requested by: [ @minswaggy-dt ] for the drabble game 22: “did you just hiss at me?” with: lee jihoon (woozi) x reader word count: 794
It isn’t often that Jihoon is capable of taking the time to get away from the studio, or the practice room — so when his eyes meet a blissfully empty little white box of today’s date on the calendar, he lets out an audible breath of relief and collapses back onto the mattress, already making plans to spend the most luxurious day in bed with as much food and drink he can fit into his body.
That is going splendidly, too, his eyes already falling shut for another extra two hours of well-deserved rest, as the other members are out on their own endeavors for the time being and leaving him delightfully alone in the silent dormitory — and he is half asleep before his phone gives a muffled ping from beneath a pile of pillows and comforters.
At first he isn’t sure if he hears the ringtone correctly, but when the fog of morning disorientation begins to clear, he gives a curse and lurches upright; resulting in even his rather short head slamming into the bottom of the top bunk. His short curse turns into a string of many as he unearths the cellular device from a mess of sheets, bleary eyes squinting at the text message displayed on his lock screen.
[11:44] y/n: good morning ji!! since today is your day off i’m sure you just want to rest, but since i love you and vitamin d is good for you, we’re going out, at least for a walk!!! so get your small and soft body out of bed bc i’ll be @ the dorm in 5!
Jihoon can only groan — because while he may love you, his ever affectionate and understanding girlfriend, today of all days he wants nothing more than to pass out beneath his blanket and remain there for three quarters of the day until the other members come home with dinner. Yet he can’t bring himself to say no to you, so he sends a simple reply of confirmation and flops back against his pillow.
When you do eventually arrive, more like eight minutes rather than five, you reflect internally that there’s no way Jihoon actually crawled out of bed at such ‘early hours’ as you stow away your spare key to the dorm. “Jihoonie,” you murmur ever so quietly into the vacant, messy kitchen, a small smile growing on your lips when you hear a muffled whine from the nearest bedroom.
You step foot into the threshold, nearly tripping over articles of discarded clothing or plushies, eyes catching the breathing lump of black on the bottom bunk on one side of the room. “How it gets so filthy in this room is still beyond me,” you remark, nudging a pair of shoes aside and turning to crouch down by your boyfriend’s bed. “Jihoon, you responded to my text; I know you’re awake. Come on, it’s almost noon — let’s go out, get you some breakfast.”
When you move to peel the navy blue duvet from his head, you’re startled to hear an incredulously catlike hiss, followed by an exhausted complaint of “no!” from under the sheets. You sit back in a crouch, blinking once until you gape at the few strands of pink hair peeking out.
“Did you — did you just hiss at me?”
It isn’t terribly unnerving for long, as you’re soon smothering countless giggles and kicking off your shoes so that you may clamber over Jihoon’s body and plop down beside him in the bed — he adjusts himself to make more room for you, and peeks out of the blanket with a small grimace on his face. “Please, y/n — let’s just stay in today… We can go out tomorrow, promise,” he bargains hopefully.
You make a face, as if you’re mulling it over in your head, until you roll your eyes playfully and scoot yourself a little closer to his chest, and he willingly coils his arms around you, albeit with a slight blush on his part at your close proximity. “Alright, alright. You’re treating me to ice cream, though. You’re lucky you’re so cute and soft.”
He scowls in distaste. “I’m not cute or soft, so I don’t know what you—”
“Time for bed,” you croon, cradling his head closer against your shoulder and carding your fingers through his hair. Jihoon is more than pleased by this, letting out a tired, but content sigh, and tightening his arms around your waist. When his breaths begin to even out fairly quickly, you press a light kiss against his head and whisper, “Love you, Jihoonie.”
You can tell that he was about to doze off, but keeps his eyes open just a few seconds longer to smile up at you sleepily. “Love you too.”
