#hanhoon

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am i the only person who never noticed woozi playing with jeonghan's hair in the adore u music video?

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Wanted; drabble

Pairing: HanHoon (WoozixJeonghan) Warnings: None Genre: Crack tbh Length: 300 Prompt: Person A: It’s nice to be wanted, you know? Person B: Not by the law!

Jihoon thinks his heart is going to burst out of his chest. The man in front of his is gorgeous with shaggy dyed gray hair, bright eyes, and full lips. But more importantly, he has Jihoon pressed against a wall, the rough brick of the building behind him digging through his shirt, a knee between his legs and a hand over his mouth. 

The part that really kills Jihoon though is the fact that he recognizes this man. Not from any mundane thing such as passing by him in a coffee shop or having taken university classes together. No, Jihoon recognizes him from the 10 o’clock news broadcast about a robbery and high speed chase where all but one suspect were captured. 

And now the final suspect has him held against a wall in an alleyway as a police cruiser passes by them just out of line of sight. 

The man leans back just enough to see the mouth of the alleyway and the street beyond it. He takes a step back after a moment, dropping his hand from Jihoon’s face. “Sorry about that, I just didn’t want you to scream if you recognized me.” 

Jihoon scoffs as he pushes back off the wall, rubbing his shoulder blade where the brick had dug into the flesh. “If I recognized you? They practically have wanted posters of you up all over the city.” 

Yoon Jeonghan sighs, eyelids fluttering closed and hands coming up to cover his heart. Jihoon thinks this man must be clinically insane when the next words out of his mouth are a dreamily stated, “It’s nice to be wanted.” 

“Not by the police!” Jihoon hisses. 

Jeonghan has the audacity to shrug.

[zouchu]

Jeonghan: I think I’d be great in a war. I’d, like, get all the medals.

Jihoon: Before or after you’re executed by your own troops?

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I forgot to post this and this pic doesn't show it very well but jihoon was stroking hansol's hair/neck for a good five minutes and it was very sweet and pure

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Over Your Head; Pt 1

Pairing: HanHoon (WoozixJeonghan) Rating: PG-13  Genre: Romance, a little drama I guess, slight slight angst, age gap Warnings: Age gap (Both characters are of age), suggestive material, student/teacher Part: 1/2 Word count: Roughly 1,100

In which Jeonghan is a 28 year old professor and Jihoon is his 21 year old student that he has known his whole life. Oh also, Jihoon really wants the D and Jeonghan is losing his chill.

Prompt credit to @otpisms

Prompt: -Imagine your OTP have known each other through family since they were young. Person A is attending the university that Person B is a professor at, and taking all of their courses to purposely mess/flirt with them.

This can’t be happening. This actually cannot be happening right now. There is absolutely no way in hell that the name on Jeonghan’s class roster is the name he thinks it is. Definitely not a chance that the name on his list is the same name of a certain twenty-one year old boy that he has literally know since said boy was in diapers. Definitely not a chance tha-

“Oh hyung, this is your class?”

A shiver travels down his body, head-to-toe, at the cheerful, nonchalant tone of the one and only: Lee Jihoon. Lee Jihoon, the same kid that Jeonghan babysat when he was in high school. The same kid that took his first kiss when he was a senior. The same kid that has been offering Jeonghan his virginity since he was sixteen. A kid that is getting extremely difficult to ignore and turn down. 

“Jihoon, you’re still so young, you don’t need to worry about something like that right now.” Except that was when Jihoon was sixteen and baby faced. Now he’s twenty-one and has grown into his features, round cheeks no longer making Jeonghan think of what a cute little brother Jihoon is, but instead of how beautiful they would look dusted red with flush in the middle of sex. 

“Jihoon, I’m not gay, you know that. I’m sure you’ll find a nice boy who is actually into boys.” Except Jihoon knows it’s a bluff now since Jeonghan was dating a guy in his senior year of college and Jihoon caught them in the act. He still remembers Jihoon telling him later that night that Jisoo was pretty, but Jihoon could make him feel a thousand times better and the thought has him blushing to this day. 

“Jihoonie, I’m twenty-five and you’re eigtheen. Maybe when you’re older.” Except Jihoon is older now. He’s older and has grown into his looks so well that Jeonghan has trouble reminding himself that he has babysat Jihoon, that he has watched his mom change Jihoon’s diapers, that he was already in college when Jihoon was in middle school dealing with his first breakup and he wakes up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat with sticky boxers, the image of Jihoon beneath him with his face scrunched in ecstasy still fresh behind his eyelids. 

It does nothing to help his self-control when Jihoon purposely does things like this, either. Taking two of his classes, coming into class wearing one of Jeonghan’s old t-shirts that have stayed at Jihoon’s house for years, marking the wrong answers on tests so he has an excuse to hang around after class once the other students have left. It’s taken every single ounce of self-restraint he has in his body not to bend Jihoon over his desk and ravish him until he can’t walk on those days. 

And today is one of those days. It’s been almost two months since the first day of the semester and Jihoon has come in wearing Jeonghan’s senior sweatshirt. It’s too big for him, hanging low in the front and showing Jihoon’s collarbones, exposing the fact that he’s not wearing a shirt beneath when he leans over his desk to write down his notes. Jeonghan swallows hard, turning to face the board and taking a deep breath to calm his nerves before continuing with the lesson. It just gets worse though when his eyes catch on Jihoon once more, just barely catching the movement of Jihoon’s hand slipping down his stomach to rest on his thigh. 

Jeonghan almost chokes on his own spit when the hand goes higher, rubbing so obviously over his crotch that it’s a wonder no other students notice. 

“Seonsaengnim, are you alright?” one of his students ask. Jeonghan nods, only sparing the barest hint of a glance in Jihoon’s direction. It’s only a split second but he still manages to see the smirk on the younger’s face.

“Yes, I’m just not feeling too well, today.” He looks to the clock on his desk, the thought of Jihoon touching himself in class just enough to send him over the edge so he calls back out: “Why don’t we all go home early today. Study hard and we’ll see each other tomorrow after I’ve rested, okay?” 

Jeonghan takes a seat at his desk as his students file out, only standing when he sees Jihoon approaching. He makes his way to the door, a few steps ahead of a smiling Jihoon. 

“Hyung,” Jihoon coos as he reaches Jeonghan. “I’ll bring you some soup later so you can get well soon, okay?” 

Any other day, Jeonghan would mutter out a ‘you don’t have to do that’ or an ‘I’ll be okay.’ Any other day, he’d ignore the wink that follows Jihoon’s words. Any other day he’d just let Jihoon walk right out of the classroom. 

But it isn’t any other day. 

Jihoon jumps as the door slams just a few inches from his face, Jeonghan reaching over to turn the lock on the knob before pushing Jihoon roughly against the wall. His eyes are so pretty as they flutter shut when Jeonghan slots their mouths together. Jihoon’s fingers tangle in his hair, pulling the professor closer as Jeonghan’s knee presses in between Jihoon’s legs and a moan slips free of the younger’s lips. 

It isn’t until Jeonghan’s lifts him up, Jihoon’s legs around his waist, and his fingers reach for the buttons of his pants that Jihoon stops him with shaky fingers curling around the elder’s wrists. 

“H-hyung.” Jihoon’s voice is small and his eyes are glossy and Jeonghan hates himself as he sets Jihoon back down, suddenly remembering every single reason why he’s never let himself do something like this. Jihoon is still young, still fragile, a kid who’s getting himself in way over his head messing with a man almost ten years older than him. And Jeonghan is the asshole that should know better but still let Jihoon get to him and ended up hurting him. 

“Jihoonie,” he says quietly, reaching out to fix the younger boy’s hair. 

“It’s fine, it’s fine. See you later, hyung.” Jihoon knocks Jeonghan’s hand away, hastily unlocking the door and leaving the classroom before Jeonghan can say anything more. 

Jeonghan sighs, running a hand through his hair as he slides to the floor. Now he’s fucked it all up.

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Dare; drabble

Pairing: JeongHoonCheol (S.CoupsxWoozixJeonghan) Warnings: Seungcheol gets sad. That’s it.  Genre: Angst Length: 200 Prompt: Person A has been cornered by a dreaded enemy who will only stop if they confess a truth that they have never told anyone before. In panic and desperation, they blurt out that Person B is the love of their life. Bonus: Person B is being held hostage by the enemy and hears A’s confession. OT3 Angst Bonus: Person C, who is in love with A, bursts in to rescue them just as A confesses.

Jihoon doesn’t hesitate. “Dare.”

Soonyoung smirks. “Tell me a secret not a single other person on this planet knows about you.”

Jihoon glares, icily, regretting ever letting Seungcheol drag him to this stupid sleepover with stupid Kwon Soonyoung and his stupid obsession with finding new ways to ruin Jihoon’s life everyday. He opens his mouth, not even uttering a single word before Soonyoung is cutting him off. 

“Seungcheol can’t know what it is, either. Only me and you.” 

Jihoon grits his teeth. Something not even Seungcheol knows. Only one single thing that not even Seungcheol knows. He sucks in a breath, missing the sound of Soonyoung’s bedroom door creaking open once more as he blurts out the only thing he will never share with his best friend. “I’m in love with Yoon Jeonghan.” Jihoon shrugs like it’s no big deal, though his cheeks are as red as the solo cup in his hands. 

He doesn’t see Jeonghan and Seungcheol standing in the doorway behind him. He doesn’t see the way Jeonghan’s eyes widen in shock at the words. And he definitely doesn’t see the tears in his best friend’s eyes as Seungcheol turns and walks back out of the room.

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i’d wear your colors (any day of the week); Pt 6

Pairings: Jeonghan/Woozi, other side pairings Rating: PG13-M Warnings: Mentions of character death, language Part: 6/? (this is a soulmate au oneshot that i never finished and now i want to but i also want to post what i already have so i’m gonna do it in parts instead of as one whole post.)

AO3 Version

“I thought I’d find you here.” Joshua smiles as he slides onto the picnic table next to Jeonghan. “I was looking for you after my last class but you disappeared.” That’s not the truth of course, but Joshua thinks it’s a pretty good one as far as excuses go. 

Jeonghan laughs and throws an arm over his shoulders in a half hug. “Yeah I came here to see Hansol for a bit before my last class today. You guys haven’t met yet have you?” 

Joshua shakes his head, offering a hand out to the younger male. “Nice to meet you, I’m Joshua, resident Jeonghan handler.”

Jeonghan shoulder checks him as he stands up, laughing. “Alright guys, I’ve gotta get to my class. Shua, are you still coming over to help me with that paper later?” 

“Yeah, of course. See you later.” 

Jeonghan waves to both of them one last time as he disappears around the corner of the library building.

“So Joshua, are you American or?” Hansol smiles, leaning back and stretching as he speaks. 

Joshua nods. “Yeah, we moved here about four of five years ago now. So I spent most of my life in LA.” Joshua sighs, not wanting to ask the question at the tip of his tongue, but it’s been bugging him since the first time Joshua saw him and it’s the whole reason he came to find Jeonghan and Hansol in the first place. “Hey can I ask you something?”

“Yeah sure, what’s up?” 

“You’re Vernon aren’t you?” 

Hansol’s smile drops, eyes going wide and Joshua definitely regrets asking but he had to know, his face was too familiar. “Jisoo. You went by Jisoo when you first moved. I didn’t even recognize you.” 

“Yeah, the blond hair throws people off that knew me in high school.” Joshua gives a small, sad, smile. “I wouldn’t expect you to remember me anyway, we only met the once. I...I’m sorry. About your brother. I heard about what happened, but it didn’t really feel right to call you guys when we weren’t very close.” 

Hansol nods and purses his lips. “I- Thanks, I guess. It’s still weird. That he’s gone. Even after a whole year.” 

“Yeah, it’s not something you really get used to. It gets a little easier to deal with, but it’s never really okay, y’know?” Joshua thinks back to when they first moved to Korea after his father passed. His mother had been so heartbroken, it had taken months before he saw a real smile from her. 

“Yeah. He, uh, he’s still pretty shaken up about it. Especially with everything going on now.” 

Joshua nods. “I can imagine. I didn’t believe it at first when I heard, I thought there was no way it was the same person.” 

A chime from Hansol’s phone cuts off whatever the younger had to say and he stands. “Speak of the devil; I’ve gotta get going. I guess we’ll be seeing more of each other around, huh?” 

Joshua stands as well and claps Hansol’s forearm in a more familiar shake. “Yeah, for sure. If you ever need anything at all, feel free to ask me, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks.” 

“Hey, Hansol,” he calls as the other turns to walk away. “I know it’s not easy to lose a soulmate like that, but...just tell him to give Jeonghan a chance, please.”

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | 

[zouchu]

Jeonghan: There’s something wrong with your face.

Jihoon: What?

Jeonghan: You’re smiling. I didn’t know you could do that.