✨700 followers celebration! ✨

I recently reached 700 followers and as a thank you, I decided to open drabble requests for seventeen, using this prompt list..

Rules:

• I’ll be using these prompts only for Seventeen.
• Send in the prompt number along withe the member of choice
• These requests are closing when I reach 20 requests.
• Ask here.

pairing: svt x reader, fluff, a tiny bit suggestive

: a quick kiss on the lips as he leaves the house, that usually lasts longer than intended…. And then maybe one more (ends up on a full make out session, cheol is late).

: a sweet kiss on the cheek after he just knows his teased you a little too much, always letting you know you by that it’s just a playful bander and that it doesn’t mean anything, laughing sweetly as he sees you lose your words every time (he’s a simp).

: a playful kiss just under your jaw because he perfectly knows it’s your weak spot and he enjoys seeing the effect he has on you (such a fake saint).

: a kiss on top of your head as he comforts you, rubbing your back, saying sweet words with a smile and then as you smile, a bonus kiss on your cheek as well.

: a big, exaggerated kiss on your temple to great you after seeing you after a long time, and some more loud smooches afterwards. The sound may be loud but you are giggling at how affectionate he is with you.

: a comforting kiss on the back of your hand while he’s holding it with his own, warmth and comfort spreading in your body and a warm smile on your face, as you look him, while he chuckles and leans his head on your shoulder.

: a light kiss on your shoulder as he stands up from the bed to go wash and start his day. The kiss is sweet and intimate, and you can’t help but start smiling in your sleep.

: a kiss fight where you kiss each other noses and then giggle afterwards like little kids and the loser becomes the small spoon (cause you both are babies).

: a kiss under your ear, as he wraps his arms around your waist, caressing your sides and pushing you back, towards his body. (expect hickeys afterwards in that spot cause he doesn’t want to let go).

: a tender kiss on your forehead after he pushes your hair behind ear, sweet glances and tight hugs, not wanting to let go.

: a chase kiss on the cheek while he finds something you do cute and someone he ends up kissing your cheek. Understands what he did right afterwards and because very shy.

: an awkward kiss, where he misses your lips during your first kiss and instead kisses the corner of them, throws you an awkward thumbs up and dashes away.

: a kiss on lips, as his members look away, not wanting to get teased, but still having fun with doing stuff like that out there. (I bet minghao actually noticed it).

a/n: hello everyone!! really had fun with this, I would be really happy of you send me reaction requests and drabble requests! Thank you!!

Imagine Woozi getting teased by Seungkwan for sending a slightly cringey birthday message to the younger member.

BONUS: Despite teasing the vocal team leader, Seungkwan was actually very happy and touched to receive such a message from Woozi.

*this post was commissioned | based very lightly off seventeen - fallin’ flowers
tw: break up mention/general angst

“something in your gentleness entraps him
you make it look so easy, to love and provide for something
he knows a flower is one thing, a human is another - but
could you do that for him too?”

• you had thought jihoon was going to marry them
  
• so standing in the middle of his studio with the remnants of their relationship, a broken vase of lilies in the corner, his undone portrait of them dripping down with the streaks of paint he’d thrown at the canvas in a fit of confusion and pain
• feels ………. wrong
• as if you were the one who was broken up with, and not jihoon who is on his knees a couple of feet away
• hands stained in watercolors, eyes blank and burrowing
• you reach for the wilting lilies first, you’ve known jihoon long enough to be aware of the fact that trying to use words to comfort him right now won’t work
• so you silently begin to clean up, plucking items that belong to his ex and placing them out of sight
• you take the ruined canvas with half their face sketched out and turn it over
• jihoon doesn’t move from his spot as you work - doesn’t say anything - doesn’t even look at you
• when you’re done you finally kneel down beside him, bring the hot wet towel to his hands and start to scrub the dry paint from his palms
• you try to be gently but jihoon finally speaks
• “harder, you have to scrub harder if you want to get rid of them.”
  
• you can’t tell if he’s talking about the paint or of the memories that must be flooding into him
• you had remembered how happy he had looked, being in love, being with someone who seemed to understand him 
• now he was empty and you were scared of what could happen if he was left like this alone
• you don’t argue, you scrub harder and finally you get some of the colors off his skin
• there’s still smudges thought, the same way there will still be those pieces of his ex scarred across him 
• time heals everything - you want to say that, but its too early to start preaching 
• instead you tell jihoon he should go to bed now, you’ll take care of the rest of the cleaning up and put his art supplies away
• he gives a vague sort of look toward the bedroom and then back at you
• “i broke the vase, the one with the lilies.”
  
• “it’s ok, ive already cleaned-”
  
• “i should go buy fresh ones.”
  
• his eyes glaze over, he gets up and you scramble to your feet in the process
• you put a hand on his chest to stop him and jihoon stares at you, but you can tell he isnt focused 
• “ill buy them, please jihoon. go to bed.”
  
• somehow you manage to get him to turn around
• and you are standing now in the doorway to his apartment, with a trash bag full of his exes things and the pathetic looking lilies 
• you had bought them as a gift when you’d come over to celebrate jihoon’s successful art show
• his ex had put them into a vase and gushed over how pretty they looked - jihoon had never been one to be so romantic, but he had said that they looked almost as pretty as his ex did
• you had watched them be so loving toward each other just days ago
• but now it was all gone and part of you is angry at both of them
• at jihoon’s ex for leaving him, out of the blue and with no real reason but the excuse of having “outgrown” him
• and at jihoon for calling you after it had happened
• but that anger toward him is really just a cover for something else
• the hollowing pit in your stomach that has always been there since you met jihoon in college. 
• the pit you’ve covered with years of support for him and his relationships and his art
• the pit, in which sits the actual emotion you’ve been hiding from the world
• if you had picked me, i would have never hurt you like this
• the thought is cruel and you tell yourself never to think such a thing like that again
• but its there, it will always be there, because you love jihoon
• not that you ever plan to let that truth come to the surface…… 
• the next morning, you stop by the florist to pick up the lilies you promised you’d buy
• you look at them, watching as one of the petals sags to the side, threatening to fall 
• you dont know what it is about lilies in particular - they bloom so big and beautiful that they often steal the attention in a garden
• they’re quite the opposite of you
• who has always found yourself more of a queen anne’s lace, playing a side role in the main stories of all your friends
•  but you adore them above all other flowers, touching the petal made of velvet and suddenly remembering that you had seen lilies when you first met jihoon
• you had taken art in college as an extra credit class
• you weren’t at all any good, but it was enjoyable to take a course that didnt demand much from you but creativity
• one of the first assignments had been still life: drawing baskets of fruit, books on tables, flowers in vases
• you had ended up with a vase with one purple lily in it. 
• the only other person who had also chose it was jihoon
• you didn’t know his name back then
• just that he was so beautiful, like he had been drawn himself and came to life off the page
• his eyes like umber, russet sunsets - his mouth slightly parted in concentration as he let his pencil flow across his canvas
• you had trouble focusing on the flower, which is probably half the reason it came out terribly
• but it had also allowed jihoon to look over and offer with a quiet tone, that you maybe work on shading here - and dimension here
• you had told him you weren’t in the art major and he had given you the kind of look that read, i could tell
• before smiling to himself in the way you caved your head in a bit of embarrassment
• it wasn’t like you ever thought the meaningless, sometimes only minute long conversation you’d have with him in the art room would turn into a friendship which harbored its way into one-sided love
• somehow you had just ended up being invited warmly into his small knit circle
• jihoon extending his hand to you after getting a text about dinner with seokmin and jeonghan
• jihoon allowing only his and your eyes to fall upon his works in progress, you taking the free time you had to spend at his studio mixing paints and organizing his drawing materials
• he never ask you to do those things - but he also never chided you for it
• jeonghan had mentioned it once, when you were all walking in the summer evening after a movie outing 
• that you being able to earn jihoon’s trust was a higher honor than one might think
• you had looked from jeonghan to jihoon - who had been walking a bit in front with the rest of your friends
• head turned, his profile against the setting sun
• “ah - are you buying another bouquet for your artist boyfriend?”
  
• you jump at the sudden question and shake your head
• “he’s not my boyfriend.”
  
• you swallow and find that your throats gone dry
• “he actually just got broken up with so……”
  
• the florist frowns, taking you gently by the hand and leading you away from the lilies
• “then those are not the flowers you should be getting him, you need to get him something that will say cheer up! there’s someone better out there for you - could i suggest tulips?”
  
• you give a polite smile
• “no, i think i have to take the lilies.”
  
• when you arrive at jihoon’s apartment, the door is unlocked and jihoon is still in bed
• from the way the kitchen is untouched and he’s wearing the same shirt he was yesterday you assume he hasn’t moved in all this time
• “jihoon”
  
• you softly speak
• “it’s already well past lunch, have you eaten?”
  
• he pulls his feet up so they disappear under the covers again. you look around the room and find a vase full of old paintbrushes
• you take it and tell jihoon you’re going to go make him something to eat and that you’ve brought the lilies
• he doesn’t reply, not until you turn in the doorway and his voice is smaller than you’ve ever heard before
• “can you put the lilies in here?”
  
• “you don’t want them in the studio?”
  
• “no, please put them here.”
  
• you quickly fry up an egg and make some coffee, which you set down on the night table beside jihoon’s bed
• you move his sketchbook away and realize that it’s open to an empty page
• your eyes briefly glance to see if jihoon has reacted at all, but he’s still
• you go back to wash out the waves and put the lilies in
• you wrap a rubberband around his paintbrushes and set them by the others which are stock piled in the studio room
• a small ping of relief floods through you when you enter the bedroom and jihoon is up, holding the cup of coffee in his hands
• usually people would suggest you make conversation to help ease jihoon’s mind out of whatever dark place it has wondered into it
• but you just put the lilies down and tend to cleaning up whatever other paper and things you can see on the floor
• even though jihoon only finishes the coffee and maybe a quarter of the egg, it’s still a start
• the pain he’s feeling is fresh and you don’t want to push anything
• but as you tell him you’re off to leave again - you remind him that he does have another exhibition planned in two weeks
• on the way back home you hope his love for painting can cradle him through this all
• whenever you think of the sadness that comes with being unloved, you throw yourself into your hobbies, scribbling down poems or re-reading novels from your time in school
• you’d done it all to stop thinking about jihoon - you hope he does the same too
• about a week passes when you return to jihoon’s again, and it’s only because this time jeonghan calls you with a serious worry about jihoon’s exhibition
• “he isn’t painting, that’s the problem.”
  
• “what do you mean he isn’t painting?”
  
• “when i came over, he was sitting in front of the canvas with his hand pressed against it - but …….. he wasn’t drawing or painting or doing anything.”
  
• you show up to the apartment after the call and take a deep breath before you let yourself in
• today might be the first time you mention the breakup to jihoon, and you don’t know if its too early yet
• to make the dread bubble even harder in your stomach is the fact that sitting outside of his apartment is that undone portrait of his ex
• its half shrouded with other trash bags left to be collected
• you look at the familiar face and clench your fist a bit tighter
• if you hadnt done this to him, if you hadnt made this mess - i wouldnt be stuck cleaning it up.
• you chide and immediately fall into regret
• its not a mess, taking care of your friends is not a mess.
• you knock on the door and wait for a moment till you hear jihoon turn the lock
• you’re relived to see that his hair is wet from a fresh shower, but the bags under his eyes like crows wings cancels it out
• as well as the fact that he looks as if he’s seen the devil himself
• “what’s wrong?”
  
• jihoon’s shoulders shrink
• “do i really have to answer that?”
  
• you step inside and the door closes behind you two
• “jeonghan said you’re having trouble painting”
  
• jihoon’s head drops and the darkness of the hallway makes everything feel closer and more intense
• he turns and starts to walk toward the studio and you follow, gasping a little at the sight of it
• canvases broken in halves, paint spilled on the floor  - but not a single new painting, not a single completed project
• jihoon sits down in the middle of it all and puts his head in his hands
• he looks like he’s in agony, silent and torturous
• is this what happens when an artist loses their muse?
• you don’t know how to help and that makes it all the more worse
• you just sit down beside jihoon 
• he lets you take his hands in your own
• in the corner of the room those fresh lilies youve bought have wilted again
• on one of the broken canvases, the only thing jihoon has been able to paint is those scattered and browning petals
• you start to come by everyday after that because as much as you share jeonghan’s worry about the art
• you are more so worried about jihoon shutting down
• now he has nothing to focus on, just the fact that he’s lost the love of his life
• so you try and entertain and keep him alive to the best of your ability
• with groceries and company, bringing over his other friends - trying to coax him into going outside
• jihoon reacts on some level, but you can tell that he just wants to paint again
• all he’s done is brush strokes on the white paper, the shape vaguely like that of a flower but you cant ever tell what kind
• he also keeps asking you if you can bring him lilies again
• you do, and this time they live longer because you tend to them - and when you do you fail to realize that jihoon starts to watch you
• he takes note of the way you move the vase with both hands
• the way you keep the steams between the same two fingers every time
• you arent burdened by the little chore because its takes at most five or so minutes out of the day
• but jihoon unfolds each step you take like a storybook page
• something in your gentleness entraps him
• you make it look so easy, to love and provide for something
• he knows a flower is one thing, a human is another - but 
• could you do that for him too?
• he looks into his hands and the cup of coffee you made for him is sitting on the table to the left
• have you already been doing it, all this time? 
• which is why on the day before the exhibition
• when you ask him if he wants you to help him cancel it 
• he says no, he thinks he can fish something in time
• you light up and ask if he’s finally found a new muse, but jihoon blinks slowly
• “a new muse?”
  
• “yes, i mean i thought - well i thoughtthey were your muse and losing them meant you couldnt paint but if youre saying you can now then-
  
• jihoon’s eyes turn to ice at the mention but then he shakes his head
• “they …… i never saw them as a muse.”
  
• he stops to think on it, he isn’t lying
• “but you loved them, i mean -”
  
• he keeps his eyes down and you fidget, “sorry, let’s not talk about that.”
• “i did, you’re right i did love them but that doesn’t mean they inspired me.”
  
• he taps a finger and then looks at you
• sitting across from him, how you’ve done a million times before
• suddenly jihoon thinks if he can look at you like that for a little while longer
• he can create again
• he can paint something
• so when he asks you to stay still, you do - and jihoon brings his pencil down to paper
• only to get up half an hour later and take you with him
• he sits you down again and sets up a bigger canvas this time, brings his paintbrushes
• and then he moves the vase with the lily from behind him to sit at your feet
• “jihoon, are you going to paint me?”
  
• “yes”
  
• “why?”
  
• he looks from the lily to you
• “because i want to, and it’s the first time in a while that i think ill be able to.”
• you don’t realize it yourself not until you’ve fallen asleep in your position and jihoon is deep into his painting
• that the muse you were talking about and thinking he’d lost
• had been you all along
• jihoon knew it, even when he was in a relationship, that there was no one else in this world that could make him paint
• he’d felt it the first time you met in that art class, he’d watched you fumble through your drawing
• and usually he wasn’t inspired to draw the mundane, the everyday
• until he started seeing just how much it could mean to him
• he had been painting that portrait of his ex out of obligation, they had asked him to do it 
• and so it had been taking a while - it had been unfinished not even because of the breakup but because jihoon didn’t want to do it
• and yet here he was, the brush strokes pouring out of him in an attempt to capture every little detail there is to you
• he had been wallowing in his pain and hadn’t bothered to look at you again
• until you started to be there, everyday, like those lilies 
• and those lilies, beautiful and sweet 
• they were yours, you were theirs. to jihoon something about the silk of the petal and the sway of your hair made sense 
• he doesn’t wake you up, he’s been your friend long enough to know the parts of you he wants in the painting
• he only stops when he’s done and his hair is stuck to him with sweat and the sun is rising outside his window
• you’ve slumped over completely onto the couch and jihoon comes closer to move you into a more comfortable position
• this is the first time in these weeks that he is taking care of you instead of the other way around
• when his fingers touch your skin he suddenly feels the kind of sparking urge he has only felt with others who hes been intimate with
• your small stir in his arms causes him alarm and excitement all at once, when your eyes open slightly he jumps back before he fears he’ll do something you wont like
• in the morning, jihoon is passed out cold in his bed and you get up and rub your eyes 
• finally you let yourself move toward the canvas to see what jihoon has painted
• its you………its you in every way……….you stare at that face of yours like a mirrored reflection
• seeing it like this something ties a knot in your heart
• “is this what its like to be a muse?”
  
• jihoon’s voice floats through the room
• “you’ve always been mine.”
  
• you turn - because you don’t think you’ve really heard it - maybe its just your drowsy imagination speaking
• but jihoon is there and the phone is ringing, jeonghan about the exhibition
• neither you or jihoon reach for the phone
• instead you ask him,
•  “what do you mean?”
• he doesn’t know how to explain it
• instead he looks at you and then over his shoulder into his room
• the exhibition doesnt start until the afternoon, and you are in his studio and you are whats brought him back from a point of emptiness
• you are more than a muse
• somehow you end up with his hand on yours again and this time that spark is searing up through both of you
• jihoon’s paint stained fingers splay on the small of your back
• you are still a little scared that its too early for this, if its just the wounds on his heart speaking
• but jihoons lips only centimetres from yours promise that its more than that
• its all that time wasted, his attention was yours that day in the art classroom 
• and he was an idiot for ever trying to put it on someone else
• but like all good things - they come with time and if you want him how he wants you then hes here 
• and he’s ready to let this between you bloom into something more
• you giggle when his breath tickles you before you finally kiss 
  
• you wonder if everyone will be surprised by that painting jihoon has done of you when its up in the wall of the gallery
• when the lily petals fall from the flower in that vase and land at your entangled feet. 

시에서 정말 스트레스를 많이 받았나 봐. The city must’ve really stressed her out.

Description: A spontaneous visit home coincides with your stay at home and suddenly after a couple years of not talking, you and your best friend confront the reason you stopped talking in the first place. 
Warnings: Mentions of a past cheating boyfriend (NOT JIHOON SOME OTHER BUTTHEAD), swearing
Genre: Angst, Fluff, idol!Jihoon x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.9k

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When Jihoon opened the door to his house, the familiar smells hit him like the biggest and warmest hug. It’d been many months since he was able to break away and take a trip home but the second it was an option, he was made to take it.

“Jihoon, is that you?” His mother called from the kitchen.

“Yeah, it’s me.” He answered while walking further into the house.

His mother sat at the kitchen island while his father was busy chopping up vegetables for dinner. She set down her wine glass before getting up and giving Jihoon a vice grip hug.

“How are you doing?” She asked him pulling away and letting him breathe.

He nodded, “Been pretty good and busy. Just happy I can rest for a few days.”

“Rest.” His father repeats and used air quotes to emphasize the word. “I’m sure he’ll be composing another song until the wee hours of the morning.”

“No, I’m serious this time.” Jihoon chuckled, “I’m resting during this visit. I’m under strict orders from Seungcheol.”

His mother sighed, “I can’t believe someone has to order you to rest.”

He just shrugged, “Some people don’t have an off switch. What’s been going on with you guys?” He asked, wanting to divert the attention off him being a workaholic.

“Nothing too crazy.” His father commented, picking up an onion, “We had dinner with (y/n)’s parents last week.”

“Oh, how are they doing?” Jihoon asked, a little thrown off to hear your name pop up. You had moved away to the city years after he did and he wasn’t really in contact with you. Though he wished he was.

“They’re doing good. Apparently (y/n)’s been staying with them for the past couple weeks.” His father continued, “Something about the city being too crazy.”

His mother swallowed her sip of wine, “The city must’ve really stressed her out.”

Jihoon scrunched up his eyebrows, “Why do you say that?”

“She’s gone and made a fire in the pit pretty much every night.” His mother nodded towards the window where a clear view of the beach was visible.

“Well, I now need my sous chef.” His father stated and Jihoon shook himself out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, yeah. Where’s my apron?” He wondered and his mother just pointed to the drawer where it had always been.

You walked up the front steps of your parents’ house while the dark sky peered down at you curiously. You had intended to only take an hour walk but it turned into a two hour excursion. But the night was just too nice to go back after an hour.

——–

“Is that you, (y/n)?” Your mom called from upstairs as you opened the front door.

“Yeah!” You answered, “Sorry it took so long.”

“No, it’s fine.” She told you, coming down the stairs. “How was it?”

You smiled at her lack of worry for you now that you were all grown up, “It was very relaxing.”

“Well, I’m glad that you had a relaxing time.” She smiled and steered you toward the kitchen. “Any ideas of what your plans are going forward?”

“Nothing yet, but I have a plan to start looking at things tomorrow.” You explained and she nodded in approval.

A small orange light drew you to the windows facing the beach. The pit where you usually set up a fire was lit and you were sure you were the only person who used it.

“Mom, is dad out at the pit?” You wondered, still staring at the fire.

“No, he’s in bed.” She chuckled, “One beer and he’s out like a light.”

“Oh, okay.” You said, distracted and trying to figure out who would be using the pit. “I’m going to go down to the beach.” You told her and didn’t wait for an answer before opening the back door.

There really was only one other person who would use the pit now that everyone on the block had grown up and moved out.

“When things are hard and you’re tired, light a fire, and it’ll be like I’m next to you.” His words rang through your head as you made your way onto the sand.

As you neared the pit, Jihoon’s silhouette sitting on a log was unmistakable. Your mouth dropped open in surprise because he almost never came home and if he was on a visit, you would’ve heard about it and regretted that you weren’t able to leave the city also.

“Jihoon?” You called out his name, finally reaching the pit.

His head whipped back towards you and in an instant a smile broke across his face. “Hey, you.” He rose and pulled you into a hug. “It’s been quite a while.”

“It’s been ages.” You corrected him and lightly shoved him back.

He chuckled and sat back down, “I know.”

You sat next to him and stared into the fire. “You could’ve texted.”

“You could’ve texted first.” He bantered back, feeling like you were on edge, like there was something you were trying to hide from him.

“Touché.” You pointed a finger in a random direction. “What brings you home this time?”

“Seungcheol.” Jihoon answered almost with a pout.

“What did you do to Soonyoung this time?” You wondered with a smile on your lips.

“NOTHING!” He exclaimed, “I swear. Seungcheol just sent me home to rest. He sent everyone home really.”

“Rest.” You repeated with air quotes and unbelief dripping from your voice.

“Stop that.” He smacked your hands away, “My dad did the same thing but I swear I’m here for a rest. I’m not going to work one bit.”

You looked over at him with eyes that didn’t believe a word he said.

“Believe me.” He deeply pleaded.

Shrugging, you looked back at the fire and let the conversation point dissipate.

“What about you?” Jihoon asked once he knew he’d won the banter. “What brings you home?”

You sighed and spit out the reason you and your parents told everyone who asked, “The city was starting to stress me out and I just needed a break.”

“Anything in particular?” He pushed further.

You shook your head, not ready to admit what happened to him. “No. Just missed home.”

“And the reason for the fires every night?” He inquired, repeating information he’d heard from his mother.

You looked at him with a faked playful smile, “Can’t a girl make a campfire because she misses her best friend?”

“Is that why you came home? Cause you missed me?” Jihoon asked, not ready to give up the search for the real reason you came home.

“Partly.” You admitted because it was partly true.

“Will you tell me the other part?” He questioned with a soft voice.

Chewing on your lip, you watched the flames flicker and dance in a wind that only it could feel.

“I had a huge blowout with my roommate and she essentially kicked me out.” You began to tell him all the shit events of probably the worst year of your life. “My job is turning into something I didn’t even sign up for, let alone, know how to do. My boyfriend and I broke up because he cheated on me. A lot of my friends have stopped talking to me, whether it be because they’re all busy or they just legit forgot about me. It really all came tumbling down so I decided to work out of the office and come back home until I could figure out what I was going to do next.”

Jihoon stiffened when he heard you were cheated on. And it sparked a flame of anger inside of him for some reason.

“Was it the same guy you were dating when you came to Chilhong’s wedding?” He wondered, picturing the guy in his head. The one he never liked from the second you started dating him. Only because he though he would be better.

“The one and the same.” You nodded, “I never thought he’d be the time of guy to do it but then again, everyone seems to be proving me wrong lately.”

“For the record, I never liked him.” He muttered, intending for you to hear.

You let out a breathy laugh, “You never seem to like anyone I date.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that all this happened? I could’ve helped.” Jihoon turned towards you with a questioning look.

You shrugged, “We hadn’t talked in almost a year and I kept seeing news articles about schedules that Seventeen was having. So I didn’t want to burden you with my own problems. I’m sure you had your hands overflowing with your own.”

He scoffed, “I wasn’t that busy.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, silently calling him out on his blatant lie.

“I wasn’t busy enough to not have time for you.” He corrected himself. “I always have time for you. You’re my best friend. You always will be.”

“You could’ve called me first.” You jabbed, “So I would’ve known when you had some free time.”

Jihoon smiled softly and nodded, “I could’ve. But it’s a little hard to bring yourself to contact the person you like when you know she’s in a relationship with someone else.” He blabbered before he could stop himself.

It took both of you a couple seconds to process what was just said. Jihoon, rightfully, froze and waited for your reaction. You were startled at his sudden confession and a little frustrated that he would mention it when you were offloading about how shitty your year had been.

“You could’ve done without saying that.” You said lowly, looking out towards the water and away from him.

Jihoon, though shocked he let the words slip, didn’t really regret saying it. “When else would I have been able to tell you?”

“Next time.” You stated, “When I had some of my life figured out.”

“And when will next time be?” He questioned, “Five years from now? We never see each other, we never call or text. I get your life updates from my parents who get it from your parents and let’s be real, I know you don’t tell your parents every single detail of your life.” He was starting to get frustrated with you and he couldn’t stop it.

But you were beginning to feel the same and you couldn’t stop it either.

“Well, maybe if you would’ve just picked up the damn phone and called me to let me know that you actually had time for me, then maybe we would talk more.” You spat him, the burn of tears appearing behind your eyes.

“You were the one who stopped talking to me first.” He accused you, “I was always waiting for you to contact me first. So why didn’t you?”

“Because I thought you’d forgotten about me!” You exclaimed the truth with tears in your eyes.

Jihoon blinked at you. “You thought I’d…” He hadn’t realized how his messages and timing had seemed from your point of view until then.

“It’s what all my friends said.” You breathed out, “I didn’t believe them at first but then your texts started getting farther apart and shorter and the conversations we were having started becoming repetitive. And then I figured it must be true. You were forgetting about me. So I gave up first before you could give up.”

“But I would never.” He breathed out.

“Well, with everything that’s happened in the last couple years, you’ll have to forgive me for believing it.” You told him and wiping at your eyes. “Nothing good happened and I didn’t want to be hurt by you so I gave up first.”

“So in the timeline of things, when did you give up?” He asked, not sure if he really wanted to know the answer to his question.

You took a deep calming breath, “After I broke up with him.” You revealed. “I thought I was going to be okay but moving back here and seeing your house everyday made me miss you and regret cutting off communication with you. So I came down here, made a fire, and wished that you would come to the fire like you promised. I missed my best friend. Though I didn’t think you’d confess.”

“Neither did I.” Jihoon admitted. “But I did. And I guess the ball’s in your court. Though your wish did come true.” He stood and shoved his hands in his pockets, “I came back.”

You watched him as he walked back to his house. Hugging your knees, you looked back at the fire and let the dying light dry out your eyes. He was right, he did come back. Just when you needed him.

But now you were confused, did you need him as your best friend or as something more. Sure, you’d always had a little crush on him but you squashed the idea down to grain of sand a long, long time ago. There was no way you were going to date him you had decided. He was Jihoon and you were (y/n). Two people destined to be best friends forever.

Yet, knowing he had a crush on you began to make you wonder if you two could become something more.

Sighing, you dispersed the logs and let the crashing waves distract you while you waited for the fire to die out. It wasn’t the night you wanted and in the dark of the night, you let a few tears slip out.

The next morning, you woke up, made your morning drink, and strolled back onto the beach. The sun was shining and the skies were clear and the air was fresh.

When you reached the pit, your spoken and unspoken words hung in the air like smoke. Thick and heavy. You were about to grab your phone to text Jihoon when you noticed an envelope tucked into the sand. Not remembering it from the night before, you picked it up to see your name scrawled in Jihoon’s handwriting across the front.

Settling yourself on the log and your drink in the sand, you pulled out the folded papers.

“I had to leave early this morning for an emergency meeting at the company but I thought I’d be a little romantic and leave you a letter instead of a text.” Jihoon had written. “I guess the word ‘rest’ really isn’t in my vocabulary but this is for you. You don’t have to do or say anything in regards to what I confessed last night but know that I’m always here for you. I will try my best to show you that I have never and will never forget about you. You’re my best friend and nothing will ever change that. I promise.”

On the second piece of paper were lyrics written and the title was simply 'Campfire.’ As you read through the lyrics, a tear fell down your cheek. You wiped it away and chuckled at your own emotions.

“Asshole.” You muttered at him but it was all in humor.

You pulled out your phone and called him, hoping he wasn’t yet in the meeting.

The car was filled with calm conversations as Wonwoo, Seungcheol, and him were being driven into the city. Jihoon was startled out of his thoughts by his phone ringing with a call. Your name appeared on his screen and he quickly hushed the other two who gave him confused looks.

“(y/n)?” He answered the call and Wonwoo and Seungcheol gave each other knowing looks before looking away to give Jihoon some privacy.

“You, sir,” You chuckled, “Are one emotional asshole. You know that?” You spoke the words with a light tone that made a giggle rise in his chest.

“I’m guessing you went down to the pit this morning.” He concluded.

“I did.” You confirmed. “And I think a text would’ve sufficed just fine.”

“Psh, where’s the fun in that?” He bantered.

You laughed and then fell silent for a second, looking out at the horizon. “Uhm, what are you doing on Saturday?” You asked, heart beating a million miles an hour.

“Saturday? I might have rehearsals for most of the day.” He told you, thinking about their schedule.

“Do you think I could steal you away for an hour or two?” You wondered, “So I can buy you dinner or something?”

Jihoon’s smile grew when he figured out what exactly you were asking him, “No, you can’t. Because I’m going to buy you dinner.” He told you before your heart could crack.

His words ballooned in your chest and you couldn’t hold back the smile on your face.

“If you buy dinner, I get to buy dessert then.” You stated, determined to buy him something.

Jihoon nodded, “Sure, you do that.” He said though he’d already resolved that you wouldn’t be spending a penny on anything.

“Great. Text me when you know your schedule for certain.” You said, a little giddiness seeping into your voice.

“I will.” Jihoon agreed, “I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Yupp.” You said, “Bye.” Then you hung up the phone with your heart excited and fluttering.

Jihoon lowered his phone and could not wipe the smile off his face.

“Someone’s happy.” Wonwoo commented, side-eyeing him.

“Good news?” Seungcheol wondered, looking back.

“Good news.” Jihoon nodded, “Thanks for making me go home.”

Seungcheol shook his head, “Not my idea. Thank Hoshi for the idea.”

Genre: Fluff | song fic (?)

Member: Any

Synopsis: Imagine your bias.

Word count: 500+

Softly, with mood, warmly tightly hug her 

Use it once a day, every day 

➳Your eyes flutter open upon hearing the alarm. You turn it off and attempted to get off the bed. Your attempt was futile when you felt your boyfriend tighten his arms around your waist, mumbling incoherent words. Rolling your eyes, you give up and snuggled closer to him, listening to his heartbeat. Moments like this in mornings are what make you love him even more. 

When your soft eyes meet hers, smile 

So she can smile, hey what’s up beauty, talk to her 

➳You and your boyfriend sat on opposite sides of the couch, wrapped in comfortable silence. As you lift your gaze from your book to your boyfriend he also did the same. He smiled and winked at you saying, ‘Hey, what’s up beauty.’ You laugh at his flirting, shaking your head before going back to reading. The warm smile he saves only for you together with his compliments still make your heart flutter even after years of being together. 

Get up first in the morning, turning on jazz 

Gentle kiss, I’ll look at you 

➳Waking up to an empty space beside you frustrates you but the smell of breakfast made by your boyfriend together with jazz music playing immediately changes your mood. Washing up, you head to the kitchen to be greeted by him wearing your pink apron. You giggled and wrap your arms around his waist. He turns to give you your usual morning kiss. His loving gaze when he takes in your figure in his shirt is what makes your day even better. 

When you’re too tired, take two bottles of alcohol and honestly knock on her door 

➳Drinking is not usually your thing but once in a while is not that bad so whenever your boyfriend brings some soju over you accept. You giggle at his flushed state, slurred words coming out of his mouth. You could only make out the words ‘I love you so much’ and ‘forever’. 

The next morning you’d be in the kitchen making hangover soup when you hear him groaning from your bedroom. You’d rush to his side with a tray of things he needed. After feeding him and giving him medicine to drink he’d follow you with his gaze as you leave the room, wondering how he got lucky for having you.

Sometimes leave together without a plan 

Let her breathe under a different sky, a different wind 

➳You found yourself rushing to pack some snacks and anything you might need as your boyfriend waits in the car. He had suddenly appeared on your doorstep telling you to pack up and get ready for a long road trip. Unplanned trips are your favourites since you get to spend time with him in the car. Your fingers intertwined, the soft music playing and each other’s presence. Everything was perfect. 

Sometimes, kiss her without a plan just like the day you fell for her without a reason 

➳His little pecks on your lips when you: don’t pay attention to him, cook dinner, take care of him and when you are about to sleep. They are the cutest! 

When it’s time to sleep, with a low voice, quietly make her tear as you say 

 Thank you so much 

 Once a day, every day 

 This beautiful girl, don’t lose her