon tensed slightly as your hands rested on his shoulders, but he relaxed as you wrapped them loosely around his neck, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“I didn’t know you were here,” he said, softly. You knew him well enough to know he was a little flustered that you had heard him sing without his knowledge, but you couldn’t help but giggle as your arms fell back to your side when Jihoon spun around in his chair.

You sat on the chair that was by his desk, one that he had put there for days when you wanted to hang out with him at the studio. You were smiling warmly at him and Jihoon was returning the same expression.

“Sorry. You just sounded so beautiful, I didn’t want to interrupt you,” you explained, causing Jihoon to roll his eyes playfully as he bent forward and pressed a soft kiss to your nose. He was never one for affection, but for some reason with you he didn’t mind.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed the performance,” he teased, causing you to laugh. With a smile, he turned back to his computer, continuing whatever he was working on. You were about to pout at him, to ask him to pay attention to you, when he started singing again to whatever song was playing in his headphones. You quickly shut your mouth, leaning back in your chair and closing your eyes.

You listened to him sing until you fell asleep, curled up in the chair, the stress and craziness of the day finally carrying you off to sleep. Jihoon looked over, smiling gently at the peaceful look on your face. He checked the time, noticing it was now 12:07 am. Leaning over and gently pressing a kiss to your forehead, making sure not to wake you, he smiled.

“Merry Christmas, baby.”

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 4 years

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We’re Singing Deck the Halls

Part Seven of the 13 Days of Seventeen Series

Summary:

You’re a struggling Musician and he’s a big-time producer. When he hears you playing on the street one cold December morning he gives you a chance to prove that you belong in his world- and not just with your music.

You had never been dissatisfied with your life.

Sure, you were living in a crappy apartment that you could barely afford rent on every month, and you didn’t really have any friends here in the city.

There were also the meals of dry ramen because you couldn’t bother to buy a simple pot to boil some water in.

You were sure you were malnourished, and probably a little depressed somewhere but on the other hand, you were taking life day by day like you always knew you should.

And while you weren’t exactly selling out Times Square, you did make quite the little splash on the street corner that you called your little stage.

Sure, it wasn’t much, but every day that you weren’t working part-time at various different fast food joints you were on your corner. The day determined the instrument, but you no matter what your accompanist ended up being, you were always there, playing a song you had written, giving live vocals and a frankly, kickass live performance.

Music was your passion, ever since you were a child you had been obsessed with writing music, so sick of your mom turning the channel on the radio because a song was inappropriate and aggressively tired of every single song you heard being about romance.

You wanted to write something that people could be inspired by, music that would remind people that they didn’t have to settle for something that was less then they had imagined for themselves all because it wasn’t likely that their dream would come true.

Of course, that hatred for romantic music had developed into something else- romantic music in itself could be meaningful too, even if you hadn’t realized it at such a young age- But even still you had kept a journal for as long as you could remember, always keeping track of the songs that you had always wanted to write.

Even when you gave up on your dream of being a pop star, it haunted you… Always popping up when you least expected it in the form of your old little pink song book. Geez, you didn’t even like pink that much.

Finally, just after graduation, just before you were going to go into the life that everyone had planned for you, you had come across your songbook. You had been swept away in a wave of nostalgia, missing the old days, your old friends, your old creative mind… You had slid the small book out of it’s place and smiled as you looked at what you had outlined for yourself.

I don’t care what they have to say

I’m going to deal with life my own way

Won’t settle for anything less

I’m going to show everyone my best

You found yourself reading those dumb words again and again. Something you had written back in middle school became the reason that you withdrew from all of your college courses. You barely heard your mother as she insisted that you were making the wrong decision for yourself, you didn’t care as your father promised to disown you if you were really going to do this.

You changed the direction of your life and there was no going back.

Even if there was, you wouldn’t want to.

You pulled your guitar out of your guitar case and swung it over your head. You did a few experimental strums and then faced the crowded sidewalk of people rushing past you.

“They can’t quiet what won’t be stopped,” you sang, strumming the chords on your guitar. At first, you were a little nervous, unsure of how the city would perceive you. You weren’t playing for money after all, you didn’t want people to think that. You were playing to be heard. You wanted people to notice you in a way that you had never been noticed before.

“There’s no neutralizing a threat uncaught.”

But your worries seemed to be completely unwarranted. The more you played; the more people gathered around. Your worries disappeared as your fingers strummed against your humble six string. Soon it was easy enough to bounce around with each note that you played, your voice keeping stable as you danced about.

“If they think holding back is fine-”

Eventually, the longer you were in the city, the more stable your performance times became the more often that you saw similar faces. You had a handful of regulars who showed up on your corner just to see you perform, always claiming that watching you sing made their day.

“They have another thing coming… Chains on the walls, shackles on the floor. What’s even the point of fighting anymore?”

You didn’t often talk to all of them. There were a handful that came by every day. Sometimes you had time to talk to them, sometimes they were in a hurry to get to work or class or anything so they wouldn’t be able to talk to you.

But overall you had spoken to everyone that you saw. Made contact and knew the names of every one of your regulars.

Every one of them except for the dark-haired man who came to every single one of your little performances.

“Words inside your brain that are hard to ignore. ‘Head’s up in the clouds, what’s it all for?’ Locked up and hidden away. There’s got to be a key, there must be a way.”

He always stood near the back of the crowd, and he was a bit shorter than the people around him, so he wasn’t always the easiest to spot. In fact, it took you a little while to even realize that you had seen him multiple times before, bopping his head to your music with a timid smile on his lips and a Starbucks cup in his hand.

It made you smile to look at him somedays.

When the sun caught his image in just the perfect light and you wanted to put down your guitar or step away from your keyboard or hide your violin just so that you could dictate the image of such a golden man standing before you.

“Tired of suppression, sick of the shock. All you ever are anymore is mocked. Screw their bewilderness, who cares if they understand? You’ve got a dream, and that’s just as good as a plan.”

Six months in this mess of a city, and he was quickly one of the things that you looked forward to seeing every day. Never a hint of judgement in his eyes, just an inquisitive smile as he watched you react with the crowd.

You specifically remembered the day that you had gotten one of your regulars… Shelby to come join you. She knew your song by heart at this point after all, you were always watching her singing along with you. So, you had beckoned for her to come up and join you and when she hadn’t at first you had just danced over to her until she couldn’t help but join you.

She had laughed and laughed as the two of you spun in circles, singing your song at the top of your lungs whilst strumming at your strings. It had made even that stoic, composed man smile and laugh- something you had never seen or heard him do before.

“Because what are tears when they can’t make you cry? What is fear when you’ve refused to hide. What is it like to stop being suppressed when it seems all the rest are simply content with less?”

You swung your guitar back off of you, holding it out as you took a deep bow and the crowd before you cheered. Shelby whooped, throwing her arms over the man closest to her… Malchin, and cheered out your name. You laughed at her display, but mostly because it surprised Malchin to the extent that his nose wrinkled, and he had to press his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

They hadn’t known each other before you started performing here on the streets, but eventually they had gotten to know each other while watching you play. Shelby was loud and excited, and Malchin was more reserved. They made a funny pair.

“Great as always,” Shelby sang as you waved at the crowd as they dispersed. You laughed and patted Shelby on the head.

“Thanks, you know I always appreciate your support,” you stated pleasantly. You then turned your attention to Malchin and nudged Shelby lightly in the side. “Speaking of… Have you told him yet?”

Shelby was going to confess to Malchin. She had developed a crush on him these last few months, and while they had always attended school together, they had just floated in different crowds for so long that neither had really noticed the other. Now that the two walked to and from school together, Shelby had gotten to know him and she was totally smitten.

But… She hadn’t quite gotten the courage to confess to him yet.

“Well…”

You clicked your tongue.

“Come on Shelby, if you don’t confess you are definitely going to regret it!” You insisted pleasantly. You nudged her towards Malchin.

“Malchin!” You called, startling the boy to look up at you. You smiled brightly and pushed Shelby towards him. She stumbled a little, but Malchin was quick to reach out and steady her with a timid smile. “You guys better get to school you’ll be late!”

He nodded and gave you a small salute.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we get there on time. Come on Shelby!”

He was quick to take her wrist and pull her along. She laughed at his sudden burst of energy and waved back at you over her shoulder.

“See ya!”

You watched the pair of kids rushing away and the only thing that distracted you from their departing figures was a short gust of cold wind that swept up from the street. You shivered and pulled your thin coat tighter around you.

“It’s cold right?”

You startled at the voice… It wasn’t one that you were familiar with and that in itself was strange. You turned over your shoulder to find the owner of the voice and were surprised to find that it was your stranger. The one who you had never spoken to before, the one that occupied even your wildest dreams at night. You swallowed hard and forced a nervous smile.

“Yeah… But I like the cold,” you stated softly. “It’s chilly but, eye opening you know?”

The guy chuckled, his head falling innocently to the side was he watched you with careful eyes.

“Actually… I do,” he admitted, his voice just as soft as yours. “Sorry… I’m being rude. I’ve watched you perform for how long now and never introduced myself.”

You shook your hands wildly in the air.

“No, no! No reason to apologize. I appreciate seeing your face whether you say hi to me or not!”

He laughed again, you were starting to just love the sound of his laughter, but before you could embarrass yourself and say just that he began to rummage through his pockets. You fell into an inquisitive silence as he rummaged for something before finally pulling out a small white card.

“I’m Lee Jihoon. Of Pledis Entertainment?” He introduced. Your mouth dropped in surprise, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to reach forward and take the card. Suddenly, your body was shaking too much for that.

“You’re kidding.”

He didn’t respond, just silently held the card closer to you. You shook yourself back into the moment and nervously took the card, and just like he said, on the card it had his name, Pledis Entertainment, and a phone number written on it.

“Surely this isn’t the same Pledis that produces BUMZU and After School?” You asked in a hushed tone. The guy… Jihoon chuckled and nodded.

“And… Well, hopefully you too,” he stated. “I’ve been scouting you ever since the first time I heard you. Your voice is… Otherworldly, you’re undeniably talented, you should have been recruited into the musical industry ages ago.”

You could hardly believe what you were hearing.

Sure, you had dreamed of almost this exact thing a hundred times over, but actually having it happen? That was a whole other thing. Your guitar slipped from your grip, making you glad that you had a strap on it. You looked back down at the card and back at Jihoon.

“I want to get coffee with you sometime Y/n. Discuss the possibility of working with you in the future?”

You didn’t have to think about that question.

“Yes! Oh my god yes.”

Jihoon beamed.

“Great, maybe I can text you then? You have my number.”

You laughed.

“Of course! I mean I’ll have to get a phone first, but I can buy one with a credit card, right? So, I’ll just get a credit card, and then a phone and then I’ll text you for sure!” You blurted enthusiastically. Jihoon looked amused by your words, and he reached forward, carefully setting his hand on your shoulder.

“You really are something huh? How about I just meet you after your next performance?” He asked. “No need for a credit card, or a phone?”

Suddenly, the winter air didn’t seem so cold. Suddenly, you didn’t feel like this makeshift stage of yours was just your own. Suddenly, you weren’t alone in the world.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you said breathlessly.

His hand left your shoulder, and he nodded just a bit, giving you a stretched smile.

“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He turned his back to you and gave you a wave from over his shoulder.

He may have been gone in that moment, but you still felt like you could feel his hand on your shoulder. Still hear him speaking to you.

“You really are something, huh?”

You couldn’t get the words out of your head. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop imagining what he could possibly see in you. It meant that you couldn’t sleep that night.

It meant that you wrote a new song.

“You really are something, that’s what you said to me. You really are something, and suddenly I can’t breathe. Got you on my mind, every day and night. Am I really something? When did I become something?”

Today you were playing on your keyboard. It was fun, but not the best if you wanted to move around. So, when you played your more upbeat songs you tended to stick with your guitar. That way you could get closer to the people around you and promote a much more upbeat and vibrant environment.

Your new song was upbeat, but not as upbeat as some of the other songs you had. You decided its debut should be more serious. Less of a show, and more of showcase… If that made any sense at all.

“I’ve always felt like I could be more, but never knew that dreams really could come true. This corner became the pulpit I sold my soul on, the one my parents never let me see. When I stood up here, they stopped looking at me. But does that even matter when I know that your eyes are on me?”

Shelby and Malchin weren’t there today, but you weren’t really worried. They didn’t catch every one of your shows. They were busy kids. Busy and productive. You smiled at the thought of them as you brought your song to a close.

You worried, just a little bit about what Jihoon would think of your song.

You didn’t sing a lot of romances. Honestly, you have never had much of a reason to write them in the first place. You had never been in love with someone before. Sure, you were in love with music, and people, and the world, but never before had you been infatuated by someone, they way that you were with Jihoon in this moment.

It was probably just a sudden surge of emotions, after all, all your dreams were coming true right before your eyes. But either way, it was something different then you had ever felt before.

“New song,” Jihoon commented, wasting no time today to walk up to you. Your face flushed red.

“A little different then what I usually do,” you agreed. You shrugged. “I hope it was still good?”

“I wondered what you would sound like if you ever sang something romantic,” Jihoon commented. “It was really good.”

You began to pack up your keyboard, shyly brushing some hair out of your face.

“I guess all I really needed was a muse,” you murmured softly. Jihoon seemed to catch that as his smile grew just a little bit.

“Yeah, a muse does help,” he mumbled. You laughed and gathered your things in your arms.

“Let me just put my things away, I’ll be right back okay?”

He nodded and then before you knew it you two were sitting together in a small coffee shop. One you had never been in before. You honestly didn’t let yourself waste your money on silly things like this. Coffee and such. There was no need for you to after all. You slept on your own schedule. You always woke up early, and went to sleep late, and you never accidentally slept in too late or anything.

“So, y/n… A few questions to start out.”

The questions started off normal. Your age, your full name. He had to look at your ID and take in some notes about what you had done in the past. He raised an eyebrow when he found out you had never gone to University.

“Your grades were off the charts. You were more then qualified,” he stated softly. You shrugged.

“Grades never made me happy Jihoon. My family wanted me to be a doctor. They never would have paid for my education if I even dabbled in the arts. So, I followed my happiness,” you explained. He smiled.

“And your happiness brought you here?” He asked. You shrugged off-handedly.

“Yeah.”

“To me?” He asked. Once again, a smile spread across his lips, as if he was suggesting more then he should be. You kinda liked it when that expression found itself on his face. It made your heart skip a beat.

“I guess it did.”

As the day wore on, his questions started to get a bit more specific.

“So, we’re putting together a girl group,” he mumbled. “It might have a lot of girls, like 13, or it’ll just have 7 at the max. I want you to be the leader.”

You were surprised by his words for more than one reason.

“You want to put me in a girl group?” You asked. He nodded.

“Yeah, you’ll write their music and coordinate everyone,” he stated. “I’ll teach you about producing, and of course once everything is settled with your group and everything you can side produce your own things.”

“But to be in a girl group I have to be able to dance,” you murmured.

“Don’t worry about that, we have Hoshi. He’s one of the best choreographers in the country,” he assured you softly. Still you weren’t entirely convinced.

“But I can’t dance,” you insisted.

“Everyone can dance,” Jihoon replied. He suddenly reached across the table and took your hand, smiling warmly at you. “And your passion for music is unparalled. I have no doubt that you will be able to figure out dancing if it means a successful future career.”

You stared at him blankly and he smiled at you.

“So, what do you say?” He asked. His hand left yours, and suddenly you felt cold. You set your hands in your lap and pressed your lips together. “Will you join me?”

You opened your mouth but before you could say anything, he hummed and let his head fall to the side.

“Come on, isn’t this what you wanted? To take risks?” He asked you softly. You laughed and shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you agreed. “I’ll do it, I’m in.”

Jihoon smiled brightly and clapped his hands together.

“Alright! I know that you have a lot of part time jobs and stuff, so on your free time I want you to come in to Pledis and you can meet your group. You’ll be debuting on Christmas-”

“I’m learning to dance by Christmas?!” You asked incredulously. “What makes you think that you’ll be able to throw together a kpop group like this by Christmas? That’s less than a month.”

“You are all very talented girls,” Jihoon replied. “We’ve been scouting out all of you for ages. It just depends on if everyone says yes. You’ll be able to do it.”

He stood up, settling his things quietly. Then he smiled and placed a hand on your head. You looked up at him with wide eyes.

“I’m excited to see you y/n. We’re going to make you a star.”

We’re going to make you a star.

It’s like he knew exactly what to say to keep you perfectly on board. Every lucid part of you was screaming at you to think this through. Most kpop groups were comprised of people that had been training together for years but it seemed like Jihoon and this Pledis was just interested in throwing together a bunch of people with no experience and making them into something big.

It wouldn’t work, there was no way it would work.

You turned to your bag, slipping it out of one of the pockets. You made a note to send to all of your bosses.

I’m sorry for the late notice, but an opportunity has arisen for me to advance my career. I’m quitting.

It wouldn’t work unless you gave your everything to make sure that it did work.

“Y/n!” Jihoon exclaimed. You turned to face him, surprised that he had been able to find you so quickly in such a large building. Pledis looked like a dump from the outside, but on the inside it was a mess of people and rooms and a maze of instruments and mirrors and dance studios. You had been overwhelmed from the second that you walked in, but you hadn’t let it show too much.

You were a lot less overwhelmed when you saw Jihoon standing in front of you.

“Jihoon,” you breathed out in relief. He laughed and put a finger in the air.

“If you’re really in… You should know I don’t really go by Jihoon here. I’m not just a scout.”

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“You’re an artist?”

He nodded.

“Yeah, I’m surprised you didn’t recognize me. I mean you know Bumzu, but not Seventeen?” He said teasingly. Your confusion didn’t fade. You stared at him gob smacked.

“You’re in Seventeen?” You asked him. “There’s no way-”

“I’m Woozi,” he replied. Your jaw dropped.

“The Woozi who produces all of Seventeen’s music? I mean I listen to your songs, but I don’t ever watch your videos or anything. I never imagined-”

Jihoon interrupted you with a laugh, waving away your astonishment.

“Let’s save the fangirling for January. Seventeen is on a brief break, so until we get back together as a group, our mini project is your group.”

He waved his hand to a nearby practice room.

“Follow me.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. You followed Jihoon into the room where a few girls were standing. There were only five of them. All of them glanced up at you two when they saw you guys come in. They waved.

“Hi Woozi,” one of the girls said, flashing him a bright smile. “Is this..?”

“The girl I’ve been telling you about. Meet your leader, y/n.”

You swallowed your fear and bowed before the girls.

“Uh, hi?”

The more that you found out about this entire project the more ridiculous it seemed. You had always heard bad things about Pledis as a management company, but you hadn’t realized just how ridiculous it was until you started talking to Seungcheol- the leader of Seventeen- about how things were going to work.

Pretty much, Pledis had realized that they needed a new revolutionary female kpop group to hit the charts. While on paper that had been a great idea, they had dumped the project on Seventeen, figuring it would be a cool promotional thing if they were the ones to put the group together.

And apparently, they had also thought it would be a fun promotional thing if everyone in the group were complete unknowns to the kpop community. Girls that had never been scouted before or auditioned for companies or anything. Just people passionate about music, and singing, and dancing.

So, Seventeen had been assigned with the task of finding 13 girls to be the little sister group of them. Trained and mentored by them.

“Not all of them said yes,” Jihoon explained to you. “We were only able to get you six-”

“Take me to the others,” you mumbled, not even looking up from the paper you were using to take notes on. Someone in the room coughed, and you looked up, met with a stunned expression from Jihoon. You shrugged. “Take me to them. I’ll turn their no’s into yes’s. If you guys scouted them out, then I want them in my group. As crazy as this seems, I’m determined to help you guys make this work.”

In the past your life had been such a whirlwind of school papers, and work, and family that you had gotten so swept up in everything you forgot who you were.

Now, instead of that, your life became a whirlwind of fitting into who you had never realized that you could be. You immediately started to treat all twelve of the girls like your children. You made sure each and every one of them was asleep before you were, and you had to check in with Seungcheol every night before bed.

You got really close to Seungcheol over those three weeks. Even closer to Hoshi as you worked night after night to make yourself the best dancer that you could be. Even closer to Jihoon as he helped you write the song that would turn your group from unknowns to knowns.

“You’ll have to write their song.”

“Write a song for thirteen girls to sing in like less then a week,” you mumbled back, running your fingers through your hair. “Yeah, that’s super easy.”

Jihoon laughed and shrugged.

“Welcome to Pledis,” he stated. “We have strict impossible deadlines and too many members in our group to deal with.”

You laughed as well, only to stop when he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“But we always end up succeeding. So, don’t worry too much okay?”

Don’t worry too much okay?

Those words reverberated through your soul as you tried to figure out what you could possibly write for your debut song with the girls. It had to be upbeat, it had to be inspiring- after all Jihoon liked your music for what he had heard, and you didn’t really write romantic music, and it had to be good.

“You’ve never heard our name before. So, let us say hello. Guess we’re here to change your world. Guess you wouldn’t know. We’ve spent our whole lives, oh yeah. Settling for the worst. Ain’t going to settle know. Oh no, I want you to hear my voice,” you sang softly. “And then, the tempo will change, getting more upbeat, probably jump an octave for the chorus- Cause we are girls who are on fire, girls who won’t stop, girls who are ready to fly to the top. You thought you were ready but you didn’t know, that we are girls, yeah girls who are unstoppable.”

You swept the hair out of your face and smiled at him.

“Soonyoung and I are already trying to figure out the dance break for it. I’ve come a long way recently,” you said softly. “I mean, Soonyoung has to fine tune a lot of what I suggest, but I’m helping choreograph!”

Jihoon beamed at you as well, his eyes shining with joy.

“It’s nice to see you fitting in so well here,” he murmured. “I mean, I never thought that you didn’t do people very well, but I never realized you could socially interact so well.”

You smiled and shrugged.

“I guess you just don’t know me very well,” you stated coolly. He rolled his eyes and nudged your shoulder with his.

“Show me what else you’ve got there Elvis.”

You were surprised by how easy it was for you to fall into a pattern with Jihoon. There was something about being with him that was just so comforting. You woke up in the mornings and if you didn’t see Jihoon first thing, you were there early on to hand him a bagel while he handed you a cup of coffee.

You had never been found of it before, as aforementioned you saw it as a luxury that was unnecessary in your life, and honestly you had found it’s aroma to be completely and utterly misleading. It smelled so good, and it tasted like poison on your taste buds.

Yet, whenever you were with Jihoon, and he handed you that small paper cup and took a sip of his own drink, telling you what your schedule was going to look like for the day, you found that the taste took on a whole other meaning with you.

You craved it like you craved having a guitar in your hands. You imagined the taste of those dark roasted beans on your tongue the way that you got distracted by Jihoon when he pursed his lips in thought, leaning back in his computer chair as he considered something you had suggested. You imagined the warm fluid running through your body the same way that you had to take a deep breath when Jihoon walked into the dance room while you and your group were practicing your dance again and again.

It was distracting, and unnecessary, but it was something that you now loved having in your life.

You thought maybe you were wrong but Jihoon was kind of like that in your life. He was distracting from reality. After all, even as things fell into place. Even as people started to fall for your pre-debut activities. Even as you began to get fans, and you saw the text on your phone from your father that wished you luck on your debut- you still felt like this entire project was a huge distraction from the cold world that you were sure you would soon be returning to.

And it was an unnecessary distraction too. You had quit everything for all of this. For this boy that you spent nights and nights with hiding away in a studio like it meant you were being paid. For this group that you were now ready to risk your life for that you loved so much.

You had never been so unafraid of this. Of risking everything for so little.

Part of you felt like nothing would ever come of any of this.

And yet when you looked up at dinner, sandwiched between one tall idol who never ceased to sing Broadway musicals at the top of his lungs, and a shorter idol who seemed to find it a challenge to be the loudest person at the table, and your eyes fell on soft observant eyes. A quiet observant boy who seemed so out of place, and yet paid attention to every small thing that happened around him.

You loved to watch his reactions, as large or small as they might be. And you especially liked it when he would look up at you, embarrassed that you had caught him laughing, a small red flush spread across his cheeks as he raised his shoulders in a shrug as if to say What can we do?

What could we do wasn’t really the question.

It was what you two couldn’t do.

By the end of your training period, which couldn’t have been longer then three weeks, you were all performing at your best. Your facial expressions were perfect, stage presence undeniable, and you even had a dance solo, which you hadn’t messed up since the first time you got it right twenty rehearsals ago.

A few of the girls were worried, but as you forced them into an obligatory countdown, sending them all off to your very first stage of a surely long promotional period. You weren’t.

You couldn’t believe it.

You weren’t scared.

You waited behind a bit, making sure that all the stylists were on their way to the venue, all the fan meet arrangements were set, the social media was all updated before you backed off a bit, allowing Jihoon’s gentle touch to let you relax.

“Come on. They can’t debut without you.”

You walked outside, immediately distracted by the sky around you.

It was a pretty day, bright blue with scattered white fluffy clouds floating through the sky. You couldn’t help the way that your eyes drifted towards the sun that illuminated one particularly large and bright cloud in the sky.

Despite the radiance of the sun, the landscape itself was covered in white snow. The worst of the snowstorm had passed already, but the sky apparently hadn’t gotten the message that the snow should have stopped.

It wasn’t obvious if you were in a hurry like Jihoon seemed to be, but despite how rushed you knew you should feel, you couldn’t bring yourself back to attention when a small fluffy white snowflake fluttered through the air in front of your face.

You couldn’t help the smile that stretched your lips and you held your hand out, palm facing the sky. You couldn’t catch the snowflakes of course. They were too fluffy and carefree and most importantly free for that. You were so lost in the drifting flakes that you didn’t notice when Jihoon stopped walking to look at you.

If you had noticed, then you might have caught on to how important that moment was for you two in your relationship. A simple moment like this normally would have meant nothing to everyone that you had known in the past. After all, it was just you being fascinated by something that most people didn’t care for.

Snow was nuisance for so many people in so many ways, but you just couldn’t get enough of it.

So that simple act of you stopping and looking at the snow, totally entranced at just how magical it looked poised in the sky in little completely harmless flurries, was enough to make Jihoon think about his relationship with you.

He thought about how you looked at the flakes. How he was pretty sure that you could stare at the falling snow as it reflected the sunlight for years if Jihoon were to let you. You had seemed mildly chilly when you had all walked out the doors of Pledis, but he noted that now the temperature wasn’t really a bother to you.

You were always a little jumpy. No matter what you were doing, no matter where you were, a part of you was always… Bouncing. You were like a little ball of energy that simply couldn’t bear to be stifled- not that Jihoon really wanted to. You were rarely calm around anyone, even in your sleep, you would twist and turn and fall off the couch that whichever one of your members had convinced you to nap on.

The only times that Jihoon had ever seen you calm were brief moments in the recording studio when your body was flush against his, your fingers brushing as you two fiddled with the keys on the keyboard and… Well, right now.

Jihoon could only sit there and think about the times that he had been entranced the way that you were getting right now. Such pure bliss just from a simple weather pattern occurrence. He thought maybe he had only ever looked like that when he was in the studio on his own right after managing to write the perfect song. And of course, he probably looked like that whenever he saw you, playing out in the streets.

If you had been paying attention, you may have noticed the thoughts that were running through Jihoon’s head. You may have realized that he was coming close to a realization that you hadn’t even really considered him coming to before. Then you might have held your tongue when you said your next few words. You would have realized exactly what Jihoon was about to think.

He wondered, Why is it that I look at her that way?

And you said, “I am so in love with the snow.”

It was then, and only then that you looked across the sidewalk at the boy who stood in front of you. He had always given you such a cold feeling. Never that he was cold towards you… More like he had ill-intent towards the world around him for all the ways that it had treated him and the people around him in the past. You knew that he worked long hard winter nights until the night shone, and most days when the morning sun shone, he would return to the depths of his warm home.

But when he smiled at you like this, that smile that reminded you of the winter sun, and you remembered that his winter personality was only for show.

He was kind of free like the snow. So carefree and sure of his place in the world. You really loved that about him.

You kind of loved… Everything about him.

Your hands fell loosely to your side, and Jihoon took a step towards you. At first, his steps were slow. You hadn’t realized how far away he was until he started taking those small but deliberate steps towards you. You hadn’t realized that you kind of hated being that far from him until you realized that it meant you had to wait a while to be close enough to him to hold his hand again.

Even so, each step he took became more and more rapid as he approached you, each step closing the distance like it meant the world for you two that you were no longer far apart.

It was odd, honestly, because you knew what it meant- him approaching you at such a pace, the sun beaming down on you two with soft rays while snow drifted around your head. You knew that something between you two was about to change- yet fall into place. It was just that at the same time you had no Earthly idea what was going to happen.

He closed the distance between you two, and before you knew it his chest was against yours, his fingers slipping into your tight grasp. He hesitated, his breath mingling with yours. He was so warm… Being this close to him normally would have been a little odd.

But in this circumstance, you really didn’t mind. This was everything you hadn’t realized you had wanted and hoped for.

“I am so in love with you,” Jihoon mumbled. You didn’t even have the chance to reply- not that you really could find the words if you wanted to. He pressed his lips to you, swallowing all of the words that you wanted and couldn’t say because he knew you couldn’t say it too.

You felt so desperate for his affection. You felt like you had been suffocated of air, and of him and of everything and suddenly it was all surging through your body. You grasped at his hand, deepening the kiss the best you could, but even as you did, he pulled back, raising one of his hands to your cheeks so that he could hold you tight. You leaned into his touch, allowing yourself to peer pathetically up at him.

“I need you to say it too,” he stated. “I love you, I love you so much.”

You smiled, raising your intertwined hands to your own chest, pressing them over your heart.

“Jesus, Jihoon I love you more than words can say.”

He went to kiss you again, so quickly that you didn’t even think he could have possibly finished processing the words that left your mouth beforehand, but you pulled away from him this time.

“Jihoon, it’s Christmas.”

Your eyes twinkled at the prospects that were laid out before the two of you. Most of the time you felt like people wouldn’t understand your enthusiasm. Just another day out of the year, just another excuse to spend time with people that most of the time people didn’t want to be around.

But this Christmas was different.

For so many reasons it was about to be the most magical Christmas of your life.

He leaned in once again to kiss you, but this time it was brief. His lips barely brushed yours, and when he pulled back all you were aware of was his leaving warmth. You felt cold air swirling between your bodies as he pulled away, his lips leaving yours, his hand falling back to his side, until the only thing that was connecting you two was your two palms, entangled in one another.

There his grip was strong. There you two remained firm.

“It’s Christmas,” he agreed. He jerked his head ever so slightly back in the direction that you two were headed. “We should get going again.”

This time, you weren’t distracted by the snow as it fell, its flakes landing in his hair like a little crown on his angelic head. Instead, you were distracted by the boy right in front of you.

The boy that you had risked everything for before you even knew it.

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etherealyoungk · 2 years

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hi!! can i pls request an imagine with jihoon where op asks him to teach them how to kiss cause theyre going out with someone else but end up falling for jihoon after a couple days learning? something like that or even jihoon asking the same to op, its up to you ! 🥰

omg anon, this is such a sweet concept <3

you and jihoon were close friends - from high school to college and jihoon secretly had feelings for you but never told you, afraid to ruin the years of friendship between you both so he just kept it to himself. he did try to tell you subtly that he liked you but you never got the hint (oops)

"hey, jihoon, can you maybe, i don't know, help me with something", you ask nervously, not meeting his eye. "sure what you do need help with? your homework? i have notes-", "NOO", you say a bit too loudly, cutting him off and now he's getting worried. "what's up? you okay?" he asks, sitting up on the couch. he reaches for his drink and takes a sip. "i want you to teach me how to kiss", you say, speaking fast and jihoon literally chokes on his drink, eyes wide.

"excuse me??? y/n?? you're joking...RIGHT??", he asks frantically. and when you just deadpan say no and tell him you're serious, he's starting to get nervous. so you explain to him about how you have a blind date tomorrow and you're pretty sure he's gonna kiss you, but don't really know how to kiss, so you want him to teach you.

"are you sure? he's gonna kiss you on the first date?", he asks, trying to hide the jealousy in his voice. "uh yeah he might and i don't want to embarrass myself so please", you plead.

"are you sure?", he asks carefully. "yeah, why wouldn't i be sure? it's you", you say with a nervous smile. "fine...i'll show you how to kiss", he says, finally agreeing. "can't believe i'm doing this", he mumbles to himself.

"first calm down okay? and take a few breaths", he says, scooting closer to you on the couch and holding your hands gently, looking at your eyes. but somehow with him in such close proximity, you can't seem to calm down. he notices and rubs a gentle thumb over your cheek. "hey, it's okay to be nervous, it's normal", he reassures you with a small smile.

he gently cups your cheek and leans in, ever so slowly and your eyes flutter close before you feel his lips on yours. he presses his lips gently onto yours and kisses you, pulling away ever so slightly to see your reaction before kissing you again. his lips part against yours as his hands find it's way to your waist and he's pulling you closer, kissing you a bit deeper, with a slow-growing intensity. your hands wrap themselves around his neck as you lean into him and somehow you can't bring yourself to pull away, because his lips are so soft and you're getting butterflies in your stomach.

he finally pulls away, but he's still so close. his lips are pink and cheeks flush. "you okay?', he asks. your mind is still a bit muddled and fuzzy from that kiss so it takes a few seconds for you to answer. "uhh..yeah..wow..that was-", you say, not finishing your sentence as your gaze slips down to his lips again before looking at his eyes. "thanks for helping me", you manage to say.

the next few days go by and jihoon just can't stop thinking about you, and neither can you. ever since he kissed you...there's something that ignited in you, it's like your secret feelings for him have finally risen and you find yourself staring at him in class and at random times. the kiss you had with your blind date was nowhere near as good and giddy as the one you had with jihoon. and that's when it hit you, you liked jihoon. so after long nights of contemplating, you made your way to his dorm.

"hey", he says, smiling as he sees you. "by the way, how was your date?", he asks carefully.

"yeah it was okay", you reply distractedly. "hey, y/n?" he asks, coming closer. "jihoon...listen i know this sounds weird but... i think im starting to have feelings for you", you just softly and he just stares at you, trying to take in what you just said. "you have got to stop dropping bombs on me like that", he says. "but really?", he adds, looking hopeful and you nod. "i think ever since we kissed".

"actually, y/n, i've actually liked you for a long time", he finally admits, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "i just never told you because i didn't want to ruin anything, risk losing our friendship". hearing his words, you just crash into his arms and hug him. "you should have told me", you say.

"i tried but you didn't seem to get the hint", he says chuckling softly. you pulled away and looked at him with a confused look. "really?" "yeah, let's just say you're slow like that", he adds making you playfully whack him before you're leaning in to kiss him again and he captures your lips in his, kissing you.

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carat10library · 4 years

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From Jihoon

Pairing: Jihoon x You

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1,230

A/N: Hi! (especially to my co-Filipino carats)

The archives that I mentioned here is real and existing. I am from the Philippines and I haven’t been to Batanes, but I would love to go there and experience it. (so come to Batanes. haha.)

Hope you find the Jihoon in this oneshot resembling the real one. He’s always been the biggest challenge for me to write, though. But have fun with this story!

Sunlight filled your sight upon turning to Jihoon’s spot. He seems glowing even though he is under the shade of the narra tree. Standing away from him gave you the access to look at him. Jihoon doesn’t like being stared at. Now you have all the chance and luxury to do that. His milky skin is perfect, his posture relaxed and his expression is stony. He really is serious most of the time. A crease formed on his forehead and you wonder what he is thinking right now. From there you can picture him like he’s some runaway teen, a scorned lover, a soul-searcher. But of course he’s none of those. You are both here in Batanes for a vacation.

A second of blinking passed and he is now looking at you.

“What are you doing there?” he asked nonchalantly.

Wow. Even that I’m-done-with-this-world look of him sends your heart beating like crazy. You slowly approached him as if testing the waters. He did not complain when you reached him, though. So it is really okay for you to sit beside him. Whew!

“What miracle made you come out of your hotel room?” you questioned, hugging your knees.

“This place is beautiful and the climate here is cool and windy. Who wouldn’t want that?”

“Definitely your alter-ego,” you mumbled, picking on him.

Jihoon gave you a questioning look. “What?”

“The other you who can stay in his bed all day. How are you managing to do that? Don’t you get bedsores?”

A really tiny smile came on his lips and vanished quickly. “I’m not sick or injured to lie down the whole day.”

You shrugged at his response. “I know an interesting place here.”

“I’m not surprised. You seem to know everything.”

“I’ll let you pick on me for the whole day if you come with me.”

Now there is the sly smile you have known so well. There will not be further discussions on this. He will surely take the bargain to piss you. The wide Pacific Ocean glimmers in the sun. Located at the top and apart from the Philippines, Batanes screams of freedom from the usual noise of the city. Nothing’s new with Jihoon’s silence but he looks uneasy. Does he think you are leading him to some dangerous place? There are a lot of steep cliffs here where you can just push him off when he’s unguarded. But you won’t do that to him. He likes to annoy you, but you secretly liked that too. After all, Jihoon’s not all rude and intimidating because he’s cute and smart. You find him exactly like that.

When you reached the Batanes Blank Book Archive, Jihoon threw you a confused expression. You just smiled at him and went inside the archives. It looks like a library with bound books in tall shelves and there are chairs and tables.

“Go pick a book and write anything you want in it,” you ordered, already looking for the book where you wrote two years ago.

“Is it okay to write?” he hesitated. There are hundreds of books in that place.

“They are all blank. People are meant to write on them. It’s like a journal or a diary. I was here two years ago and I had fun reading what other people wrote. Someone started a story and then the others continued the plot. I was like reading a novel,” you reminisced. “Try it now—writing. They don’t charge here. It’s free, so don’t be scared.”

“What did the others write aside from stories?”

“They wrote wishes, prayers and even letters to someone they love,” you said, seeing that interested look on his face. “Also, you are free to choose the book and page number where you want to write.”

“Is that all?” You nodded after giving him the introductions. “I’ll start then.”

Book 108 felt familiar even after two years. This book contains what you wrote back then. You flipped to page 22 to revisit the words again. It was a letter to yourself highlighting the goals you have. Now that you are reading it, you felt a satisfaction due to what you’ve accomplished. There are others that will take time, but it’s okay with you. Some things cannot be done overnight. You are sitting across from Jihoon and you are glad to give him privacy to spill his thoughts in that book. For now, you keep on flipping the pages to look at the other writings by the visitors. A collection of different languages, unfamiliar scripts and fond memories live in this book. This archive holds not knowledge or history but hopes and dreams.

“Y/N,” Jihoon said quietly. There’s something different whenever he speaks your name. It sounded lovelier.

You stopped looking at the pages to give him your attention. He did not speak but remained looking at you. Does he need something? Your cheeks burned a color that the white walls and white tiled floor displayed.

“Yes?” you asked in a small voice.

“I’m done. Can I read yours?”

“That’s cool. But I don’t think you can read mine. It’s really personal—”

“The others wrote personal things too, but you read them. You’re not being fair, you know.”

You sighed, deeply in trouble. You can’t just go out there spilling your secrets to him because you wrote something about him two years ago. Two years ago and you are still pining over him.

“Here. I want you to read what I wrote,” he continued negotiating. “Read it.” He pushed the book to you. You gave him 108.

Jihoon wrote a letter in English and confusion settled on you. Why? Because he wrote it for you.

To Y/N,

I don’t know how to start, honestly. There are so many ways that I can use (namely: suggesting you a song or even writing you a song) but I turn to this option. This letter is not enough (knowing you). But I want you to know, since you brought me here anyway, that I am so thankful for having met an incredible person like you. (Do not gloat over it yet. haha.) Guess I’m still not confident even in this paper. I admire your patience—the reason why I like pissing you off. Or maybe it’s that pout and knotted forehead and the witty remarks. I enjoy all of it. I’m surprised you’re still with me. My fluency in sarcasm isn’t good after all. Hahaha. I think I love you, Y/N. You’re always with me whenever and wherever. That’s how I came to love you. You’re always there (I’ll selfishly say it) for me. Now that I see it here in paper and ink, it has got real and believable for me.

P.S. You may take pride in this confession now.

From, Jihoon

Every part of you felt like screaming in joy. You stared at Jihoon, stunned. He’s looking at you as if you’ve just met here. Perhaps he already discovered the one you wrote about him. And he’s just surprised as you are now. Great.

“You can write me off the list of your goals here,” he stated, starting to smile. “I’ll do the honors of crossing it out.”

“And kindly leave a note there. Thank you very much,” you said, grinning. “I love you, too.”

Jihoon wrote on it and the note says, “she’s finally got me though—Jihoon.”

#seventeen oneshot #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #woozi fanfic #woozi fluff #woozi x reader #lee jihoon #lee jihoon fluff

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virryth · 4 years

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Doctor!AU Jihoon

a hbd to Jihoon;; love him so much can’t wait to see him in Jan

tw// mentions of wound, blood, mild violence

Read Doctor!AU Junhui | More Jihoon au | More SVT au

1.7k | Fluff | Bullet | Not proofread

Vice-head chief doctor for the ER (trauma unit)

Famous for his quick, spot-on judgement for emergency care and his blunt personality

Can be reckless at times and gets scolded so many times for jumping the fence on hospital protocols

Did he maybe hit the patient with his fist in an ambulance to get their heart moving because they wouldn’t make it to the ER? Sure.

Performed emergency surgeries at the scene of the incident? A few times.

but hey his methods worked and he saved countless of patients in the end so really who’s losing

Rumored to have a criminal record

Not many people know but Jihoon has a pretty strong sense of justice, he once punched the daylight out of a guy when he found out the dude sexually assaulted his patient

Actually spent a day in jail and had to get bailed out by Wonwoo, but the other guy ended up in jail too so it’s worth it in his book

Honestly looks so good in the scrub, fills it all up, hair slicked back, clear translucent skin with the face of an angel

Possesses such a cute smile and the most pleasant laughter, one of the reasons the nurses and his fellow colleagues adore him (also very popular with the elderly)

Except when there’s an unusually busy night, catch Dr. Lee looking like hell, hair is either disheveled and messy from running his hands through them when he’s frustrated or just plainly under a rubber headband and kept out of his face

Scrubs either has specks of blood or some sort of dirt from wrestling restraining rowdy troublemaker visitors in the ER

Usually spotted resuscitating a patient while kneeling on top of a moving crash cart, or running around giving consultations for other trauma on-call attendants

Do not even breath the wrong way around him when he’s busy trying to figure out the cause of a patient’s symptoms

Dr. Lee will sit there and think until he’s found a solution

Will sometimes venture to other wards to consult with the other doctors if he has time. Jihoon can be stubborn, but he knows how valuable the experiences of his colleagues can be, especially when it’s as important as accurately diagnosing and treating patients

Both new and long-time interns are terrified of Dr. Lee from trauma unit, they all avoid him like the plague because those who worked with him have only claimed it to be one of the most stressful nights of their medical career

Some came out so shocked they ended up transferring

But;;; it’s not all bad, he’s hard on the interns because residency is the only time period where mistakes are allowed, he has to make sure they know that lives are at stake if they’re going to become good doctors in the future

The very small few who survived his supervisions all ended up learning a LOT from him because scary or not, everybody and their grannies have the utmost respect for Jihoon

The ER is the most hectic and traumatizing place in the hospital, on top of the physical strains there’s also a lot of emotional stressors that get him down once in a while

And those moments are when his true personality shine through, boy is sweet and so soft, but only to you and his close friends though, anyone else see that and he’s all hardass hauling the interns again

“He was worse in med school,” pediatric surgeon Junhui spilled at a team dinner, “one semester during exam season, he wouldn’t come back for three days and we find him passed out in the library with textbooks under his head.”

“We thought he had fainted or something, turned out he was just hungry,” medic Soonyoung chimed in, nudging Wonwoo to continue spilling the tea.

“He woke up so angry because he missed hours of study, we had to deal with that attitude for a week. He was such a d*ck.”

“Yeah, that’s my reason. What’s yours?” Jihoon countered, taking a shot.

(am i saying ‘96 line went to med school and spent their residency together yes I am)

You know the boys from way back when you were interns during your residency

In fact, on his first day of work, Jihoon was admitted to the hospital due to an explosion injury

He wasn’t even directly involved, he was just a bystander rushing in to help when he spotted multiple MVCs (motor vehicle collisions) on the highway on the way to work, and while working on the injured patients, one of the cars had exploded nearby

Still has a decent-size burnt scar on his back to this day, but doesn’t regret it one bit

Jihoon does anything and everything in his power to save people, even if he has to put his life on the line

Patient bleeding out during transit and there’s not enough blood in the ambulance? Here, take his if it matches.

Need a hand shouldering debriefs from a collapsing structure to rescue a patient? On it.

Vernon from ortho came by once, “hey dude your wrist is bleeding.”

Jihoon: cut myself pulling an earring out of someone’s throat, what’s up?”

Vernon: yikes,,, anyway still up for lunch? :D

That’s kind of his main philosophy, and yours, because you didn’t hesitate one bit when you head straight into the fire to save him

It’s because of this mild case of recklessness that you both often get sent to dispatch on evac copters to save people at extremely remote locations

And you’re amazing at it, but more often than not you both usually end up in Junhui’s pediatric ward getting bandaged up while looking at babies

Really popular with the kids by the way, everyone loves getting a piggy-back ride from Dr. Lee when he comes by

Knows all of the the long-term patients by names and is so loved by the kids it’s honestly not fair

Medic Soonyoung knows Jihoon the longest and apparently he was even more reckless way back then as an EMT, but he’s mellowed down a lot since he became a doctor

As head chief, you cut him waaaay too many slacks and all the residents know it

But they also know he’s the best in the field so they just let him do whatever

But that doesn’t mean he gets away all the time, you still scold him when needed, and Jihoon has actually toned it down a lot since you became head chief because he knows ultimately you’re the one shouldering the responsibilities for his actions

He knows you would stick up for him no matter what because of how much you value his skills, and he doesn’t want to disappoint you in any way

“You know they’re not doing this just for your skills, right?”

“Don’t do that shrink thing on me, Wonwoo, it gives me the creeps.”

“He’s right and you know it,” Junhui teased.

“Shut up.”

Jihoon is so shy about his feelings for you, hence he speaks more with his actions

Often takes you out for dinner, or brunch, or home, after your shift when you’re too tired to drive

Brings you breakfast in the morning after a night shift and tries to shoulder most of the traumatizing cases when he can

Honestly he’s still doing his job, but during breaks, he makes sure to hang around and is always ready to come in three seconds max if you ever call his name

And sure, although he puts himself in danger way too many times, you know he only wants to help

But that doesn’t stop you from worrying, his mindset of giving his all to save others is what’s gonna get him killed one day

On your day off, you often meet up and hand out, running errands and going to the movies to catch up on whatever pop-culture content you missed during the busy on-call shifts

And it’s so platonic, or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself because you honestly never know sometimes

One moment he’s resting his arm over your shoulder, softly speaking to you about what to order from the fast food menu. It’s so intimate you could hear your own heartbeats in your ears

Then suddenly he’s getting shy and conscious of how close you are

But then he holds you much a little too close to shield you from the rain as you share an umbrella

And you thought maybe that’s just who he is, he’s protective and skinship may come unexpectedly and unconsciously when he feels comfortable around people

Jihoon would say you were starting to sound like Wonwoo if he knew what you were thinking

It wasn’t until half the movie that you caught him staring

You had thought he had something to say, so you leaned in and waited

Truly, you didn’t expect to be kissed

And brief as it came, Jihoon had diverted his attention back to the big screen, picking up popcorn and chuckling when he saw the expression on your face

True to his profession, Wonwoo was the first to notice, he had been making jokes about how you two would end up together one day–a common topic among your circle of friends–and Jihoon choked on his coffee

They had kept it on the down low since the both of you had decided to keep it out of work

But things have definitely changed with the glances you noticed whenever he’s in the same room

There was so much affection in his gaze that you start to think maybe he’s been doing this for some time, it just took you this long to notice

You also find out that Jihoon is a lot more daring than you’d pegged him to be, and oh so subtle with his touches

Hand hovering on the lower part of your back to catch you in case you stumble, stolen kisses in the elevator, head touches and comforting hugs in the break room when you had time to take a breath

And yet you never got caught, it’s amazing how quick he turns back to strict Dr. Lee around the intern the moment he parts way with you

Occasionally Jihoon would join you in the empty corner near the supply’s closet, cooling your heads and leaning on each other to regain a sense of comfort and familiarity when things didn’t go well in the ER

He would hold your hand, leaning in to you and softly whispering into your hair about the gains and losses in life, sometimes about the future, where you would travel on your next vacation and what you would do together

The ER is a tricky placement, sometimes you witness the miracle of life, sometimes the end of it. It’s a battlefield almost every single day, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world

Not with Jihoon by your side.

–V

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The Red of Your Heart - Lee Jihoon

Pairing : Photographer!Jihoon x Reader

Genre : Fluff — Soulmate!AU

Word Count : 1559

Note : This is created in the burst of the moment for @umiwomitai. Hi~ I’m your fox anon! I’m sorry for being rarely active and that this takes forever, but here is my revelation (?) post. Hope you like this! I’ll send you something from my main account shortly. And I’m sorry, I’m no good with moodboard :’)

The young night is dark, only corrupted by the headlights of the roaming vehicles and the warm neon of the street lamps and signs. It is also dark in Jihoon’s room. The man is half-lying on his bed, hand thrown over his eyes. He’s stressing, that much is pretty obvious for everyone who has the luck of encountering him at any point from his route home.

Jihoon grunts as he raises his camera with both hands and looks through the pictures he got today. Nothing passes his standard. Nothing can deliver his sentiment or stir his emotion. Nothing is special. He drops his camera on his side and jumps to his feet, the heel of his palm rubbing at his eyes as he walks to his window. The city looks strangely extravagant under the clear sky, but all those neon lights are almost painful for Jihoon’s eyes, so his hand moves quickly to pull his blinds down. But of course, his lethargic hand is not a match for his wandering eyes, for they catch the sight of you first before the former can even tug at the string of the blinds.

You’re standing on a crosswalk, waiting for the light to grant you the permission to cross the street. The counting is at three, and Jihoon makes an abrupt jump for his camera. After fumbling with it for a few seconds, he finally directs the lens at you, successfully capturing your fifth step. And your sixth. And your seventh. And then you’re gone, heads and heads of uninvited guests that materialize out of the air robbing his vision of you.

Jihoon stares at the space where you disappeared into the night, and when his heart falls into its usual rhythm, he sighs. He throws himself back onto his mattress and slides through the last pictures he’s taken. He smiles in satisfaction; the pictures are perfect. The neon lights lighting your figure in all the right angles, and one of the headlights is even reflected on your white sweatshirt, right upon where your heart lies. Jihoon sets his camera atop his bedside table and places his arm over his eyes again, this time, though, a permanent smile replacing the distressed look he had at the beginning of the night.

Jihoon starts his next morning early and with a smile still. Accompanied by his prized possession film camera, today he takes a walk around the neighborhood and the lazy stores by the sidewalk, capturing the scenes with newly found spirit. And then he finds you, wiping the tables of a small Chinese restaurant at the corner of the street. His pace quickens, and he, again, fumbles with his camera, pressing at the shutter in the same beat of his heart, which is working in a quite feverish manner at that particular moment. And then he stops, for you have snapped your head to your side and run to the back room, and he’s arrived approximately six feet away from the restaurant and finally noticed that it’s still closed.

He finds it easy to make a habit out of visiting you before your work starts and standing by at hours past dusk when you’d pass the crosswalk seen across his window. On Saturday, you’re lost to him. And on Sunday morning after waiting for an hour and concluding that you probably don’t work at weekends, Jihoon takes a taxi to his friend’s darkroom to develop his film. At night, his friend sends his work over with a ‘these are amazing, I don’t know how you did that’ and a firm tap on Jihoon’s shoulder.

And amazing is such an underestimation of what’s captured on his prints. The red on your white sweatshirt from that first night, it presents in every single picture he has of you. He had thought of it as a reflection from the light surrounding you, but now, he’s not so sure. The next day Jihoon uses his digital camera for his new hobby. He wants to see that same glow over and over again, and right away. At night, he gathers all of your pictures and also his courage to wait for you outside the restaurant, deciding that it’s time to discover the secret of your glow.

You had raised your eyebrow and looked at him suspiciously, gesturing for him to talk inside in the safety of your colleagues. Jihoon agrees since he needs to earn your trust and show you that he means no harm, even though what he’s about to tell you is so utterly bizarre. He takes out the envelope containing his collection of your pictures, but then he hesitates. He knows how this going to make him looks like. And he doesn’t want you just to walk out and leave him.

And that is exactly what you have in mind as you go through every single picture of yourself, the beauty and wonder that’s supposed to register upon seeing them are overlooked by your worries. This man, whom you know not a single thing about, has secretly captured you more than you even allow yourself to do. You put the prints back inside the envelope and stand up without giving him any notice. But you don’t have to—he knows it’s a high chance that you’ll respond like this. He mutters several ‘sorry’s as he extends his hand to grab at your shoulder. But when his hand barely passes over your chest, a light so red glows from within you, and along with it, you can feel your blood rushing to your head and through your whole body. The both of you freeze and look at each other with apparent astonishment painted over your wide eyes.

Silence surrounds you both as you share the moment with a look of understanding. Jihoon slowly raises his hand and you soon follow until they are a few inches away from each of your hearts, and when red glows from within the both of them, you gasp and Jihoon stumbles backward.

“It can’t be…” you whisper.

“No,” Jihoon says, “it must be.”

You allow Jihoon to walk you home, each of you busy inside your own head. “Hey,” Jihoon starts after some time. “I’m sorry. For the pictures. At first, I don’t know, it was- I just, um, you know, do what street photographers do. But then I saw you again the next morning, and I can’t help but take more pictures with my film camera. And the next day. And the next day. Until I, uh, received the prints. I saw it from the first picture that I showed you, but I thought it was just a car’s headlights or whatever, but then, it turned out to be in every picture. I just- It’s- I’m sorry.”

You tilt your head upwards as you inhale, considering everything in your knowledge about the concept of a soulmate. He probably can’t help it, indeed, you think. Because even now, your heart is still beating like the drums of a marching band. It has been since you saw him leaning on the corner wall next to the restaurant’s door. You’ve figured it was just the fright, but maybe it’s not—now that you can go past the initial wave of freakiness over his taking your pictures. “Okay, um, I guess we can just for—no, I mean, start anew. We can start anew. You know, names and such. And then we can, uh, go slowly from there.”

The corners of his lips are tugged to form what arguably is the fairest smile you’ve had the chance of glimpsing. “Lee Jihoon,” he supplies, sending you that same fair smile you hope he’ll be kind enough to provide for the rest of your life now. Silly. Not quite half an hour ago you were ready to walk away from him and wish to never see his face again. Oh, how queer the matter of the heart is.

You duck your head and whisper out your name to him. And then you peek up at him as you hear his chuckle booming in the quiet street. He must’ve noticed the distinct attitudes you have between earlier tonight and now after your head has mulled over the single fact about you two his prints had revealed. “This is me,” you say, taking a long stride forward before turning around to face him.

Jihoon scans the small building behind you and nods. “The night is short, huh?” he murmurs, and it doesn’t reach you. But then he moves forward with as much control he can muster. He waves his hand near the left side of your chest, and your shirt burns with red again.

You see the way the light flickers slightly in his eyes, and you can’t help but mirror his action, being mesmerized once more by the magical feeling of it all. “I can’t believe this,” you gasp out.

“Me too.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

He smiles. And you swear that time needs some rest.

“Of course. A proper hello without a print. Without a camera. Just me.”

“Just you,” you mutter. “Goodnight, Jihoon.” You walk backward toward your door and blindly unlock it, which earns you another chuckle from him.

“Just me, just you,” he says as you slowly enter your house. And right before you close the door, he continues, “Goodnight.”

A/N: I noticed this kinda ends the way A Million Years Ago ends...? Anyway, this is unplanned, so, hehehe, I’ll continue the kyeom’s and cheol’s fic later.

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