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 ♡
