#jihoon drabble

[bluejeanstrash]

you’re so right … something about him in a button up is just so *shivers* … so if you don’t mind, what are your thoughts on ceo husband woozi?!?

- 💐 anon

now…about ceo husband woozi.

- first, let’s talk about him as a ceo—universally loved and deeply respected. he’s very humble and never makes a big deal about his position, but his quiet competence demands respect.

- and he expects this respect to be extended to you. his wife will be treated with respect and if he sees anyone doing otherwise, that person is gone. period. no second chances when it comes to you.

- he’s personable but usually reserved when interacting with his employees but when someone asks about you his face visibly lights up.

- kind of a wife-guy. in the best way. like, will make sure his schedule doesn’t interrupt lunch with you (and if someone calls he’ll very calmly remind them i’m with my wife right now. now’s not the time), will always send over a car when you’re coming to the office, etc. basically will make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of, always.

- is unaware of how hot people find him in the office. i don’t see woozi as a suit-wearing ceo but more of a shirt with sleeves rolled up (yes, this is self-indulgent) and formal pants type. plus a very expensive heavy watch he wears on his wrist, which is his only ‘show’ of wealth. and when he folds his built arms during meetings, his face all serious, the employees are LOOKING and lamenting god, i want him so bad. his wife is so lucky.

- unfortunately for them woozi has never even looked at anyone else and literally has no interest in anyone else. his entire being is devoted to you, and you’re the only one he desires.

- very proudly keeps his arm wrapped around your waist at formal events while he talks you up, his amazing wife. and at the dinners, he keeps one hand resting on your thigh, sometimes to reassure you with his presence and other times to caress and tease till you get worked up.

- speaking of getting worked up…he loves fucking you in his office. what really turns him on is a quickie before his meetings. if he has a meeting at 3:30 pm, woozi’s buried deep inside you at 3:24.

both of you are fully clothed, only his pants are unzipped and your dress has been pulled up. he makes you sit on his lap and ride him while his hands grip your waist tight. as you bounce on his dick, he groans, eyes dropping to his watch to check the time every few seconds. they’re going to be walking in here in 6 minutes. be a good little girl and cum for me. and when you tell him you can’t yet he simply says then you can cum while they all watch, because i’m not letting you go until i feel you dripping down my cock.

and so you speed up, fucking him faster as you play with your clit, his heavy grunts pushing you closer and closer until you start to cum, squeezing around his cock which always pushes him over edge. as you feel him release his warm thick cum inside you, there’s a polite knock on the door. sir, it’s time for your 3:30 meeting. should i let them in?

you quickly pull off him, both of you fixing yourselves as he tells his secretary to send them in. he smiles, giving you little tap on the ass as everyone walks in, bowing to him respectfully. come in, just give me a minute, i’m just saying goodbye to my wife. everyone bows to you politely as you walk to the door, woozi’s hand around your waist and his cum dripping down the side of your thigh.

i’ll see you at home, love. he leans in to give you a kiss on the cheek, just like a respectable ceo husband would, pretending like he didn’t just cum inside you a minute earlier.

-

so, anyway, those are my thoughts on ceo husband woozi.

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[angelwoozi]

sugar ♡ ljh

pairing ; boyfriend!jihoon x reader

rating / genre ; sfw // tooth rotting fluff, humor

summary ; its a lazy morning. and your boyfriend is struggling to make a coffee.

wc ; 927

warnings ; kissing

note ; this is absolute idiocy !! i was very much into floofy thoughts and this is a pure soft jihoon brainrot so bear with me!! unedited !!

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The curtains of the living room move a little bit as the warm breeze scurries in and hits your face, which is barely awake.

It was 10 am in the morning, albeit a slow morning, and you were trying to keep your eyes open so that you don't fall asleep on your boyfriend trying to make you breakfast.

You knew that apartment was your home – given that you signed the lease and all. But the true feeling of home invaded you whenever you saw Jihoon and his tiniest gestures to bring a smile to your face. To make your worries vanish and calm down your heart. His eyes which disappeared whenever he smiled from ear to ear, the sound of his excited laughter, the touch of his fingers carding through your hair when you laid your head on his chest – all of it brought home to you.

Right now, the feeling was making your heart soar through the clouds as you saw him bustling around the kitchen with a kettle and a plate of toast in his hands and a rather – confused expression on his face?

"Hoon?"

"Hmm?" he quips back, unfocused.

"What are you searching for?"

"Huh?" he comes to a halt and looks at you owlishly through his glasses which were a little askew.

So. Very. Cute.

You smile and shake your head at his complete unawareness of his own state.

"You are searching for something?" you try again.

"Ah yeah. Sugar."

You furrow your eyebrows and stand up, to go and help him find it. He resumes once he sees you in action and pulls out your mugs from the cabinet.

It's comforting, it's domestic, it's how homely and calm you wanted your Sunday morning to be. Your eyes follow his movements as he searches for the sugar when you notice it.

The jar of sugar by the stove – the stove on which he has set a pan for his eggs.

It's been there all along.

"Jihoon."

"What?" he is exasperated and you want to smack his head for his idiocy.

"There's the jar." you point to it and he goes still as he follows your movement. A second later, he scoffs.

"That's salt, Y/N."

No words. You just glare at him with an eyebrow raised. Even though it is sleep-ridden, your glare is taunting – because that is sugar, not salt. The big sticker around it suggests so and you yourself were the one to stick it and fill the jar.

"Oh my god. It is sugar."

The laugh that leaves your lips is instinctive and you immediately wrap your arms around Jihoon's torso from the back.

"You need sleep." you mumble into his hoodie, cheek squished against his back. His shoulders shake as he laughs at your comment and you hum.

His scent overpowers your senses and you almost sigh before you are suddenly deprived of the feeling of him pressed up against you. You whine with your eyes closed when you feel him move away, you are still rooted to your spot. A laugh sounds in your ears at your antiques and a moment later you are wrapped in the warmest embrace of your love – this time with your cheek against his heart.

A kiss lands on the top of your head and you melt in his hands.

"You are making breakfast."

"That was some quick observation, love." he laughs and you smack his back.

"Still quicker than you finding the jar."

"Not reall-"

"No no. Technically, it was me who found the jar and-"

"You know what?" He cuts you off by squeezing you tighter and rolling his eyes as he brings you even closer. You look up at him with your chin on his chest and the smuggest look one can form when they are groggily awake.

"What?"

"I still need to check if it's really sugar or not."

Oh.

Is he thinking what you think he is thinking?

You wanna laugh.

"Uh huh. Taste it?" you cautiously suggest.

"Sure."

You anticipate his next move with your lips pursed to stop you from laughing out loud as you watch him open the jar with one hand and dip his finger inside it. A smile breaks out on your features at his antiques – especially when he slowly brings the finger to his lips slowly, as if trying to make you feel some way. But all you do is find it funny.

"Jihoon what are you-"

"Shhh." you are shushed with a finger at your lips.

That finger at your lips and that's when you realize.

His lips land on your slowly, painfully slow. But the moment the softness touches you, your body wakes up and you feel the heat shoot up from your toes to your head, the blush spreading across your face. His hand moves behind your head and he brings you closer as he starts moving his lips against yours, savoring every flavor, breath and grain of sugar he just smeared across them. His fingers card through your hair and hold you tightly, making your toes curl with the intensity.

Your heart catapults it's way out of your chest and soars through the clouds, making you feel like a giddy teenager all over again.

God, the effect he had on you.

But alas, even your heart is not immune to gravity, and it needs to be grounded when he breaks the kiss, both of you gasping for air.

He nudges your nose with his, with a smile and licks his lips.

"It is sugar indeed."

So. Very. Sweet.

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© angelwoozi.

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[eoieopda]

the one with jihoon and the gold medal

pairing: lee jihoon x gn!reader type: drabble | genre: fluff | rating: pg15 | wc: 800 au: best friends to ? summary: jihoon is the featherweight champion of pining. he’s also pretty adept at getting you home from the bar at the end of the night. cw: reader is drunk, jihoon is down bad, and the ending is up for debate. a/n: i wrote this in jihoon’s pov, and i left it very ambiguous about what reader’s feelings are. i’d love to hear your thots 👀 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.

There are two things that Lee Jihoon knows for sure he can’t do.

He can’t drive, which has no meaningful impact on his day-to-day life. The world doesn’t start or stop turning because he doesn’t have his license, despite what his friends seem to think. The fact that he can’t drink would — theoretically — be a little less shitty if he could drive, though. 

Because that’s not the case, he’s always the only sober person on any given night out. Worse, he can’t even get his shitfaced friends home without attempting to wrangle them on public transit. That, for the record, is a nightmare far above his fucking pay grade.

So, more often than not, Jihoon doesn’t stick around for the drinks that always follow dinner. He shows up, eats his weight in white rice, and when there’s nothing left on the table but a mess of empty dishes, he bails. He’s got a routine down, executes it flawlessly every time.

Almost every time.

Tonight may have slipped away from him, but it’s not his fault — it’s yours. If you hadn’t squeezed his forearm while laughing at one of his jokes, Jihoon would be home free by now. But you did, and he’s not, and he’s somehow finding it difficult to categorize this as a failure.

No, the way you get the tiniest bit more affectionate when you’re tipsy feels a hell of a lot like success. Just for a little while, Jihoon can let you tuck yourself under his arm; and he can pretend he’s not trapped in the silent hell that is yearning — and oh, god, does he yearn. You, however, come with a price tag. 

For the astronomical cost of the most meaningful friendship he has, he could clue you in on the pining. Check the temperature, see if your heart sounds like a cartoonish, old-timey car horn whenever you see him. That’s a bigger risk than Jihoon’s willing to take, and even if it wasn’t, he wouldn’t know where the fuck to start.

“I ah-wooga you”? 

Absolutely fucking not.

Jihoon doesn’t realize he’s gazing at you until you toss a crinkled-up chopstick wrapper at him. It bounces off of his unsuspecting chin, drops down into his lap. He blinks while he buffers, then he stares at you with an incredulousness that’s entirely manufactured, mouth hanging open. More than anything, he’s impressed by your aim in this state.

“Since when can you astral project, Jihoonie?” You ask with a laugh that’s likely a lot louder than you realize.

He’s impassive on the outside, but on the inside, he’s a puddle of goo. When you’re buzzed, he’s not oppa anymore — just Jihoonie — and it makes his knees wobble. To distract himself, Jihoon picks up the ball of paper and fires it back at you with shocking precision. Your eyes cross, almost in slow motion, as you watch it hit the tip of your nose.

Bullseye.

Pretending to be chill about any of this, Jihoon shrugs and says, “None of your business,” just to see if you’ll pout — and you do, you do, you do. He’s doomed, he realizes with a smile he can’t fight off. Oh, well.

You pick up your drink and down what little’s left of it before gesturing his way. The ice cubes clink against the glass. Uninhibited, he thinks, just like you. Donning puppy-dog eyes, you announce, “I think I need to go home now.”

There’s no question included because there’s no reality in which you’d ever have to ask. Jihoon is on his feet before you can punctuate that statement, hand held out to haul you up to yours. You squeak — an acceptance of his offer, he dares to presume — and then you take his hand.

You don’t let go once you stand up, which he attributes to your unsteadiness. Still, it doesn’t make him any less grateful for the way your fingers take up residency in the space between his. 

Even if it’s all he can be, he’ll be your anchor. If it means physically steering you towards the train station and hovering nearby when you attempt to befriend every living being — human or otherwise — that you encounter along the way, so be it. If he winds up loving you harder with every staggered step you take in the wrong direction, well… What else is new?

“Ready?” He asks with a tilt of his head towards the bar’s front door.

“Set, go!” You shout, and you sure as shit do.

At a rate of speed he could’ve never predicted, no less.

It’s a mad dash to the exit — one he wasn’t ready for, and one that nearly makes him fall over — but he keeps pace with you, like always. His foot crosses the threshold first, as a matter of fact, so he turns his head to brag to you about it. You’re already looking at him, grin beaming like a fucking spotlight, and he doesn’t need to state the obvious. 

Jihoon knows he’s the winner.

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[theficblog]

NO REGRETS

PARK JIHOON

Prologue: When you finally open up your heart, Jihoon has a logic. Perhaps things can be made better at a ghosted book store.

Genre: Fluff + Friends to Lovers

Wordcount: 888

Warnings: Slight age difference even though both are adults

"No! That's mine!" You whined at the older male as he teased you by threatening to devour the chocolate bar in his hands.

"Maybe it was." He commented.

"If you don't give it to me I won't think twice before ruining your white shirt with this weird mix of yellow, blue and green paint. It's acrylic." You warned him with an evil smirk.

"Will you?" He teased you again.

You inched your paintbrush's tip dangerously close to his clothing, and Jihoon's eyebrows started to furrow in response.

"There you go, all right." He gave in right away.

He offered you a bite since your hands were preoccupied with the colours in front of you.

"Don't drop it, they are gonna charge you for the amends." He warned you in a whisper. Perhaps painting at a bookstore was a bad idea.

"Nobody is listening, there's no one here." You spoke casually.

The atmosphere was filled with the smell of old paper and wood emanating from the dozen shelves that were arranged all around you. Jihoon leaned against one of them, using it to support his back while you sat next to him. The owner of the place wouldn't mind you two being there when no one else was here either, you were never the type to draw on books.

You had known Jihoon ever since you were a toddler, he was your neighbour's son. Even though he was four years older than you, you both enjoyed great chemistry. The differences in preferences, from conversation topics to lifestyle choices, were noticeable in the younger years but given the present time they were more or less similar, you both were now adults, after all. 

Jihoon's attention from his book was diverted at the sight of you struggling to keep your hair in place. 

"Did you shampoo your hair today?" He mocked again but his laughter was quickly brought to an end as you raised the brush again.

"Which book are you reading?" You leaned your head to the side to have a better look as you peered into the pages.

"Something your dumb brain wouldn't understand." He spoke, without lifting his eyes from the words that were tying down all his interest.

"Tskk!" You voiced as your hair flicks slid through and in front of your eyes, again, caused by the motion of the head

Jihoon closed his book, tipped his body in your direction, and reached out to tuck your hair back in place.

His face was close, albeit not too close or too far away, giving you a view of his face. In a snap of a moment, you felt different, even though on the inside you knew you had been suppressing what you felt for him. Ever since you came of age, Jihoon seemed more than just a friend. 

As he fixed your hair, you poked the heart-shaped mole on his cheek. He made eye contact with you and grinned in response to your action.

Maybe this was the right time.

You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his soft, pink ones. It was only a peck. The two of you paused for a brief second, not moving. You softly slammed your lips to his again, this time the contact lasted longer, the lips started to move in sync with each other, eyes closed and an odd surge of hormones was coursing through your body.

Jihoon abruptly pulled back as he shook his head. "No!" He breathed, his eyes never meeting yours. "This is not right, Y/N. You’re younger than me." He reasoned. 

"I'm an adult. I know what I am doing." You protested back.

"I'm four years older than you!" His voice held emotions.

You backed off, showing him a subtle yet apologetic smile. "If you think that's right."

Jihoon was buried in thought, so he remained silent for several minutes, increasing your tension. Would this act end all of your past dynamics? For some reason, however, your gut held no regrets. 

The hands of the clock moved to indicate the passing of more time. Silence still prevailed, and you joined Jihoon in staring into a blank space.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked.

"About us." He said.

"Huh?" You gained back your focus.

"This is so wrong." He repeated. 

"I'm sorry. let's just forget it happened-"

He cut you off. "I can't convince my heart." He confessed.

"I like you Y/N, but I can't help but think of how wrong it would be."

"Why would it be wrong?" You questioned again, proceeding to give him a reason by yourself. "We are both adults, and what's wrong with loving each other? It's not a crime." You explained.

"The age difference. What if you regret being with me after some years?" Jihoon was very emotional yet serious about this.

"Then I'll have to call you grandpa for the rest of our lives." You said playfully, taking his hand in yours. 

"No regrets." You promised.

"No regrets." He repeated as he opened his arms, and heart for you.

You wasted no time in falling into his embrace, without taking notice of one thing. The paint.

"This was my favourite shirt!" He whined, again. 

"Oops." You pouted.

Jihoon took the brush away from your hand, using it to make a heart on your cheek, making you both blush like idiots.

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[farewelln3verland]

hii can i request 13 + 14 for dom jihoon or yoshi (u can decide) please and thanks !!

A CHRISTMAS TEASE

pairing: dom! jihoon x kinda stupid! gn reader

warnings: the reader decides to tease jihoon, bad idea bae, suggestive,christmas themed, mentions of hanukkah/jewish reader

author's note: i'm sorry, i know there was no ask for a jewish reader, but there needs to be some christmas x hanukka spirit!

you'd had enough. your boyfriend had been ignoring you for weeks. you know he's a busy man with all his promotions and everything but it's the holiday season! he could at least spend a nice dinner with you without having to go away.

being jewish, you'd never celebrated christmas, you thought, as you lit the next candle in line. but...this year you deserve a christmas present.

"jihoonieee" you call.

"mmm?" you heard a non-committal voice from the sofa. calling back that he needed to come right away, you heard him get up and walk towards the bathroom.

"what's up- oh." he'd just seen you dressed up and ready to go out. "what's this? did you get ready for me?" a small smile flitted across his face, and he put his lit up phone in his pocket.

you almost regretted the next part of the plan, but you needed to see this through. "hmm? no, i'm going out with some friends. can you zip this up please?" you turned around to show the zipper, unzipped.

"i-uh. sure." his smile quickly left his face and a dissapointed look came through his eyes. he almost seemed sad for a second, but as his eyes met yours in the mirror as he was helping you, his eyes widened.

"nuh-uh. you would know better." he murmured to himself, scanning you for any signs of what- you weren't exactly sure. but you wanted to kick yourself for not remembering he caught on way too quickly to things.

"you would know better, right, doll?" he asked you this time, lips slightly pursed.

"no, i'd never-ah shit." you realized you'd just given yourself away, confirming you knew what he meant, when he could be talking about anything.

"ah,ah, ah. he tsked, pulling the zipper down on the top you'd be wearing. "you're in so much trouble."

"get on your knees love. i'm going to fucking ruin you for this. maybe this will teach you to not be such a tease. say it with me." he gripped your hair, pulling it back as you unbuttoned his jeans.

"don't be such a tease," you whimpered to yourself.

"good doll."

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[wonwoonlight]

when he won't stop staring at you

Jihoon x OC // happy birthday hoon🤍 this is nothing but fluff. No plot whatsoever. And yes I wrote this bc he keeps on staring at the screen during his live.

"Stop staring at me?"

Jihoon raises an eyebrow, eyes still piercing through you. "Why?"

"Why are you even staring at me?"

"Why not?"

"Jihoon!"

He laughs at your pout, grabbing your hand that hit his shoulder before proceeding to link his fingers with yours. His eyes still refuse to leave you though, and when you use your other hand to cover his face, he simply huffs an amused breath as he avoids your palm.

It's funny how you still manage to make his heart flutters. Make it pounds against his chest loudly again and again and again even when you're doing nothing but send a smile his way.

He's not sure why you also still have it in you to be flustered when he stares at you when you've been together for quite long, a favorite hobby of his that he usually does when you're not looking.

Had he known your reaction would be this adorable to the point where it hurts, he would've done it sooner.

Alas.

"You're really not going to stop?" You whine, leaning your cheek on the back of his hand that's holding yours in hostage.

"You haven't told me why I should." He teases you further, mirroring the tilt of your head. He's in one of his playful mood today and your reaction isn't helping at all.

"It's flustering me." You admit in a whisper, and you suspect Jihoon could probably tell you're being honest by the way your cheeks are heating up from his consistant gaze. "Why are you in this mood?"

"I just like looking at you." He shrugs nonchalantly, like his words didn't just awaken the butterflies in your stomach. Thousands of them and they're all wild. It's too much. But it feels good and you're not sure if you want him to stop or keep going. "I can't look at you?"

"Whatever." You settle, leaning forward to hide yourself in his neck instead. If he's not going to stop looking at you, then you're gonna do it yourself.

His chest vibrates with laughter at the contrast between your word and your action, wrapping his arms around you then drops a kiss on top of your head.

He also likes having you in his arms, anyway.

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[thru-the-grapevine]

[11:04 AM] “Come in!” Jihoon called, not looking up from his project when someone knocked at the studio door.

The door opened and shut, but he was hardly paying attention. He frowned over the drum mixer he had pulled up, trying to figure out where he’d deviated. The sound still worked…but it would blend so much better once he made the right adjustment.

“It’s snowing outside again.”

Jihoon blinked and looked up from his project, directly at you. There was a light dusting of snow still on your head and the shoulders of your coat, and you were smiling in that fond way that made his heart do stupid little leaps.

“It does that, yeah,” Jihoon murmured, swiveling his desk chair around and standing. “Were you outside long?”

“Some of your groupmates wanted me to make snow angels on the roof with them,” you explained, shrugging off your coat and draping your arms around Jihoon’s waist.

Jihoon bit back a grin and touched the tip of his nose against yours. Your nose was cold. “You humor them too much.”

“Hey, the less they distract you, the happier you are,” you insisted, grinning. “And happy boyfriends usually say yes when you ask for a kiss?”

“You’re embarrassing,” Jihoon said without meaning it, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

Your lips were cool against his. Jihoon liked kisses like this, slow and soft and sweet. He let his hands settle on your hips, feeling your hands run soothingly along his back.

He jumped back with a yelp, however, when your hands snuck under his shirt.

“Babe, your hands are freezing.”

Your mischievous grin told Jihoon you’d known exactly how cold your hands were. “Whoops?”

“Hmm,” Jihoon murmured, eyes narrowing playfully at you, who only grinned wider. “Just for that, I’m going back to my project.”

“But I just got here!”

Jihoon sat back down at his desk, turning and hiding his grin. “What happened to the whole ‘wanting your boyfriend to be happy’ thing?”

“My hands were cold,” you insisted.

He felt you grab his chair and spin it back around. You were making one of those puppy-dog faces he could almost never resist. “And you’re really nice and warm, and I didn’t think you wanted me to stay cold.”

You put your hands on the arms of his desk chair and leaned in close, effectively trapping him in. He felt his pulse leap, giddy and anticipating.

“Plus also you think I’m cute and you forgive me?” You added hopefully.

Jihoon didn’t respond for a long moment, trying to pretend he was annoyed a little longer. But god, you were really good at puppy-dog eyes. He had no idea how anyone else had managed to survive them all these years.

“Fine,” he muttered, taking the collar of your shirt and pulling you in to kiss you again.

He tried to ignore the way your lips curled into a satisfied smile against his mouth.

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[celestialpearls]

➱ in love with the music(ian)

➱ Lee Jihoon x reader

➱ Fluff, implied fubu relationship (or lack thereof lol), a suggestive joke from jihoon

➱ 885 words

➱ Fate seems to be determined as she continues to keep you and Jihoon in each other’s orbit. So here you are, heart rattling in its cage as you come to a realisation. 

➱ A/N: This is a scene from a fic that I’ll probs never finish rip. Happy Valentines/Carat day to you all! 💖💙

  Jihoon finishes a note cleanly, which earns applause and some loud whistles that came mainly from your table. He flashes a smile and that is met with Seungkwan and Mingyu’s collective screams of “Jihoooon, we’re your biggest fans!” 

The musician waves and bows at the audience, his grin confident and bright as he walks off from the small stage. People naturally gather around him and you know that it is because of his brilliant performance and the charisma he exudes. 

Seokmin nudges you and wiggles his eyebrows, “so, did Jihoon’s velvety voice make your heart do an acrobatic routine?” 

He adds when Mingyu’s eyes widen, “your words, not mine.” 

Your table cackles as they ignore your glares, slumping in your seat as you cross your arms. 

“Fuck you,” and their giggles intensify but you can’t deny the obvious answer to Seokmin’s question. 

That yes, his voice causes your heart to perform an acrobatic routine perfectly. The conversation shifts and you tune them out, eyes set on Jihoon. He was speaking to people who seemed like students from his department, fingers brushing his hair away as he laughed at something they said. There is this palpable ache in your heart lately whenever you are around him and you are unsure as to how you should handle it. 

Whether it is the soft pink lighting of the restaurant or you are wearing rose-tinted glasses, Jihoon glows beautifully and your heart quickens its run. It halts, stumbles when he looks around and his grin when he sees you knocks the wind out of you. You tilt your head towards the direction of the restaurant’s exit and he gives you a small nod. 

You excuse yourself from your friends and Seungkwan furrows his eyebrows, “you good?” 

You assure him, “I’m fine. It just feels a bit stuffy so I’m gonna step out for a bit.” 

“Text one of us if you wanna go,” Mingyu says and you smile at them before walking off. 

You see Jihoon wave to the people he was talking to as you go out. Seconds later, the small bell above the door jingles and the rose tint behind your gaze brightens. His eyes shine under the dandelion yellow of the streetlights and you are mesmerised. 

“So. Did you like it?” He fiddles with his earlobe and you raise an eyebrow. 

“Fishing?”

He rolls his eyes but his smile is still there, “no, idiot. I value your opinion.” 

You are taken aback. Jihoon receives numerous praises from people about his performances and compositions. He was deemed as a promising performer by everyone in his department. His social media following was steadily growing and he is always booked for gigs. 

Yet here he is, interested in your input about his performance. You smile, “excellent. When have I ever not liked your craft?”

He’s beautiful. His ears and cheeks are tinged pink, the shine in his eyes evident. He beams and you dare to hope that his voice is as breathless as yours, “oh...thank you.” 

But his bashfulness disappears as quickly as an arrow reaches its desired target. His smugness radiates strongly as he steps forward and pulls you to him by the waist. His hand is warm on your hips and your hand is splayed on his chest. 

“Do I get a reward?” 

You grin, before properly responding by pressing your lips to his. Kissing him with need. Always with need; it seems like you can never get enough of the talented musician. He matches your fervour before slowing down eventually as he gently pulls your lower lip, his hands come down to squeeze your ass. The both of you pull away, breaths mingling on each other’s lips. 

“Mm, be patient,” you kiss his lips one more time. 

He kisses your nose and causes your stomach to clench in want. But it’s a want that is different from whenever you are usually around Jihoon. He answers, “that’s my strength.” 

You laugh the strange feeling away as you grab his wrist. “Yeah, yeah Mr. Most Patient. Now, let’s go back in because my friends haven’t stopped talking about you.” 

He pushes the door open and scoffs playfully, “I’d have hoped you’d be the one that would talk nonstop about me. Do I not satisfy you in bed that much, angel?”

Your cheeks heat up as you pinch his side, “Jihoon!” 

Later on, as laughter and great company encompass you, you put a name to the unusual feeling you have that has been present recently, especially tonight. The name starts to form when you see how easily Jihoon blends in with your friends. He matches their energy and entertains their antics, eyes curving prettily to resemble crescent moons. Then, the cackle that has slight similarity to a witch as he lightly slaps Seokmin’s arm has you stupidly endeared. 

And finally, the name of that emotion comes to you. The realisation has your ears ringing and once it settles, it is as quick as a shooting star. It happens when Seungkwan exaggerates his celebrity impersonation, Mingyu and Jihoon linking their hands as they bow their bodies in laughter. The music major looks up at you then, his smile bright as he squeezes your thigh and places his arm around your chair. 

The feeling is love. You are in love. 

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[savventeen]

woozi + hospital

[woozi + hospital] [cw: hospital mention, implied near-death]

Jihoon is sitting in the passenger seat of Seungcheol's car as they drive to the hospital when he starts to feel it.

Horrified, he watches his string start to fray. "Nonono, aegi hold on, please, please don't—"

Like a miracle, the fraying stops, and he clings to the single thread.

[send me a svt member and a one-word prompt and i'll write you something 50 words or less] [masterlist]

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[stantrash171819]

Late Night Calls —> Lee Jihoon

pic from Woozinology FB account

genre/warnings: fluff, idol!au, long distance relationship, established relationship

note: so i saw this pic and it gave me ldr vibes and it makes me so SOFT

“Hi.”

He giggles at the sight of your messy hair, obviously jostled up from the sleep he interrupted. You rub your eyes, trying to wake yourself up. Jihoon places his phone on the desk in front of him and watches your eyes struggle to keep open. “We don’t have to call, you know?”

You wave him off. “It’s fine,” you say with a groggy voice, “missed you too.” Your screen shakes as you scramble to fix the pillows behind you so that you can lie comfortably. “Your day went ok?” 

Jihoon nods, “A couple of songs got approved for the album. One of them was the one you said you liked.”

You hum, “Really? See I told you I have good taste. Have I heard the other one?”

“Not yet,” he replies. “Here, I’ll play it if you want.” Jihoon pushes a few buttons on the controls in his desk panel, then a tune plays. The sound resonates in the studio and you hear it very well on your end. Both you and Jihoon were subtly bobbing your head to the beat when the chorus starts. 

The song ends, and Jihoon looks back at his phone screen. He notices your head lulling back on the pillows behind you. You’re obviously trying to keep yourself awake for this call. "Long day at work?"

You nod and yawn out, "Yeah, a couple of guys were a handful but it wasn't too bad. They're newly hired and trying really hard to be helpful."

Another yawn escaped from your lips. Jihoon sighs, knowing that he should let you get some rest. He has some work to go back to anyway. "It's late. Go back to sleep.”

You whine at him like a child not wanting to go to bed. “But I want to talk to you moreeeeeee.” 

Jihoon chuckles, “Let’s call again tomorrow, alright? I’ll even set a reminder on my phone.”

He may be a busy man, but he's a reliable one as well. You smile at the effort and finally relent. “Fine. See you, Jihoon. Love you. The song’s great by the way.”

His smile widens slightly, reassured that he has your support as always. “Goodnight Y/N. Love you, too.” 

"Don't forget to drink water, k?"

Jihoon reassures you that he, too, that he will be resting in a while. The call ends after that. He leans back on his swivel chair, the big smile still on his face.

He makes a mental note to treat you to dinner the next time you meet.

#i love him #and that pic makes me so soft #i want a jihoon too #lee jihoon x reader #lee jihoon fluff #lee jihoon #jihoon fluff #jihoon x reader #jihoon drabble #lee jihoon drabble #svt drabble #seventeen drabble #seventeen x reader #woozi fluff #woozi x reader #woozi drabble #seventeen idol au #lee jihoon idol au #woozi idol au

[bluejeanstrash]

you had pretty much spent the entire day losing your mind over how fucking fine your boyfriend was looking. the black suit on the news was already bad enough but then he took it off and rolled his sleeves up during the stream?

it was simply too much. and you had let jihoon know by sending him increasingly dramatic messages throughout the day. he would never admit it incase he sounded too conceited, but god he loved it when you hyped up his looks. the cheesier the message, the better.

he had been reading them during every break, giggling at your rapid thirsty descent. and when he walked through the door after work, sleeves still rolled up, gorgeous forearms on display, you had to reiterate just how hot he was.

‘stoo-op’ he whines, feeling embarrassed at the many compliments coming out of your mouth. and like he did when he was awkward, jihoon changes the subject.

‘i’m going to go wash up and change’ he says, starting to walk away.

‘come back here and let me love you’ you follow him as he starts laughing, walking even faster.

‘seriously though-’ you stop teasing, leaning against the door frame as he walks into the bedroom ‘-you looked so good babe! kind of like a ceo. felt like i should call you sir or something’

immediately, jihoon stops. he slowly turns around, the tips of his ears starting to blush red.

‘call me what?’

‘sir’

you walk up to him and run your finger down his shirt, feeling his abs along the way.

‘you know like - yes sir. please sir. thank you sir’ you moan, doing your best impression of every terrible porno ever made.

jihoon doesn’t know what’s worse—the awful impression or the fact that it’s turning him on. he stares at you for a second and then mutters ‘say that again’ taking one step closer.

thinking he’s joking, you let out a little laugh, but when you feel something hard against you, you know he’s not.

until now in your dom-sub play you didn’t really call jihoon anything. if you did have to refer to him, you’d just call him by his name. but the word sir was sitting pretty in your mouth and hitting his ear just right.

‘again’

‘yes sir. please sir. thank you sir’ you repeat, submissively this time, as he looks down at you, eyes overcast with lust. they always grew dark and severe like this when he moved into domspace.

it honestly always surprised you how he was able to switch up so easily. the atmosphere now was completely different than a few seconds ago. there’s a sudden stillness in the air, a desperate tension waiting to be released.

jihoon brings his hand up to your face, slowly tracing the shape of your lips with his thumb.

‘you make it sound so pretty in that mouth’

‘thank you...sir’ you reply as the corners of his mouth turn up slightly, pleased with how quickly you’ve caught on.

‘such a good girl’ he looks down at your lips thinking how his cock would look equally pretty pushing through them and suddenly feels this rush of lust as he imagines your cum stained mouth saying thank you sir.

you can feel how horny he is. all this…because of a word?

‘i think you deserve a little reward’ he says, and just like that every thought in your mind is consumed by one word: reward. because jihoon’s rewards were just like his punishments—a little too much.

‘tell me-’ he tucks your hair behind your ear before sliding his hand down to your jaw ‘-do you want my cock, my fingers, or my tongue? i’ll let you choose this time’

‘your fingers’ you reply instantly, feeling a little desperate. the thought of jihoon’s slender fingers moving in and out of you with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up was making your brain buzz.

‘fingers please’ you repeat, slower.

he looks at you, raising a stern eyebrow. aren’t you forgetting something?

‘…sir’

#i literally wrote this the day calm down man aired and totally forgot about this #got some time to finish this #woozi drabble #woozi x you #woozi smut #woozi imagines #woozi fanfic #lee jihoon #jihoon smut #jihoon x reader #jihoon drabble #woozi one shot

[gamerwoo]

October Drabble Mashup: Lee Jihoon

Characters: Jihoon x gender neutral reader

Genre/warnings: demon/prince of the underworld au, humor, reader is referred to as “it”, mention of being chained up, reader doesn’t talk at all

Word count: 360

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a/n: part of the october drabble mashup  

He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t stand another second. He wanted to take it back but he wasn’t sure there was a way. He never had reason to find out.

Not until you.

“Take it back,” Jihoon demanded.

Jihoon was essentially ruler of The Underworld. He was known by many names, but you grew to know him as Jihoon. You quickly learned that he didn’t see the souls he collected as people, and he referred to all of them as ‘it’. It didn’t really bother you because you expected an eternity of pain and suffering or whatever when you signed your soul over to him.

But that was only 45 minutes ago, and he was already caving.

“Take...what back?” Soonyoung questioned.

“That,” he stated, pointing harshly at you, who was standing by his thrown with an almost empty look in your eyes.

Soonyoung glanced at you in confusion and eyed you up and down before looking back at Jihoon, “...What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s driving me fucking insane!” he growled.

Jihoon had never taken a soul so intensely annoying. You wouldn’t shut up and give him peace for two seconds. When he snapped his fingers and used his power to shut you up, you started humming and rocking back and forth. When he snapped them again to chain you up, you tapped your toes with the little movement you had. You just didn’t fucking stop.

“Um...” Soonyoung hummed, “I’m not quite sure you can return it.”

“Well find a way!” Jihoon demanded, slamming his fist against the arm of his throne.

“Aren’t you prince of The Underworld?” Soonyoung pointed out. “If you don’t know a way to return it, I sure as hell wouldn’t know.”

Jihoon let out a low, annoyed growl as his narrowed, darkened eyes drifted off to the side toward you. You looked back at him with that same, stupid, empty look that he’d already grown to hate. A look that he’d have to stare at for all eternity.

"I guess you’re living with an eternity of pain and suffering instead,” Soonyoung snickered.

Jihoon’s glare flickered to Soonyoung as his eyes blackened, “Shut the hell up.”

#jihoon #woozi #seventeen #jihoon au #jihoon imagine #jihoon scenario #jihoon drabble #jihoon oneshot #jihoon fic #jihoon x reader #woozi au #woozi imagine #woozi scenario #woozi drabble #woozi oneshot #woozi fic #woozi x reader #seventeen au #seventeen imagine #seventeen scenario #seventeen drabble #seventeen oneshot #seventeen fic #seventeen x reader

[mangolilac]

Stealing kisses

SoonHoon au, drabble, random prompt.

🐯🍚

(Day 1) Soonyoung licks his lips after stealing yet another kiss from Jihoon, the later staring at him.

"Why do you kiss me so much lately?" He asks

"Can't I?" Soonyoung retorts and Jihoon squits his eyes

"Yes, you can... Of course you can."

(Day 2) Their kisses got a little heated and Soonyoung was now moaning into Jihoon's mouth while kissing him like it's the end of the world.

"You taste so good, so good" Jihoon shivers at the words and lets Soonyoung take everything he wants from him.

(Day 3) Jihoon forgot his lipbalm at his studio and Soonyoung keeps pouting at him.

"What?" he asks

"Nothing" Soonyoung reply

"Your pout say otherwise," Jihoon takes a deep breath. "Don't you want my kisses today?" Soonyoung rolls his eyes and open his mouth to speak.

"Of course I want to—"

"Then come here," Jihoon interrupts him and Soonyoung obeys, going to him and sitting on Jihoon's lap. "Why? you don't want my kisses now that I don't have my lipbalm?"

The words made Soonyoung turn red and he tried to stand up from the other's lap.

"Where are you going?" Jihoon says amused and Soonyoung can't really believe the situation he's gotten himself in.

"Y-you knew?"

"Of course I knew"

"And you let me?"

"Of course I let you"

"Do you like my kisses?"

"Your kisses feel like magic, Soonyoung."

#soonhoon #fanfic #drabble #svt #hoshi woozi combo #soonyoung drabble #jihoon drabble #soonhoon au

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

12:48am

Jihoon couldn’t think.

He hated days like this. Days where he simply couldn’t think of a good thing to save his life. Days where the music just wasn’t coming to him. No matter how he strummed his guitar, our played at the keyboard, or fiddled with preset sounds on his computer nothing sounded good, nothing sounded right. Even his lyrics didn’t make sense. Nothing rhymed, nothing made sense.

He hated this. He hated not being able to do the one thing he was always supposed to be able to do.

It was so frustrating to try to work when his brain wouldn’t let him, and yet he didn’t really have anything better to do. The only thing he could do was try his best and sit there and just hope that the block went away.

But it had been hours.

Jihoon was tempted to just give up and go home.

His phone dinged and he glanced over to it. He felt frustration ping in him, sure that it was just one of his managers badgering him about the progress of his song. He considered ignoring it but decided despite his hesitance to take a look at it.

He was glad he did.

Hey do you mind if I come hang out with you?

I have so much work to get done but I can’t think without you around...

God you make me so dumb and clingy

I promise I won’t bother you

As he looked at the onslaught of text messages you sent him another one.

Jihooonnnnn, pleaseeeeee

He chuckled and slid open his phone.

Come over, he sent back. But seriously. Be on your best behavior.

When you came over you were insistent on being good. You rushed over to Jihoon, your hand falling in his hair and your lips pressing briefly to the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t mind me!” You insisted. You dropped to the ground, and sat next to Jihoon your back leaning against his legs. A smile flitted across Jihoon’s face.

You were so funny like that. There were so many places you could be. You could sit somewhere comfortable, take a seat on his couch or even in the chair next to him and yet you always insisted on being as close to him as possible.

True to your word you stayed quiet.

You immediately got to work on your computer, and yet as you worked Jihoon just couldn’t get his mind off of you. Just you being there next to him made his whole body warm. He felt energy thrumming through his body, the sound of a tune ran through his brain, lyrics accompanying the tune. A smile crossed his lips.

He couldn’t help it. He reached down, his fingers briefly burying in your hair. You startled at the touch but before you could really react his hands lowered to your chin, tilting your head up. He bent over, ignoring your shocked expression and dragged you into a kiss.

He smiled against your lips and then pulled away. For a moment you were completely silent. But that moment didn’t last long.

“What was that for?” You asked him softly. He let his hand remain in your hair.

“I love you, that’s all.”

You didn’t respond to him, but you didn’t need to for Jihoon to know that your response would echo that of his own. He sat there for a few minutes, waiting for you to resume your work but the distinct lack of the sound of your fingers on your keyboard was impossible to ignore.

“Are you going to get your work done?” He asked.

“You think I can just work after that!”

Jihoon laughed.

He was thankful for you in his life.

#Jihoon drabble #Jihoon timestamp #seventeen timestamps #woozi drabble #woozi timestamp #seventeen drabble #seventeen fanfiction

[farewelln3verland]

Ayo ! since you asked for fluff things maybe you could do like a junghwan imagine where he's studying with y/n but they aren't enough motivated to study (ofc) (I imagine it in the dorm-)

Btw it's the first time I'm asking for something, so I'm sorry if i did it the wrong way (because i saw that most of the requests are with prompts (?) ) or if I'm not explaining clearly

THE BEST PART OF WAKING UP

pairing: best friend! junghwan x reader

warnings: sheer fl u f f

an: stick with me! i know the title's a little odd, but you'll get it! and yes! that's a perfect ask thank you! let me know if you had something else in mind

"c'mon hwan!" you shout from the bedroom as you dig your hands into your hair.

"i'm coming...geez." even though he's mumbling, you can hear his voice as it gets closer to you. every time he managed to pull this. you'd come over to study for a big test, he'd offer snacks and of course you'd accept cause it's free snacks, right? and then he'd dissapear for large amounts of time while you were left alone. studying. did you mention alone?

there's a reason you were studying together. and that was because, well, the two of you barely had a braincell combined, so you needed each other to figure out what the heck the book actually meant.

hell- you'd even asked jihoon of all people to help you study once. there'd only been three willing people to help you study. yoshi, hyunsuk, and jihoon.

yoshi, well, he was nice and an amazing tutor, but he couldn't explain it in a way that made sense to both of you. hyunsuk had gotten too annoyed too quickly- and jihoon. he got irritated. so that left exactly zero people willing to study, and now your study buddy wasn't even studying.

so you told him all this.

"y/n...you can't be serious! this is completly nuts! you know however much we study, we'll still get a not so great grade, so we should just not do it! hey, let's watch a marvel mov-"

"oh no you don't." you wagged a finger. "nuh-uh. we're studying junghwan. end of convo." you crack back open the book and haruto walks into the room.

"hello."

"..." you pause. the last time he'd just stood there, you found out he'd eaten all of the cupcakes you brought. "-what'd you do, haruto."

"it's not me, it's siri."

"siri? how does that even make sense-?"

"hey siri, play the folgers jingle on repeat!" he cried, setting his speaker down and running out of the room.

"no!" junghwan lunged for the speaker, trying to turn off the song, but haruto had managed to set a lock on his phone that even baby cow couldn't get into.

far off in the background, you heard jeongwoo and haruto singing to the god-awful song that you knew would never get out of your head.

"tHe bEsT pArT oF wAkiN uP...iS fOlgeRs iN yO-"

"SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!" roared jihoon from the kitchen, chasing the two around with a plastic spatuala.

looking at each other, you and junghwan burst out laughing.

you may not be studying, but this was waaay more entertaining.

#treasure x reader #treasure imagines #treasure #jihoon drabble #park jihoon #junghwan imagines #junghwan fluff #junghwan x reader #haruto #park jeongwoo

[kdream-factory]

TREASURE Jihoon Drabble: Clumsy Instructor

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Jihoon was genuinely trying hard to teach you how to skate. It's not like he was a pro either but when you noticed him picking up a new hobby you wanted to support him by participating & he would not dare to decline your request. However, explaining was none of his strenghts... "You gotta go like 'swoosh swoosh'- ...no no, with the left, watch it! YES and now let go, LET GO!". Was it stressing you out? Yes. You couldn't do anything productive with those instructions. The poor boy was startled when you just kept giggling while stepping off the board. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Surprise Surprise! I will get myself to try out to write drabbles so if you have anything in mind pls don’t hesitate to request a member and a few keywords or genre ✌️🥰 Niwi~

#TREASURE #TREASURE Jihoon #Jihoon #Teume #Treasure Maker #TREASURE Drabble #Jihoon Drabble #TREASURE Jihoon Drabble #Park Jihoon