#woozi x reader
♡ fluff | ✩ angst | ♪ personal favorite
Song Fic Series
S.Coups (c.sc)
♡ My Dawn | sfs
✩Flower | sfs (currently down for editing)
Jeonghan (y.jh)
♡ Red | blurb
Joshua (h.js)
♡ Falling | blurb
Hoshi (k.sy)
♡ ✩ Proud | oneshot
Wonwoo (j.ww)
♡ Letters to You | sfs
Woozi (l.jh)
♡ ✩ ♪To Feel Love | sfs
DK (l.sm)
♡ Daisy | sfs
Seungkwan (b.sk)
Vernon (h.vc)
♡ Korean Traditional Mungbean Pancake | oneshot
H M M M SHOULD I MAKE SONG FICS FROM SVT’S SONGS (bc i unintentionally created my To Feel Love fic to become associated with the Vocal Unit’s song Hug and now i’m thinking hmmmmmmmm
and maybe i can take some requests for those fics with the svt members (or maybe create one for each) i’m going ballsy today
and maybe i can also just take in requests bc i wanna interact and improve my work
To Feel Love (l.jh)
genre: angsty + fluffy ending
pairing: yn x lee jihoon
series:Song Fic Series! - Hug
word count: 1.2k
summary: he’s stressed please hold him
author’s note: i write author notes on separate posts LOL check them out if you’re curious (or REALLY bored) uwu
The sound of a soft knock outside Jihoon’s studio was ignored by the young man sitting at the desk inside. An unfinished melody had been sitting untouched for nearly an hour now, Jihoon’s mind racing searching and processing what could make the song unique and better from the last. The palms of his hands were pressed against his eyes and the tips of his fingers were massaging his throbbing head in an attempt to spark a new idea.
He was stressed and tired, anyone could see it. He’s just too stubborn to admit it.
The studio door creaked open, Jihoon quickly wiped his tears of frustration and fixed his hair under his cap with a quick sniffle. His eyes were fixated onto the computer screen again, he could feel his headache returning by the sight of the incomplete phrase in the music.
You quietly entered the room, the familiar purple hue illuminating the studio was a drastic difference from the bright lights in the hallway to the studio.
Hoshi had called you a few hours prior to your arrival to the studio building, asking you to get Jihoon out of the studio after camping there for the past few days. Jihoon refused to listen to the members’ concerns and continued to slink into the studio to try to get some work done. The members would bring food up to him knowing fully well that he’ll be too immersed in his music to bother taking care of himself.
It was the fourth day he had locked himself inside the studio when Hoshi called.
“Ji?”
You placed your bag on the table next to the couch before making your way over to Jihoon. He refused to face you and continued to click on some of the pages on the screen. It wasn’t until you carefully removed his headphones from his ears that he paused from his actions. Placing the pair on the table, you grabbed his hands and pulled him up from his seat.
Jihoon had felt so weak in your presence. He couldn’t find the heart to look at you, fully knowing that he had gone too far in his work if you had to come drag him out from the studio. There was a small pit of shame and guilt that he had made both you and the members worry about him. He cursed himself for not finishing up faster; for not being able to create this song quickly so there would be no need for you to drag him outside. So he could confidently come back to you on his own knowing that there was a perfect song to be used in the upcoming album.
So Jihoon stood there, unable to look at you, who was so desperately trying to search for the eyes you loved so much.
You knew he was stressed, and you knew how much creating music meant to him. But he was in a slump and you knew that it was in his nature that he would force himself to stay in the studio until something unique dawned on him. It’s during those times where you would worry about him the most despite his usual stubborn demeanor that would insist that he was okay. He’s independent and he doesn’t want to burden anyone with the problems and stress that he has to deal with as a producer.
You placed your hand on his cheek and rubbed the soft skin, watching him lean into your touch. There was a wave of sadness that rushed into you when he did this. He doesn’t deserve this stress; he needs to rest.
You quickly engulfed him into a tight hug, your arms tightly wound around him hoping that you could take away all the pain and stress he’s holding inside. Jihoon’s head limply rested on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your torso, bringing you closer to him. Your feelings of longing for him and the warmth of your care seeped into the hug as you clung onto him. Jihoon could feel your emotions and felt your grip tighten on him whenever it seemed like his grip was loosening on you.
You didn’t want to let go. You didn’t want him to submit to the stress and push you away again.
Jihoon finally relaxed in your hug and the two of you slowly sunk onto the floor, still holding each other as he shifted you to sit in-between his legs. Jihoon leaned against the couch as the two of you sit each other’s arms, together and in a more relaxed state.
You look up at him and he finally met your eyes. You could see that they were puffy from crying earlier and his eyebags were more prominent compared to the last time you had seen him. Your eyebrows creased and tears threatened to spill from your eyes.
He didn’t deserve this stress. You wanted him to rest.
You closed your eyes and pulled his head towards yours, foreheads pressing against each other in a final attempt to take away his stress.
Jihoon’s heart clenched at this action. He felt all the stress and pressure release as tears began falling down his face. You rest your hands on his cheeks to wipe away the tears, his forehead now pressing on yours, tired from the deadlines, the frustration, and the stress that he had been hiding away for the past few days.
A few tears slipped from your eyes as well. Your boy didn’t deserve all this pressure and stress. You felt horrible that he was feeling this way, and you understood how difficult and burdening it is to hide these feelings from the people that care about you the most. It pained you to see Jihoon like this; he was someone who rarely showed weakness to others. But despite having such a hard exterior, you were able to see that he’s a soft person at heart. He cares. He has feelings too.
The two of you held each other while each of you cried and once the tears ceased, your foreheads pressed onto each other’s again. Jihoon felt your nose playfully bump his which sprouted a small giggle from you and a grin from him. The two of you basked in each other’s presence, deep intakes of air and giggles escaped the both of you as small eskimo kisses were exchanged.
Jihoon felt so loved by you. Your presence eases him, and it was really proven today after this event. He felt so safe with you with him and your hugs were so warm and caring. He knows that you understand that he was having a hard time, despite there being little to no words shared. Jihoon tightened his grip on your torso as you lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat.
He was overjoyed by you. He was… happy. He couldn’t believe that someone had the ability to make him feel this kind of way.
He felt loved.
And he wanted to do everything in his power to make sure you felt loved too.
And once he returned back to the studio with a clear head, he was able to compose a song for both you and carats in need of comfort.
To me, you are very precious
You can tell me today was tough
I am here, you suffered a lot
I love you
I will hug you
