Under Your Protection | Military!Woozi x Reader | fluff
The evening air was warm, carrying the familiar scent of grilled meat from the Korean BBQ restaurant Y/N stood in front of. The small place was located only a few minutes away from the military base, making it a popular spot for soldiers whenever they were allowed to leave.
She glanced down at her phone.
Jihoon ❤️
Sorry. Running a little late. Give me fifteen minutes.
A smile tugged at her lips.
Fifteen minutes.
After surviving months of military service and long-distance calls, fifteen minutes felt like nothing.
She slipped her phone back into her purse and looked around the busy street. Couples walked past hand in hand. Friends laughed together. Cars rolled by under the golden glow of the streetlights.
"Excuse me."
Y/N turned her head.
A man stood beside her. He looked to be around her age.
"You're waiting alone?" he asked with a smile.
"Oh, no. I'm meeting someone."
The smile remained on his face.
"Then I can keep you company until they arrive."
Y/N laughed awkwardly.
"No, thank you."
Most people would have taken the hint. Unfortunately, he wasn't most people.
"Come on. It'll only be a few minutes."
"I'm okay."
"You don't seem okay. You look bored."
She shifted uncomfortably.
"I'm really not interested."
The man stepped closer.
"Why not? I'm just trying to be nice."
The uncomfortable feeling in her stomach grew immediately. People always said women should simply say no. The problem was that sometimes no wasn't enough.
"I have a fiancé."
The man scoffed.
"Then where is he?"
Y/N's jaw tightened.
"On his way."
"Sure."
He clearly didn't believe her. Instead of leaving, he moved even closer. Close enough that she took a step back.
"How about you give me your number anyway?"
"No."
"Just one drink."
"No."
"Why are you acting like—"
"Is there a problem?"
The voice froze both of them instantly. Y/N's head snapped toward the source. And there he was. Lee Jihoon. The military uniform fit him perfectly.
The dark fabric hugged his frame neatly. His posture was straight, shoulders broad, expression unreadable. For a second, Y/N completely forgot about the stranger.
Because wow. The uniform.
The man beside her noticed it too.
More specifically the military uniform. His confidence immediately disappeared.
Jihoon walked toward them calmly. Not rushing. Not yelling. Just approaching with an expression that made it clear he wasn't in the mood for games.
The stranger cleared his throat.
"I was just talking."
Jihoon's eyes moved briefly toward Y/N. Checking if she was okay.
Then back to the man.
"She said no."
His voice was calm.
The kind of calm that somehow felt more intimidating than shouting.
The stranger shifted awkwardly.
"Right."
A beat passed. Then another. Finally the man mumbled something under his breath and quickly walked away.
Jihoon watched him leave before turning to Y/N. The serious look vanished almost immediately.
"You okay?"
Y/N blinked.
Then smiled.
"I'm okay."
His shoulders relaxed.
"Good."
For a moment neither of them moved. Then Y/N looked him up and down. Jihoon narrowed his eyes.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing."
"You're staring."
"I'm just appreciating the view."
The tips of his ears immediately turned pink.
"Stop."
"I'm serious."
"Y/N."
She grinned.
"The uniform looks really good on you."
He sighed.
"You got harassed and that's your takeaway?"
"Yes."
Jihoon looked like he regretted showing up. Y/N laughed and slipped her hand into his.
"Come on. Let's eat."
The restaurant was warm and crowded. They were seated in a small booth near the corner. Almost immediately Jihoon took control of the grill. As expected. Y/N hadn't touched a single piece of meat before he was already cooking. He flipped slices expertly. Cut them into smaller pieces. Made sure nothing burned. Then transferred the best pieces directly onto her plate. Without hesitation. Like it was second nature.
Y/N watched him for a moment.
"You know."
"Hm?"
"You act like an old married man."
Jihoon didn't even look up.
"Eat."
"There it is."
"What?"
"The husband behavior."
He rolled his eyes.
Yet another piece of meat landed on her plate.
"Jihoon."
"What."
"I can feed myself."
"I know."
"Then why are you feeding me?"
"Because you'll forget to eat if nobody reminds you."
Y/N opened her mouth to argue. Then immediately closed it. Because unfortunately he wasn't wrong.
Jihoon's lips twitched.
"Exactly."
She pointed accusingly at him.
"You're enjoying this."
"A little."
The conversation drifted naturally after that. They talked about his unit. About the members. About things happening back home. About absolutely nothing. The kind of conversation that only happened when two people already knew each other completely.
At one point Y/N leaned her chin into her hand.
"So."
Jihoon immediately looked suspicious.
"What."
"I liked seeing you jealous."
"I wasn't jealous."
"Protective then."
"I wasn't protective."
"You literally appeared out of nowhere like some drama protagonist."
"I walked here."
"You scared him."
"He scared himself."
Y/N burst out laughing.
Jihoon tried to remain serious. Failed. A small smile appeared.
"There it is."
"There what is?"
"The smile."
He immediately looked away.
Y/N's grin widened.
"I knew you liked it."
"Liked what?"
"Me complimenting the uniform."
Jihoon nearly choked on his drink.
She laughed so hard she had to grab the table.
"You absolutely liked it."
"I didn't."
"You did."
"You looked happy."
"I was not happy."
"You were."
Jihoon sighed dramatically. Then muttered, "Maybe a little."
Y/N gasped. "A confession."
"Don't make me take it back."
Her heart melted instantly. God. She missed him. Missed this. Missed them.
The teasing slowly faded as the evening grew later. Their hands found each other across the table. Neither acknowledging it. Neither needing to.
The restaurant eventually emptied around them. Yet neither wanted to leave. Because every visit felt too short. Every goodbye came too quickly.
When they finally stepped outside, the city lights glittered above them. Jihoon's hand remained firmly intertwined with hers. The walk toward her hotel was quiet. Comfortable. The kind of silence built from years of love.
His gaze dropped to her left hand. To the ring. The engagement ring he had placed there shortly before enlistment. Without saying anything, he lifted her hand. Pressed a gentle kiss against her knuckle. Against the ring. His eyes softened. The playful expression was gone. Leaving only Jihoon. The man she loved. The man she would marry.
"Just a little longer," he said quietly.
Her chest tightened.
The remaining months. The waiting. The distance. It would all end eventually.
Y/N squeezed his hand.
"I know."
A small smile appeared on his lips. Then he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against her forehead.
Summary - The one where your love language is physical touch, and your boyfriend hates touch.
Tags: Lee Jihoon x (dramatic) f.reader, fluff, established relationship au
Warnings: none for now
Word Count: 2.5k
A's Note: I love this kind of themes as my love language is also touch. I am going to write more of this since I can't get enough of it. Click here for part 2.
The table gets rowdier, the drinks sloshes out of the glasses, chopsticks clanking against the steel bowls and plates. To confess you are a little disappointed. You poke the meat on your bowl of rice with the chopsticks, resting your cheek on your propped up palm.
Jihyun, your friend, realises the distress consuming you gives a nudge to your knee. “It’s okay.”
You nod, eating the meat, watching your boyfriend from the corner of your eye. Jihoon is diligently chewing on his food, eyes on his friends who are singing and dancing. Your relation with him sprouted one month ago, shy confessions exchanged at a corner table in diner. What you thought a love confession would end with a fiery kiss, at least at your flat if not for the wonky diner, but he just dropped you home with a soft smile and a good night.
Jihoon isn’t big on physical touch or sweet words—the exact opposite to you. Opposites attract, they do, you were pulled in for his calm demeanour and handling issues with chill where you would be wreaking havoc for even a minor disruption. What they don’t say is that extreme opposites also can’t gel well.
Soonyoung, one of his friends, stumbles towards your boyfriend looping his arm around his shoulder only to get shoved off. He just laughs off at his friend’s disgust, and swallows him in a hug. He skips away before Jihoon can kill him with chopsticks.
You avert your eyes to your friend who nods in compassion. You lean your cheek on her shoulder, kicking the floor under the table. He is supposed to sit beside you and not away. He is supposed to be holding your hand and you shouldn’t be seeking support from your friend. You should be kissing and not be scared of getting shoved away.
A sigh escapes your lips watching your man, he is fucking hot. The cat eyes are sharp enough to catch every single movement, his pink lips are your favourite out of all, if only you could get a minute with them. His column of neck haunts your dreams leaving you gasping for air. His broad and thick shoulders, and his chest are the root cause of your despair. So close yet so far.
His gaze flits from his friends’ mischief to yours. You feel your heart in your throat getting pink under his attention. He watches your friend patting your head as you nuzzle closer into her.
“Do you want some alcohol?” She whispers in your ear to make sure you hear her over the Dokyeom’s high pitch voice.
You muffle a no, sadness taking over you as Jihoon is back to his phone, typing away. Just in case, like with a tiny little hope you check your phone to see his messages. None. An ache starts in your chest, it’s familiar to you as you recognise it from the time you had a one sided crush on him, and watching him converse with other girls (no smile, short answers but still).
“Need to pee.” You inform your friend before retrieving yourself from her warm embrace and bee line to the washroom.
You look into the mirror hung over the sink, washing your hands, mumbling some encouraging words and affirming yourself that he still likes you or else why would you two are still dating? He wouldn’t have invited you at all to this dinner, even if it was supposed to be your first date kind of thing.
You open the door once you dry off your hands and stumble a step watching Jihoon leaning against a wall scrolling on his phone. You turn around to go back into the washroom before you catch yourself and remember he is your boyfriend.
At the click of the door Jihoon looks up from his phone, a small smile on his lips. “Done?”
You nod, confused. “You can go in,” you move aside, giving him space to use the washroom.
“Nah,” he pockets his phone, “let’s go.”
He is already walking ahead not even looking back at you to see if you are coming or not. The restaurant is getting busier, all the tables are occupied with waiters and customers walking everywhere. You follow behind him, admiring his work outfit, black trouser pants and white button up shirt, sitting perfectly on his body outlining his definite shape.
A tipsy man in his fifties is laughing and talking to himself is going on his way to what you assume to be the washroom when he suddenly barks out a laugh, crashing into—Jihoon.
Jihoon is before you even before that man can knock into you. You blink at the tipsy man mumbling an apology to Jihoon and Jihoon giving a curt nod. He looks over his shoulder, “okay?”
You hum, crushing down the need to lace your arms around his waist and hide from the world behind his broad shoulders. He leads you to the table, his hands in his pockets, the long black hair strands swaying slightly with his authoritative steps.
You squeal inside, oh god why god, he is so sexy.
He sits on his chair and you dejectedly occupy the empty chair beside your friend. The night is spent with disappointment and the need to feel his warmth.
—
If you agree to Jihoon’s invitation one more time you will just fling yourself out of the window. The karaoke’s dancing lights mess with your head, Soonyoung’s melodic voice goes beyond sometimes with his enthusiasm, your ears aching. Jihyun is again at your side, offering comfort while Jihoon sat on the opposite side bench.
“Why does he invite me to all of this and not talk?” You whisper-yell to your best friend. “Maybe I should just go home.”
She gives you an aw, my poor baby expression and pats your head. To drool more at your boyfriend’s biceps and firm chest under his office shirt, you look in his direction again. Only, he is missing at his spot. Your heart sinks to your stomach, did he leave?
“Jihoon isn’t—” you pause midway, your mind stops processing when he, the man of your thoughts, sits next to you, shoving a drunk Dokyeom aside.
Jihoon smiles at you, his eyes doing that cat thing again. Not only sending your mind into a ruckus but also messing with your heart. His subtle scent infiltrates your senses, you lick your lips dropping your head to your lap.
Jihyun, a traitor under the ruse of a friend, exits towards the washroom. You are nervous, the ac is on full blast, you were feeling cold just seconds prior and now your neck is sweaty. You wanted, no, needed, his attention, and when he is sitting next to you fulfilling your wish you are as good as a scaredy cat.
Jihoon relaxes, stretching his legs and resting his arm on the ledge of the couch and around your shoulder. His arm brushing your skin whenever you fidget in your seat. You suck in a deep breath, butterflies swarming in your stomach at the proximity, and messing with your head.
Soonyoung is belting out a sad song like he is fresh out of a break up, while his girlfriend claps to the beat with starry eyes. Jihoon and you listen to whatever crap his friend circle is sprouting, pretending to be attentive to their drunken words and laughter when, in reality, you are aware of Jihoon’s finger tapping on the soft cushion, his fingers brushing your shoulder.
It is driving you to hell and beyond as you are big on giving and receiving love in physical form. And it’s the thing that had you going crazy from being unable to hold onto your boyfriend.
Jihoon has a small smile watching Dokyeom choking on a snack. Sadistic. Your stomach flutters. God, you need to get yourself checked. Dokyeom finally gets to breathe, looking at everyone with wide eyes and a hand on his neck.
You laugh, finding the whole ordeal entertaining, momentarily distracting from your troubles. Dokyeom chokes again, now on water sputtering it everywhere and you squeal, holding your stomach laughing your ass off, curling into the man beside you.
The stiffness underneath you has you stilling. You sneak a look at Jihoon, his lips are pursed into a thin line. An acidic taste sours your mouth, you mumble a sorry before you seperate yourself from him and maintain some space between you two.
Jihoon hates touch, you have seen how he shoves his friends away, how he walks with his hands folded and sees that no one is in his personal bubble. For fucks sake, he didn’t even kiss you, you being his girlfriend, the one who has every right (with consent) to touch, feel and hold.
Jihyun comes back from her washroom, frowning seeing the two of you sitting away from each other. She takes a seat on the other side of the room trying to give you the space and privacy you were craving with your boyfriend.
Now you aren’t sure if you want to be with him, not after how he reacted, his subtle rejection hurts. You make a move to go to your friend, Jihoon grabs your wrist. “Sit down.”
You frown. He adds, “please.”
He pats the space next to him telling you to sit with him. The strobe lights ache your head, the loud music and your friend circle’s loudness twists your stomach. Everyone’s having fun, except you. You are circling around Jihoon, throwing yourself in what ifs, and the fear of how you might accidentally cross your line. You did in the spur of the moment, something you couldn’t control, and you have seen the line between his eyebrows, and the press of his lips. The same distaste he has shown many times, but not to you. This isn’t how you planned your future with him.
Jihoon, perceptive of your moods and their meanings, leans into your ear whispering, “why did you want to leave?”
You clamp your hands together, knuckles pressed white, a shaky breath escaping your lips. You have to do it, you have to end this, you can’t continue living this way. “Jihoon,” you suck in a shaky breath, “we don’t match.” You gesture between you two with your finger, “we are so different.”
The unimpressed press of his lips is back, and you are scared. The cat eyes are sharp, observing each twitch in your face, the unshed tears, and he stands up, holding your hand. Surprised, you gaze at the contact, his firm grip on you shakes up the resolution in your heart. This is Jihoon, how can you go on living without him?
“Let’s go somewhere calm. Super song isn’t the right bgm for our scene.” Jihoon casually leads you outside, checking left and right, choosing to go right, and passing through the other loud karaoke rooms. In search of a quiet place, Jihoon is wandering, taking his time to find a place without people, and on the other side, you are stuck at watching how his hand slips from your wrist and slowly intertwines with your fingers, as if it fits only there, surrounded by you.
Did Jihoon initiate contact before? You are talking of ending your relationship and he is whistling while opening a broom closet. Jihoon is unpredictable. He closes the door behind you, darkness engulfing you both. He doesn’t turn on the light, and your eyes adjust to the darkness. The closet is tiny, Jihoon is resting on the opposite wall, and his body brushes against you whenever he moves.
“Why can’t we work out?” Jihoon asks, moving around to get you two comfortable, filling the dark room with the rustling of his dress shirt.
You lick your dry lips, snapping out of how firm his chest feels against yours. “We just don’t. You shouldn’t meet someone like me,” you throw your hand up, accidentally hitting his chest. God, what is he hiding in there? “You should go out and meet someone who is, who is prim and proper and someone that doesn’t have their mind full of filth.” You gasp, covering your mouth, shocked at yourself and the damn slippery mouth of yours.
Jihoon kills you with his silence. You groan, clutching your hair. This is the reason you shouldn’t communicate in person instead of sending a well framed and overthought text message. You should just blame the closeness, his hands next to your waist, leaning against your side of the wall instead of his’. How can one sane woman think in this situation?
“Since the reason is out, I’ll out myself.” You nervously chuckle to yourself. “Bye, Jihoon.” You think of giving a ninety degree bow, and realize you’ll probably headbutt him. You end with an awkward wave of hand.
“Bring your ass back here.” His words sent a shiver down your body. What?
You look over your shoulder, “what?”
He holds your shirt, pulling you back into his chest. “Where are you going?” His lips on your ear makes you grab onto his arm that’s around your waist.
“To like,” you whack your brain to formulate a good answer, “throw myself onto the road, and kiss the road as I go flying,” your mind, as expected, stopped working the moment Jihoon gives a tiny kiss on your ear followed by a low chuckle.
“I don’t want you to die,” the sudden saint to sinister Jihoon has you electrocuted, “I need to see you, be with you,” he grabs your waist slamming you back to him as you try to escape his arms, “touch you, and have filthy thoughts whenever I see you.”
You gasp, nails digging into his arm, “Jihoon,” you whimper, his lips drags across your neck, baring his teeth at the spot your shoulder meets neck, sinking his canines softly, but not quite biting. “You-you don’t like touch!”
He detaches his mouth, you whine turning around to look at him. “I don't? I didn’t know that.”
“You shove people away, you are ready to murder Soonyoung even if he breathes in your direction!” You flail your arms, “even a few minutes back when I was laughing and was all over you, you, like, glared at me. I can’t take it, I hate it when someone rejects my touch.”
“Ah,” he says, “is that why you wanted to break up.”
You nod, hitting his chin with your nose in the process. “Ah, it hurts.”
Jihoon sighs, “you could have talked it out with me instead of like breaking up with me.”
You pout, “how can I?”
“I am not big on physical touch,” he agrees, “and probably hate it when someone comes near me,” you take a step back but he pulls you into him, “but that doesn't mean I hate it with you. I never hated your touch, but instead,” he falters.
“Instead?” You ask with a bated breath.
“I crave it.” Jihoon slowly leads you to the wall, caging you between his arms, “when you were laughing, and were all over me, I was shocked,” his finger traces your face, from your temple to your chin slowly, ticklish. “I may not express it explicitly but I want only you to be in my space.”
His lips brush over yours, “no one else.” He presses them over your lips, wet and warm against your cold ones. You gasp, clutching onto his shirt, crumpling the fabric, his body is on yours, feeling all the hard ridges and the muscle.
timestamp drabble in which ... your boyfriend, jihoon, is home from a long day of practice and you just want him close.
𐙚pairing: idol!jihoon x gn!reader
𐙚content: fluff, established relationship, kissing, jihoon post-practice
𐙚word count: 625
a/n: my first post! i’ve had this wip in my notes for so long and finally managed to polish it up enough to feel okay about uploading it. (sorry, the use of present & past tense will not be consistent.)
late afternoon sun shone through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow across the adjacent living room walls. you laid on the couch, legs outstretched and covered with your favorite fleece blanket. it was a bit worn from many years of cuddling, but that made it more cozy.
too distracted by short-form cooking videos, you didn’t hear keys turning in the lock of the front door. only when the door slammed shut, were you startled from doomscrolling. you hear shuffling, presumably your boyfriend, jihoon, taking off his shoes and dropping off his bag in the entryway.
“i’m over here!” you call out. after shedding his shoes and jacket near the door, the next step in his routine was always to locate you. given that you shared a one-bedroom apartment, he typically was able to find you in under a minute.
you drop your phone to the side as he strides over to where you lay. cooking instructions continue to warble on muffled by the sofa cushions. as he's standing over you, hands stuffed into the pockets of black sweatpants, the familiar scent of him fills your nostrils—mostly sweat, any traces of his body soap or deodorant were long gone. he didn’t smell great, but it was a comfort all the same. after spending hours alone while jihoon worked, your favorite person was finally within arm's reach. "how long have you been laying here?"
"too long, probably," you admit with a shrug. “i sat down to watch a couple videos and now it’s-"
“after five in the evening,” he answers. jihoon knows on days that you don't work, you usually curl up with your phone and spend hours on the sofa. you then raise your arms, inviting him in for a hug. he leans down, placing a quick kiss to your lips. his long hair falls to the side of his face and tickles your cheeks. the warmth of your boyfriend’s plush, pink lips against your own makes your heart flutter—a sensation you've craved all day but is gone too quickly when he pulls back.
“wait, another one,” you protest before he has the chance to walk away. never denying you of affection, jihoon smiles and plants another kiss on your puckered lips. before the moment can end, you loop your arms around his neck, clasping your fingers. he stumbles, dropping his hands onto the couch on either side of your head.
“baby i’ll fall on you like this,” he lets out a raspy chuckle. his eyes trail over your face, noting the satisfaction--from your eyelashes brushing your cheeks to your closed-lipped smile.
“good,” you hum contentedly. in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to have your boyfriend as close to you as possible. his chest pressed to yours and his legs slotted between.
“but i’m sweaty from practice.” at his resistance, your eyelids flutter open and you're met with your favorite view. jihoon’s brown eyes gazing at you warmly, always accompanied a hint of a smirk, like he was charmed by your cuteness, by how much you wanted to be close.
“please, just a few minutes. i missed you today,” you pout, aware that he’s unable to resist your pouty lips and doe eyes. and what you’d said was true. though you'd been texting throughout the day, you missed the warmth and comfort of his physical presence.
“a few minutes,” jihoon relented. “then i have to shower.” the faint scent of your conditioner filled his nose as he snuggled further into your neck. though he would much rather be clean before holding you, jihoon couldn’t deny that he’d missed being in your arms like this as much as you did.
“yeah, you are kinda stinky,” you mumble and a laugh bubbles from your lips.
✎ᝰ.
(can you tell i miss woozi?)
if even one person enjoys this, then it was worth posting. thank you for reading ♡
a/n: i forgot how long writing 13 different scenarios takes T-T
seungcheol
after a long day of practice cheol entered your shared apartment late at night.
even though he was trying to be quiet you still heard the click of the front door and his fumbling around in the entryway. so you decided to get up and greet him.
“seungcheol?” you asked sleepily, rubbing your eyes as you walked out of your bedroom.
he was so taken aback by his name that he didn't even reply for a good 30 seconds.
“i'm sorry for being home late,” he frowned, “don't be mad.” he whined softly, thinking you were upset with him. why else would you use his full name?
you looked at him quizzically and slotted yourself in his arms, he seemed to relax significantly at your touch.
“i'm not mad, what makes you think that?” you questioned, looking at him with raised eyebrows.
“you called me seungcheol,” he pouted, “what happened to baby?” his pout intensified, his lip jutting out further.
you couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics, “i’m sorry, baby,” you teased, emphasizing the pet name, “i didn't know you liked it that much,” you cooed, putting your hands on his cheeks and smushing his face.
“don't tease me,” he grumbled, pretending to be upset, which just elicited another laugh from your end.
“fine, fine,” you said with your hands raised, mocking a surrender, “let's go to bed, baby, you've had a long day,” you suggested, pecking his lips and taking his hand to lead him to the bedroom.
jeonghan
you had been basking in jeonghan's company all day. it was a rare off-day for the idol and you spent every second possible with your boyfriend.
you were currently in one of your lulls of conversation, just sitting in comfortable silence on two different ends the couch while you both scrolled on your phones.
you saw a funny video while scrolling and knew your boyfriend would love it so you looked over at him and called his name.
“hey, jeonghan? look at this video,” you giggled, holding your phone screen in his direction.
but your boyfriend didn't pay you any mind. thinking he didn't hear you, you called for him a little louder.
“jeonghan? hello?” you scooted closer to him on the couch when you went unanswered again.
you poked his cheek and turned his head to make him look at you when he still didn’t answer.
“hello?” you questioned, noticing his nonchalant expression.
“oh? were you talking to me?”he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“yes? i said your name twice!” you whined, knowing he heard you but he was clearly ignoring you.
“no, you said ‘jeonghan,’” he said, making air quotes with his fingers, "and that's not my name," he pouted finally, showing a side of him that you didn't often see.
you realized what he was talking about and tried to hide a grin at his demeanor, “aww, i'm sorry, let me try again,” you cooed, going back to your previous side of the couch to reset.
“hannie... my angel, my sweetheart, my precious?” you tried, “come look at this video,” you laughed, his attention already on you as you listed your names for him.
“of course, my love,” he smiled, getting up from his spot and cuddling up to your side, “look at how easy that was,” he whispered, plucking your phone from your hands and watching the video that you had pulled up.
he pulled you into his arms and nuzzled his cheek against your head, scrolling and looking at more videos with you. “you're crazy,” you said with a laugh, pressing a kiss against his cheek, but you wouldn't want it any other way.
joshua
“joshua?” you called out from the kitchen while you were making dinner. he had been playing video games in the living room ever since his practice was over.
hearing his full name from you made his ears perk up and he quickly shut off his game, rushing to the kitchen.
“love?” he asked softly, putting his hand on your shoulder, already thinking he had upset you he didn't want to anger you further. “is everything okay?” he asked tentatively, testing the waters.
“huh? yeah, joshua, everything's fine can you just-”you said as you stirred the pot on the stove, not looking up at him while you were focused on perfecting the food.
but, when he heard his full name again and the classic 'everything's fine' line he quickly jumped to conclusions and deduced that everything was not fine.
he cut you off before you could finish talking and immediately went into apologizing.
“i’m sorry, love, i don't know what i did to make you upset but i'll fix it, okay?” he said with a weary smile, still with his hand on your shoulder, “was i on the game for too long? did you want me to help you cook? was i too loud?” he rambled, facepalming as he thought he had messed something up and made you mad.
as he rambled you slowly started to look over at him, his words confusing you to no end.
“why would i be upset?” you asked, looking at him as if he was crazy, which he was.
“what?” he questioned back, “you called me joshua and you haven't looked at me and you said everything was ‘fine’, that's like textbook upset partner.” he said, as if it was totally obvious.
you blinked at him a few times before you burst out laughing, “god, babe, you're hilarious!” you exclaimed, slapping his shoulder as you laughed. now it was joshua's turn to be confused since he was positive that you were upset.
“you’re not upset?” he questioned, you shook your head as your answer while you were still doubled over laughing, “why did you call me over then?” he asked.
you pointed to the glass jar on the counter next to you after you had composed yourself, “i was going to ask you to open that jar, dummy,” you teased.
joshua blew out a breath and quickly opened the jar with ease, “that's... it?” he questioned.
“yeah, that's it, you can go play your game some more,” you smiled, pressing a kiss against his cheek.
“but you called me joshua...” he grumbled, you never called him joshua!
“which is your name, if i’m not mistaken,” you pointed out, pinching his cheek. he swatted at your hand and groaned.
he opened his mouth to start complaining more before you quickly stopped him. “okay, okay, i’m sorry babe, you can go play your game again.”
joshua gave you a firm nod, as if he was finally satisfied with your name for him. “okay. let me know if you need anything.” he grinned, kissing your head and then strolling back to the living room.
“you’re a child,” you whispered to yourself, continuing dinner with a smile on your face.
“but you love me!” he called back, somehow hearing you. well, he’s not wrong.
jun
‘thanks, junhui!’
that was the text that you had sent your boyfriend after he told you he bought you a book from the town he was currently in on tour.
he loved gift giving and he knew you loved books so he scoured every bookshop in the town to find the perfect book for you. he excitedly sent you a picture of the book he bought and that was your reply to it.
it made his head spin with reasons of why you could be mad at him.
calling him ‘jun’ was already a rarity in your relationship, but ‘junhui’? he wasn’t sure you’d ever called him that.
‘are you mad at me?’ he texted back, getting straight to the point.
you took nearly 10 minutes to reply, 10 agonizing minutes for jun.
‘not at all, i’ll see you when you get home’ was your response.
now this reply made him absolutely spiral, good thing he was returning home today. but because of your replies to him he made a few extra stops before hopping on the plane.
when you finally arrived back home from work you opened the door and was met with your sheepish looking boyfriend and what looked like a mountain of books behind him.
“babe! what are you doing here? and what is with all the books?” you exclaimed, jumping into his arms and hugging him tight.
jun was taken aback by your reaction, his mind stuck on the thought that you were mad at him. “i thought you were upset with the book i got you… so i kind of bought as many as i could fit in my luggage to make up for it,” he said, his cheeks slowly turning red when he realized you really weren’t mad at him.
you pulled your head back and gave him a look, “what made you think i was mad?” you asked, pulling away and starting to pick up the different books that were piling up on your coffee table.
“you called me junhui…” he whispered, saying it out loud made him feel stupid, it was just a name, his name in fact.
“are you saying that you bought me a hundred books because i called you by your first name?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.
he nodded his head sheepishly.
“you are too cute!” you exclaimed, giving him another tight hug, “for the record, i’d tell you if i was mad at you,” you made sure to clarify.
“okay…” he said softly, looking at the absurd amount of books, “should i return all of these now, or-” he began to speak before you cut him off.
“absolutely not,” you said quickly, snatching a book and sitting on the couch beginning to read.
jun slowly made his way next to you and laid his head in your lap, getting comfy while you read aloud to him.
hoshi
“honey?” you called out in your apartment, waiting for hoshi to reply to you. you needed help folding the laundry and hoshi was always eager to help you do whatever you needed.
you heard a distant, “give me a minute!” come from your shared bedroom where your boyfriend was no doubt playing video games again.
you rolled your eyes at his response and started folding the laundry on your own, giving him a few minutes before calling for him again. “honey? i need your help out here,” you called again, waiting to hear his footsteps.
but instead you got another, “just a sec!” which made you pull out the big guns. hoshi hated you calling him by his name, he said he sounded like you were scolding him. but desperate times call for desperate measures.
“kwon soonyoung! i said i need your help!” you called out even louder than before, knowing that would get him.
once his name left your mouth you heard fumbling coming from the room and the door opening quickly, his feet slapped against the floor as he ran over to you.
he already had the expression of a kicked puppy, “i told you not to call me that!” he pouted, standing in front of you.
you gave him a look and pointed at the spot on the couch next to you, “sit,” you said simply. of course, he followed with no question.
“‘m sorry!” he whined when you wouldn’t talk to him, “i was doing really well! you know how hard that game is, and we were winning!” he tried to explain, sloppily folding clothes next to you as he rambled.
“soonyoung?” you said, cutting him off with his name again.
“what,” he said with a frown.
“just fold the damn laundry,” you said with a sigh, grabbing the clothes that he had folded and redoing it properly.
“you’re scary when you’re mad…” he whispered, starting to fold every item of clothing meticulously so you didn’t have anything to be upset with.
he spent the rest of the day giving you his undivided attention and trying to make up for making you upset.
when you finally called him ‘honey’ at the end of the night his face lit up and you forgot why you were even mad with him in the first place.
wonwoo
you were out shopping with wonwoo when something caught your eye from the window of a store. you tugged on your boyfriends coat sleeve.
“wonwoo-” you started, but you were quickly cut off.
“try again.” he said simply, making you furrow your eyebrows.
“wonwoo?” you questioned, tugging his arm again and making him stop walking.
“try again.” he repeated, pulling his phone out of his pocket and pretending to scroll on it.
“wonwoo, what are you-” he cut you off once again with a look.
“one more time, sweetheart,” he said, pointing you in the right direction. this made it click in your head and you just scoffed.
“babe?” you tried, finally his attention turned towards you and he showed off his award winning smile.
“yes, sweetheart? what do you need?” he asked, his voice sweet as honey.
“you're impossible,” you laughed, “i want to go into that store,” you pointed at the clothing store next to where you were stopped.
“then let's go,” he grinned, pulling your hand and leading you into the store, “you know if you call me by my name people might not think we're together,” he said as if it was an obvious fact.
“we're literally holding hands and wearing matching outfits,” you pointed out, which just earned a shrug from your boyfriend as he started grabbing different pieces of clothing that he thought would look good on you.
sure, he was a subtle guy, but he wanted everyone to know that you were his.
woozi
“jihoon, i'm home,” you called out into the apartment. you had a meeting that lasted much longer than usual and it was already dark out when you returned.
your boyfriend had been home all day and by the smell of fresh food you could tell that he had been cooking.
you slipped off your shoes in the entry way and tossed your bag on the couch before slipping into the kitchen and coming up behind your boyfriend. you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your chin on his shoulder while he stirred the pot in front of him.
“jihoon?” he questioned, scrunching up his face at the mention of his full name. he didn't hate when you said his name, you just never did. “what're you calling me that for?” he asked directly, not assuming anything.
“i realized i don't call you by name, do you not like it?”you asked, lifting your head up and looking over at him, your arms still around him.
“i don't mind, i'm just used to baby,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “or babe,” another kiss, “love, sweetheart, honey, my one and only,” he listed, pressing a kiss to your face in between each pet name.
you couldn't help but smile at the affection you were receiving from your boyfriend, you pressed a few kisses to his cheek in return and let him resume his cooking while you watched from a seat at the island.
“but you're okay with jihoon?” you asked, wanting to make sure.
“i’m okay with you calling me jihoon,” he said, turning over his shoulder to look at you, “but don't use it too much.” he said, giving you a pointed look.
he wouldn't say it out loud but he loved the sweet pet names you gave him, even the ridiculous ones.
minghao
“what did i do?” was the first words your boyfriend uttered when he walked into your shared home.
you looked up from your spot on the couch and tilted your head at him. “what do you mean?” you questioned, not understanding him.
“i mean, i can tell you're mad so i give you permission to yell at me, just tell me what i did first.” minghao said, bracing himself for whatever you would say to him. by no means did you fight often but whenever you got angry at him he would take it.
“i’m not mad at you,” you said, opening your arms, waiting for your boyfriend to join you on the couch. when he didn't come over you deadpanned, “well now i'm mad that you're not cuddling me.” you joked, waiting for him to come over.
he slowly walked over to you and pulled you against his chest, giving you a cautious look.
“then what was up with that text?” he questioned, pulling out his phone, “you said, and i quote, just wait until you get home, minghao,” he recited, “when have you ever called me by my first name?” he said like it was obvious.
“oh! i made your favorite dessert!” you said with a happy smile, pointing to the kitchen where his treat was freshly made and waiting on the counter.
his face went soft at your happy mood and he gave you a short kiss, “thanks, love,“ he said softly, “but your text did not make it sound like that.” he chuckled.
“oh right, i didn't want to give anything away so i called you minghao, was that too mean?” you asked, hoping you didn't make him worry.
he sighed with a smile and shook his head, “just a bit,” he said honestly, “you never call me minghao,” he pouted, half jokingly but also half seriously.
“i’m sorry, love,” you said, kissing his cheek, “i won't scare you like that again,” you teased, jumping up from the couch and pulling him up with you.
“come eat! i made it all for you,” you said with a smile, leading him to the kitchen and plating his dessert with a smile.
mingyu
mingyu had a cold. and when mingyu got sick he got dramatic. he was currently cuddled up in bed while you took care of him.
you would take his temperature, give him medicine, cook him some soup, and keep him as comfortable as possible while you worked from home.
“mingyu, do you want some soup?” you asked softly, pushing his hair off of his forehead and feeling for a temperature.
his eyes shot open and his lip jutted out. “mingyu?” he questioned softly, “why are you calling me mingyu?” his voice wobbled a bit. but can you blame him? he’s a sensitive man.
“because that’s your name, baby, you don’t like it?” you asked, holding his hand, your voice softened at your boyfriend.
he shook his head at your question, he was always ‘baby’ or ‘sweetheart’ or ‘gyu’.
“sorry, baby,” you cooed, “but do you want any soup?” you asked again, hoping it would fix his mood.
“don’t want soup, i want a kiss,” he said with a little mischievous smile, then puckering his lips.
you rolled your eyes, he knew you couldn’t say no to him, especially since he was sick and was on the verge of tears after you called him his first name. “you’re such a baby,” you groaned, “if i get sick it’s your fault,” you reminded him.
“then it’ll be my turn to take care of you,” he said as if it was obvious, leaning up a bit and catching your lips with his.
sure, mingyu was a big baby. but he was your big baby.
dk
dk had been stuck in practice all day while you had a free day. so, being the loving and doting partner that you were you decided to make your boyfriend some dinner. which also included making dinner for his 12 bandmates, but you didn’t mind. you were like a big family.
you were let into the building and made your way to their practice room, hands full of bags carrying multiple different containers full of food.
the boys were all sitting around the room during a break and you popped your head inside, leaving the bags in the hallway.
a few people looked over at you when you opened the door, but every head snapped your way when you opened your mouth.
“seokmin?” you asked, which caused some murmurs among the group.
dk couldn’t remember the last time he was called that name.
‘you better fix whatever you did wrong’ ‘why is she mad at you?’ ‘what did you do?’ different members began to ask all at once to your boyfriend, sending him into even deeper of a panic.
he jumped to his feet and made his way over to you. you didn’t look mad at him, but now he was worried. he grabbed your hand and gently pulled you into the hallway and closed the door to the practice room behind you.
“is everything okay? did i leave something on at home? did i forget to take out the trash?” he asked seriously, thinking of what he could’ve possibly done to elicit you calling him his first name.
you gave him a look in response, furrowing your eyebrows at his rambling. “no… i made you guys food,” you explained, pointing to all the bags on the floor by the two of you, “was just asking you to help me bring it in.”
“huh?” your boyfriend questioned, looking at the bags and then back up to you. “why’d you call me seokmin, then? i haven’t heard that name in ages!” he whined, tugging at your hand.
“oh? i texted jeonghan and told him i was coming over, he told me to call you seokmin,” you laughed, not thinking that he was going to take it that much to heart.
dk sighed and grabbed the bags, pecking your cheek, “thank you for dinner,” he said softly, opening the door to go back into the practice room with you trailing behind him.
his members all looked over and started laughing, apparently they were in on it too.
“you guys suck!” he groaned, “i’m keeping all this food to myself now,” he said childishly, hoarding all the bags by the two of you and trying to keep everyone else away.
eventually he caved and you all ate together, everyone thanking you and still poking fun at your boyfriend.
seungkwan
“seungkwan,” you tried to get your boyfriends attention, standing across the kitchen island from him.
his eyes left his phone and found yours, narrowing in the process. he didn’t say anything so you frowned.
“seungkwan?” he continued to stare at you and you grew slightly agitated since he was seemingly ignoring you.
“can you reply?” you asked with an attitude, crossing your arms.
“i’m just waiting for you to get it right,” he said, mirroring your body language and the amount of sass.
his words only confused you more. “get what right? you’re crazy,” you mumbled, basically having a staring contest with him.
seungkwan just scoffed and rolled his eyes, “my name! i’m waiting for you to get my name right,” he said as if it was obvious. “i am not ‘seungkwan’ to you.” he explained, putting his name in quotations with his fingers.
“are you waiting for me to call you sweetie?” you asked finally, a smile slowly starting to spread on your face. your boyfriend may be a little sassy but he was truly a sweetheart.
“maybe,” he replied simply, his arms still crossed as he waited.
you hummed at his response and then made your way around the island to hug him. “alright, sweetie, i was just going to ask where you wanted to eat tonight,” you grinned, pressing a few sweet kisses on his cheek.
his attitude instantly melted away at the pet name and he pulled you closer to him, “wherever you want, angel,” he replied simply.
it was that easy.
vernon
vernon isn't phased by much. but he does get a little salty when you use his first name on him. he says it sounds too much like a mother scolding him. so, of course, you tease him with it sometimes.
“hansol! can you come to the living room?” you called out in your home, not sure which room he was in.
soon you heard his footsteps and he walked into the room with a scrunched up face.
“yes, darling?” he exaggerated his pet name for you, hoping you'd get the hint.
you spun around in a circle and posed, showing off your new outfit to your boyfriend.
“what do you think? you like my new outfit?” you asked with a blinding smile, posing in a few different ways as your boyfriend watched.
“i think it looks lovely, babe,” he exaggerated again.
“thank you, hansol,” you replied with a sweet smile.
“you look gorgeous, sweetheart,” he tried again.
“thank you, hansol,” you repeated, trying to keep your laugh at bay.
“positively perfect, my love.”
“i appreciate it, hansol.”
“absolutely stunning, angel.”
“you’re too kind, hansol.”
“that’s it, i’m ignoring you for the rest of the day.” he finally said after surveying you for a few minutes. he turned on his heel and walked back to your shared bedroom.
“no!” you called after him, “i’m just joking,” you said in between laughs as you walked fast behind him to catch up.
he shrugged his shoulders and sat back down at his desk, continuing his previous task before you had called him to the living room.
“don’t be sulky now, i was teasing,” you pouted, putting your hands on his shoulders and turning his chair to face you.
“it’s fine, y/n,” he said with a grin, now using your own name back as revenge.
“hey! you can’t call me that!” you whined in response.
“watch me.” he smirked, flicking your forehead gently.
oh how the tables have turned.
dino
this man rarely hears his name from anyone. it’s always ‘dino’ from his friends and ‘honey’ from you.
so when you started calling for ‘chan’ while you were asleep it made his heart break.
‘who is chan?’ he thought to himself, you couldn’t be cheating on him with another guy. right? you wouldn’t do that, he knows you.
but still, once the thought got placed into his head (by no one but himself) he couldn’t help but shake it.
the next morning he was nervous, he didn’t know how to confront you, or what he would do if his suspicions were correct. so while you were making breakfast for the two of you he mustered up the courage to go into the kitchen and talk to you.
“good morning, honey,” you said with a cheery smile, noticing him right away as he made his way next to you. you caught his lips with a quick peck but noticed that he seemed a little tense. “something wrong?” you asked, concern lacing your voice.
dino just wrung his hands together and frowned. “do you have something to tell me?” he asked softly, already feeling on the verge of tears as he looked down at his feet, not making eye contact with you.
“no? what’s this about?” you asked, turning the heat down on the stove so you could give him more of your attention.
“i just,” he started, “well um…” he tried again, “i heard you talking in your sleep and you were calling out for some guy named ‘chan’ and i know wouldn’t cheat on me or anything but who is chan?” his words spilled out of him and he was talking a mile a minute while you looked at him, your eyes widening.
he was bracing himself for the answer to his question, ready for the worst.
“honey…” you said gently, taking both of his hands in yours and making him look at you, “you are chan.” you explained, trying to hide your smile since he was clearly so distraught.
“huh?” he asked, not understanding what you were getting at.
“honey, your name is lee chan,” you reminded him.
you could see the gears shifting in his head before his cheeks immediately heated up. he snatched his hands from yours and slapped his face. he was chan. and he couldn’t feel any stupider.
he was so used to being honey that he forgot his literal name.
“forget this happened…” he mumbled, walking away as you stifled your laughs.
Two times Jihoon makes you and your daughter pay him with kisses and the one time you get him back.
dad!jihoon x fem!reader
wc: 1.6k
genre: fluff, est. relationship, parents au
content: girl dad!jihoon :), petnames for reader and their child (baby, honey, babygirl), teasing as a love lang, just a ton of fluff tbh
divider by hyuneskkami!
Recently, you've learned that no weekend alarm works better than the sound of toys clattering on the floor and tiny feet running through the house.
So it's no surprise when small but steady thumps from the hallway pull you from your sleep, making you throw an arm over your eyes as you check the time. Of course your daughter would be up and running at 8:43AM on a Saturday. Considering how big of a night owl you and Jihoon are, it's quite ironic that she's the exact opposite. As her movements creep closer to your door, you give in and start to count down the seconds until she barges into your bedroom.
Jia enters with a bright "Mommy!" and instantly tries to climb onto your bed. You reach down in your sleep-dazed state and slip your hands under her arms to help pull her up. Then you sit her on your stomach with her little feet wedged into the free space between you and Jihoon.
Her hands press lightly into your ribs as she leans in to say, "Mommy, I need braid my hair."
You hum as your hand lifts up but grabs at empty air, attempting to stroke her hair with your eyes closed. You're already drifting off to sleep again as you tell her, “Let's ask your Dad to do it for you. Mommy’s still sleepy, baby.”
Jihoon shifts from beside you at the mention of his name. With nowhere else to hide, he nuzzles his face closer into your neck and sinks deeper under the duvet.
Jia switches her body weight onto Jihoon by laying on top of him and taps all over his cheeks, trying her best to pull his face towards her. "Daddy?"
Jihoon squeezes his eyes shut as fake snores rumble out of him, heaving his chest up and down dramatically. The motion moves Jia along with him, making her squeal uncontrollably with strings of drool dripping onto him. One of Jia's hands grab onto Jihoon's shoulder to steady herself while the other one shakes him awake. "I know you're not sleeping!"
"Noo, still sleeping… Shhh," whines Jihoon.
"Daddy, open your eyes and wake up! Hurry, I want two braids!"
He suddenly goes silent, then after a moment, he shoots up and flips Jia around so that she's now laying in his spot on the bed. He buries his head into her tummy to blow raspberries while his fingers tickle the bottom of her feet. Jia laughs gleefully and flails her arms around, struggling to escape from her dad's hold. Her fists accidentally fly towards your cheek, jolting you awake with a yelp.
Jihoon finally stops his attack on her to bark out a laugh before he hovers over you, rubbing at your cheek. You feel Jia's tiny hand settle next to his as she calms down from her laughter, "Sorry Mommy."
You giggle at the chaos and silliness of your family's morning as you pull both of their hands to your lips and press a chaste kiss into their palms.
"S'okay, honey. I know it was all Daddy's fault," you say, eyeing Jihoon with a playful glare.
Jia inches closer to you, "Daddy keep tickle Baby!"
"Oh! Lee Jia, you're tattling on me now, hm?" Jihoon says as he crosses his arms over his chest.
You reach up to wipe the drool stains from his chest and scoff at how childish he gets sometimes.
Jia shakes her whole body as she whines, "My turn to tickle Daddy."
"Alright, fine. You have 15 seconds, go!"
Jia starts to giggle before her fingers even reach Jihoon's waist. You can tell she's working hard on tickling him but her small fingers are no match for her dad—especially when he's not usually ticklish. Instead, most of the laughter coming from Jihoon is because he can't handle how cute his daughter is.
Jia quickly tires herself out and leans against you, "Done, no more tickle."
"Okay," Jihoon says, sitting back on the heels of his feet, "I heard you wanted Daddy to braid your hair, right? What's the magic word?"
You feel the warmth of his touch as both of his hands reach forward to brush loose strands of hair out your and Jia's eyes simultaneously. You have to resist the urge to catch his arm and press another kiss into his palm.
Jia wraps her hand around his fingers and pouts up at him. "Can you braid Baby hair, please?"
Jihoon hums, tilting his head to the side and pretends to be deep in thought. "What do I get for braiding Baby's hair?"
You chuckle, turning onto your side and folding one arm under your head as you watch them—equal parts entertained and fond. You always knew Jihoon would be a good husband and father, but you didn't realize how good until you had your daughter. His love has always been given through soft touches, kind affection, and playful remarks—you've felt it in every little moment with him, but it seems to have increased tenfold ever since Jia was born.
Jia huffs and moves to sit on her heels just like her dad. "I give you 10 kisses."
Jihoon juts his chin out and taps his cheek with his finger, "Okay, pay up first."
She rushes forward to wrap her arms around Jihoon's neck and start to pepper his face with soft pecks as he counts. "One… two… three… three… three… still need ten more!"
You breathe out a laugh and send a light slap to his thigh, "Stop messing with her."
Jihoon squishes her cheeks together and gives her a kiss of his own before repositioning them so that he can sit against the headboard with Jia in his lap. You watch quietly as his slender fingers work gently through her hair, dividing it into sections then crossing them into a french braid pattern.
Jia's hair is just past her shoulders, so Jihoon finishes the first one quickly, leaning on his side and reaching for leftover hair ties on the nightstand. You move from your pillow and scoot closer to them so that you can rest your head on Jihoon's thigh, your legs still tangled with the sheets.
You play with Jia's hand, running your fingers over her tiny nails and knuckles as Jihoon works on the second braid.
You press a soft kiss onto the back of her hand as you look up at her, "Happy that Daddy's braiding your hair today?"
She nods at you, "Yeah. I love Daddy."
Your heart swells and you fight the urge to scoop her up into a bear hug. You can tell Jihoon is feeling the same when his hands falter at her remark. You giggle and press your lips loudly onto her hand as Jihoon leans forward to kiss the crown of her head at the same time.
She giggles at the sensation and squeezes your hand to get you to look up at her again. "Mommy, you next?"
You crane your neck back even more to catch Jihoon in your line of sight, "I don't know… Can I be next?"
"Of course, baby." Then he adds cheekily, "If you pay up."
Jia claps excitedly, "Ten kisses!"
You get started right away, leaning down to press a light kiss onto his knee, "One."
Then another. "Two."
You flip your body the opposite way so that you're face to face with Jihoon's waist as he pulls Jia to stand up on the bed. "All done now, babygirl. You look so pretty," he says, patting her head.
Jia jumps eagerly as she feels the braids on the sides of her head. She throws her arms around Jihoon in a tight hug then plants a wet kiss onto your temple before sliding off your bed.
"Thank you Daddy, Bye Mommy! Love you!" You wince a little as she pulls your door close with a thud and runs back to the toys in her room.
Jihoon runs a hand through your hair as you place a kiss on the side of his waist. Your mouth is scorching hot against his already warm skin and it makes his stomach cave with want. "Three."
You wiggle to scoot your body even higher and deeper into his lap. Then a kiss onto the skin right above his navel. His breath hitches and his fingers curl into your hair. "Four."
You finally sit up and hold onto his thigh for support, placing a kiss on his chest, right above his heart. "Five."
Jihoon lets out a whine as he leans back on his hands, "Baby…"
You shush him softly, "You wanted me to pay up, right?"
You continue onto his collarbone. "Six."
The column of his neck. "Seven."
You're fully sitting in his lap by now, thighs caging him in and hands coming up to cradle his face. His arms slide around your waist to pull you closer—the act so natural like you were always meant to be next to him.
A peck onto his jawline. "Eight."
His nose. "Nine."
Your lips move slowly and hover right in front of his own. He can feel your breath tickling his skin as he stills, waiting for the moment your lips meet his. Your eyes flick up to his before focusing back on his lips. He can't help but let out a tremulous breath when you smile, finally inching closer. Jihoon closes his eyes in relief as he begins to feel your lips against his.
Then all the heat around him vanishes—as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over him. When he opens his eyes, you're already out of his arms, running out of the room with laughter echoing throughout the house. Jihoon is in so much shock, he can only sit frozen on the bed, mouth wide open and arms now enveloping cold empty space.
After what feels like hours, his brain finally catches up to the scene in front of him and he bolts out of bed, flying straight towards you.
a/n: a barely proofread & very self-indulgent piece… i've been stressed to the MAX lately and just needed a quick + fun outlet :-) (and i miss woozi) as always, ty for reading, lmk what u think!
a/n 2: did a quick read through... take a shot every time reader kisses someone's hand lol
a couple months back you started kissing jihoon on the cheek a lot.
like, not on the cheek directly, but under his eye on the cheek. it's been random, usually when you've “felt like it”, and it's caused many flushed cheeks and red ears on jihoon. he always returned the kiss though, a small chaste peck back.
and recently, you've noticed that he has a new mole. it started small, like they usually do, and slowly got bigger and… it's where you usually kissed him on the cheek. huh.
“ji, do you believe in soulmates?” you asked one night, randomly, while laying on the couch in his studio.
he didn't react to your question— from what you could see at least— but after a beat or two he turned around and took his headphones off.
“what do you mean by soulmates— like someone you're destined to be with?” he stands, stretching, before sitting next to your waist.
“like, i dunno… yeah, someone you're made for i guess?” you look up at him. “something like that i think?”
“not soulmates, in that sense no… but i think you can make a soulmate. like us— we had to work for our relationship,” he smiles at you, caressing your face. “why?”
“...y’know the mole theory?”
he shakes his head. “explain?”
“like… you get moles where your past lover kissed you most, and i realized you got a new mole where i keep kissing you… do you think we were past lovers?”
he smiles, eyes turning to crescents as he laughs. he leans into you, kissing you under the eye. “yes, i do think so. i bet we’ll be future lovers too.”
you grin at him, giggling, and wrap your arms around his neck to bring him back down to your face. you kiss him on his new mole. “i bet we will be too.”
Pairing: Idol Jihoon x Idol Reader
Genre: Fluff, Idol romance
Summary: Jihoon and Y/N are forced to sit together at an award show, causing endless cheers, teasing, and viral moments. From sneaky glances to Woozi protectively covering Y/N with his blazer, the night is full of heart-fluttering chaos. When Jihoon tears up during his speech and sees Y/N crying too, it becomes clear—no matter how much they pretend, everyone knows.
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Jihoon knew this would happen. He saw it coming from a mile away.
Yet, here he was, forced to sit beside you at an award show, and the crowd was absolutely losing it.
Seungcheol had nearly fallen over laughing when Jihoon realized where he had to sit. Jeonghan had patted his shoulder like a proud parent.
And now? Now, he was trapped.
The moment the camera panned over to your table, the cheers hit like a tidal wave. The entire venue shook with the sound of fans screaming their lungs out, and Jihoon could already see the headlines forming in real-time.
"Woozi and Y/N: Power Couple of the Century?"
"Woozi's Reaction to Sitting Next to Y/N is Priceless!"
"Destiny? Fate? Coincidence? We Think Not!"
He sighed, rubbing his temple as Seungcheol cackled beside him. "Hyung, it's like a concert in here," Dino whispered, wide-eyed.
Jihoon glanced at you, only to find you smirking. "Did you plan this?" he accused.
You feigned innocence, sipping your drink. "Me? I would never."
Liar.
The second the camera landed on your table, the screaming was deafening. The venue, which had been relatively calm just moments ago, erupted.
Jihoon fought every urge to groan as he kept his expression neutral, while you—completely unbothered—smiled and gave a polite wave. You were enjoying this way too much.
"Look at you," you teased, voice barely audible over the noise. "Are you blushing?"
Jihoon scoffed. "It's hot in here."
"Uh-huh, sure," you mused, nudging his knee under the table.
And then, as if things weren’t bad enough, the host on stage decided to make things worse.
"So, I think we have to talk about one of the most beloved pairings in the industry right now," the MC said, grinning. "Our audience is going crazy for these two—Woozi and Y/N, everyone!"
The camera panned right back to you both, a split screen of your reactions broadcasting to millions.
Jihoon shut his eyes. "Kill me."
Meanwhile, you? You blew a kiss to the camera.
The screams reached another level.
The members of Seventeen lost it. Seungcheol clapped like a seal. DK was howling. Jeonghan actually got out of his seat to dramatically bow in your direction, like you had just won an Oscar.
"Oh, absolutely," you replied, resting your chin on your hand as if you lived for this moment.
His phone vibrated. Another message from Jeonghan.
[Jeonghan]: Just kiss on camera. I dare you.
Jihoon choked on air. You glanced at his phone and laughed. "What's he saying?"
"Nothing," he snapped, locking it immediately.
And then, it got even worse.
A special segment played—a montage of all the best collaborations of the year. And right there, in full HD, was a clip of you and Jihoon from a previous music show, standing way too close, exchanging small smiles.
It ended with a close-up of Jihoon watching you perform, eyes soft in a way that was damning.
The camera cut back to you both just in time to catch Jihoon covering his face with both hands.
Absolute pandemonium.
Even you were giggling now. "Wow, you really don’t help your case."
"I hate this," Jihoon grumbled into his hands.
You leaned in slightly. "Hate it enough to run away?"
Jihoon peeked at you through his fingers.
You smiled. The same smile that made his heart stutter every single time. The same smile that made him—despite all his complaining—stay exactly where he was.
Every time the camera even slightly panned in your direction, the audience roared in approval. At one point, the big screen accidentally caught Jihoon sneaking glances at you when you weren’t looking, and the fans lost it.
He knew the fancams would be everywhere by the time he got back to the dorms.
And then—disaster struck.
During a short intermission, you shifted slightly in your seat, adjusting your dress, when you realized—it was shorter than you thought.
The realization hit at the worst possible moment because, just as you moved, the camera cut back to your table.
You froze.
Jihoon noticed immediately. His sharp eyes flickered to you, then to the screen, and without thinking, he reached for something—his blazer.
With swift, natural movements, he leaned in and draped it over your lap, completely casual, like he had done it a million times before.
The camera caught everything.
A split screen showed Jihoon placing his blazer over you while you whispered a flustered, “Jihoon, what are you doing?”
"Just wear it," he muttered, pretending to focus on the stage.
Fans erupted.
Jeonghan burst into laughter, clapping his hands as if Woozi had just confessed on national television. Seungkwan gasped so dramatically that DK had to hold him back, and Mingyu was already on his phone, probably tweeting about it.
The big screen replayed the moment in slow motion, zooming in on Jihoon's effortlessly protective gesture.
Jihoon stiffened when he saw it. "You have got to be kidding me."
His phone blew up.
[Jeonghan]: ROMANTIC LEAD ENERGY!!!
[Mingyu]: Jihoon, OUR SWEETHEART???
[Hoshi]: THIS IS CRAZYYYYY
[Seungkwan]: GOODBYE, WORLD. THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN.
The captions wrote themselves.
"Lee Jihoon, the definition of boyfriend material."
"Woozi naturally protecting Y/N?? We are living in a fanfiction."
"When will my boyfriend be like this?"
Meanwhile, you were trying so hard to hold back your laughter. "Did you have to be so smooth about it?"
Jihoon cleared his throat. "It wasn’t smooth."
"You literally just gave me your blazer without blinking."
"Because you needed it," he huffed, crossing his arms.
You peeked up at him, a teasing glint in your eyes. "…Thanks, Jihoon."
He looked away immediately, ears turning red. "Shut up."
Jihoon should have known the night wasn’t over yet.
After all the teasing, the chaotic fan reactions, and the never-ending camera zoom-ins, the moment had finally arrived—Seventeen’s category was being announced.
The entire group sat up straighter, hands clasped together, nervous energy crackling in the air. You could feel it from your seat beside Jihoon, his usually steady hands slightly curled into fists on his lap.
“And the winner is…”
The pause was agonizing.
"SEVENTEEN!"
The entire venue exploded.
Seventeen shot up from their seats, hugging each other tightly, overwhelmed with joy. Fans screamed, members cheered, and Jihoon—despite his usual composure—looked stunned.
You watched as Seungcheol pulled Jihoon into a tight hug, and that’s when you saw it—his eyes, glossy with tears.
The camera captured the moment perfectly. Jihoon, the man who poured his heart and soul into every note, every lyric, standing there, wiping at his eyes as the weight of everything hit him all at once.
And suddenly, your own eyes burned.
You covered your mouth with your hands, trying to hold back the emotions bubbling up inside you. You had seen Jihoon work himself to the bone, staying in the studio until dawn, striving for perfection in everything he did.
He deserved this. They all did.
Jihoon stood on stage, microphone in hand, staring out at the sea of fans and glowing lightsticks. The award sat heavy in his grasp, but not as heavy as the emotions swelling in his chest.
The cheers had barely died down when Seungcheol, ever the leader, began their speech—thanking the fans, the staff, the families, and everyone who had supported them.
But when the mic was passed to Jihoon, the crowd fell into an expectant hush.
Jihoon took a deep breath. “Um…” He let out a small chuckle, voice already wavering. “I told myself I wasn’t going to cry.”
The audience cheered, as if encouraging him to let it out.
Jihoon swallowed hard, gripping the microphone tighter. “This… this award means a lot. More than I can put into words. We’ve worked so hard, and to be standing here, receiving this, it still feels unreal.” He exhaled shakily, blinking rapidly, but the tears still escaped, rolling down his cheeks.
Seventeen members immediately reached for him—Jeonghan placing a hand on his back, Seungkwan nodding at him reassuringly. The crowd cooed, some fans already tearing up themselves.
The camera panned across the group, capturing their emotions, before shifting—straight to you.
Sitting at your table, eyes glassy with unshed tears, you watched Jihoon with nothing but pure admiration and pride. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until the camera lingered on you, your lips pressed together to keep from outright sobbing.
And just like that, the entire venue reacted.
Fans screamed.
The members on stage noticed, and before Jihoon could even process what was happening, Jeonghan grabbed his shoulders and spun him around to face the screen.
There, clear as day, was you, wiping at your cheeks, eyes fixed on him like he was the most important person in the world.
Jihoon's face turned red instantly. He quickly turned back, covering his face with his sleeve, but it was too late.
Mingyu burst out laughing, Joshua clapped his hands like an excited kid, and even Seungcheol cracked up, patting Jihoon's back.
“Looks like we’re not the only ones crying,” Seungkwan teased into the mic, making the crowd go wild.
Jihoon groaned into his hands, but despite his embarrassment, he peeked up at the camera again—at you.
And in that moment, as he saw you smiling softly through your tears, he couldn’t even be mad.
Because no matter how much he pretended to ignore it, no matter how much he groaned when the cameras caught you both—deep down, he knew.
There was no one he’d rather share the spotlight with.
Ship: bf! seventeen x gn!reader
Genre: established relationship, fluff
w.c.: 0.6k
95z || 97z || doremiz
Jun
Most common: 宝宝 (bǎo bao) - baby
If you know Chinese, you will know that this name isn't unique per se, but for some reason, Jun always has his way of making it feel the most intimate, adoring name for you. Maybe it's the way he looks you straight in the eyes, gaze always soft, turning his entire focus on you, or maybe it's how he says it, with just the right amount of sweetness in his tone. Whatever it is, it's addicting, and you don't want him to stop.
When he's feeling playful: 바보 (pabo)
Jun loves to call you this whenever you make a silly mistake. Given how clumsy you are, he calls you this quite often. Perhaps it's you tripping over thin air in your rush to greet him when he comes home, or maybe it's when you accidentally knock over your drink while leaning over to get to him over the dinner table, Jun will always be by your side within moments, picking you up off the floor or cleaning the mess. "you pabo - don't get up! I got it. You eat your dinner."
Soonyoung
Most common: jagiya
Soonyoung's most commonly spoken word these days must be jagi. It doesn't matter if you're sitting right next to him, and he's tapping your shoulder to show you a funny reel, or if you're in the next room, his loud but ever-so-sweet voice calling out to you, the pet name slides right off his tongue like it was made just to call you this.
When he's tired: 내 사랑 (nae sarang) - my love
Soonyoung doesn't really speak or act with a filter on most of the time, but when he's tired? Every single thought that passes through his mind will be said. You find it amusing, at times - it's hard to tell whether he's drunk or just sleepy. But secretly, a part of you absolutely adores when Soonyoung gets like this, espeically when he calls you 내 사랑 - becuase you know it's what he actually thinks of you.
Wonwoo
Most common: 애인 (Aein) - sweetheart/lover
If there's anything you always look foward to coming home to after a long day facing the outside world, its being wrapped up in your boyfriend arms as he calls you Aein-ah. It never fails to you make you feel warm and loved inside, like you're home.
When he's distracted: sweets
If you interrupt him while he's gaming or otherwise distracted, this is probably what he'll call you. You have no idea why he has a separate nickname for times like these, but it always slips out, ever gentle and patient, even if he was just yelling at his game mere seconds before. Sometimes you would call him when he's on his computer just to hear him call you this, but he doesn't have to know that.
Jihoon
Most common: babe
We all know Jihoon isn't the best with words, and the same applies to pet names. When in the presence of other people, even close friends, he prefers to stick to just your name, usually accompanied by a light touch to grab your attention. But recently, he's been starting to let babe slip. You don't even think he notices. You're not going to tell him, though.
When you're alone: my love
He may not be comfortable with pet names in public, but in private? That's a whole different person. "My love, I wrote this song for you". "Love, did you see the new anime that came out?" "Oops, sorry love, didn't see you there". It's like he knows what it does to you. Maybe this is why you're okay whenever your friends tease him for his 'lack of affection', since you know he's anything but.
a/n: may be making a longer version of jihoon's... would you guys be interested? ><
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