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wooataes · 5 months

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in case of emergency - ljh

Pairing: Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: angst, slight comfort, one swear

Summary: an emergency backpack makes Jihoon’s day a little brighter.

A/N: this is a story I’ve had in my docs for nearly 4 years so I repurposed it into a Jihoon oneshot to get rid of my writers block lmao enjoy!

- Tae 🩷🌸✨

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“Jihoon-ah?” An unknown voice filled Jihoon’s ears as he held the phone to his ear.

“Hyung,” his soft voice croaked.

“You’re calling fairly early. It’s not even 2pm yet. How was your date?”

Jihoon was holding a single rose in his hand, taking long strides towards the train station with a defeated look on his face as he let his legs take him to where he needed to go. To say he was disappointed was an understatement. No, he was crushed, if he was completely honest. But he wouldn’t let Seungcheol know that.

Said date was supposed to start at 12pm sharp. He didn’t know what he did wrong to make her stand him up. He did everything correct, he believed. She had given him her number, he was never disrespectful in their texts, and he was a complete gentleman to her. Her texts from the night before lead him to believe she was eager to see him again too. After a simple suggestion by her for a coffee date to get to know each other, Jihoon was disappointed as he sat and waited in the booth for over an hour before deciding to give up with slumped shoulders and a bruised ego. To top it all off, Jihoon had to get caught in a fucking heavy downpour of rain without and umbrella as he made his next move.

What a fucking day.

“I’ll be there in a few hours. I’ll text you.” Jihoon sighed quietly as he placed his phone back into his pocket, stepping onto the train, oblivious to the state that he’s in.

With a frown, he paced past each cart, frown only deepening when he sees almost every one full. Of course it’s his luck that on the one stormy day that he gets rejected and drenched with rain, he’d end up on the full train with standing room left.

Finally, with a grateful sigh, he sees the last cart has only one occupant, chewing his lip as he stepped inside, opening the door a fraction to see you alone.

Your head stays down, long curls curtailing your face from Jihoon, not noticing his presence as your pencil moves carelessly along your sheet of paper.

“Excuse me,” his voice is soft and timid as he steps into the cart. “May I?” He gestures to the empty double seat across from you. “Everywhere else is full.”

Jimin is shocked as your head lifts, adjusting your glasses as a small gasp falls from your pink lips. It was only then Jihoon realized his appearance. His grey T-shirt was now sticking to him, leather jacket just as tight as his drenched hair flops hazardously over his eyes. He almost flinches as you jump up quickly, discarding your fluffy wool sweater and taking a hold of his wrists, gently placing him down in your seat and sitting your coat on his knee. Wordlessly, he watches as you grab a small pink backpack from the ground, opening it up and pulling out a soft while towel and passing it to him with a sweet smile as he just stares in confusion.

“You’re the first person I can use my emergency backpack on, congratulations.” You smiled softly as he just stares. “Umbrella, spare towels, bandages, even a packed lunch, everything you could think of in an emergency.”

Jihoon was in awe. You were the first person today who had lent a kind hand to him, and he could feel the overwhelming emotions bubble in his chest.

“Please, put that sweater on,” you insisted quietly. “You’ll catch pneumonia otherwise.”

“Oh god, I’m in your seat…” Jihoon stuttered quietly as he began to rise.

“It’s directly under the heating. You need to dry.” You waved your hand dismissively, a grin washing over your features. “Please, use whatever you need.” You placed the backpack by his feet, Jimin chewing on his lip.

Come on, Jihoon, he thought to himself as he slipped the jacket off his shoulders, only to be filled with the warmth of your sweater seconds later, you can’t let your emotions get the best of you. Especially in front of a cute girl. He was shocked at his own thoughts, having been rejected mere minutes ago by another girl.

Jihoon softly started to pat down his damp hair with the towel, giving you a small but grateful smile in the process. You simply smile back, curling up on the seats opposite him and fiddling with the pencil in your hand. Jihoon couldn’t help but take in your appearance as you distracted yourself with your book. Thick rimmed glasses framed your round face perfectly, your light eyes scanning over your book. Your long hair, now having curled from the rain, sat against your shoulders as your foot bounced to an unknown beat, a soft hum complimenting the silence through your lips quietly. You were now only wearing a plain white shirt with a black skirt with pastel pink hearts adorning the fabric, complimenting your whole look with your pastel pink converse. Jihoon felt his cheeks flush when he noticed the small rose tattooed ever so delicately against the crook of where your inner arm meets your elbow, feeling himself shift in his seat as he looks at the drenched and wilted rose on the empty seat beside him, only reminding him of his shitty day he had experienced.

“Hmm.. fate?” Your voice breaks the silence as Jihoon’s dark eyes met yours in confusion. You gestured to the rose beside him and the one embedded in your arm, a small smile forming on your lips. “The rose. Maybe it’s fate we met.” You joked with a soft giggle as he gave you a quiet smile. “Sorry,” You whispered after a beat. “You seem like you’ve had a rough day..” you trailed off.

“Oh, no,” Jihoon interrupted quickly, neatly folding the towel and placing it on the seat beside him. “It’s actually helping, joking around.” He smiled a bit brighter now. “Thank you, again.. for the,” he gestured to the backpack, “emergency things.” He let the warmth of your sweater take over him, finally settling into his seat. “It’s nice to see someone worried about others. It’s refreshing.”

“That’s what I aim for!” Your bright grin lights up the whole room, Jihoon’s soul included as he can’t help but chuckle to himself. People like you were hard to come by, he thought to himself. Not many girls are so sweet and caring to others. You seemed the type to be so trusting and welcoming to others. “You don’t mind if I hum, do you? I tend to sing or hum while I work..” your cheeks start to turn a soft shade of pink. “I can stay quiet if you’d like to be alone with your thoughts.”

“No,” Jihoon smiled as he let his head rest on the window. “That’s fine, I think it’d make me feel a bit better, if you don’t mind, of course.” He chuckled at your relieved smile adorning your face, nodding softly as you turned to a fresh page of your book, your eyes sharp as you began to work.

“So, what brings you on this serendipitous ride to Busan, good sir?” You hum, not lifting your head as you scribble on your page. “Sorry, I should’ve asked for your name.”

“Jihoon.” He responds quietly, letting the warmth run through his body as it heats him up. “Ah.. decided to travel back home and see a friend of mine who lives there.”

“That’s always exciting, though.” You smile. “It’s always good to catch up with friends.”

Jihoon sighs for a moment. You’re so optimistic. He wishes he was feeling as optimistic as you were after his failed date.

“Yeah, that is true.” He agrees, his eyes fluttering shut. He feels a little guilty, letting sleep take over him so quickly. He feels like he should make more conversation with the kind stranger, but you don’t seem to mind, going back to humming and drawing as he falls into a dreamless sleep.

When Jihoon stirs and opens his eyes, he’s surprised to hear the voice of the conductor over the speaker announce that they have pulled into Busan Station. He quickly begins to rise from his seat before frowning in confusion.

There’s a heavy weight against him. He looks down to see a small blanket draped on him, probably from the emergency backpack you had given him. At the thought of you, he turns to look at the now empty seat across from him where you once sat.

He is a bit disappointed, he wanted to at least know your name to thank you for your small act of kindness. He frowns as he sees a single folded piece of paper and a now dried out rose sitting on top. Jihoon reaches out to take the rose, recognizing it as the rose he had on him as he boarded the train. He turns it over in his fingers for a moment before unfolding the piece of paper. His eyes widen as he sees a roughly scribbled sketch of himself leaning against the window of the train, watching the scenery go by. It is near perfect, in his opinion, and he is in awe by your skill. Looking down in the bottom right hand corner, Jihoon sees a small note.

Jihoon,

I hope your day gets better. Keep the backpack, please.

Sorry if this was insanely creepy. :)

Y/N.

He raises his eyebrows at your neat handwriting, his fingertips tracing over your name quietly with a little smile before quickly stuffing the blanket and your sweater into the backpack still by his feet to get off the train at the sounding of the last calls resounding over the speaker.

“Hey.” Seungcheol smiled as he spots his friend making his way towards him. “How was the trip?”

“Ah, was fine.” Jihoon hums, holding the small pink backpack over his shoulder as his friend’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Why did you bring a pink bag with you?”

“Oh.” He laughs, awkwardly tucking his hair behind his ear. “‘S a long story.”

“Ohhhkay.” Seungcheol looks confused but shrugs when he sees the contentment on Jihoon’s face.

“Are we ready to go?”

“Almost.” Seungcheol keeps looking around at the countless people walking around the meeting area. “My cousin is here somewhere too. We gotta pick her up and take her back to mine. Is that alright?”

“Sure.” He agrees quickly. “I technically hijacked your weekend anyway.”

“Oppa!” A happy voice calls out as Seungcheol chuckles, opening out his arms as he readies himself.

“Hey, you!” He calls, laughing as he scoops his cousin into his arms, Jihoon staring with wide eyes.

“Jihoon-ah,” Seungcheol grins as he places his cousin on the ground. “This is-”

“Y/N.”

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bluejeanstrash · 1 year

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idk why but this picture of woozi always makes me think of an au in which he’s a mafia boss one of the heads of a “business” family. he sees you for the first time at the strip club while there to celebrate a successful deal, and god, he just can’t take his eyes off you. it’s the way you dance - so free, so sensual, so confident.

after that night he comes back multiple times, but it’s infrequent. he won’t make it for weeks and months, and just when you think you’ll never see him again, he walks in. dressed in well-cut suits, and smelling expensive, he always reserves the VIP room so it’s only you and him. but the funny thing is he never talks, never asks, never touches. he simply sits back, sipping slow on his whiskey and just…watches. watches as you dance for him. you move like water, expertly working the pole, giving him a performance to remember.

strangely, he always just has one drink. and afterwards he leaves without a word, dropping an exorbitant stack of money every time.

over time you’ve grown to crave him - the man with the severe yet soft eyes, and you look forward to when he’ll come by again. there’s something about him keeping his distance that makes you want him even more. you wish he would touch you.

and it’s not like he doesn’t want to. he craves you so intensely, his cock stiff against his pants every time he sits back and watches you on that pole. he sometimes thinks about who you dance for on all the days he’s not there, feeling a pang of possessiveness even though you mean nothing to each other.

every time he comes to see you it’s like he’s punishing himself - coming so close to the object of his desire but holding back. all his efforts are futile though. because with every meeting he inches closer to crossing the line he’s drawn for himself.

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gamerwoo · 1 year

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[SVT Imprinted] Jihoon: Scarred (Part 3)

Anonymous asked: Maybe a jihoon imprinted where after he marked you he has like super nostalgia for some reason and he’s being extra fluffy with his mate and can’t stop thinking about her and just wants to cuddle forever?

Characters: Jihoon x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, fluff, hints of angst but it’s barely even noticeable

Word count: 1,632

Summary: After what happened with the werewolf hunters, Jihoon can’t seem to stop thinking about you. The troubling experience has made him extra clingy toward you, and he just can’t help himself from dragging you away from everything just to spend a moment alone – not that you’re complaining.

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You kind of expected Jihoon to be more touchy the night Areum and Bomi were brought home. Areum seemed to be in shock, staring wide-eyed and blankly with her mouth open as Chan cradled her and brought her up to his room, and Bomi just silently went straight to her room with Mingyu following behind her. Jihoon went straight to you, hugged you, and told you he loved you.

It could’ve been you that was taken.

Jihoon stayed extra close that night. Usually went he slept, his arm would just loosely drape over you or he would sometimes just sleep facing away from you all together. But that night, his arms were tight around you as he grumbled to himself in his sleep.

The next day, Jihoon had off, but you had class. You usually carpooled with whoever was going to school, but Jihoon insisted on driving you himself. He held your hand with one hand, and the wheel with the other. He even hung around campus just to walk you to classes and help you study.

That went on for three more days until you finally confronted him. You were letting him walk you to class while he held your hand in his, his brown eyes watching your every move as he occasionally brought the back of your hand to his lips. It was a little weird having him stare at you so much, so you finally let out a loud sigh and pulled him off to the side.

“What’s up with you?” you asked.

“Huh?”

“Why are you clingier than usual?” you wondered, tugging down the mask that hid your scars. “Seriously, you’re never this clingy in public. You hate PDA, and you played with my hair and kissed my cheek a million and one times during lunch break.”

Your mate just shrugged, “Is it a crime to be affectionate, _____?”

“No, but when you’re not usually this affectionate, I like to know what’s wrong.”

“I just–”

Jihoon stopped to run a hand through his hair. He didn’t look angry or frustrated though. He looked…flustered. His ears were red, that same blush growing on his face as he looked at the ground, hoping to find words that wouldn’t embarrass the hell out of him.

“After what…happened,” he began, keeping his voice down in case anybody was trying to listen, “I just feel…I don’t know. I want to be near you a lot, I guess – at least for now. Everyone’s still kind of shaken up, especially Faye even if she wants to pretend she’s not, so I just need to be around you.”

“Aw,” you cooed with a giggle, making Jihoon’s face turn an even brighter red, “you’re feeling all warm and fluffy for me!”

“Jesus Christ, _____, can you not?” he groaned softly, his eyes shifting to see if anybody was watching.

Thankfully, people knew to not stare at either of you.

“What? You’re the one acting all cutesy!”

“Yeah, but it’s different,” he grumbled.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, “So you’re the only one allowed to be cutesy?”

“Yes.”

Jihoon started dragging you through campus again, so you pulled your mask back up and let him bring you wherever. You had about thirty minutes until your next class, so you weren’t in any rush. However, when you started going toward the arts building, you were confused. Not only were you not studying any of the arts, but Jihoon didn’t have any classes that day so he had no reason to bring you there.

You didn’t say anything as he pulled the door open and gestured for you to walk in first. You’d only been in the arts building a few times just to accompany some of the mates, but you’d never been in with Jihoon.

“Where are we going?” you wondered as Jihoon put his arm around your waist and started leading you down the hall. “I thought we were going to study.”

“Yeah, but you can do that tonight,” he shrugged.

“Jihoon,” you whined.

“Can you just trust me? I want to spend alone time with you and do some cute shit, so stop complaining,” he stated with a frown, yet he kissed your temple afterwards.

He led you toward the music wing, but he didn’t exactly go to the music room you often visited for Seungkwan. Instead, he suddenly turned a sharp left and tugged open one of the side doors for the auditorium. He gently pulled you into the darkness before letting the door close behind you.

He could see perfectly as he brought you backstage with him, but you were tripping over your own feet and the carpet. Thankfully, Jihoon was able to keep you from falling over with his quick reflexes.

The place was totally empty, so your footsteps echoed when you hit the stage. He found the lights and turned only the stage ones on. The glow of the lights bounced off the recently mopped stage, and made the entire auditorium glow dimly. You also found that off to stage left was a grand piano.

“What’re we doing?” you asked once again.

“Spending time together,” he answered simply with the cutest smile on his face as he looked at you. “Do you remember the last time I ever played piano for you?”

“Yeah, when Yoona and Minghao got Junhui that keyboard for his birthday,” you nodded, recalling how only a month later, Mingyu somehow accidentally dropped it down the basement stairs.

“Right,” he nodded, taking your hand again and leading you over to the bench, “so it’s been a while, huh?”

You always loved when Jihoon would play any sort of instrument for you. He didn’t do it often because he was kind of shy when it came to showing you or anyone in the pack what he was working on. But man, did you live for the rare moments he wanted to show off his skills. It was like Jihoon was amazing at anything he tried.

You sat down beside Jihoon as he lifted up the cover to the keys. He stared down at them as he gently ran his fingertips over the white keys, listening to the faint twinkle he heard with his enhanced hearing.

“The janitors always keep that one door unlocked for some reason,” Jihoon suddenly said as he placed his fingers on the starting keys, “so this is where I’ve been coming the last few days.”

“You mean I could’ve been hearing you play more this entire time?” you gasped, feigning hurt.

He chuckled, his cheeks blushing a soft pink, “Yeah, you could. But I was kinda preparing something for you, so it had to be a secret. You’ve...kind of...been all I can think about, so…yeah…”

“Preparing something?” you asked quietly, suddenly feeling very shy, which was weird since you never felt shy. “You mean like…a song?

“Yeah,” he nodded, the blush reaching the tips of his ears now.

Jihoon cleared his throat awkwardly before he began playing. Your eyes stayed on his fingers as they danced across the keys delicately, not missing a single note. He hardly even needed to pay attention because he’d played this song he wrote for you so many times just to get it perfect, and it paid off because you were in absolute awe.

The song sounded soft and beautiful, but still happy. It was almost like a peaceful lullaby that you’d sing to a baby to lull them into a sleep full of happy dreams. There weren’t any lyrics, but it didn’t need any. Jihoon managed to expertly express all of his emotions through the piano keys, and it was incredible.

It almost made you want to cry.

The song softly came to an end, the music fading until he removed his hands from the keys and the auditorium fell silent again with the soft noise of the piano reverberating off the walls. You just stared at Jihoon while he stared down at the piano.

“You…” your voice trailed off, unsure of even what to say. You felt a lot of things but you couldn’t put any of those things into words. “Jihoon, I–”

“I love you, _____,” Jihoon cut you off, picking up on your struggle to grasp for words. He finally looked at you, his gold eyes warm. “I may not be as affectionate as the other guys, but I love you a lot.”

“I know that,” you nodded, cupping one of his cheeks in your hand. He leaned into your touch with a quiet hum, “but I love you because you’re you. You show your feelings in other ways, and I love that. If you acted more like Soonyoung or Mingyu or Chan, you wouldn’t be you.”

You expected him to say something sarcastic as he always did, but instead, he smiled, “Thanks, _____.”

His lips captured yours in a sweet kiss, letting his lips settle into yours for a moment before he pulled away. He pressed a kiss to the button of your nose before pulling away again.

“Do you want to learn something?” he offered, gesturing to the piano.

“Can I ask you something first?”

“Mm,” he hummed, putting his fingers back on the keys.

You turned your head to look at him, “How did you write that song for me?”

He paused, looking away from the piano in favor of looking at you. His eyes had a sparkle in them when his gaze met yours, “I just kind of took my feelings and translated them into music as best as I could.”

“So that’s what your love for me sounds like?” you giggled.

He grinned down at the piano as his cheeks turned pink once again, and you nudged him teasingly, “Yeah, I guess so. But nothing will beat the sound of your laugh.”

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wonwoonlight · 2 years

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A/N: this is just me. Regretted having a drink w my friends bc now im passed out on the floor with my head pounding and hoping someone will take care of me.

"I told you not to drink that much." Jihoon sighs as he pulls you up, the fondness bubbling in his chest betrays the mock annoyance painting his tone.

You're currently passed out on the floor, having drunk a little too much that you almost went past your tolerance. Almost. Thankfully, your friend managed to stop you and Jihoon was there to pick you up not even 10 minutes later.

Whatever you say as an excuse comes out like incomprehensible noise, which tells him you're much too out of it to make sense.

Jihoon can't really understand what you're saying, but you look adorable with your pout and your frown that he has to hold himself back from relaxing the crease on your forehead.

"Alright, let's get you cleaned up and move to the bedroom?" He tries to push you up from the floor once again to no avail.

He could've easily manhandle you if he wants, but you actually do look comfortable on the floor that he doesn't have it in him to do it. You also look cold though, and he doesn't want you to wake up with your whole body hurting.

You whine some more, curling into a ball but refusing to let go of his hand.

"...just..." He finally manages to make sense of your words. "Stay... with me... here?"

He huffs a small chuckle at your words, at the way you're snuggling your face into his palm.

"No chance," he whispers, finally forcing you to sit up into his embrace. "I'll help you clean up and you can continue sleeping in the bed, okay?"

#woozi fluff #jihoon fluff #woozi scenario #woozi scenarios #jihoon scenario #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen drabble #seventeen scenario #woozi au #jihoon imagine #seventeen imagine #woozi imagines #woozi drabble #svt fluff #svt fic #woozi

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jihoonotes · 1 year

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my brother’s friends | lee jihoon

summary: it seems that jihoon has come to like you, but there’s a small problem.. you’re his big brother’s friend.

genre: oneshot, lee jihoon x gn!reader

disclaimer: 95z + y/n are two years older in this !

📁̲ั𓏸𓈒 smaus | oneshots !

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peachesnkp0p · 9 months

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There was this woozi fic I read a while ago that im trying to find

It was like dystopian au set in a run-down desert. The troup was hiding from some government trying to kill non-followers. Jun is some prophet that they go to for help escaping. Woozi and mc are like tinkerers and she makes him a little heart that gets given to him as she gets kidnapped

It was tied to a hoshi fic as well? There's a whole fight with the two love interests

Pls help, i can't remember the name or anything, but I've been trying to find this for forever :((

Update: It's called "since the time I met you" by deathbyseventeen!

#hoshi au #woozi x reader #woozi fluff #woozi angst #woozi au #seventeen x reader #woozi imagines #lee jihoon fluff

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17caratssi · 1 year

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the little brat who concern for his parents' marriage life; Woozi

Your son's expression of love is poles apart from his dad's. While the little kid has no problem projecting his affection toward everyone, Jihoon has.

It was just a nice birthday dinner Jihoon had prepared for you and the family of three eating peacefully and merrily with the boy being vibrant for his beloved mother.

Although he is just five years old, he can already sense differences in the treatment he and Jihoon are giving to you. At first, you didn't really pay attention to it since your son never stops talking to you and you knew well how your husband behaves. However, you heard a whole new conversation right after you moved to the kitchen.

"Dad, how come you're not giving mom a kiss on her birthday?"

What on earth? You were suppressing the urgent laughter in your throat as you eavesdropped behind the wall. 'Jihoon wouldn't get pissed at his own kid, right?' you secretly began to imagine having the man scold at his own blood and flesh.

You peered at the corner to study the situation but were caught off guard by Jihoon's later remark.

"Dad will kiss mom when you're not around and you won't even know it,"

And yes, Jihoon never put his lips on you when the little kid is in sight- Not to mention he didn't kiss you on the lips at the wedding too (You never questioned him).

"Dad, you better wish mom a happy birthday because I haven't heard that from you since we come into the house! is what he said to me. I can't believe that brat,"

You chuckled seeing Jihoon's apparent frustration and beckoned at him. You discarded the gap between you two and whispered. "And that brat doesn't know what his dad is capable of doing behind the closed door,"

"You bet,"

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gallivantingheart · 1 year

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Me, a Princess? Shut Up!

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⏮️ chapter 13: amaide ⏭️

who?: jihoon/woozi x (f)reader

word count: 2670

genre/s: fluff, humour, social media!au

warnings: some course language

synopsis: Life’s pretty good for y/n. Easy, even. Until someone claiming to be her grandmother says she is the queen of a small island country - and y/n, a princess.

a/n: THIS IS IT! THE END IS NIGH. He’s a long one, that’s for sure. Thank you for anyone who has stuck through and tolerated every drawn out update - I appreciate it very much and hope you enjoyed it anyway xx

**please ignore the timestamps - they are not accurate**

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You sit at the train station, the rain bucketing and splashing your legs. You can barely stand to check your phone. Already, you can see the headlines: Princess To-Be Disappointing No-Show. That and the tens of voicemails probably piling up in your message bank. The disapproving hum of your mother, the squealing worry of Mingyu and Minghao. Soonyoung’s barely restrained desperation mixed with understanding only he could have. The guilt churns thick and slow in your stomach, a monster ready to rear its ugly head. But, amongst all that and your blurring tears, you find one you don't expect. Jihoon.

Your finger slips on a raindrop as you tap it.

“Hey. Uh, look. Whatever you're feeling and whatever you decide, it'll be okay. We'll still be here for you at the end of the day. But please, come home. We're all worried. Your grandmother is still waiting for you at the embassy. Everyone is. But, I'll be at home - uh, my place if you need me. Please, just be safe.”

There's another one, from an unknown number.

“Y/n,” your grandmother. “I know you're scared. I'm sorry if you ever felt like I was pushing you into this. So much has been riding on your shoulders, all so soon. And looking back, we should have waited. I should have waited. As much as I may not have looked it, I always cared. You’re family, our legacy. I'll still love you, whatever choice you make. You could never disappoint me - anyone. I love you.”

That's all you needed. Mingyu's attempt at motivation could fall flat, Minghao terrible with your specific type of sympathy. Even Soonyoung’s familiar reassurance or anything your parents could ever say wouldn't sink in. They were all you wanted to hear. Grabbing your bag, you take off running, back to the bus stop back into the city. You might never make it. But you'll give it a damn shot. Violently struggling to tap on your transport pass, you slump into a window seat by the front, sighing in relief as it begins to putter away.

The scenery gets gradually slower and drivers’ thick brows furrow. You sit up wearily as we splutter to a stop, the air brakes whooshing anyway.

“W-why are we stopping?”

He turns to the few of us seated. “We've broken down. Probably the oil or something. I’ve called the depot and we’ll have a replacement shortly. Just sit tight.”

“We - what?” you squeak, getting up into the aisle. “No, no no no! I've got to be at the Amaide embassy! I have a ball to go to!”

He shrugs, opening the doors to let air in. “Sorry, Cinderella.”

You climb out the vehicle, out into the rain again. The road is straight and relatively unmarred. You'll have to run. Shouldering your bag oddly, slinging both straps of the duffle over each shoulder you start to sprint.

It's a bad, short lived sprint. Why you don’t think of a taxi is beyond you.

Your chest is heaving with pain, and so are your legs, crying out for relief. You look to the sky, unforgiving and heavy. You throw your side into a wall as you drag yourself along the footpath. You'll never make it.

“Oh - my - god. This is - how I die. Dead in a - in a puddle.” You sniffle through heaving breaths.

Leaving against the wall, you try holding back another sniffle before giving up, rubbing at your cold, running nose instead.

A car honks. Dropping your head down, you see the official envoy pull up, the door kicking open and the drivers’ window roll down. Junwoo and...Jihoon?

“Come on, princess. You're late!” the bulky man calls with a smirk.

You push off, throwing yourself into the leather seats. Jihoon is across from you, sitting neatly in his simple black suit. God, he looks good in it.

“Thank you for finding me.” You smile.

“Well, after that text and then you didn't show up, something had to have gone wrong. And Junwoo was going out to look for you anyway. Queen's orders.”

You sink into your seat as he passes you a towel. “Gotta love Grandmother.”

“She wasn't giving up on you too soon.” The stocky guard in front says through the open partition. You catch his smile in the rear view mirror. “Especially when Jihoon showed up.”

You pat your arms down and rub furiously at your hair. The cold is only just starting to sink in, wetting the leather under you and sending a shiver through your torso. Jihoon sighs and tosses another fluffy towel over your legs. You slide side to side on the seat a little as Junwoo zips through town while trying to be reasonable.

“Oh well, I'll definitely be making an entrance. Not the prettiest thing to ever get out of an Amaide envoy. Certainly not very princess-like.” You chuckle, throwing the first towel helplessly round your shoulders.

Jihoon’s gaze is warm on you, for once resting for more than a few moments in your direction. His pitch black hair is rustled from the gale that the rain brought with it.

“You're always beautiful, Princess.” He hums.

You laugh breathlessly, ducking your head. He was always so soft-spoken but never failed to make you at least a little flustered.

“How come you were ready so soon?” You squint at Jihoon.

“I was ready even before you messaged me. Call it intuition, but I had a feeling I’d end up here tonight, whether you knew it or not.”

The embassy houses are starting to pop up and you know you're close, even though the rain hasn't let up. You would never have made it in time with your ridiculous idea.

Junwoo pulls up an umbrella and the lot of you usher yourselves inside. Jihoon is swept away in the backstage madness, with not even a chance of goodbye. Soonhee is standing in her soft champagne dress, sash in red over her shoulder and across her middle. She smiles warmly and you don't care how much her dress costs for once as you barrel into her. She makes a soft grunt with the force but delicately wraps her arms around you.

“Thank you for not giving up on me. Sorry I'm late.” You mumble into her shoulder.

“Of course. You're a Park at heart. You're strong enough to make the right decision. It may not have been easy or kind and it might have taken a little while, but you're here.” She says haughtily. “Now, I’ve stalled for as long as I can but that means you're going to have to go out there as you are. There's no time left.”

How did everyone but yourself know you were gonna be here?

You pull back to look at her with furrowed brows. “Are you sure you can't do any more? I don't want to go out like this for you or Amaide.”

Soonhee shakes her head. “I'm sorry. But, I think this will do. It’s...how do you say, authentic. I am glad and incredibly proud that my people will be in your hands.”

Soonyoung has wormed his way back behind the heavy velvet curtain. He giggles at the sight of you.

“Hey Boss! Bit late?”

“Just a little. Weather is vicious.” You shrug.

He slings an arm around you, rubbing fondly at your hair under the towel. “Say what you feel. It’ll come out right. See you after.”

You swallow and nod. Soonyoung gathers the queen up with Junwoo and they both exit down a short hall to the main ballroom. You sling the towel round your neck for later. Someone would announce you when you were ready. And you had to be ready now. You glance to an attendant to your left and nod resolute, heaving a calming breath.

You hear your name and the curtain pulling away to warm bright lights and a podium ornately carved with lemon tree motifs - you know, you watched them pull it out from storage. There’s the violent, sickening shutter of cameras but you hold firm, plastering on a nervous smile, your towel slung round your shoulders.

Your grip is tight on the wood as you lean into the mic. “Hello. Good evening. I apologise for the wait - the weather is a bit horrendous.” A smattering of laughter from press and guests. The lights aren’t blinding but you’re trying not to focus on the many faces on you. “Thank you for attending tonight. Amaide’s freedom and independence has always been our pride. But, I understand if that’s not really why you’re here. And that sort of sucks. Because our country and our people should not boil down to the latest tabloid gossip. We have a thriving tourism and agriculture sector and are one of the few modern societies with a very active and well-functioning monarchy - and a matriarchal one at that. We should be celebrating its freedom and everything that makes it what it is. But, I digress.

“As of half an hour ago I was sitting at a train station in the pouring rain, running away from all of this. And think about it, three months ago, I didn’t even know about this world. And I didn’t think I was ever going to be ready. You’ve all seen my face more in these last few months than anyone ever has all my life. These events have turned the lives of myself and everyone I care about upside down. They have borne this mess none of us ever asked for. I love them all so much that I didn’t want to ruin my home.

“But - oh but. Amaide is home for millions of people. And it could be my home too. I mean, you all just heard me wax poetic about a place I’ve never been. But, it is part of who I am. Who I am going to be. I would never dream of hurting it. I’m so desperate to take care of my home, always have been.

“So with that in mind, I make my claim as Princess and heir apparent to Amaide’s throne - to the future.”

You smile and the delegates make raucous applause. Camera shutter click and flash but you hold steady. You have claimed your birthright. Now it's time to make the right impression for once.

You tip your head. “Thank you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d love to dry off a bit before I catch the flu! Please, enjoy your evening.”

You’re ushered off to the side stage then around the back to servants quarters. Antoni is violently brandishing a round brush and Dyson Air Wrap like a club.

“Where is the Princess! Chop chop!” He cries out.

Massive, calloused hands are firmly on your shoulder blades and shove you into his direction - damn Junwoo, enjoyed any pain that you endured. His eyes light up then he goes pasty.

“This? This is my canvas? Ey, I have my work cut out, huh?” He shoots you a look. “Always the hard road, hmm Princess? Come come, we fix.”

You are whirled up the staircase where Antoni makes quick work of you. The gown fits perfectly, all those fittings paying off in the speedy transformation. Antoni knows what he’s doing, determined as he works around you, drying your hair out for some more control.

“I try to keep you a little natural - we want a good, open impression of you, Princess. Looks can be everything, huh?”

Your hair draped behind your ears and up off your neck in twists and layers where you didn’t know where your hair began and ended. A glittering hair comb, part of the private collection, just like the heavy set necklace that rested against your collarbone, dazzling and weighty. Antoni claps his hands, triumphant. “You are done - beautiful! My work is perfect! Come, the queen will give tiara.”

The embassy is no longer daunting, the staircase not a passage to doom. You turn to Antoni and tip your head.

“Thank you, for your help tonight.”

He scoffs and waves you off. “Is honour, Princess. I must go and ready myself for the people. They will all want to know who dressed the future queen of Amaide.”

You laugh as he whirls back out the way he came and you look to the attendant again, motion to call.

“Announcing Princess Y/N, of Amaide.”

The red curtains part and you step back into the light.

The queen holds a sparkling tiara, the most stunning thing you’d ever seen. This, you hadn't organised. Your grandmother was quite secretive about this part, insisting it was something she must do alone.

She raises it and you tip your head down so that she could place it on your head. “This was my first tiara, also gifted by my grandmother at my coming out ball. I was not meant to be queen. Neither were you. Now look at where we are. Now you must shine.”

A round of applause and your sight falls on your mother's eyes glassy and red as she smiles, her applause one of the few that mattered at that moment.

When you step to the main floor, you are swarmed by diplomats and the like with congratulations. Soonyoung is by your side in a heartbeat to mitigate them as quickly as possible, while turning the lights on even more and the strings rising in. A lot of greetings and thank you’s and “look forward to discussing the topic of choice with you at a later date.”

Then, as soon as you’d finished, the people fell away and you spot Jihoon by a pillar, close to the string orchestra. Of course he was where the music was.

I sidle up next to him, watching the orchestra. “Evening.”

He glances at you and smiles. “Evening, Princess.”

“How’s your night been?”

“I did meet the conductor here. Got some tips, had a chat. I can keep myself busy.”

You mock frown. “That’s the conductor of Amaide’s Philharmonic Orchestra, you know - the queen pulled out all the stops. But, I had sort of hoped you would be at least a little bit bored. What am I supposed to do to top that for someone like you?”

“Not sure. Maybe become princess?” Jihoon smirks.

“You’re annoying. Lee Jihoon, will you do me the honour of being my first dance partner?” You pout up at him a little, clasping your hands in your lap. “I saved it for you. Even over my own parents!”

“Of course. How can I deny that?”

He guides you gently out to the mosaic floor, settling you in front of him. In your time training and with Jihoon as a music major, you yourself have come to appreciate the string set playing tonight - you might not know the song, but it’s very beautiful and fits the energy of the room. He starts with a simple, not very royal, sway. With your meticulously manicured hands slung up round his neck, you let the fact that this is your first dance as princess, in public, cameras shuttering only metres away fall to the back of your mind. You’re happy that this moment would be one of the first pictures for the news outlets. You wanted it documented.

“Are you sure you’re okay with a princess as a potential girlfriend? We’re very prim and proper and not very fun. We certainly shouldn’t be going out for fried chicken and drinks on a weekly basis.”

He rolls his eyes. “Whatever. I’m sure you can make an exception.”

“For you?” You quirk a brow.

Jihoon gives you an unimpressed look. “Yeah, I guess for me.”

“Well, of course then!” You laugh. “Anything for you!”

And after all this, you really mean it. He grits his teeth and grins, tightening his grip on you and giving you a forceful spin that has you cackling. Jihoon doesn’t even get tangled in your dress!

“I didn’t know you could dance.” You chirp.

“I’m a music major. I’ve got rhythm.”

“Shut up.”

final notes: well, here we are. the end of an excessively drawn out two...three? year journey. i hoped you enjoyed it as much as i did. and i certainly hope i did justice any sort of expectation you may have had walking into this. thank you so much for all the support, i promise it did not go amiss! who knows? maybe i might pull a “princess diaries 2: the royal engagement” just to be funky...

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mixtape #17: track 7. on a wednesday, in a café | lee jihoon / woozi

word count ꕤ 7,068 pairing ꕤ seventeen's lee jihoon / woozi x female reader tags and warnings ꕤ producer!woozi, soloist!reader, fluff, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers? songspo ꕤ begin again [red taylor's verion] synopsis ꕤ the world awaits your second album after a tumultuous and very public break-up that left you with pages and pages of lyrics. you knew exactly the person to help produce it, but he brings with him a plethora of unexpected surprises and a lot of healing along the way.

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You thought the world stopped spinning the first time you had read his message breaking up with you. You had thought that the world crumbled around your feet, leaving you stranded on an island of rock just big enough to hold your collapsed body. It had felt like your lungs were collapsing, your heart crushing into itself.

But it's been 8 months now and you only feel a twinge of pain as you see the preview of the paragraph you never replied to on the home screen of the texts app. If you dared to click on it and read it again, you might've been moved to tears, but not the earth-shattering emotions it inflicted on you the first month. You were doing better nowadays.

You sigh and scroll up from where it had been buried to and click on the most recent contact. His last message was that he was on his way down to come and get you from the reception you had been at for a couple of minutes.

The HYBE building was incredibly vast and expansive and it made you feel even smaller than you usually do these days. The electronic billboards inside flickered between pictures of their artists and music videos and there was a steady bustle of people moving in and out of the building.

You had told him that you would be in a black zip-up hoodie and some blue jeans with a mask on, so you were easy enough to find with your leg bouncing against the floor anxiously.

"Y/N," a mask covered his face as well, but you knew him well enough from his voice to recognise him. You exchanged a few deep bows and handshakes, greeting him politely before he led you to the elevator after some security checks.

"It's nice to meet you in person," Jihoon commented pleasantly, "Why didn't you bring your security with you? Someone might have recognised you."

"Ah," you click your tongue, "I just didn't feel like it. Didn't want anybody hovering around."

Some days, your broken heart made you forget that you were famous and had eyes on you always. Someone was sure to have spotted you in the reception, but Jihoon had been quick enough before anyone mustered up the courage to approach.

He hesitated in speaking, as if unsure what to respond since he had never been in your situation before. Jihoon simply hums, "Okay, I'll take you back down to your car later on when we finish then."

Affection swirls in your stomach at his nice words and he leads you out of the elevator and down some winding hallways before he stops before a mighty door.

"This is my studio. Make yourself comfortable here okay?" he punches in some numbers that you avert your eyes from and the door clicks open, "Welcome to Universe Factory."

The walls are a pleasant shade of beige and there's a pillar near the centre of the room with long paintings on each side. From when you walked in, there was one of a woman with a cigarette and a man drinking from a glass on the adjacent surface. There's a sprawling couch on the far wall and some shelves with varying displays and memorabilia, but your eyes are dragged up to the ceiling.

A section of the ceiling was plain with some lights on, but a part was carved out and recessed with a black base and lights piercing through.

"Like a night sky," you mumble in awe, "Or a galaxy. That's really pretty."

Jihoon follows your gaze up and smiles, "Yeah, everyone notices it when they first come in. It's my favourite part of the room too, other than all my equipment of course."

He motions over to the other side of where you were facing, which hosted a desk with gear that you'd never quite wrapped yourself around, and then a small recording booth-like contraption in the corner made out of erected soundproof material.

"Your studio is really nice," you compliment, fixing yourself on the couch, "It seems like a great place to work. Most of my writing is done either on my bed or my kitchen floor."

"Very valid places," he says, "My writing is spontaneous too, but I had to settle down in a place to do my producing. I've only been in this studio for a short while, ever since HYBE bought Pledis, but you should have seen my old studio. Size of a shoebox but I'm so fond of that place."

"I'm still fond of my old company building too," you begin to reminisce, "Even though by the end, the floors were all scratched up and the walls were about to collapse, and it was so damp it made me sick once in a while, that's where everything started."

Jihoon chuckles as he reorganises some loose things on a smaller desk across from the couch that was pushed up to the frosted glass divider in the middle of the room, "Should we get down to business? I'm really glad you reached out to me to produce your next album! I'm a big fan of you."

You grin bashfully, "I mean, likewise considering I basically begged your team to jump on this project. I scoured the industry for new producers, since I'm not really in contact with my old producers and your work is everything I want for this next album."

It had been a year and a half since your last full album and three since your debut. To say that your next album was one of the most anticipated albums by the industry would be an understatement, but that was mostly because in the year and a half since your love-stricken last album, you had experienced a breakup with one of the industry's favourite soloists. And they were right, to be fair, because you had pages and pages of lyrics from every stage of grief after your breakup.

But that was where Jihoon came in.

You were perfectly able to write hundreds of complete and sensical songs in the past, but with this album, you just couldn't string together the perfect words or melodies. There were so many words on each page, but they were all just jumbled together and tear-stained. Lee Jihoon was one of the most prolific songwriters and producers; you had always wanted to work with him after the stories of how amazing he was from your industry colleagues. However, since meeting your ex-boyfriend a few months after your debut album, he had pushed all different producers and writers and directors from his connections in your direction and you were so caught up in his network of professionals that you never had time to make your own relationships and connections. After the breakup, you felt the need to pull away from all of them, in fear of anyone taking sides.

Fortune just happened to be on your side when Jihoon agreed for his studio to help you write and produce your next album and after a brief conversation on the phone on the direction you were going to take with your album, he was inviting you to Universe Factory.

"Well, we're gonna make great work," he takes a seat on the arm chair adjacent to the couch, "How about you show me what you've been working on and we can take it from there? I think it's important to get the feel for each song as early as possible so we can create the right melodies and the early demos."

You'd never shown anyone your lyric book, not even your ex-boyfriend, but you had to trust Jihoon 100% if you wanted this to work. It was more of a scrapbook, really, than a diary, considering all the scrap that you had glued into the pages from all the times you came up with lyrics but only had tissues or receipts nearby. It was definitely a bit past it's life with the tattered lilac cover and bulging spine, but you didn't have the heart to part with it.

"I think I've written lyrics for like 12 tracks?" you mumble, flicking past the pages that contributed to your old albums to reach the now-dried crumpled pages, "I also have endless voice recordings to go with them that we now have to connect."

You found in the next three hours under his sparkling ceiling that Jihoon was an incredibly good listener and one of the most patient people you'd ever met. He'd hum along with the voice notes you nervously played and just nodded encouragingly when you would try to figure out rhythms for the lyrics on the page. He would stare pensively at your smudged receipts, giving suggestions for changes rather than demands. He would smile comfortingly whenever your tears would well up re-reading what you had written and hand you snacks from his mini-fridge when you would take breaks out of frustration.

The sun was starting to set by the time you decided to call the session quits, seeing the tiredness slowly seep into his features.

Jihoon shrugs on a coat as you packed up your things and begins to switch off his devices in the room, to indicate he was leaving for the day as well, "We did a lot today, Y/N. I'm really excited to work with you."

"Thank you Jihoon. You're definitely the genius that everyone says you are! I don't know how your brain just creates these awesome beats and lyrics right there on the spot!" you utter in awe.

The two of you exit out of his studio that he locks behind him, "I mean, I don't know either but I'm glad my brain does that. I've met the most talented people because of my job."

You go to return the compliment, but Jihoon shoots you a look that stops you in your tracks and makes you burst out in laughter and he starts laughing too. It's hearty and sincere, something you hadn't experienced in the past few months with everyone tiptoeing on eggshells around you.

Jihoon presses the button for the underground parking floor and starts telling you about the other people from his studio that he plans on bringing in for the project if the both of you see fit and the way he talks is dripped in fondness for his colleagues. You think that the music industry is a very emotional and personal one, with everything somehow rooted in experience that makes all the relationships you make so raw and close; these people know everything that goes on in your mind. He talks about his closest colleague Beomju that you were bound to meet and you feel yourself asking about his other industry friendships.

"Do you know Hoshi? Singer and dancer-extraordinaire and tiger in his spare time?" Jihoon asks and you clap your hands in laughter.

"Of course I do. That guy is legendary and we've met enough times at music shows and award shows to have each other's contacts. He's a really sweet guy- you know him as well?"

"We actually grew up together," Jihoon smiles shyly, "I produced his first album and that was like, both of our breakout projects."

You reply with all the stories you have about Kwon Soonyoung, and before you know it, you've reached the car that you had told him about on the way down. It was only then that you realise he made good on his promise from when he picked you up in the reception.

"Thank you for walking me to my car, Jihoon!"

"Anytime- I need to protect you until we get this album out since your team is paying my paycheck," he jokes.

"Well now I know your true intentions, I don't know how long we can keep this going," you tease back and open the door, "You get home safe too."

"My car's just over there," he gestures to an unspecific direction and moves a few steps back. He waves goodbye and you go to get in the car when he turns around with an unsure look on his face, "Y/N? I don't know if it's my place to say, but I'm sorry about what happened and I'm glad you were able to open up today with your song lyrics. I think you're so strong."

Strong. Your heart flutters at the word. You hadn't been called strong at all since the event. Everyone treated you like a damsel in distress; they acted like you were fragile and would break at the lightest touch. Sure, at one point you were, but it had been months and the world still treated you the same and only associated you with the breakup. Plus, treating you so different only made you feel worse.

Maybe the reason why you felt so free with Jihoon and why your heart didn't feel heavy walking out of his studio like it did with every other schedule you'd had since the breakup was that Jihoon just treated you like a normal person.

"That really means a lot, Jihoon. Thank you."

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The next time you see him, it's been a week and you had spent 4 days of it on a schedule in Thailand. That wasn't to say you hadn't spoken to him; in fact, every day or so, he would send a voice note accompanied with no text, but it would just be the sound of him pressing the spacebar on his keyboard before the sweet realisations of your lyrics into full melodies.

You had known that Jihoon was a fantastic lyricist and producer, but his voice had never really crossed your mind. You only had other people's songs that he worked on to go off when you reached out to him, but now, with him sending you demos that he sung, you found yourself growing fond of his smooth vocals.

The first time, you had replied with wide-eyed emojis and tons of praise to his voice, to which he replied with a bashful thanks and a long voice note of one of his covers to your songs. That made you smile for hours just at the thought of someone so talented admiring your work.

"Are you ready for another session?" Jihoon insisted on meeting you in the parking garage if you continued to insist on not bringing your security team.

"I'm excited," you say, "It really hurts my heart to revisit all these feelings, but it feels good to let them out. It feels like closure, you know?"

"Did you get any closure? With him?" he asks hesitantly as the two of you get into the elevator. He delivers it in a tone that conveys you're not obliged to answer.

"I guess. He tried to break up with me over text and I drove straight to his apartment to confront him," you shrug, "As much closure as you can get with someone in a nasty breakup, I guess. This album will be good for me to finally bury him in my past and move on with my life."

Jihoon nods along to your words, "That's good. Music is powerful like that; that's why I love my job."

"You like being music artists' therapist?"

"You know, I've never thought about it that way, but I kind of am," he chuckles, "You'd actually be so surprised at all these secrets I know about the people in the industry. They're lucky I am a very moral person."

The two of you soon arrive to his studio, "I'm an open book to the world. You don't have to worry about accidentally exposing me to the public."

He gives you a look and you can't tell if he feels sorry for you that the world seems to know everything about you or if he feels indignant, "Surely that's not true."

"Oh, it is. I saw an article about my usual orders at some restaurants and coffee shops and I didn't even know that I had usuals! They know my shoe size, my mother's maiden name, the name of my childhood schools-"

"Sounds like they're trying to get into your bank account."

You glare at him playfully, "But anyway, the public really knows everything."

"No, think about it. Tell me something the public doesn't know about you so I can have one of your secrets," Jihoon insists, which makes you sit back on his couch and think.

"One time, I broke my hand when I jumped off a swing- no I told that on Knowing Brothers- um," you cock your head, "Ah, I do have one, it's my favourite story. A few months ago, I ran away to Italy."

"You ran away to Italy?" he's prying for more information with his curious eyes.

"Mhmm. My PR team said that I was sick and going on media hiatus for a while, but I actually booked a ticket alone to Tuscany, dyed my hair blonde and spent a week drinking wine in the afternoons and having gelato for dinner. I met the most amazing people and ate the most amazing food and now a bunch of Italian restaurant owners know my story," you recall fondly.

"What happened to your blonde hair?"

You run your fingers through your now-brown hair, "I dyed it back right before my flight back. Tuscany me felt like just someone else. It was like an alternate reality."

"And no one caught you?"

"Actually, this girl from Korea recognised me, but I convinced her not to post them anywhere, then I treated her for dinner and now we're best friends," you laugh, "She lives in Daegu, but I see her when she goes here or vice versa."

"Well, see- there are things that the public doesn't know about you."

"I wrote a song about it, but maybe I'll never release that just to keep it to myself," you gesture to your journal that was on top of the coffee table, "But now you have to tell me one of your secrets so we're even."

Jihoon's smile sparkles in your direction, "I've never been in love."

Your jaw drops, "You're lying."

"Nope. I've liked people before, but never in love."

You laugh in disbelief, "You could've fooled me with all the lyrics you write."

"Maybe that's why I'm so good at writing love songs; I've only got this fantastical idea of it so it's all rainbows and roses to me," he explains, "And why breakup songs are harder for me, since I've never experienced the pain of it. I wanted to jump on this project with you to challenge myself."

"Then, I'm glad to be your first experience of heartbreak," you pick up the notebook and sigh, "Do you want to see the lyrics I wrote the night of the breakup?"

Jihoon shuffles closer to you on the couch, "Let's get started."

And it continues like that.

The two of you work once or twice a week in his studio for months and you finally meet Beomju in your third week. He still sends you voice notes in the middle of the night and you start doing it too when you get eureka moments in makeup chairs at salons before schedules. The two of you were yet to properly record the songs, just creating demos with the lyrics you croon into the mic at his desk instead of inside the booth.

Your relationship has never crossed beyond the confines of the Hybe building. If you wanted to get food, there was a café on one of the top floors and the two of you ate within his studio. It was all just very private since no one had yet caught wind of you working with the Pledis producer; it was a breath of fresh air, really. But within the Hybe building, you found a new friend in Jihoon and he was much more than just this coveted producer.

It's getting closer to 4 months since the two of you started working together and almost every song you wanted to be on the album was finished, save for the final recording and finishing touches. You already had a lead single in mind and were in the last stages of finalising concepts for the music video, outfits, stages and the album itself. It was getting a lot more real and you hadn't expected it, but each day brought you more feelings of nervousness.

You thought it would have been freeing to write and release this album and at first, sharing all those lyrics with Jihoon, it was. But seeing the album come to light and paint the story of your life had you in wrecks. It made you feel vulnerable as if a giant spotlight that seemed to come from space wasn't already shining on you with every move you made anyway.

It was Wednesday. You usually met up with Jihoon on Wednesdays and today, you were sat up stiff on his couch and slightly shaking from the coffee he had ordered for you, "It's just getting so real, you know? And everyone's going to know everything that happened in my relationship and I just don't want to give him that satisfaction of the world knowing how he destroyed me."

Woozi shoots you a pitying look from his chair by his desk, "We can scrap the whole album, if you want. I'll do it. We can write all new songs together."

You scoff, "I might've taken you up on that offer if my company wasn't pushing me for this album. I would've put it off for another year if they didn't threaten to drop me. I know they're joking, but they're the ones that pay me."

"But you're the one that makes them their money," Jihoon reminds you, "What do you want to do, Y/N? I'll follow your lead; you're the star after all."

You grin at him and your stomach fills with butterflies at the undeniable trust you have in each other, "But you're the brains, Jihoon. Let's just finish this album; we're so close."

"But that means our time together is coming to an end," he says.

If you dared to look up, you would've seen him pouting, but you don't think you could have handled such a sight. Instead, you rise from the position you had been moping in for half an hour and head towards the recording booth, "Let's record track 1, Jihoon. I'm ready."

ꕤ

Lee Jihoon holds a lot of people in high regard. His parents. His family. Beomju. His colleagues. His best friend Soonyoung. Soonyoung's amazing backup dancers Chan, Minghao and Jun, who became Jihoon's found family too. Himself, once in a while when he creates something amazing.

Now, you too.

Jihoon sometimes forgets that he's there to actually do anything when you start singing into the mic. Sometimes, he gets so lost in your voice that he zones out and forgets the technicalities of every switch, button and dial in front of him. He'd never tell you that though.

It's different hearing someone's vocals on an already released song once it's been through all the editing and processing to someone's raw vocals less than 6 feet in front of you. There are only two of you there, but you absolutely command the room and it's so easy to see how the whole world falls at your feet. Jihoon's stumbling there as well.

"How was that?" you breathe deeply as you finish the bridge of the 7th song on your album.

"You are so talented," Jihoon hums, flushing as he got caught up in his trance to realise you were already staring at him, "I just can't comprehend your voice; it's out of this world."

"Stop boosting my ego," you scold, "But for real. You're here to be mean to me and tell me the truth so I can have the best album!"

"I wouldn't lie to you," Jihoon turns to his laptop to see how the clip translated onto his software, "Let's finish this song and we can call it a day if you want. Do you have the lyrics for the last part?"

You flip the page and briefly read the words you had penned about how alone you felt after the breakup and you smile. It doesn't really hurt as much anymore after a year, "Yeah. Let's go."

It only takes you less than 20 minutes and 4 takes to get the final bit of the song and a smile decorates your face as you stand behind Jihoon with his headphones on your head as he plays the almost-complete song.

It was day 4 of finally recording your songs and while the nervousness was still there, you felt some kind of happiness from hearing the songs coming together. Maybe you were more excited for the craft than less nervous about the content.

"It's exactly how I wanted it," you beam, "As usual."

You hand him back his headphones as he closes down the programs and looks up at you, "What's your plan tonight?"

You check your phone and it's only 4 pm. You're feeling better about your album these days than you did a week or three ago and you're feeling braver, "Do you want to grab coffee with me?"

"Upstairs? Sure, let me grab my things."

"No, I mean, outside. Like my favourite coffee shop is actually just down the block from this building," you offer shyly. Jihoon hasn't seen you shy since the first time he met you.

Jihoon looks taken aback for a second and you prepare yourself for rejection, but his body softens again before you overthink and he smiles, "I'd love to grab a coffee. Let's go."

A mask covers both of your faces as the two of you traverse the building to get onto the street. He walks right by your side, shoulders almost touching and you're humming one of your old songs.

"That's one of my favourite songs from you," Jihoon mutters next to you quietly.

You almost smile and thank him, about to tell him it was your favourite song you'd written when a stray thought at the back of your mind barges past all the positive feelings you had today.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Jihoon quickly notices the frown on your face.

"No, no. Thank you, Jihoon. I don't know; every time someone compliments the song, I always remember how he always told me he just didn't get the song every time I hummed it or sang it around him even though he knew it was my favourite song."

Jihoon feels his heart twist at the look of you so upset and he bumps his shoulder against yours affectionately, "Don't think about him, Y/N. He's in your past. You're an awesome songwriter and he shouldn't call himself a musician if he couldn't see how genius that song is."

"You always make me feel better, Jihoon."

"I told you; I'm my musicians' therapist," Jihoon chuckles, "Anyway, it's Christmas soon. Do you celebrate?"

You look up around you and the streets are decked out in both colourful and soft plain lights. The sun is setting already and if you wanted to cross any lines, you'd say it was almost a romantic setting, "Yeah I do. My family live in Seoul and we celebrate at my parent's house. What about you?"

"I'm going down to Busan the day before for a few days," Jihoon utters, "I don't have any siblings, so my parents and I celebrate with the whole extended family that still live there. We always watch Christmas films the night before and in the morning."

Jihoon continues on about the traditions his family hold for the holidays and you feel all those thoughts that sprung up on you about your past life melt away and all you can think about is how relieved you are to know someone like Jihoon.

You reach your favourite coffee shop just some minutes later and you're thankful it's not that busy. You tuck yourself away in your favourite corner of the shop, under a framed photo of a pop-art print and Jihoon orders for you at the fear of anyone recognising your eyes or your voice.

He waits for it at the counter, shooting you a smile, judging from the way his eyes crinkle up in your direction and he sets it in front of you, still talking about different holidays. He's moved onto Chuseok by this point and you feel a little lighter.

ꕤ

The first time Jihoon properly sees you crying is 3 days later and the day you're recording the final track on the album. He'd seen you tear up plenty of times before, both out of frustration at the process and at the lyrics the two of you write.

But you're choked up in the recording booth and you just don't know why.

This last song is about moving on and leaving someone behind in your past. It's a song about healing, but Jihoon doesn't know why there are tears streaming down your face. He had turned around to set up the program for the song and when he turned around, the lyrics sheet was crumpled up in your hand and you were sniffling.

"Y/N, are you okay?" his voice sounds out inside the booth, "Let's take a break, okay? Do you wanna talk?"

You strip the headphones away and place them down, making a beeline for the couch as you put your head in your hands, "It's been a year Jihoon. I've moved on, but why is this so hard?"

Cautiously, he approaches you and takes a seat beside you. He lets you cry a little longer and formulates his thoughts, "You're doing really well, Y/N. From what I can tell from what you've written, you've done so well. Healing isn't linear. It won't always be up because sometimes, you might think about it and it still hurts, but that's okay. You lived through it and you have the right to feel however you want. The past you still got hurt and present you can still feel sad about that, but you just have to keep going and it'll start to hurt less often. That's what healing is. Don't let this take away from the progress you made."

You don't reply for a while and Jihoon plucks up the courage to pat your shoulder in comfort. Your cries reduce to sniffles and eventually, you look up at him with red eyes and a tear-stained face, "And you say you've never experienced heartbreak?"

Jihoon cracks a smile, "Pain is pain. It's all the same," he says, "Do you want to go get coffee at your coffee shop then come back and finish up? It's the last song now!"

He stands up and offers out a hand to help you up. You take it and it feels like a new beginning.

ꕤ

Your dress falls around your figure like a waterfall. The silk is divine and soft to your touch and the champagne colour catches the light beautifully, as well as the attention of everyone in the room.

You're posing on the red carpet so naturally and the lights stopped becoming blinding a year into your career. You try your best to smile as naturally as possible, but to be honest, you never really got used to forcing your expression on the carpet. Smiling came naturally to you, but having to do it while all these people shouted at you.

Award show season got a little lonely for you and you sometimes envied the idol groups who had their members to depend on through it. You had a lot of industry friends, but you could imagine the bonds that idol groups made within themselves.

"You look beautiful," a familiar voice pulls you away from your thoughts as you enter the venue.

You grin up at him, giving him a brief hug, "Kwon Soonyoung. Haven't seen you in a while."

"You haven't promoted in a while," he pouts. While you hadn't released a full album in almost 2 years, you did release a mini-album one year ago, just before everything went down.

"I saw you backstage on your tour 6 months ago," you remind him, "Are you excited for tonight? AAAs 2021! Woo!"

"Mhm, I'm performing," he walks you to your seat, "You're going to sweep all your categories tonight! I'm sitting over there, by the way."

He gestures over to an area in the adjacent block and you could recognise a few idols already sitting down.

"Who are you sitting with?"

He smirks, "As if you don't know."

You roll your eyes and nudge him away, "Go away now before we get embroiled in another dating scandal."

He winks at you and you groan, "It's not your fault I'm irresistible," he teases before walking away, "Good luck, my Dispatch lover."

You make yourself comfortable in your seat and begin to chat with the few soloists that are sitting around you. You had industry friends, but you wouldn't say that you were close to that many people. All the celebrities you saw frequently were friends of your ex (who thankfully, was not there that night), so when you broke up with him, you also lost contact with them.

The next time you glance over to Hoshi, Woozi is occupying the seat next to him and he's glancing over in your direction. You give him a smile and a wave and he reciprocates your actions along with a fist pump to tell you good luck.

The night starts out as normal- a few endearing rookie idol group performances and some vocal powerhouses as they start handing out the awards. You win one for best female solo and give your usual rehearsed speech, but a few minutes later, you realise that it was already time for the Best Producer award.

Of course, you knew that Jihoon was nominated since you kept up pretty well with award shows. He never spoke about it and shot the conversation away whenever you tried to bring it up and tease him about it.

When his name was announced, the first thing you heard was Soonyoung's excited yelp and you found yourself on your feet quicker than anybody in the room. Jihoon had to walk in front of you and you thought he would just brush past you, but his eyes were trained on you with a soft smile on his face.

"Congratulations," you call out quietly, watching his smile grow as he walks past you.

Jihoon is never really the one with the attention on him; he's always worked behind the scenes, but it's undeniable that it feels nice to receive praise for the work you do. He thanks his company quickly, his colleagues and his friends, before thanking the fans for liking his work and the artists that have put their trust in him. You think he might've glanced at you during that part, but you dismissed that thought as soon as it came. Pride swelled in your heart as you watched him up on the stage and you attributed the feeling in your stomach to that as well.

Soonyoung was holding an afterparty at a club he rented out and had convinced you to make a brief appearance considering you didn't want to go at all. Still in your champagne dress, your arms were linked to another female soloist as you walked in, but the two of you soon parted ways to start mingling.

Jihoon quickly found his way to your side, "Congratulations to you, Y/N. You're always a star."

"I should say that to you, Mr Best Producer," you tease, "You really deserved that, Jihoon; I'm proud of you."

You hadn't noticed before, but Jihoon was soon handing you a flute of a sparkling drink. Had he been waiting for you?

"You look really beautiful, Y/N-ah."

What was this you were feeling?

ꕤ

It's been a month and a half since the AAA's. You've been to countless award shows. Christmas passed. New Year's passed. Your album was just about to get released. Your schedule has been packed with shoots, interviews, end-of-year shows and everything under the sun that a celebrity can appear on.

And you were so screwed.

It had been a month since you saw Jihoon. The last time you saw him was a few days after the AAA's when you recorded the final touches for your album and finished it. He had submitted it to your company and it had been a month since the end of your working relationship with Jihoon. He had no more obligations to see you, but by God, you missed him.

Sure, the two of you became friends. It would definitely not be weird for you to contact him and ask to have lunch or dinner or a coffee again, but you were utterly in confusion.

You came to the realisation that maybe you missed him a bit more than you missed your other friends. Maybe you were craving his company and maybe you were desperate to just spend time with him. Maybe you needed, absolutely needed to feel all the things he made you feel when the two of you were together. Maybe you had a crush on him?

Surely not, right?

Of course, the two of you still texted. It would often start with texts about the album promotions and any updates with the release, but it would soon divert to a tangent that would last into the late hours of the night. More often than not, he would be the last person you would say goodnight to and the first person you texted in the morning to carry on the conversation.

It was absolutely driving you crazy how much you enjoyed his presence and how much of a positive impact Jihoon had on your life. What was even crazier was the thought of dealing with your feelings, so you always just boxed them up and pushed them down every time they popped up after all the particularly flirty texts you exchanged.

You liked the way he made you feel. It always seemed like he was always sincere and honest and he made you feel heard and valid. He always took into account your thoughts and feelings and gave you the perfect advice back for anything you were dealing with. He always made every situation into a positive one or at least gave you the courage and encouragement to deal with anything.

Jihoon suddenly started seeming like the person you wanted by your side.

It was the night before your album launch, but you had been listening to the record for weeks and weeks already, trying to make sure it was something you were proud of. Safe to say, you definitely were and it was all thanks to your's and Jihoon's hard work and nothing felt more rewarding.

You were hosting a release party with a few friends from the industry and most people from your company, as well as anyone who helped with the album.

Of course, Jihoon was first on the guest list.

When he entered the room, you were in the middle, talking animatedly with a few people around you. It seemed like you were glowing from the way he could pick you out so easily. You had spotted him soon after too and excused yourself from the conversation. Jihoon hadn't expected you to, but you welcomed him with a hug and an excited squeal.

"It's almost time, Jihoon-ah," you grin, "I can't believe it's here. How has it already been so many months since we met and started working together?"

"Time flies when you're creating the album of the year," he tries to shrug as nonchalantly as possible, but you could see how excited he was, "We did so well, Y/N. I'm going to miss you a lot."

Your cheeks heat up at his confession, "Why are you acting like you're never going to see me again?"

"When would we?"

"I'm going to hire you for every album for the rest of my career- duh!" you bump your body against his and it takes Jihoon everything in him to not wrap his arms around you and hold you close to him.

"I wouldn't be against it," he laughs melodically.

You settle back on the balls of your feet and the skirt of your dress twirls as you fall back into position. You meet his eye and reach out for his hand, "Jihoon-ah, why don't you just stay with me anyway? No obligation."

Jihoon looks around. There must be a hundred people in this room and he thinks that the song playing is one from a session where he took you to the coffee shop after and pulled out your chair for you for the first time. It's not really the best time for a confession, but he thinks that your tone is pushing him to one. When would be the time anyway?"

"Well, I'm obliged to stay with you because I like you. A crazy stupid amount,"

A smile invades your face at the same time your heart bursts with glee, "I like you too, Jihoon. A crazy stupid amount."

ꕤ

Jihoon is the sound of softly-plucked guitar strings in an empty room or on a rainy day. He's the sound of birds singing as grass crunches under your feet during a walk. He's the sound of the bed creaking and the duvet rustling as he climbs into your bed when you're already asleep. He's the sound of a kiss being pressed onto your sleeping shoulder. He's the sound of piano keys delicately filling up the house as you come downstairs in the morning and he's already up, but hair still messy and eyes still drooping. Jihoon feels like home, for once in your life, and you like to think you'd like to have that feeling of belonging for as long as you could hold onto it.

"Y/N," It's Wednesday and Jihoon is waiting for you, standing by your favourite table in your coffee shop. Two coffee cups adorn his hand and he hands one to you as he pulls your chair out for you.

You shoot him a look of thanks as you look around the deserted cafe, before nudging your nose against his and pressing a delicate kiss on his lips, "Hi, Hoon."

He chuckles to himself, thinking about how endearing he finds you before the two of you sit down, "So, album number 4? What's it about? I should know what it's about before agreeing to produce your album again."

You laugh as if he doesn't know that he is all that fills your mind and your lyric book these days, "It's about falling in love."

He smiles, eyes sparkling, "Ah, I have some experience in that department now. I look forward to working with you again."

#lee jihoon #woozi #fic recs #svt #seventeen #svt fics #svt fluff #seventeen fic #seventeen fluff #svt au #seventeen au #woozi fic #woozi au #fluff #mixtape 17 updates #begin again #taylor swift

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smileyyoungchan · 2 years

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Cupid’s Chokehold - L.J.H.

Woozi x reader

Warning: none

Genre: fluff

Summary: I just have this insane will of doing a marvel marathon (again, like every year) and I would love to do it with Woozi and talking with him about the characters and the story 🥺

“Ok but just admit that Black Widow is the best avenger” I said as I faced my boyfriend, sitting next to me on the couch.

“Definitely not? Iron Man is, hands down” Jihoon said, crossing his arms.

“But she’s so powerful! Like she can do things, and all her story? Amazing”

“Sorry, but are you just going to ignore the fact that Iron Man is a billionaire, with an amazing suit and super intelligent?”

I huffed.

Iron Man sure was super cool, but I wasn’t going to give up on my opinion.

“Admit it” he smirked.

“Never”

I crossed my arm and pretended to be mad at him, he only chuckled and passed and arm on my shoulder, pulling me closer.

He then placed a soft kiss on my temple, smiling.

Jihoon isn’t a boy who loves skin ships, but he knows how to show his love.

His love is silent, but so precious.

“Should we watch a movie?” He asked so softly, moving some hair from my face.

“Thor Ragnarok?” I asked, hoping for a yes.

“Thor Ragnarok is” he smiled and woke up from the couch, taking the tv remote.

I loved cozy afternoons with him, where we just stayed on the couch, ranting about nothing and watching a film.

#seventeen drabbles #seventeen imagines #drabbles #seventeen #svt imagines #seventeen x reader #svt au #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfiction #woozi au #woozi x you #woozi x reader #svt woozi #woozi fluff #woozi imagines #woozi scenarios #woozi drabble

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savventeen · 10 months

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[woozi + piano]

the keys are cold beneath his wind-chapped fingertips, and jihoon only hesitates a moment before pressing down, letting his soul splatter like ink onto the ivory.

"y/n," he croaks.

the arctic wind howls around him. he hopes the runes are enough to carry the music.

"y/n, i'm here."

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

#svtsource #woozi angst #woozi drabble #woozi au #woozi x y/n #woozi x reader #yes i did a few of these on my own for funsies #and What Of It #savv writes #in my queue world #also idk if this actually counts as angst or not but whtever #also don't ask me what's going on in this bc idk #~magic~

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wooataes · 6 months

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Real Eyes, Fake Lies (Part Eight)

Pairing: soulmate!Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: angst, Hanahaki!au, crying, mentions of death, alcohol consumption, swearing, cringeworthy comedy, protective brothers

Summary: What do you do when you find out the one person that was created by the universe to be yours doesn’t want you back?

A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE. I dropped the ball a bit preparing myself to enjoy comeback and spend all my money on woozi photocards 🤷🏻‍♀️ the next part should be out fairly soon too, so look forward to it! 🥰

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Jihoon yawns. He’s surprised at how calm the bus trip has been so far. They’re approaching hour two and so far there has only been a couple rounds of I Spy and Rock Paper Scissors that have passed down the rows, with some of the group opting to sleep for the beginning of the journey as best as they can. Ji-ah is one of those said few, her head nestled tiredly on her Not-Soulmate’s shoulder, guilt bubbling inside Jihoon’s stomach. He doesn’t have a reason to feel guilty, of course. You and him were never a thing and never have been, but he can’t shake the feeling of hurting you by flaunting the reason for your heartbreak right in front of your face.

He’s watched you for most of the drive, out of Ji-ah’s sight as she rests. You’re listening in on a conversation Soonyoung and Seokmin are having, your free hand stretched over and stroking the fur of the little white fluff ball on the seat beside you. Kkuma is happily chewing on her bone with a yellow sunflower clip holding a small tuft of her fur away from her eyes that matches your dress. You have a small unreadable smile on your face and Jihoon can’t get a read on if you’re upset or just tired. Your emotions have been sturdy almost constantly as of late, and your soulmate worries if everything is getting bottled up or if you’ve truly lost hope.

Your brother stays by his soulmate’s side as he drives, smiling and speaking to each other in hushed tones. Seungcheol’s hand rests on Jeonghan’s leg, rubbing delicate circles against his thigh absentmindedly as they talk and Jihoon can’t help but be endeared to such a simple but romantic gesture between soulmates.

“I’m just saying,” Soonyoung’s voice carries through the bus. “You have two butts. Not one.”

“And I’m just saying, you’re wrong.” Seokmin rebuts. “You don’t have two. It’s only one.”

“Stand up right now and hold your left butt in one hand and right butt in the other. TWO. TWO BUTTS.”

“Incorrect!” He barks back. “You have two butt cheeks! You have one butt hole.”

“You’re a butt hole!”

“Dear god.” You groan, leaning your head back as Seungkwan, seated directly behind you, laughs. “How much longer?”

“Y/N~,” Soonyoung sings sweetly as he peers over the back of his seat.

“Do not drag me into this, Kwon.” You shoot him a playful glare. “Last time I joined in a soulmates argument between you both, you didn’t talk to me for a week.”

“You’re still not over that?” He gasps, hand on his chest. “That was like, nearly two years ago.”

“Yeah, but you made her cry after two days of your silent treatment.” Seungcheol turns around to shoot Soonyoung a not-so-playful glare. “Watch it.”

“Oh come on,” he whined playfully, paying Seungcheol no mind as he reaches over to take your hand in his. You wince as your cheeks immediately flush, trying to ignore the feeling of longing building up inside you. “That was when I was young and stupid.” He pouts, batting his eyelashes at you as his thumbs stroke your hand.

Jihoon’s eyes focus on the delicate way Soonyoung is holding your hand and frowns. An unknown feeling settles uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach, but he refuses to acknowledge what the feeling actually could mean.

“Yah, leave her be, babe!” Seokmin swats his arm. “She is trying to sleep, and she knows the right answer is one butt - she isn’t answering because she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“That isn’t true!” Soonyoung insists, turning to you after you don’t answer him. “Is it?”

“What would you do if I say yes?” You ask, raising your eyebrow.

“I…” he pauses as he turns his head slowly, meeting the steady glare of your brother staring into his soul. He pauses for a moment before turning back to you. “I would very humbly respect your opinion and thank you for being honest with your closest, longest friend.”

Just for good measure, he leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your hand. He smiles when you let out a giggle, nodding slightly and turning back to see a nod of approval from your brother. Jihoon admires how protective Seungcheol can be over you. If he had siblings, he’d do the same thing.

“Now, will you let the girl sleep? Look at her, she’s been drifting off for the last ten minutes.” Seokmin scolds Soonyoung who concedes with a sigh, your giggles filling the bus.

Jihoon feels his tummy explode with butterflies at the sound of your laugh, the only outer thing indicating him having a reaction at all being the tips of his ears turning red.

“Get some rest, Ladybug.” Jeonghan calls out as you settle down comfortably in your seat, eyes beginning to flutter. “There’s a surprise waiting at the campsite, you’ll need your energy.”

“Mhm~.” You hum sweetly as you already feel yourself beginning to drift off, your head gently lulling to the side.

Your soulmate observes you as your arms gently wrap around yourself, curling up as comfortably as you can with the limited space you have. It only takes a few minutes for your breaths to even out, sleep taking over you. Seokmin reaches over and places a fluffy blanket that was draped over him and Soonyoung now onto you, a fond smile growing on both of their faces as you immediately snuggle into the soft material to seek out the warmth enveloping you. Jihoon is even sure he hears Soonyoung mutter a soft ‘cute’ under his breath, which sets off the new uncomfortable feeling inside him again, but just like before, he chooses to ignore it.

“They really care about her, don’t they?” Minghao whispers to Junhui, who simply nods with a smile as Jihoon watches your two closest friends taking Seungcheol’s phone to quickly take a quick photo of you sleeping soundly.

The remaining two hours of the drive were pretty uneventful in Jihoon’s eyes, maybe because he kept an eye on you resting out of the corner of his eye. He observes Seokmin reaching over to carefully take your glasses off the bridge of your nose and place them on his lap. The bus stayed hushed minus the few small conversations between soulmates. Jihoon tried not to listen out of respect for their privacy, but he couldn’t help but pick up excited whispers from Jeonghan to Seungcheol about how both he and you will love the surprise that is planned. He wouldn’t lie, he was intrigued.

As the bus pulls up on a small campground next to a large, scenic forest, Jihoon can’t help but be in awe at the view of endless trees and greenery in front of them. He tilts his head at the sight of a car already pulled up at their campsite, to which Jeonghan doesn’t seem phased about. Ji-ah yawns beside him, having been awake for roughly half an hour before the bus finally came to a stop, staying sleepily perched against her boyfriend’s shoulder and watching the scenery out the window.

Jihoon glances at you, watching as Soonyoung stands and makes his way around to where you’re sleeping, crouching and slipping the blanket off you. You immediately shiver, scrunching up your nose in discomfort before letting your eyes flutter open with a tired whine that he and the others can’t help but find adorable.

“Soonie…” you frown, sitting up and rubbing your eye with a closed fist.

“We’re here, Bug.” He smiles, taking your hand and helping you up. “Jeonghannie Hyungie wants you and Cheollie Hyungie to get off first. Come on.”

You grumble sleepily, fixing your dress with a yawn before making your way to the front of the bus with Jeonghan and Seungcheol.

“You ready for your surprise?” Jeonghan smiles brightly at you both as you nod in unison.

“Should I be scared?” Seungcheol laughs.

“I don’t think so.”

“You have that smirk on your face, Oppa.”

“What smirk?” Jeonghan tries to make his face neutral.

“The smirk you pull whenever you plan to cheat when we play board games.” You squint, trying to see through him. “I swear if you plan to leave us here for dead…”

Your comment garners some giggles and laughs from the others and a smile from your soulmate.

“Oh hush!” He laughs, reaching down and tickling your side, making you flinch with a grin. “Just step outside and look.”

“Fine, fine.” Seungcheol chuckles, turning around and opening the doors to the bus.

Your brother is the first one to step off the bus and you follow close behind him, glancing from left to right curiously.

“Wow, this place is stunning.” You grin as you take in a deep breath, letting the air of nature fill your lungs as the others all trail out of the bus, looking around at the campsite with approval.

Jihoon stands by Mingyu’s side with Ji-ah towards the front of the ground, directly behind you and Seungcheol as Wonwoo starts calculating where to place tents and where to set up the campfire.

“Woah!” A new voice cuts into the group, startling everyone. “You’re blonde!”

Everyone turns to the newcomer standing by the car at the other end of the site. He stands tall with long light brown hair, his smile bright. He almost looks like a picture perched up against his car, looking at you and your brother expectantly.

“What the fuck?” Seungcheol whispers, eyes wide as he stands dumbfoundedly glued to his spot. “Is that really you?”

“I sure hope so.” The stranger smiles back, opening up his arms wide.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Your squeal echoes through the forest as you break into a sprint. “JISOO-OPPA!”

“Language!” Your brother yells, reaching out to swat you, only to be a second too late as you ran.

“Woah there!” Jisoo laughs, bracing himself. “Who is this stunning young lady, and what happened to my little Goober?!”

“Oppa!” You’re sobbing now as you leap into his arms. You immediately bury your face into his shoulder as your cries muffle into the fabric of his shirt. Jisoo simply smiles, his hand reaching up to cradle the back of your head, his other arm wrapped around your waist gently.

Jihoon looks to your family. Soonyoung has a large grin on his face as Seokmin is wiping at his eyes, letting out small sniffles here and there. Seungcheol is still glued to his spot before he looks to his soulmate.

“How did you find him? It’s been years.”

“You would be surprised at how easy it is to find someone these days using modern technology, my love.” He smiles, kissing his cheek sweetly.

“I love you so much.” Seungcheol smiles, pulling his soulmate in for a sweet kiss that makes the others coo at the sight.

“Hyung?” Seungkwan asks no one in particular. “Sorry, but who is that?”

“Jisoo, or Joshua, is Cheol-hyung’s childhood friend.” Soonyoung turns to the younger man. “When their mother passed and had to move in with us, they didn’t get the chance to keep in contact. Y/N tried to look for years for Jisoo for Cheol-hyung. I can’t believe Jeonghannie-hyung found him.”

Jisoo keeps his grip tight on you, his own tears glistening delicately in his eyes as he finally glances at his childhood best friend. He opens his arm out, which triggers Seungcheol to finally rush forward, trapping you between both men in a tight hug. Your sobs have grown quieter now as you squeeze him tight, your soulmate doing the best he can to keep his own emotions intact as yours threaten to overtake his own.

It’s weird, Jihoon thinks. It's weird feeling you cry from a positive emotion rather than a negative one. He thinks he could get used to that feeling.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice is small and almost shy as you lift your head from Jisoo’s shoulder. He lets out a laugh at the sight of your blotchy cheeks and now puffy red eyes, reaching out and wiping the leftover tears.

“A few weeks ago I got contacted by Jeonghan to ask if I remember two siblings who I grew up with and if I wanted to help him surprise you both.” He smiles down at you, still keeping his arm around your waist.

“It was you?” You turn to Jeonghan, who just smirks proudly. You rush forward to him, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. “Thank you, Oppa.”

“I know how hard you looked for him, Ladybug.” He pats your head sweetly. “Now go and catch up. We will get everything set up here.”

“Are you sure, babe?” Cheol bites his lip.

“It’s your birthday, darling. It’s fine.” He insists, smiling as he pushes you towards your brother and his friend. You give him one last smile before happily running and tucking yourself under Jisoo’s waiting arm, hugging his waist as he leads you both to a picnic table under one of the many trees.

“Wow, Hyung,” Mingyu smiles. “You’re amazing for finding him for them.”

“Nah,” Jeonghan smiles as he watches the three of you talk, Jihoon keeping his eyes on you as you talk animatedly to Jisoo. “I just love them. You would do the same thing for the ones you love, wouldn’t you?” He glances to Mingyu with a small smile of adoration. It makes Jihoon think. “Now, let’s go grab these tents and set up.”

The sun has just passed the highest peak in the sky when Jeonghan and the others have finished setting up all the sleeping arrangements for everyone, tents scattered about in the secluded camping space. Soonyoung and Seokmin have surprised everyone and brought a large blow up pool that can fit up to five people inside filled with the fluffiest pillows and blankets, planning to camp under the stars with you joining them too. Jeonghan was prepared to scold the couple for their outrageous choice of camping style and even dragging you into their shenanigans, but when he found out it was your idea he begrudgingly accepted, muttering something along the lines of the little trio of misfits being crazy.

Everyone is sitting around where the campfire will be held later in the evening, Mingyu and Junhui cooking lunch on the built-in barbecue at the site while the others relaxed. You and your brother are still close by at the picnic table with Jisoo, the conversation still not having died down since it has begun. Jihoon is sitting closest to the table with Ji-ah by his side in their camping chairs with Mingyu and Wonwoo perched on the other side, keeping the table within the circle of conversation.

You have been overcome with happiness ever since you’ve arrived and Jihoon is content. He doesn’t get many happy feelings from you, and he chooses to relish in it and enjoy the warm fuzzy feeling inside him as he hears you speak with excitement and enthusiasm.

“I still can’t believe how much you’ve grown.” Jisoo smiles, patting your head delicately.

“Well it has been nearly ten years since we’ve last seen each other.” You laugh, shrugging.

“You’re just gorgeous, I can’t believe my little Goober is all grown up!” He wails, throwing his arms around you as your loud laugh hits everyone’s ears. It’s almost a blend of Soonyoung and Seungcheol’s signature laughs that are both equally contagious.

Okay, yeah. Jihoon could get used to that.

“Yep! And I even have tattoos now, Oppa.” You smirk proudly, showing him the little Lovebug on your wrist. “I’m practically a rebel.”

“My little Y/N? A rebel? I simply won’t believe it.” He smiles. “All I remember is the sweet little girl who I used to patch up whenever she fell off her bike while her brother went to go get Eomoni, and would only smile afterwards if we sang our Eodonggie song.”

“Oh dear god.” You whine, slinking down in an attempt to hide, wincing at a nearby voice.

“Eodonggie song, you say?” Jeonghan has made his way to sit next to his soulmate, his mischievous grin returning. “I do say, Shua, please elaborate.”

“Please do not elaborate, Oppa.” You’re desperate now. “Please, I have a reputation to uphold.”

“What reputation?” Soonyoung calls out. “Just last week you and Seokmin made a skit for Theatre about a hungry villain who could only be calmed down by a hero who fed him rice.”

“Shush, you!” You point aggressively at your best friend, making Seungkwan and Hansol laugh.

“That was you?!” Minghao chimes in. “I heard from Haechan that you both really made fools of yourselves.”

“Anything for the ‘gram.” Seokmin slips on a pair of sunglasses, leaning back in his chair.

“But you didn’t even film it, Hyung…” Chan mumbles, the joke going directly over his head.

“I can’t stand you.” You deadpan to Seokmin, who only shrugs.

“It’s a good thing you’re sitting, babe.” Seokmin retorts, only making Wonwoo and the others start giggling when you mouth what Seokmin says as he says it. “Yah you little..” he hisses playfully as you smirk. Jihoon smiles a little.

“There is a reason why these three get along a little too well,” Seungcheol laughs. “They’re all practically the same person.”

“We’re getting off track here,” Jeonghan nudges his soulmate again. “Eodonggie?”

“Ah!” Jisoo smiles. “Y/N used to have this little toy when we were little. It was a yellow bunny that wore a cute little outfit with green pants and a blue plaid shirt. He was pretty ugly, to be honest.”

“Hey!” You smack his arm. “Don’t be mean about my boy!”

“I’m sorry, Goob.” He grins down at you. “The main striking point of this bunny was his cheeks. They were big and round and Y/N used to think it looked like a bum. So, Cheol and I named him Eodonggie and created a little song and made him dance. Whenever she was sad, we would make Eodonggie dance. Would work like a charm every time.”

“That is so sweet!” Ji-ah coos, smiling sweetly as you nod your head enthusiastically at her.

“When we moved in with Soonyoungie’s family, we lost him.” Seungcheol frowns. “Y/N was crushed.”

“Yah, I was not.” You jutt your bottom lip out, cheeks heating up. “I was eleven by then, I had better coping skills by then.”

“Sure you did, Bug.” Your brother smiles, but you keep pouting.

“Oh,” Jisoo looks disappointed. “Did you want me to keep this then, if you’ve grown out of it?”

He pulls the small plush toy from his bag. It looked tatted and worn, but the bum on his face was noticeable.

“EODONGGIE?!” Your eyes widened as you looked up at the man. “Y-you found him?!”

“It was the last thing I had of you both, I couldn’t just throw him away. But if you don’t want-”

Before he can finish his sentence, you’re making grabby hands at the toy, the others laughing heartily as he places it in your hands. You excitedly hug the toy to your chest, cheek resting lovingly on the top of his yellow head. Seungkwan coos sweetly with Mingyu as they watch on with the others.

Jihoon keeps his eyes on you as he watches how delicately and lovingly you hold the little bunny, holding it in front of you as you examine it closely.

“You gave him brain surgery.” Your voice is soft as your finger runs over the top of his head which sported a different coloured thread haphazardly stitched in to keep the fabric intact.

“I had to.” Jisoo nudges your side. “Had to make sure that his brain was full of his memories of you.”

“Oh dear god you’re so corny.” You let out a watery laugh, hugging his side. “Thank you, Oppa. Really.”

“You’re welcome, Goober.” He ruffles your hair with an adoring smile as you quickly climb off the bench, turning around and running towards your two best friends to show them the toy. A few of the others come up to you as you start explaining Eodonggie’s, as you call it, origin story to them. Jihoon stays back with Wonwoo, Junhui and Minghao as you explain to the quote unquote ‘maknae’s’ of the group. He glances over to where your brother still sits with his soulmate and childhood best friend, watching you surrounded by your friends.

“She really has grown up so well.” Jisoo’s voice is quiet.

“She has.” Jeonghan agrees.

“Why am I emotional?” Jisoo laughs.

“Don’t worry, I get that way sometimes too.” Seungcheol is smiling.

“I’m so proud of her. She’s been through way too much.”

“She is incredible.” Seungcheol agrees as they watch you, not knowing that your soulmate was watching too.

He watches your smile the most as you make the toy dance, seemingly recreating the famous Eodonggie dance that Jisoo and Seungcheol made for you. There’s a small smile growing on his face, your happiness literally contagious as it runs through him. Jeonghan watches Jihoon curiously, a focussed frown on his face.

“Are we there yet?” Seokmin whines, leaning against your back as you walk steadily uphill, following your brother and your friends.

“If you were going to complain the whole time, I would’ve made you stay back at the campsite and have the tea ceremony with Minghao, Junhui and Ji-ah.” You grumble, pushing the sweaty man off you.

The sun is beginning to set in the sky, the bright blue of the sky darkening ever-so slightly as you and a few select friends who decided to join you hike up to the top of the nearby mountain to watch it set. You were near the back of the group, holding the leash of Kkuma as she happily climbed up the mountain with you. Jihoon stays at the back with Wonwoo, both men keeping an eye on everyone and making sure nobody gets left behind.

“But I have severe FOMO.” Seokmin drawls.

“FOMO?” Jisoo turns his head to look back at you.

“Fear Of Missing Out.” Seungcheol and Jeonghan sigh at the same time.

“He learnt this word last week and won’t stop bringing it up.” Seungkwan groans, rubbing at his temple.

“You’re just not cool and swaggy like me.” He sticks his tongue out at the younger boy.

“You can stop complaining, babe!” Soonyoung yells from the front of the group, happily jumping from side to side. “We made it!”

Jihoon is the last one to make it to the top, standing at the back of the viewing deck at the top of the mountain, watching you as your eyes wide and sparkling as you take in the breathtaking view.

For as far as the eye can see, the eternal sky doesn’t have a single cloud littering the view. Leading down from the observation deck is a sea of green, the trees from the forest making the sky pop. In the far distance, you can see a cable car leading down into the large city of Busan, and Jihoon smiles as he sees his home town.

“Wow.” You breathe out, staring at the sky as the colours begin to change right in front of your eyes.

“This is incredible!” Chan yells happily, taking out his phone to snap photos with the others.

The other men are taking photos of each other, some making silly poses for their camera rolls, others taking cute couple photos with cheek kisses and hugs galore. Jihoon simply stands to the side, looking at the orangey pink sky with a smile before he spots you moving.

You make your way over to your brother, hugging around his middle as you both look out to the setting sun, head leaning against his shoulder. Jisoo and Jeonghan stand behind you both, giving you the space you need. Jeonghan pulls out your Polaroid camera, snapping a quick photo of you and your brother embracing in front of the sunset, a smile content on his face.

“Hi, Eomma.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but Jihoon winces as he hears it clear as day.

“She looks good tonight, doesn’t she?” Seungcheol rubs your shoulder as he glances down at you with a gentle smile.

“She’s only putting it on for you, Oppa.” You bump your hip against his. “You were always the golden child, of course she’d show off when you were looking.”

“Yah!” He barks as you laugh heartily, raising both of your hands in defense.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” You giggle as Soonyoung and Seokmin make their way over to you.

“Wonwoo-yah,” Soonyoung smiles sweetly to him. “Could you pretty please take a quick family photo of us?”

“Mhm~.” Wonwoo hums, smiling as Jeonghan makes his way to your brother’s side. You scoop up Kkuma in your arms, holding her close as your best friend and his soulmate shuffle in close.

“Say kimchi!” Seungkwan shouts as you all smile, Wonwoo snapping the picture as Jisoo takes a photo from the Polaroid camera Jeonghan had passed to him.

“Beautiful!” Mingyu grins before placing his phone down on a rock. “Quick, everyone in for the next one!”

“What?” Jihoon’s eyes widen as his wrist gets grabbed by Seungkwan, dragging him into the group, Hansol doing the same to Wonwoo and Chan grabbing Jisoo.

“Smile!” Mingyu coos sweetly as you all pose.

Jihoon simply smiles and throws up a peace sign out of pure habit, being used to Soonyoung’s random photo shoots he used to make him do in middle school, cheeks bright red. Luckily for him, the focal point was not the people posing but the sunset behind them, and Jihoon felt relieved for that fact.

“You guys go on back down whenever you’re ready.” You speak quietly after fifteen minutes of watching the sky. “I want to stay here a bit longer and take a few more pictures.”

“We can stay here too, Bug.” Seungcheol insists, Soonyoung nodding aggressively beside him.

“Junhui would have dinner being made by now, Oppa,” you hum, looking up at him. “The hike is only nearly half an hour, I’ll be fine.”

“I’m not gonna leave my little sister up here on her own.”

“You go down, Cheollie.” Jisoo smiles, hand on his shoulder. “I can walk her back down. You go down and we’ll be down once the sun is nearly gone.”

“Are you sure?” He asks nervously.

“Positive. Don’t worry, she’ll be fine.” He pats him on the back.

“I’d like to stay up here for a bit too.” Wonwoo smiles. “Take a couple more photos and that. We’ll go back together.”

“I’ll stay too.” Jihoon speaks up, and he blushes when you look at him in surprise. He doesn’t look your way, though. “Home looks good from here. Want to look at it a bit more.”

“See?” Jisoo grins. “She has a whole protection squad to bring her back down. You guys go ahead and we’ll be back soon.”

After a beat of silence, he sighs. “Fine. But if you’re not back by dark, I’m calling a search party.”

“Okay, Dad.” You roll your eyes playfully as he kisses your forehead.

“See you soon.” He hugs you quickly before everyone turns and starts making their way down the mountain.

Once they’re out of sight, you sigh slightly and sit down on the park bench by the viewing deck, taking a few photos on your Polaroid camera as Jisoo sits beside you, Wonwoo and Jihoon standing a few meters away as they both lean on the rails.

“Penny for your thoughts, Goober?” Jihoon hears Jisoo speak. “You seem pretty glum over here.”

“I’m fine.” You frown slightly. “Everything is fine and perfect. I have you back, my brother is having a great birthday trip so far, my family and friends are happy. Why wouldn’t I be happy?” You don’t look up at him.

“Hmm..” he hums slowly. “That’s true, but you didn’t mention yourself in that sentence.”

“I’m all good.”

“If that’s true, then why do you look so broken?”

You pause. Jihoon feels the pain in your stomach begin to rise as you continue to speak to your long lost friend.

“I have no reason to be broken.” You insist, eyebrows furrowing. “I am living a good life. I have a job I love, friends and family who care about me, I can see colour…” your voice teeters off. “I’d be selfish if I was sad, Oppa.”

Jihoon can feel the tears brimming in his eyes at how quiet and tired you sound, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

“Y/N…” Jisoo sighs. “You lost your parents in one fell swoop, you and your brother had to be raised by your best friend’s parents while your trash ass father left without a care in the world. And on top of that, Cheol told me that you found the one person who was made for you in this fucked up world and they didn’t want you back.” You wince, a tear rolling down your cheek. Jisoo reaches forward to gently wipe it away. “You have had way too much heartbreak for a girl your age. You’re allowed to be selfish for a little while.”

“I can’t.” You hiccup, shaking your head. “Not now, at least. Not when this weekend is all for Cheol.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t be upset if you needed a bit more time to heal.” He reaches over and hugs you to his side, rubbing your back.

“Not right now.” You sniffle, quickly reaching up and wiping at your eyes. “Plus, my soulmate is happy. That’s all I care about, Oppa.”

“What about your happiness?” He frowns.

“They’re happy, I’m happy. That’s kinda Soulmate 101. I can feel what he’s feeling, remember?”

“If you’re sure…”

“I am. Trust me.”

You think you’re being quiet. And to your credit, you are. Jihoon is purposely straining his ears to be able to hear what you’re saying to Jisoo, and with every new thing you say, the more Jihoon knows that he doesn’t deserve you - as a soulmate or as a friend.

“Come on.” Jisoo takes a deep breath, rising from his spot. “It’s getting darker. We better go or else Cheol will have my head.”

“Yeah..” you sigh softly before grabbing your things. “Wonwoo-Oppa?” You call out, snapping Jihoon out of his thoughts as he and his housemate both look over to you. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yep, give me a minute.” He smiles at you, Jisoo taking your hand and leading you to the entry of the observation deck. Once you’re a safe distance away, Wonwoo turns to your soulmate. “You okay, Jihoon-ah?”

“Hm? Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” He responds a little too quickly. Wonwoo just stares at his housemate for a moment before nodding.

“Okay. But if there’s something going on, you know you can tell me, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” He hums. “Let’s go, we better catch up.”

Before Wonwoo can answer, Jihoon rushes to catch up with you and Jisoo, Wonwoo sighing and following a beat behind.

“What made you so late?!” A strained voice bellows as you make your way back to the campsite. You pause in your steps, which makes the trio behind you stop as well.

“What the..” you mumble, stepping closer.

“You didn’t pay~” another strained voice responds.

“Oh no.” You groan, reaching up and covering your face.

“What is it?” Jisoo asks quietly, Wonwoo and Jihoon stifling giggles.

“It’s the chaotic duo.” Wonwoo smiles.

“Who?”

“You‘ll see.”

You all round the corner to see Seokmin and Soonyoung standing in front of the table, hunched over and squinting their eyes. The others are seated in a semi-circle around them, either keeping their heads down or burying their faces into their hands.

“Halmo, can I get some doenjjang-jiggae please!” Seokmin says to Soonyoung.

“They’re playing the Don’t Laugh game.” You shake your head as Jisoo stared blankly at the scene unfolding.

“Hey.. you should pay.”

“Excuse me halmo! Can I please get doenjjang-jiggae!”

“He’s crying.” Mingyu can barely breathe as he looks at Hansol, staring pointedly at the ground.

“Vernonnie???” Soonyoung struts over and bends all the way down to look directly at Hansol. “You should pay!”

Jihoon glances to you as he sees your shoulders shaking, small giggles leaving your lips as no one spots you just yet.

“HEY HALMO!” Seokmin makes his way over to Soonyoung.

Seungkwan is holding his breath as he watches the soulmates. “Someone is going to laugh here…”

“Watch this.” You mumble to Jisoo before turning around.

“Aigoo, grannies, please stop!” You muster your best old man voice as you make your way to your friends.

Almost immediately the whole group bursts out laughing, Seokmin and Seungkwan falling to the ground and Soonyoung throwing his head back with laughter.

Jihoon feels himself start to grin along with the others, feeling your giggles rise within him.

“You made it back safe, I see!” Seungcheol breaks the giggle fest, smiling as he hugs you.

“Yep, and in one piece, would you believe?” You raised your eyebrow with a smile.

“I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t see it myself.” He ruffled your hair, making you whine and shove him. “Go and get a plate, Junhui’s just finished cooking.

“I will in a sec, I need to go to the bathrooms.”

“Y/N?” Jihoon’s girlfriend stood near you as you spoke. “Sorry… I don’t want to be a bother but can I come with you to the bathrooms?”

“Hm?” You turn to Ji-ah, Jihoon’s eyes wide as he watches you both speak. “Yeah, that’s fine.” You smile at her.

There’s no point being rude to her, you think. She didn’t do anything wrong. And you don’t think you could purposely be mean if you tried. Seungcheol says it’s one of your worst faults.

“Oh, thank you!” She smiles as she steps to you, and you offer to link arms with her. Your smile is soft and genuine, and Jihoon hates himself even more at your pure kindness. Ji-ah links her arm with yours as you walk together to the bathrooms.

“Go fix up a plate, guys.” Seungcheol smiles at Jihoon, Wonwoo and Jisoo. “There’s plenty to go around!” He pats Jisoo on the back as they walk to the table together, Jihoon watching his soulmate and his girlfriend walk away together.

“Thank you again for inviting me on this trip, Y/N,” Ji-ah smiles at you.

“Really, it’s no problem at all.” You smile back as you walk to the building a small distance away.

“Are you sure? I mean, your brother barely knows me and I feel bad sort of… hijacking?”

“Oh please,” you giggle. “It’s so fine. Oppa knows Jihoon-ssi through Soonie, snd by default, soulmates are invited.” The last part slips past your lips before your brain and comprehend what just came out of your mouth.

“Oh,” she laughs, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “Hoon-ah isn’t actually my soulmate.”

You act surprised. “What?” You gasp. Thank god for your acting skills. “Really?”

“Yeah..” she laughs awkwardly. “I mean, he’s a great guy and all which is obviously why we are dating… but yeah.. I already have a soulmate. He moved away when I was still in middle school and haven’t seen him again since.”

“Oh…” you trail off slowly.

“Oh god.” Ji-ah’s eyes widen. “I-I’m so sorry!” She looks at you worriedly. “I didn’t want to bring up bad memories of your parents because I’m doing the same thing your fathe-”

“Oh, no,” you pat her arm. “Really, don’t stress.” You smile reassuringly. “I won’t judge. Honest.”

“And it’s not forever with Jihoon anyway,” she keeps babbling like word vomit. “We both made a pact that as soon as my soulmate comes back or if he finds his, we’d break this whole thing off!”

“Ji-ah,” you assure her. “It’s…” your brain catches up with her words and you feel the pit in your stomach begin to form. “A pact?”

Ji-ah’s words start running through your head as the realization sets in. Her words begin to drown out as you realize what she’s saying. They were never a forever thing. As soon as her soulmate found her again, or if Jihoon were to find his soulmate, they’d be with their person.

But Jihoon knew who his soulmate was. He knows who it was and he still chose to break the pact to keep Ji-ah.

Fuck. That stung.

You weren’t even good enough to have even after Jihoon went through his whole relationship with Ji-ah with the sole end game being to be with his soulmate.

You blink after your eyes focus once again to a frantic Ji-ah.

“Hey,” you take her arm. “It’s alright, really. You’re your own person that makes your own choices. I’m not going to treat you like crap just because it’s something my father did.” You force a smile now. Every word you spoke felt like your throat was being stabbed.

It hurt to lie.

“Are you sure?” She asks nervously and you nod with a little smile.

“Positive.”

Jihoon lifts his head from his lap as he spots you and Ji-ah walking back to the site. He had felt a sharp pain in his chest five minutes ago, and he hasn’t been able to sit still since. When he sees you and his girlfriend walking back towards them, he keeps a close eye on you. Your eyes stay focused on your feet as you march your way to your brother.

“I made you a plate, Bug!” Cheol smiles, patting the spot between him and Jisoo for you.

“Not hungry.” You mumble, your hair shielding your face as you reach for a bottle of soju in the middle of the table.

Jihoon watches your brother, his soulmate, and your best friend all look between each other with wide eyes. You twist the top of the bottle open, taking a swift swig of the alcoholic drink before leaning against your brother's side in silence.

He feels nothing. He hasn’t felt anything from you since the sharp pain in his chest moments ago, and now he’s worried. You refuse to make eye contact with anyone at the table around you, taking another sip of your soju as Jisoo’s hand rubs at your back absentmindedly, looking at Seungcheol for an explanation.

Jihoon rises from his seat as Ji-ah has stopped to talk to Mingyu about something, turning around and walking to a small clearing in the forest to clear his head. It almost feels clogged, riddled with hundreds of questions and endless scenarios playing all at once. He winces and rubs at his temples before jumping at the sound of a twig snapping behind him, not realizing he had been followed.

His eyes widen in surprise as he sees Jeonghan standing in front of him, a deep frown on his face and arms crossed. He is glaring at your soulmate with a scowl.

“It’s you, isn’t it?”

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