Hi!! Can you do #58 with Woozi?? Thank you!!❤️
32. “You don’t have to say anything.”
pairing: lee jihoon x reader
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you walk to jihoon’s studio with a little beat in your step, waving as you pass jeonghan and soonyoung on the way.
they say a quick hello and let you go your own way towards jihoon’s studio. once you see the familiar neon lights you subconsciously pick up your pace.
“hoonie?” you call softly, slowly walking in. he has headphones in, and his eyes are trained on the screen, so you aren’t shocked when he doesn’t notice you.
your lips twitch upwards as they take in his figure. you never knew you could miss that loose grey t-shirt and black baseball cap so much. you place dinner on the table behind him and start to approach him, your presence still unknown.
“yah.” you smirk, leaning again his desk, holding in your snicker when he jumps with a hand over his chest and his chair slightly rolls back at his movement.
“y/n.” he blinks, his mind churning and quickly gets over the surprise to stand up and give you a hug. “you’re such a liar babe.”
you smile into the kiss he presses against your lips, holding your waist close to him. when you part he doesn’t move his hands from you and instead tucks his head into your shoulder mumbling, “i missed you.”
you pull away from him and reach up to pull the baseball cap off his head, giggling slightly when you see his black roots growing in.
“is it that funny?” he smiles amused at your habit of checking his hair.
“nothing, i just always gauge how long we’ve been away from each other by how much your hair changes.”
he chuckles at your silliness, leading you over to the couch with his hand so you can have dinner together. “it doesn’t mean anything. i could go blonde tomorrow morning and see you tomorrow night.”
you tug lightly on the strands of his bangs and scoff, “your hair feels like it’s been through the fryer hoonie”
he leans into you, taking a front piece of you hair twirling it in his finger, “oh? like yours is any different.”
you ignore him but smile and begin to unpack the food you brought. “hey. look away.”
“hmm?” he questions with a hum, but doesnt say anything else and leans back into the couch to stare at the ceiling.
“okay.” you say with a satisfied tone, “you can look now.”
when he opens his eyes, he immediately bursts into a fix of giggles at how ridiculous you look trying balance five packages of instant white rice on your head.
“hey loser,” he taunts, “didn’t any ever tell you not to play with food?”
you scoff, sticking your tongue out and looking into his eyes that have turned into little crescents, “i bought it, i can do whatever i want.”
he shakes his head and doesn’t say anything else before sinking back into the couch and watch as you excitedly take out the rest of the food. he smiles fondly when you pop a piece of chicken in your mouth before the rest of food is even set up.
you glance over at him and take notice of his expression, “what?”
“i don’t think i could ever explain how much i love you.”
you blink at the tone of his voice, realizing the underlying message that he wasn’t just talking about the food you brought.
you pause your movements on the food and rotate your body to face him better. he holds your gaze with the smallest, but most meaningful smile.
“you don’t have to say anything.”
picking up a piece of chicken with a pair of chopsticks, you lean in to feed it to him, which he gladly accepts. squeezing his hand and watches as he munches on the chicken you flash a smile, equally as meaningful as his one before.
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