#jihoon

your second kiss is your first real kiss. [or: five times you kissed Jihoon, and the one time he kissed you].

He sits still, feels it first. Let’s it linger.

On the corner of his mouth, resting there on his pale skin and the sliver of pink. Soft and sweet, and fleeting, a breath of warmth stuttering over skin, flesh, past bones, through him. Then gone, setting his nerves to tip over, prickling all over inside of him.

And then he stares, watching as your face sets ablaze, makes his throat dry.

“I… — I like you so much, Jihoon!”

Chest heaving, cheeks tinged pink – and in a heartbeat, your face twitches, eyes glossen, then you’re gone. Steps brisk, almost dashing. There is only Jihoon, and a loneliness once you leave.

Burning, “… Me too.”

He sits still, feels it first. Let’s it linger.

It burns.

—

Your second kiss is your first real kiss.

His palms sweat, together between his knees. Thumb tracing the joints in his fingers, stretched, open-palmed.

“– Color?”

His face twists, frowns. A crease between his brows. “Sorry?”

You smile, knees folding beneath you on your bed, the bed creaks – your head tilting just a bit, “What color?”

Four tubes held up to his face, they all look the same to Jihoon, – he chooses the glittery one, the one you wear, that gets hair stuck to your lips. Light pink, full of sparkles – glossy. And smells of strawberry, or something sweet.

“This one,” You smile at him. Cheeks reddening, eyes brightening. “That one’s my favorite!”

He knows, you’ve told him before. More times than he could count.

You hold it between your faces, twisting the lid off.

Then you’re holding his jaw between gentle fingers, pressing against bone. Brows coming together, face coming close, a warm breath, “Stay still, okay?”

He sucks in a breath, holds still. Stares at the crease between your brows, shifting to the slope of your nose, the pink tinge of your cheeks – then at your lips.

It drags across his bottom lip, and you pull away just a bit. “Go like this,” You rub your lips together, and he does too.

You run a finger at the corner of his mouth, beneath the line of his lips. Hands coming to his cheeks, holding him in place.

Then you see Jihoon.

Face burns, just like his chest.

Then you bring your mouths together, slow. Then fleeting.

Hands coming to your mouth, stammering, “I’m… — I’m sorry!”

Gone again, dashing out of your own room. Into the hall, and into the bathroom, where the door slams shut.

He doesn’t catch his breath, instead sinks into your bed, into the softness of your room – and burning, “… I’m sorry too.”

Jihoon wonders if you know how much he likes you. And the lipgloss sticks to the corners of his mouth, it must be everywhere.

—

In summer, Jihoon licks the side of your face.

“Ew, Jihoon!” You’re grabbing napkins, shoving your ice cream cone into his hands. Your nose is wrinkling, hands rubbing your cheek hard, and a discoloration comes after, red and rubbed raw – “You had ice cream on your face,” He smiles, making you frown.

You scoff, holding out your hand for your ice cream. Fingers brushing when he hands it back. He says, “It didn’t even taste like strawberry anyway.”

And you elbow his side. “Never do that again,”

Jihoon watches as your face reddens, and smiles. Notices just how beautiful you are, wishes he’d noticed before.

You smile again, lean closer into him. Eyes twinkling, “Can I have some of yours? You can have some of mine!”

Jihoon holds his ice cream out, a hand held out at the bottom of your chin, ready to catch any if it leaks out.

“Mint ice cream is just toothpaste,”

“You’re dumb for saying that,”

You sputter, mouth opening and closing – you whine, “But I’m right! It does!”

And the sun sets, sinks lower into the horizon. Jihoon watches, and you watch him.

He looks to you, and you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, soft and sweet. You redden, standing and holding out your hand.

“Walk me home.”

He does, he always does – Jihoon wonders when the burning will stop, that fades, or etches itself somewhere else in his mind when you squeeze his hand.

—

Jihoon stares at your eyebrows, the crease between your brows.

Your hands rub sunscreen on his neck, tilting his head up, neck stretching. Then onto his ears, thumbs gently tracing the shell of his ear, his shoulder comes up, head presses close to it. “It’ll come off,” You say and he’s looking up again, this time at the blue sky. Feet digging into the sand.

“There,” You smile, patting him on the head. And pressing a peck to his mouth. “Go play!”

Jihoon burns, and not from the sun.

Smiles at you, and watches you tinge red.

(You take a bus home after, sitting close together. Hands in his lap, you trace the ridges on his knuckles, his head on your shoulder. You tell him you love him, and he can’t breathe).

—

You’re overthinking, face downcast.

“Jihoon,” It’s a breath, you breathe his name out. Eyes glossed over, looking at his mouth.

“… Jihoon,” He’s staring at you, hand touching your wrist. “Are you –”

It’s just a press of lips, mouth together. Gentle, but it sets ablaze in his chest. Spreading all over his body from the inside.

You pull away, mouth twitching.

You leave again, slower. Face down, eyes glossened. And Jihoon is afraid of the loneliness that comes once you’re out of his room, the door slamming.

Kissing you burns, and it makes him wonder.

—

+ 1.

“I’m in love with you.”

Your brows furrow, “I mean, that’s why we’re together, right?”

His hands come to his hair, tugging, and he paces, “No, like I want to be with you all the time, and… — I don’t know how to be without you,”

You’re sitting still on his bed, listening. Always focused on him, always aware of him – “I can’t be without you. You’re always with me, you’re like a… — A leech.”

“Jihoon, that’s not very nice…” Your hands rubbed your upper arms. Grounding into them like pulp, digging into flesh.

“CanI kiss you?” He’s staring at you. Watching you redden. You say too softly, “But you said you don’t like kissing…”

“When?” His head is tilting, eyebrows knitting deep together. A crease between his brows. You sigh, “Before we started dating… I thought that kissing made you uncomfortable –”

“But that was before. I don’t like kissing, but I like kissing you! There’s a difference…”

You stare at him, nodding soft. Gentle, eyes tender. And face red.

When you barely stand, and Jihoon takes your face into his hands, kissing you.

Your hand takes hold of his wrist, grounding into his pulse. The thrum of his heart in his veins, throughout his body. Heartbeat at his wrist, and the other hand grounds onto his chest, fingers unfurl, spreading open. Pressing into his breastbone, into the soft flesh of his chest – it beats just as fast as yours.

Then the kiss is different, more certain. Different than yours – his tongue drifts across your bottom lip, making you melt into him. Your knees together, sinking.

Jihoon pulls away, and you smile so beautifully at him. Cheeks darkened, flushed.

“I like you so much, Jihoon!”

His chest heaves, burning, searing. He nods.

I hope you guys either also love these songs or have never heard them before but will love them after listening!

Seungcheol (S.Coups)

“I’ve never been good with words - well, at least not the sweet kind. Somehow when she’s around, it’s like I just lose my mind.” (Junior Doctor, Uh Oh)

Jeonghan

“Just another day of growing up, I get stuck in my romance and I can’t win no matter what I say, but you love me anyway.” (The Mowgli’s, Love Me Anyway)

Joshua

“Cross the ocean, take your chance. Find yourself a man. Someday I’ll understand what we held between our hands, but I remember breathing easy. Do you remember breathing easy?” (YØUTH, Breathing Easy)

Jun

“And I just want to be sum of your broken parts. And I just want to be your creature of the dark.” (The Wombats, Be Your Shadow)

Soonyoung (Hoshi)

“I could dance all night like I’m a soul boy, but I know I’d rather drag myself across the dance floor. I feel like dancing on my own where no one knows me and where I can cause offence just by the way I look.” (Belle and Sebastian, There’s Too Much Love)

Wonwoo

“I’ll be your new favorite tune, I’ll be your black cloud by June, but only when you miss the rain like I miss you.” (Waterparks, Stupid for You)

Jihoon (Woozi)

“I was sitting in a field of pine trees coaxing the words from the earth and the dirt and I sought a muse but the words just wouldn’t come.” (Ezra Vine, Celeste)

Seokmin (DK)

“You know how they say you got the real thing when nothing else matters? I love you like that.” (Dagny, Love You Like That)

Mingyu

“Got a minute, got a moment, got a radio song. Gonna do what we can do before this night is gone. Say you’re with me, say you want it, say you need it bad. Yeah we’re goin’ all in getting what we had.” (Plaid Brixx, The Greener Side)

Minghao (The8)

“I want to believe in time travel, that one day I’ll come back for you, find you in the campus library aisles and I’d say ‘Oh my ancient Mars’.” (The Zolas, Ancient Mars)

Seungkwan

“I close my eyes and dream about a sunny holiday. I wish that I was beachin’ down on Saint Tropez, or sitting in the lobby at the fabulous Pierre with diamonds on my fingers and not a single care.” (Caro Emerald, Stuck)

Vernon

“Baby, I ain’t got no money, all I got is time and I’m gon’ spend that time on you, but when they pay me and I can buy the sunshine take you away, we’ll drink champagne while holed up in a room and I’ll spend my summer on you.” (PRETTYMUCH, Summer on You)

Chan (Dino)

“You never saw me, you never did, though I tried, and tried, and tried to get you to notice. I think I’ll always love you, I just might. Oh, I think I’m gonna love you until the day that I die.” (Jukebox the Ghost, Sound of a Broken Heart)

this was actually really hard to do because I wanted to include so many more songs that I love. it’s okay though, because I’ll probably just do a part two of this, maybe for other groups

mywoozifeels:

Woozi with Jeonghan Woozi with Hoshi

bikerwoozi:

a jihoon one shot, 500 wds. fluff. inspired by 유성 by snuper

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The night sky was darkening as each little star made itself known. The moon was already at its highest point in the sky, the navy-blue blanket took its time replacing sunset. I was sitting under the open window in front of me, watching each star flicker on. Most days seemed to end like that, me under the open window, feeling the cool, dry breeze of night sweep by unbothered. I sighed, waiting for the complete transformation of sparkles in the sky.

I feel a warm jacket placed onto my shoulders, and arms snaked around my waist, finished with a head nuzzling into my neck. He pulls my weight into his lap, while I’m still fixated on the sky. The Sagittarius Arm seemed crowded, full of neighboring stars with their light overlapping. The ecliptic traces the sky above us, showing us a clear view of the constellation, Virgo.

“That’s Spica, right baby?”

“Yes, hun,” I turn to look into his eyes, but they’re pointed towards the sky, reflecting the glimmering light of the stars.

He smiles brightly, defending his knowledge. He laces his fingers within mine. Just left of Spica is a rivaling presence, Jupiter. Both objects in the sky have their own light, one being created, and one being reflected, yet they still shine in their own way. Tonight, Jihoon’s eyes resembled planets.

It’s just the two of us on the bench below the window, with me seated contently in his lap. He holds me close, his hands still holding mine. I can feel his heartbeat through my back. There’s a slight rustle of leaves outside due to the sea breeze. Being so close to the beaches of Busan meant a clearer sky than the one over bustling Seoul. We’re able to see more of the constellations that I’m used to pointing out

Jihoon’s presence here with me, just the two of us, it’s my lullaby. His gentle fingers softly rubbing mine waves serenity over this serendipitous moment where the universe aligned for such a surreal encounter. By chance our paths follow like the moon and sun across our sky.

I curled further into him and let my eyes close, feeling the soft breeze flow over my ears, cheeks, lips. Tender touches of fingertips dance over my head, he hums along with the quiet leaves outside our window. In and out of sleep I start drifting, feeling the universe surround my mind. I always felt safe being in his arms, sharing this moment together feels more like a necessary part of our night than anything else. Sharing this moment with him.

As the stars glitter around us, draping a special blanket of shining stars over us, he shifts under me and lifted me to bed.

“You’re my star of stars, baby, my favorite cluster of stardust. You’re brighter than shooting stars traveling across the night sky.”

Jihoon kissed my forehead and snuggled up next to me as the stars cascade over the sky outside our window.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

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