♡ — 𝐕𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ; @kissmatz send a ask to be added!
A/N — I’m so sorry this one sucks, I ran out of ideas 💔.
Husband!jongho who comes home from work to play with the kids so you can have a break too.
Husband!jongho who ‘lies’ to the kids while you’re hiding to eat alone for once, telling them you’re downstairs cleaning.
Husband!jongho who likes to help you with dinner, his favorite is cutting up vegetables for you since we all know he has trouble using the stove.
Husband!jongho who brings you home flowers every Friday, as well as a smaller bouquet for your daughter so she never feels left out.
Husband!jongho who loves to cup your face and press kisses all over any exposed skin to give reassurance on that you’re a good mom. He always makes sure you know you’re doing a good job.
Husband!jongho who asks his mom to watch the kids so you can have a date night together.
— “I fed the kids so you didn’t have to.” “You didn’t have to do that…” “I wanted to, you need a break from being a mommy too sometimes.”
Husband!jongho who gets handsy when he’s drank too much.
Husband!jongho who takes his time in pleasuring you, kissing his way up your legs and stops right as he meets where you need him the most.
Husband!jongho who likes to eat you out until you cry, pinning you down because this is for his pleasure.
Husband!jongho who gets too needy that he doesn’t care to use condoms, he needs to feel you around him completely.
Husband!jongho who likes to bury his face into your neck and sometimes whimpers when he cums.
Husband!jongho who likes to admire the aftermath of your session, because you don’t get to have sex that often anymore.
Can we get some fluff jongho takes care of reader on her period plsssss
soft 🐻 c.jongho
Let him take care of you. He insists.💕
Pairing: Jongho x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Drabble, Texts + Written imagine
Requested: Yes
w.c. 780
Warnings: period cramps, reader is on her period, medicine (OTC pain meds)
A/N: a jongho request? c'mere anon i'm gonna kiss you.
I'm sorry this is short and sweet. I'd love more Jongho requests, I don't see enough content for our bear and I'd like to add to what we've got 😩
Anywho this hits home for me bc idk about y'all but my periods are HELL. I could definitely use a jongho 😭
This is my first time adding texts to a story, so I hope it's alright!
Requests: Open (link below)
Requests | WIPs
Masterlists: BTS | ATEEZ | GOT7 | Stray Kids
You open one eye as someone knocks on your door, though quickly close it again as a swell of pain steals the air from your lungs. Your insides feel like mush, and everything below your belly button aches.
You feel something soft on your face, and when you open your eyes again, you’re embarrassed and incredibly relieved at the same time to find Jongho running his knuckles down your cheek.
“Jongho?” you ask weakly. “What are you doing here?”
“I told you I was on my way, didn’t you see my last text?” he asks. You realize he’s crouched in front of the couch, where you collapsed an hour ago and haven’t moved since. You shake your head.
“N-No, ‘m sorry.”
“It’s okay. What do you need?”
“A hysterectomy.”
“Funny. What else do you need? Have you taken anything?”
Jongho clicks his tongue as you shake your head. He leaves for a few moments, so you close your eyes again. But then you’re being urged to sit up, and your face crumples in pain.
“Here,” he says, sliding onto the sofa beside you. You take the glass of water he’s holding, sipping it down as he drops something in the palm of your hand. Two tylenol; you take them, finishing off the water.
“Why didn’t you take anything earlier?” he asks, lifting a hand to your cheek. His palm is warm and you lean into it. Your head hurts. Your face hurts. Your back, legs, stomach. All of you hurts.
“I just kind of curled up to die,” you admit, looking up at him. “Didn’t wanna move.”
Jongho sighs and wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his firm chest. Your arms go around his neck as you bury yourself against him.
He’s soft and warm and smells so good; his cologne isn’t overwhelming, just a note of something that could only be described as “manly.” It's amazing how a person could make you feel safe with just a hug, but that was Jongho.
“What can I do for you, baby?” he asks, brushing hair away from your face. He presses a kiss to your temple, letting his lips rest there. You nuzzle your nose into his shoulder and inhale, making him chuckle.
“Nothing,” you mumble. “Just be here.”
You open your eyes, blinking and rubbing at them. You're a little groggy and confused, but feel something firm and warm behind you. You tilt your head back, and Jongho kisses you below your ear.
"Hi," he hums softly. You groan, feeling a little more human but mostly still mush.
His fingers twitch and your face flushes—his large hand covers the softness of your lower belly, thumb gently brushing your skin. You were holding his wrist, very obviously not wanting him to move even in your sleep.
“What time is it?” you ask. You finally release him and move your hand to your stomach, resting it over his—still hurts, though not nearly as bad as before. Could’ve been the medicine, but you suspected it had to do with a certain someone as well.
You roll over so that you're facing him, squished together on your small couch. He doesn't seem to mind and wraps his arms securely around you, pulling you snug against his form.
“It’s close to 1 a.m., you haven’t been sleeping very long,” Jongho says, rubbing your arm. “How are you feeling? Need more medicine?”
You shake your head.
“It’s better now,” you say with a shy smile. Jongho smiles back, so cutely that you have to lean forward and kiss him. You move your hands to either side of his face.
He sighs against your mouth and hugs you tight, pulling back just enough that your noses are still touching.
“Wanna go to bed?” he asks, stealing another chaste kiss. He moves his hands down to your lower back, fingers firm yet gentle as he massages either side of your spine. You nearly melt with relief, moaning as you tuck yourself against him.
“No. Don’t wanna move. Feels good,” you mumble. Jongho hums a laugh. You rest for a few seconds until he begins to sit up. You grab his hoodie for purchase until he stands, smoothly lifting you up bridal style and adjusting you in his arms. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and cling to him, pouting at the sudden disruption.
When you open your mouth to protest, he kisses you, using soft lips to steal whatever complaints you may have wanted to file.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to your cheek as he speaks. “Let's go to bed."
You could feel the energy of the crowd even from where you stood backstage. The power of ATEEZ's performance radiated through the venue. It was a special night, not just because of the concert, but because your daughter, Nari, was here to see Jongho perform for the first time. You held her hand, her excitement radiating off of her as she waited for the moment she could finally see him.
The massive headphones she wore to protect her ears were slightly too big, bouncing on her head as she danced along to the songs. Her tiny frame was a whirlwind of energy, her movements uninhibited and joyful. Every beat of the drum seemed to echo in her steps, and you couldn't help but smile at her pure, unfiltered happiness.
When Jongho stepped forward to perform Everything, you saw Nari's excitement shift to awe. She stood still, her eyes wide and fixed on her spotlit father as he sang with all the emotion and power that he was known for. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she reached for your hand, squeezing it tightly. Even if the emotions were too big for her to fully grasp, she felt it deep down. You could see how much the song meant to her, how it connected her to her father in a way words couldn't.
As the first chorus ended, you noticed Nari starting to fidget. Her attention began to waver, and she tugged on your hand. "Mommy, can I go play with Uncle San and Uncle Wooyoung?"
You turned around and saw San and Wooyoung waving at Nari, their faces lit up with playful smiles. You nodded, giving her a gentle push towards them. "Go ahead, little star. Have fun."
Nari darted off, her little legs carrying her swiftly to her uncles. San scooped her up, twirling her around and making her giggle. Wooyoung joined in, pulling funny faces and keeping her entertained.
You turned back to the stage, letting yourself fully immerse in Jongho's performance. His voice, rich and perfect, captivated you. Each note resonated with the depth of the lyrics, and you felt tears prick at your eyes. This was a side of him that not everyone got to see, and you cherished these moments when his passion shone so brightly.
As the song came to an end, Jongho's gaze swept over the crowd before turning to you. His eyes softened when he saw your tear-streaked face, and he gave you a small, reassuring smile. It was a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, filled with love and a sense of togetherness.
After the concert, the energy backstage was electric. You saw Jongho sprinting towards you, his eyes lighting up with pure joy as he scooped Nari into his arms, twirling her around despite the exhaustion from his performance.
"Daddy!" she squealed, her laughter a sweet melody amidst the chaos of the backstage crew.
Jongho hugged her tightly, his smile wide and genuine. "Did you enjoy the show, my little star?"
She nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining. "You did so good, Daddy! I loved every song!"
Jongho's eyes met yours, his need for you evident. He reached out with his free hand, pulling you into the embrace. "I'm so glad you both were here," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth.
Then, without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed you softly. The kiss was soft and full of love, a moment that connected the three of you in a way that words couldn't express.
"Eww!" Nari exclaimed, her face scrunching up in disgust as she tried to force your faces apart. "Mommy, Daddy, no kissing!" She shouted and quickly kicked free from Jongho's hold to run off to find San, who was, of course, waiting with open arms.
You and Jongho shared a laugh, watching as Nari darted around San, dodging his hugs. He finally caught her and lifted her onto his shoulders, spinning around and making her giggle even more.
"Are you ready to head to the hotel?" Jongho whispered, his voice thick with desire.
You nodded. "Let's get Nari."
Rallying Nari proved to be an adventure in itself. She used all of her uncles as shields, darting between Seonghwa's legs before being scooped up by Wooyoung only to be passed to Hongjoong. Her giggles filled the room as he tickled her. She wriggled free from him and then ran towards Yunho, who urged her on with enthusiastic cheers.
Just as she was about to reach him, Mingi intercepted her, lifting her and flying her around the room like an airplane. "Whee! Where's Nari going to land?" he called out, making airplane noises as Nari squealed in delight.
"Mingi Airport, ready for landing!" Yunho announced, catching Nari as Mingi gently set her down. She hugged Yunho tightly, wrapping her little arms around his neck as much as she could. "Uncle Yunho, I'm tired," she yawned.
Suddenly, Yeosang emerged. "Rawr! I'm the tickle monster!" he growled playfully, his hands making clawing motions.
Nari's eyes widened, and she let out a shriek, running as fast as her little legs could carry her straight into Jongho's arms. "Daddy, save me!" she shouted playfully, clinging to him.
Jongho caught her, lifting her up and cradling her close. "Don't worry, Daddy's got you. No tickle monsters here," he reassured her, kissing her forehead.
Fully exhausted now, Nari yawned and snuggled into Jongho's chest, her energy finally spent. You shared a smile with Jongho, feeling a wave of tenderness wash over you.
"Let's get you to bed, little star," you said softly, reaching out to stroke Nari's hair.
Back at the hotel, the mood began to shift. Nari, who had slept the whole drive, was wide awake now, and you could see the sadness creeping into her eyes as she realized she'd have to say goodbye to Jongho tomorrow so he could tour. Jongho noticed it too, and he gently set her down on the bed, kneeling in front of her.
"Hey, little star, what's wrong?" he asked softly, brushing a stray tear from her cheek.
"I don't want to say goodbye, Daddy," she murmured, her voice small and filled with emotion. "I want to stay with you and Uncle San, and Uncle Yunho, and Uncle..." she sniffed, too sad to continue her list.
Jongho pulled her into a tight hug, his eyes closing as he held her close. "I know, baby. I don't want to say goodbye either. But I promise I'll be back soon, and then we can all have so much fun together, okay?"
Nari sniffled against his shoulder. "Are you mad because I didn't listen to Mommy? I'm sorry Daddy. I'll hold her hand when we cross the street every time. Please stay," she sobbed.
"Nari, little star, Daddy isn't leaving because you were bad. You're my perfect girl," he promised. "You know how people were watching Daddy sing?"
She nodded, sucking her thumb like she always did when she was anxious.
"Daddy just has to go sing for more people with your uncles to make them happy. But then Daddy will come back home. And Mommy is bringing you to a couple more shows so you can see everyone again."
You sat down beside them, wrapping an arm around Jongho and resting your hand on Nari's back. "And Mommy will be home with you," you reminded her. "We can call Daddy every night."
"Promise?" she asked.
Jongho nodded. "I promise. I can even read you a bedtime story."
Nari's eyes lit up a little at the suggestion. "Can you read one now? With the funny voices, Daddy?"
Jongho chuckled, wiping away her tears. "Of course, I can little star. Come on, let's get you ready for bed first."
You helped Nari change into her pajamas and brush her teeth while Jongho picked out her favorite storybook. Once she was tucked into bed, he settled down beside her, opening the book and clearing his throat dramatically.
"The brave princess set out on her grand adventure..." Jongho began, his voice shifting into a high-pitched tone to do the princess's voice. Nari giggled, her earlier sadness momentarily forgotten.
As the story progressed, Jongho switched between silly voices for the different characters, making exaggerated faces and gestures that had Nari squealing with laughter. You watched them, your heart swelling at the sight. Jongho had a unique way of connecting with Nari, his playful nature balancing perfectly with his nurturing side. You felt so lucky to have him.
By the time the story ended, Nari was fighting to keep her eyes open, her laughter giving way to yawns. Jongho kissed her forehead and whispered, "Goodnight, my little star. Sweet dreams."
Nari mumbled sleepily, "Goodnight, Daddy. I love you."
Jongho smiled, his eyes glistening. "I love you too, Nari. More than anything."
You both stayed by her side until she drifted off to sleep, her breathing steady and peaceful. Jongho gently got up from the bed, taking your hand and leading you to the adjoining room. You could see the weight of the impending goodbye in his eyes.
In the quiet of the hotel room, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. "She loves you so much," you whispered, your voice nearly cracking. Tour was always hard on her.
"I know," Jongho replied softly, his voice tinged with sadness. "And I love her. I hate having to leave."
You nodded, understanding the struggle. "We'll be here when you come back."
Jongho kissed you gently. "Thank you. For everything."
"It's your dream Jongho. You don't have to thank me for being lucky enough to watch you achieve it."
He shook his head, unwilling to let you go without the praise. "You have to sacrifice so much when I'm gone...just let me tell you thank you."
"I prefer you show me how thankful you are," you muttered, your tone switching the mood.
"Oh I'll show you," he replied, his voice desperate. "I'll show you all night long."
Jongho is trying to convince himself he doesn't love you anymore, but the universe simply doesn't let him.
At first he was broken hearted. The moment he realised you wouldn't reciprocate his feelings, when he finally understood you couldn't be together, he felt his world breaking down a bit. But he had to come to terms with it. And he thought he was accepting it.
But year after year there you were again. Every single time he thought his feelings for you were slowly dying you showed up just to prove him wrong. It didn't matter how: maybe he came across your mother in the street, maybe he saw someone a little bit too much like you on the subway, maybe his friends mentioned you for a fraction of a second. Just the smallest thought of you was enough to make his heart feel better.
It gets worse, or better, every time. And when he is in a cafe and he hears the barista call your name, he lifts his head up just because. But he sees you. And for God, you are still as beautiful as you were before. And, by the way you looked at him just now, you still remember him. And he still most definitely still loves you, even after all this time.
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i’m ngl the teaser pics got me thinking of prince jongho who seems so elegant and composed in public but so awkward and flustered to u behind the scenes but only cause he doesn’t know how to express his emotions for u properly i can’t *head in hands sobbing*
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prince!jongho tries to keep the smile on his face pleasant as the princesses surround him with questions. when one asks him what he is wearing to the ball later that night, he answers, "blue, perhaps." curt and to the point, he gives another small smile before excusing himself.
amused, you hear the princesses cooing amongst themselves about how handsome, dashing and dreamy prince jongho is. "i'm going to wear blue tonight so i match him, and maybe he will ask me for the first dance," one says. "not if he doesn't pick me first. i'm going to wear blue too," another argues back.
you round the corner where you last saw jongho dash off to, only to catch him whirl around in panic, thinking the group of hyenas have caught him, and pretend to blend in with the curtains. except he is currently wearing a black suit. and the curtains are a pristine white.
"not a very clever hiding spot, don't you think, prince jongho?" at the sound of your voice, he turns around, panic subduing before morphing into embarrassment. his eyes crinkle as he gives you a gummy chuckle, scratching the back of his neck with a hand. he nervously asks what you are wearing, and you tell him that you will probably wear that red dress you haven't touched since you bought it last year.
later that night at the ball, when you are milling around a table of refreshments donning your beautiful red dress, you hear someone softly clearing their throat, "may i have your first dance?" prince jongho stands before you and you take in an involuntary breath. jongho is handsome, dashing and dreamy indeed. but to you, he is better encapsulated by his bumbling goofiness and shy endearment.
for prince jongho is not wearing blue, but a red suit to match your dress.
inspired by the pictures he posted on twitter today
i feel like he would be the one to wake up first.
likes watching you sleep for a few minutes. he thinks you're adorable, puffy cheeks and messy hair included
when he finally does wake you, it's with a gentle touch to your shoulder, shaking it until you open your eyes.
"hey beautiful"
always waits until you're fully out of bed before he gets up too, just to make sure you don't accidentally fall back asleep.
once you've both brushed your teeth, he'll kiss you softly. likes to hold your face in his hands. probably pinches your cheek after.
sometimes you'll cook breakfast together, especially on weekends, but other days you'll settle for a bowl of cereal or toast. but regardless of what you choose, you always eat together.
he sticks by you a Lot in the morning, not exactly clingy, but he just sort of hovers because he likes being close to you and wants to spend as much time together as possible before you both have to leave.
always insists you take a picture together in front of your hallway mirror (he says it's so you can show off your outfits but really it's so he has plenty of pictures of the two of you that he can look at whenever he's missing you a lot)
always says "i love you" before leaving, usually paired with a short kiss
In the magical embrace of the evening, Jongho extended a charming invitation for a special date, urging me to don elegant attire. As nightfall enveloped us, he arrived at my doorstep, a vision of sophistication in a suit with a long jacket, setting the stage for an enchanting night.
Our destination, a restaurant reminiscent of a scene from a romance drama, beckoned with candlelight and a palpable sensual ambiance. Over a delightful dinner, our conversation flowed effortlessly, creating an intimate backdrop to our budding connection.
Post-dinner, we strolled hand in hand through the night, reluctant to let the enchanting evening come to an end. An unexpected twist led us to an arcade, and with playful enthusiasm, I convinced Jongho to join in the lighthearted fun. Despite our attire standing out in the vibrant setting, laughter echoed through the arcade, creating unforgettable moments.
As we explored the arcade, we stumbled upon a photo booth. Our fancy clothes became the backdrop for a series of captured memories. Jongho, with his charming spontaneity, pulled me onto his lap for a cozy embrace, pressing our cheeks together for a final, adorable snapshot.
The night unfolded with an arcade adventure and laughter, creating an indelible memory.
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ohhhhh, nonnie, i'm in love with this!! i can see it all so clearly ;~;
he'd be so sweet to you all night, his hand at the small of your back as he guided you through the restaurant. his eyes would absolutely shine with adoration when he sees you, quiet affection choking him up for a moment.
he'd be absolutely bewildered when you ended up at the arcade, but you'd get your first peek of that precious, gummy smile as he agrees. he'd be absolutely beaming, laughing with and jeering at you as you compete against each other. in stark contrast, if you find a game you play together, he's cheering you on just as hard as he picked on you.
oh, and he will be winning you a plushie from either the claw machine or your joint tickets by the end of the night.
