#pd101 jihoon

[ukulelewrites]

A Fanta-Sea

A/N: tagging @smols-n-tols bc they’re probably gonna be the ones naming this fic lmAo

Pairing: Wanna One’s Jihoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff (I’m actually getting the hang of it #bless)

Word Count: Roughly 1k

Summary: You, a rookie idol, have a chance encounter with Wanna One’s Park Jihoon, the boy that nae maeum seoge jeojang’d into your heart, in front of a vending machine backstage at M!Countdown.

You were walking down the hallways of the backstage area of M!Countdown with your group, MeloNic, trying to find your dressing room. Your leader, Hani, led the way through the bustling hallway and the remaining six of you followed suit, bowing to the sunbaes you passed by. “How much further are we going to walk? Heels are not the ideal shoes to be walking in,” the group’s maknae, Soorim, complained loudly from the back of the line. Hani shot her a quick glare before returning her attention back to the walls to find the small sign that indicated your dressing room. Hani then stopped abruptly in front of a door, causing you to bump into her, which caused the rest of your group members to just collide into you. 

“You know Hani, maybe the graceful royalty concept wasn’t such a great idea,” you muttered as you assessed the looks coming from the other groups standing in the hallway. “It doesn’t matter now, just get in the room, kids,” she said, once again, leading the way.

You were sprawled on the couch of the dressing room waiting for your members to finish up hair and make-up. A sense of boredom quickly overcame you as Soorim asks the stylist, once again, to redo her braid. “Hani, I’m gonna go to the water fountain,” you shouted over the ruckus of your other members before leaving the room. You found yourself aimlessly wandering the hallway until you reached the vending machine, looking longingly at the soda inside of it; you figured that one soda wouldn’t warrant a harsh scolding from your manager. However, as you were rummaging through your pockets, you realized you left your cash inside your bag, which was all the way back inside the dressing room. 

You let out a huff and proceeded to kick the machine until you heard a voice call out from behind you, “Uh, do you need some spare change?” You turned around to find yourself standing face to face with Wanna One’s Park Jihoon. Your eyes widened; it was common knowledge to your members and your fans that you happened to be a fan of Jihoon since the moment he “nae maeum seoge jeojang’d” into your heart, and it was common knowledge to everyone how obvious you made it known you were a fan of him. You prayed to God he didn’t have any free time to watch last week’s episode of Weekly Idol.

“Welcome to the show everyone, MeloNic!” Doni and Coni exclaimed before you and your group ran out onto the set. 

Hani counted, “1, 2, 3,” and the rest of you completed the greeting, “Me~ Lo~ Nic~ Hello everyone, we’re MeloNic!” 

Doni and Coni clapped for you guys before commenting, “That harmony in your introduction was nice, does that have to do something with your name?” 

As the good rookies you guys were, you nodded eagerly before Hani explained, “MeloNic comes from the combination of the words ‘melody’ and ‘harmonic’ which means that we wish to show you our perfect melody while working in harmony!” 

Fast forward to the profile rewriting time, and Doni commented on your profile, “It says here you’re a big fan of Wanna One’s Park Jihoon, care to elaborate on that?” You blushed at the mention of his name and slapped Soorim on the arm because you knew it was her that wrote such an incriminating fact on your profile. 

“Wannables, please do not misunderstand, I just admire the fact he is able to adapt so well to different concepts on stage, please do not misinterpret my admiration for something else,” you said, going through the generalized statement your company gave you the moment they found out you made your opinion public. 

However, Doni and Coni were not having it, “How about you send a video message to Jihoon? With aegyo, please!” Your members instantly cringed at the word “aegyo,” but Hani nudged your arm, telling you to do as you were said. 

A shy smile crept across your face as you began your message, “Uh, hello Jihoon-sunbaenim, I hope you’re healthy and well, I’m listening to Wanna One’s song well, and it’s ver-” 

Doni and Coni stopped you, “Sola, with aegyo, emphasis on aegyo. Try calling him ‘oppa’” You stared at them in horror; your group will be cast away to nugudom because of you. You tried protesting, but Hani nudged your arm. 

You pouted at your leader before turning towards the camera again, “Jihoon-oppa, neo maeum seoge jeojang!” You even did the little hand symbol with the alternating winks, just to give them the satisfactory video call they wanted. 

Coni stood up and clapped, “Beautiful, did you get that? Jihoon better watch this week’s episode!” You sunk lower into your seat.

“Uh, h-hello Jihoon-sunbaenim, uh, hello I a-am MeloNic’s main dancer, Sola,” you even bowed a perfect 90 degrees just so he couldn’t see your red cheeks. 

“Yeah, I saw you guys perform your new song on Inkigayo last week. ‘White Knight’ right? That’s what your comeback title is called right?” he was in front of the vending machine now, pondering over his options. 

“Uh yeah, it’s called ‘White Knight,’” you applauded yourself for not stuttering this time. 

Jihoon had inserted a bill at this point, “Yeah, your dance break at 2:30 is pretty cool.” You turned to him in shock, 2:30 was a fan dubbed name for your dance solo; the fact Jihoon knew the timing of it piqued your interests. 

“H-how did you know I have a dance break at exactly 2:30 in the song?” you asked. 

He pulled out two drinks from the machine, “Well, you see here, I was in the dorm one day watching Weekly Idol, and suddenly there was a video call directed towards me. Now after watching this adorable idol do aegyo just for me, I had to check them out. I just happened to become a fan for the group in the process, specifically their main dancer, and I am now proud to call myself a Melon.” 

You giggled at the way he unabashedly called himself a Melon, your group’s fans’ name, and blushed at the thought of Jihoon, the Park Jihoon, the nation’s wink fairy, being a fan of you. “T-thank you sunbaenim,” you bowed again, mainly to hide the reddening of your cheeks. 

“No problem, Sola, anyways, here’s your favorite soda as stated in your V-live from Sunday.” He handed you the can and walked away. You, still recovering from the encounter, stayed rooted in place, until you noticed something stuck to the bottom of the can. You flipped it over to find a sticky note that said, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Sola! I became a Melon overnight, and I’ve always wanted to talk to you. If you want, text me at xxx-xxxx, hope you enjoy the soda!” You smiled at the note and pocketed it, making a mental note of the soda Jihoon got for himself from the vending machine.

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Something in the Silence

The white noise was enough to go crazy, the world was silent, your eyes focused on the lips of the person you were walking next to. It was a curse, you remember hearing perfectly fine until you were fifteen, then nothing, not even a murmur could be heard. Almost three years of silence, it was horrible, but you had to live with it. A world of silence, it was horrifying. It felt like a curse to you, but others saw it as fate. You still remember the talk your parents had with you, shortly before you lost your hearing. About soulmates and fate and how something different happens each time, you lose something and gain it back once you meet them, or you’ll gain something and lose it when you meet them.

The story of how your parents met was something always on your mind, they lost their vision; however, luckily it wasn’t for long, about a month later their hands met while on the street, and all was restored. Obviously, a storybook ending, the two had been married for thirty-four, going on thirty-five years. The story of how your mother’s parents met was something you had heard before also. A ribbon only the two of them could see was tied to their wrist, connecting the two. And your father’s parents having the ability to write something and it would show up on the other’s arm. You wished you could have a simplistic sign, something that couldn’t possibly cause your death, that would be nice.

You gasped, as your friend you were walking aside pulled you back. They keeping you from being hit by a speeding police car going down the road, you were unable to hear its siren as the person drove along. People say when you lose one sense, the others enhance themselves to make up for it, but you just thought that was bullshit, since yours didn’t. You were screwed from fate, that’s the only explanation for it, the only one. Luckily the rest of your trip was uneventful, and you easily got to school unharmed.

The day passed by, boring as usual, even with being unable to hear the monotone voice of the instructors, you knew it was boring. You wished it was something else taken. Anything but your hearing, it made your life more dangerous than it was before and you weren’t exactly the most elegant person in general. But you did have to say, at least you weren’t like your parents, at least that.

Walking home from school was always a dangerous task for you. Being unable to hear the traffic or just anything, so the beggars asking for money and the crossing guard yelling fell on deaf ears. Others could text while walking, they could read while walking, they could be distracted and rely on their hearing; something you wish you could do. You should have been paying attention, you should have been diligently watching around, but you weren’t, instead stuck in your daydream world. You didn’t notice the light turn green, as you started to step out into the crosswalk.

He yelled a warning to you, which you didn’t hear, fuming over the dumb person about to step into traffic he rushed towards you. It didn’t take him long to rush from the doorway on the convenience store to where you stood. Complaints from people he pushed away to do something falling on deaf ears.

You felt a hand grabbing your arm,  gasping as you felt someone pulling you against their chest, just as a car sped by. Unknown to you, the boy started to rant, repeatedly calling you a stupid person and an idiot among things. Then his hands moved from your arms, turning you around, angered he got no reply, but it wasn’t like he could hear the reply you had anyways.

As you turned, his hands moving from your arms to your waist, you found your breath caught in your throat as you looked at him. Like okay, one he was beautiful, like too beautiful, and two as you locked eyes with him something happened. As you gazed into his eyes, you could suddenly hear the rushing sound of tires against pavement and the sound of chattering people all around.

“What kind of idiot are you to be walking out in front of traffic, don’t you know how easily something could have happened? You could have easily been killed, but you in your own little world, you aren’t even listening to what I’m saying are you. I wouldn’t be surprised that such a stupid person like you was ignoring me, even after I saved your damn life.” He ranted, getting more and more angered by the moment. He usually wasn’t this easily angered, but something about how carelessly you ignored his warnings, angered him.

You stood, staring up at him, in shock. That was when your parents words came back to you, ‘your hearing will return when you meet your soulmate’. Your soulmate, you didn’t expect this, you didn’t expect this guy who was calling you a stupid person and idiot would be the one to bring it back. “I can hear you.” You softly murmured before whispering it to yourself a few more times. “I can finally hear.” You whispered, staring up at the boy, still shocked.

Your lack of a response had taken him aback, but that’s when he realized something himself. He could hear the roar of the street, the talking of the people, something he had lived without for years, he could hear again. Most of all, he could hear you, your murmuring and whispering sounding like music to his ears.

You could both hear, you weren’t ignoring him earlier, you just couldn’t hear anything. At that moment he started feeling like an asshole, embarrassed for ranting and yelling at you like that, when you couldn’t have heard anything to start with. A light red blush covered his cheeks, as he stared down at you, his hand coming up, caressing your cheek. “I’m Jihoon.” He murmured, just before you told him your name. “So you’re my soulmate, I guess.” He said, just for you to reply with a nod, as the two of you still stood on the edge of the sidewalk, unwilling to move. 

[donghans-moved]

things that makes me smile: donghan and jihoon’s friendship

[woojinie]

Expectation vs reality pt.1/ pt.2/ pt.3/ pt.4

[weishenlucas]

first place for visual center is: Park Jihoon

[woojinie]

Expectation vs reality pt.1/ pt.2/ pt.3/ pt.4

[donghans-moved]

jihoon and hyunmin being cuties + a double iconic wink™