── .✦ warnings: fem!reader, use of pet names (sweetheart, baby), cringe, fluff.
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Jeongin, famously, did not like skin-ship. He did not like hugging, or affection, or attention, especially from his hyungs. That was his entire image; the cute, touch-averse maknae who was unreachable, even with his own members.
However, when it came to you, it seemed all that collapsed in on itself. He wanted to hug you. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to ruffle your hair until you pushed him away with one of your shy giggles and your hair looked adorably messy afterwards.
That was why, after all. You were absolutely adorable. So adorable it was kind of annoying.
It made something in his chest burn when he looked at you, dressed in one of his oversized t-shirts and standing at the kitchen counter, half awake.
Adorable when you were ranting about your friend’s surprise party, your hands moving wildly as you spoke, pacing around the room in excitement as he watched in amusement.
Adorable when you were shy to meet his members for the first time, standing slightly behind him and timidly handing over the cookies you’d baked to Chan, looking up at him with wide, anxious eyes that made his knees weak.
Everything you did, however you did it, was adorable to him - just because it was you.
He’d never felt like this before, never adored a person this much before, and honestly it kind of scared him.
But no matter how new it may feel, he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
———
“This is stupid, Innie.”
Your voice, light and soft despite your words, travelled through the living room where you and Jeongin resided, Chan still busy at the studio.
You were both sat comfortably on the couch, the late afternoon sun shining warmly through the blinds and casting a golden light throughout the room.
The TV, long forgotten in the background, played the nth episode of some stupid gameshow neither of you were ever really watching, the volume turned low.
The blanket, kicked off the couch by the 8th(?) episode, was curled around the bottom of the couch near your feet, cradling it like a cloud.
And in the centre of it all, you were currently pinning Jeongin with a playfully suspicious look, your knees tucked under you and facing towards him. His face, too innocent for your liking, was glowing with one of his signature smiles as he held up his hand as if to give you a high-five.
“Cmon, sweetheart, do it for me? I wanna see something.” He asked sweetly, as if he knew you could never refuse him ever (how could he know that? You thought you were discreet.)
Narrowing your eyes at him, you lifted your hand up to him hesitantly, slowly lining up your hand with his and pressing it against his warm palm.
He couldn’t hide his affectionate coo, as you felt yourself heat up.
His hand completely dwarfed yours, the tips of your fingers barely making it half way up his own. The veins and intricacies of his hand contrasted your soft ones, and the roughness of him palm against yours made you look away shyly.
He, on the other hand, was completely delighted. The sight of your smaller hand compared to his own made something in his chest squeeze painfully. He didn’t think he was hiding the adoration he felt very well, sure you could probably see it on his face.
Intertwining your hands together until his absolutely enveloped yours he couldn’t stifle a small burst of joyful laughter, like he couldn’t keep his love for you inside.
“Aw, baby… so small…” he said, voice embarrassingly breathless.
Ignoring the sheepish, and slightly flustered, feeling of seeing his hands so much bigger than yours, you tried to pull yourself together enough to give him a snarky response, not wanting the moment to get too intimate (in order to prevent your implosion.)
“Why do your hands look like that?” You snickered, face still flushed, beginning to try and pull your hand away.
But before you could even try, he was tugging you forward hard enough for you to fall over onto his lap. Your surprised squeal quickly turned into uncontrollable laughter as he started tickling you up and down your sensitive sides, under you thin shirt.
“Like what, huh?” His grin was obvious in his voice, his sharp eyes watching you with a softness you didn’t quite catch, too busy fighting for your life.
“Like… like… I don’t know!” Your giggles drowned out any words you were trying to say, twisting and turning in his lap as you tried to get away from him. He didn’t stop until tears started to gather in your eyes, unable to resist the sight of your uncontrollable giggles.
Finally, he wrapped his arms around you tightly, tucking you into his chest as you recovered from his attack. You breathed heavily against his chest, smacking him weakly as he chuckled.
“Un..unprovoked..” you croaked unhappily.
“It was provoked. You said my hands looked weird.”
“I did not!”
“You implied it.”
“You attacked me over an implication?”
“I didn’t attack you. I lovingly tickled you.”
You scoffed.
“You know full well how tickling is a form of attack. A very dirty one at that. And there was nothing loving about it!”
“Everything I do for you is loving.” He murmured, suddenly deadly serious.
“Right, right.” You rolled your eyes, but his grip on you tightened, burying his face into your shoulder.
“I mean it.” He whispered.
You huffed another small laugh, smiling softly when he nuzzled further into your neck. You brought a hand up to stroke the back of his head, smoothing out his hair.
“I know.” You said simply.
There was silence for awhile, both of you comfortable in the quiet.
Eventually, Jeongin slowly lifted his head from your shoulder, but he didn’t face you, instead turning so he was practically smushed against your cheek.
You made a noise of questioning, that was apparently too much for him to handle, because next thing you know his mouth is clamped around your cheek.
“Eh!? Innie?” You squeaked, surprised and a little amused.
There was no response for a moment, his teeth gently sinking into your skin in a tiny love bite.
“Hellooooo? Are you a vampire, now?” You giggled again, struggling to speak due to the restriction on your face.
He honestly wasn’t really sure what came over him, just that he couldn’t keep his emotions for you inside any longer. He ached to squeeze you. To play with you. To pinch and bite you. Anything that involved you at all, really.
He didn’t want to hurt you, never that, he just had an unexplainable need to push and pull your every direction, like a kid with a playground crush. He wanted to take up all of your attention.
After poking him in the side for the fourth time, he finally let go with a satisfied sigh, dropping his head back onto your shoulder.
“Too cute…” he mumbled, making you laugh again.
“You’re weird. But maybe cute too, I guess.” You kissed the top of his head, slowly starting to shift away from him.
He hummed in discontent, tightening his hold on you.
“Cmon, I’m starting to feel gross from sitting too long,” you wriggled again, “and I want some tea.”
His grip remained firm, enjoying the feeling of your body squirming against his.
A minute was spent filled with pleading as you tried to reason with him to let you go.
Managing to wrench yourself out of his arms, you ran into the kitchen before he could reach for you again, laughing as you head his groan.
Because despite what he may say about you, you always thought he was the cutest one. His smile, his clingy-ness, his fluffy ginger hair, even his hands (although maybe they’d better be described as hot than cute).
His attentiveness when you were upset, his willingness to go along with all your ideas, his excitement when you took him out on dates. All of it.
Maybe you were ranting now, but you could never hide your love for him and his adorableness.
Yeah, he was the cutest out of the pair of you, and nothing he said could change your mind.
a/n: lololol this is probably rlly cringe im sorry TT i have lots of other things in drafts rn that I need to finish so hopefully I’ll be able to post more soon! Hope u enjoyed <3
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