Mwah

mwah

✧ woozi x reader

✧ summary: three times you said "mwah" at the end of a kiss and one time jihoon said it back

✧ wc. is approx 2.9k

✧ genre: romance, fluff, mentioned friends-to-lovers

✧ notes: sex is mentioned, but not actually in the fic. soonyoung is a serial gossiper. this is just light-hearted and something i thought would be cute. reader has a milkshake, so sorry to all my fellow lactose intolerant baddies

o n e  w e e k 

It was the end of your first date, meaning it was the first time the two of you had hung out after confessing your feelings for one another. In reality it wasn’t much different than what the two of you had been doing before. 

You came, dropped your backpack off at his bedroom door and shredded your coat. Dragged the computer chair Jihoon had purchased for you (he said he had found it on the side of the road, but he wasn’t so cold as to make his new partner sit on a chair someone had thrown out), pulled your laptop out of your backpack and got to work on your essay. 

When supper time came around, he had ordered the food. You had cracked a joke about it being a first date, and so the two of you came to the agreement that it was. 

You had been painfully cute all evening. Leaning against his shoulder, nudging his elbow and then flashing him a little grin when his eyes met yours. Sweetly calling out his name and then blowing a little kiss to him. Jihoon didn’t know how his heart could flutter so much, but he was sure it was some sort of medical problem. 

Part of Jihoon wanted to ask you to say. Part of him wanted to grab you and wrap you in his arms, pull you into his bed and pull up the blankets and sleep. Another part of him wanted to press you against the wall and kiss you. 

He acted on neither impulses. 

Instead Jihoon gave you a little smile, standing and escorting you downstairs and to the front door. Seungkwan and Seungcheol stood in the living room, and they called out greetings as you passed. 

“Ignore them,” Jihoon murmured, his hand going to the center of your back. He guided you to the door, nudged your shoes towards you. He thought, for a fleeting moment, about getting down on a knee and tying your shoes for you, but then he remembered his friends in the living room behind him and shoved his hands into his pockets. 

“I had fun,” you said, shooting him a little grin as you tied your shoes. 

He scoffed, though Jihoon couldn’t fight the tiny smile that had begun to stretch his lips. He couldn’t help it. Whenever you smiled, he wanted to smile; whenever you cried, his heart cried with you. It was horrible, and he surely had some sort of medical problem. 

“I’m sure you did have fun,” he said wryly, “sitting next to me doing homework all evening.”

You giggled, standing. You hooked your hands through your backpack straps. “Well. It was doing it with you that made it fun, Jihoon.”

Seungkwan cooed in the background. Jihoon fought the urge to turn around and punch him. 

You sighed, backing up and towards the door. “I gotta go. See you tomorrow?”

Jihoon followed, reaching around you for the door knob. “Yep. I’ve got to meet with Jun about lessons, and then I’ll be free.”

“Great,” you said, and Jihoon felt foolish, but he felt like you meant it. As if you actually were eager to see him tomorrow, despite having seen him today, despite seeing him currently. As if he was someone worth getting excited over.

He turned the doorknob, pushed the door open. You stepped over the threshold, still facing him. “You okay?”

You nodded, glancing away. Then your shoulders straightened, as if you were steeling yourself, and you darted forward. Your lips pressed against his cheek, as quick as a thief. “Mwah.”

Then you were peeling away and out the door, calling out to Seungkwan and Seungcheol and waving good-bye.

t w o  m o n t h s 

“So,” Soonyoung began, leaning against the counter and giving Jihoon a wide grin. He looked ridiculous, and Jihoon had told him as much. With his wide-brimmed hat on backwards, his bowling shoes, he looked like a clown who came straight from a NASCAR race. 

“How is everything going? Your two month anniversary was yesterday, right?”

Jihoon furrowed his brow. “How do you --”

“Y/n has a little counter on their phone,” Soonyoung explained, as if that resolved any questions Jihoon had. “So? How is it? Trouble in paradise?”

Jihoon shrugged. The worker from behind the counter walked up, carrying a bottled soda for Jihoon and a strawberry shake for you. Jihoon accepted them both, ignoring how the cold of each drink bit at his hands. “We’ve been friends for years,” Jihoon said as they began their walk back to the rest of their group. “It’s not really any different.”

Soonyoung hummed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I mean. That’s good, I guess. But what about the parts that are different?”

Jihoon squinted, slowing his pace so he was slightly behind Soonyoung and forcing the other man to stop. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

The blonde man sighed, rolling his eyes. He retraced his steps, walking back to Jihoon’s side. Soonyoung placed both of his hands on Jihoon’s shoulders, leaning down and talking as if Jihoon were a child and not a grown-ass man capable of kicking Soonyoung’s ass. “Well. When two adults like each other romantically, sometimes that can lead to special activities in the bedroom.”

For half a second, Jihoon was confused. Special activities?

Then Soonyoung’s words were fully processed. Jihoon’s jaw dropped, and he reached out with one of his legs and kicked at Soonyoung, not willing to drop the drinks in order to fully throttle his friend. 

Soonyoung just laughed, jumping out of the way. Him laughing was probably the worst of it, like waving a flag in front of a bull. 

Jihoon couldn’t help the frown and pout that appeared on his face as he returned to the group. He knew Soonyoung was just teasing, but Jihoon couldn’t help but feel affronted. Like: sex wasn’t a big deal, of course it wasn’t, but it wasn’t like Jihoon was just going to turn around and broadcast your relationship for everyone to hear about. 

Because everyone would hear about it. Soonyoung could keep a secret as long as he could tell one other person, and when that meant telling Jihoon or you, everything was fine. But he knew, more often than not, Soonyoung would go running to Seokmin or Jeonghan with whatever Jihoon would say, relying on the other two men to give reactions Soonyoung deemed fit to warrant him spilling. 

Besides: it wasn’t anyone’s business!

You were bowling when Jihoon returned, your back towards him. He stomped to your seats, placing your shake on the table in front of the couch. Chan turned towards Jihoon, face bright and eyes crinkled, but took one look at him and turned back towards the front and away from Jihoon. 

Jihoon grabbed the soda, unfastening the lid and taking a drink. He ignored how the carbon stung at his throat. 

“Jihoonie!” He glanced up. You were eagerly moving towards him, a large grin on your face. That look of happiness at seeing him never seemed to fade, no matter how many days and weeks into your relationship the two of you got. 

He felt himself flush red, embarrassed. You plopped down next to him, pressing your sides together and squeezing his arm. “I hope you didn’t see my gutter ball.”

“I didn’t,” he said, honest. “I’m sure it wasn’t so bad as to change my opinion on you.”

You laughed, bright and sweet. “I dunno, Jihoon. It was kinda bad.”

Then you were glancing at the table. Your eyes widened when you saw the shake, obviously delighted. “Whose shake is that?”

Jihoon hummed, raising the bottle to his lips again. “For my partner. Dunno if you’ve seen them around.”

You threw him an affronted look, but your fake ire did nothing to hide the grin that was beginning to spread across your face. “Well. I’ll just hold onto this for them, if that’s okay with you. But you have to hold onto something for my partner in exchange. All right?”

Jihoon shrugged, screwing the cap back onto the bottle. Then you were pressing closer, one hand settling on his shoulder, the other going to hold his chin and hold his face still. You pressed your lips against his cheek, lingering. 

You said it softly, not loud enough for Chan, who was on the other side of you, to hear, and definitely not loud enough for anyone else in the group to hear. But Jihoon still heard it. “Mwah.”

e i g h t   m o n t h s 

“You sure you just can’t stay the night?” 

The crackling of thunder was nearly loud enough to drown out Jihoon’s question, and the rain that pounded against the windows was an accent to illustrate his point. 

The storm had been predicted to appear later in the night, closer to midnight. But then autumn winds picked up, pushing the storm to the city quicker than anticipated. So when the two of you had taken a break from playing video games (Jihoon was remarkably bad and more prone to losing than winning, but so was Chan and Soonyoung, which made playing with both boys an absolute must when playing with Jihoon), the game paused and silence reigning over Jihoon’s room, the harsh winds batting against the side of the house had been a surprise. 

You had scrambled, shoving your shoes on and grabbing your backpack. You had an important seminar you had to attend early in the morning, and while you had clothes stored in Jihoon’s room, sweats and a ratty tee wouldn’t cut it. 

“I can’t,” you said, lingering by the door. You were frowning, upset; not at the storm, but at the prospect of your time with Jihoon getting cut short. 

Ridiculous. 

You were ridiculous. 

Jihoon sighed, reaching for you. You went into his arms easily, your lips finding his the most natural thing in the world. He pressed quick kisses to your mouth, hands squeezing at your upper arms. 

“Take it slow going home.” Jihoon commanded. “Lights all the way on. Don’t be afraid to pull over or turn around if you can’t make it. If you need, call me and --”

“-- and you’ll send Seungcheol my way,” you finished, grinning. 

Jihoon glared at you. He didn’t like this. Not for the same reasons as you -- well, not to say that he wasn’t mad at getting your time together cut short, because he was a little irritated about it. But he hated the thought of you leaving to drive through a storm, all for a seminar you work was forcing you to attend. 

One day you wouldn’t have to work, Jihoon vowed, the sound of high winds thrashing tree branches and rain throwing itself against windows as his witness. He would be a high-end producer, and you wouldn’t have to work. Unless you wanted too, of course. Wouldn’t have to work, wouldn’t have to travel to attend stupid seminars, wouldn’t have to deal with annoying coworkers who most definitely shouldn’t be working. 

But that day was not today. 

So he pressed another kiss to your lips, murmuring quietly, “please be careful.”

You nodded, pulling away. You reached out, running your hand through his hair and looking at him. For a moment neither of you said anything, just content to take in the other. 

Then you pitched forward, pressing the final kiss of the night to his lips. “Mwah.”

e l e v e n  m o n t h s 

You were sprawled out on Jihoon’s carpet, belly up, hands laced over your stomach. The first thing you had done after getting off of work was text him that you had, quite frankly, had enough of people talking and were about to punch the next person who so much as looked at you. 

The first thing Jihoon had done when you stepped through his bedroom door was get up, cross the room, and wrap his arms around you. You had pressed your face into his neck, hands clinging to the back of his shirt. 

He doesn’t know for sure how long the two of you had stood like that. But when he pulled away, he cradled your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to the space between your brows. “You still want some quiet?”

When you nodded, he pressed another kiss to your nose. He returned to his desk, slid his headphones over his ears, and went back to work. 

Which led to you, on his carpet, an hour later. 

“Jihoon,” you called. He paused the track he was working on and turned, pulling his headphones off. You weren’t looking at him, eyes trained on the popcorn ceiling that both of you absolutely detested. 

“Yeah?”

For a moment you were quiet. You sighed, turning your head to look at him. “Sorry for being like this.”

Jihoon shook his head, as if it wasn’t a big deal. And as far as he was concerned, it wasn’t. It wasn’t a big deal. Everyone had bad days, and you were witness to all of his. And he had a lot of them. The least he could do was be there for your bad days. 

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “Well. Wait. It does. But not like. You’re okay to have bad days and you’re okay to bring your troubles to me, but it doesn’t matter that you do that because -- well.” “Because you love me,” you cooed, a small smile finally appearing on your face. 

There you are. 

Jihoon couldn’t help his own little smile. “Yeah,” he said, “because I love you.”

You turned on your side, facing him fully. “You know, our one year is 29 days away.”

“It is.” 

“So,” you began, chewing on your bottom lip in a rather poor attempt to hide your smile. “Any plans?”

Jihoon shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” You echoed. “That sounds awfully close to a no.”

“That’s not what I said,” he argued. 

It was fruitless, however. You sat up, crossing your legs. “It’s okay to not have any plans, Jihoon. You don’t have to surprise me. I could surprise you.”

Jihoon frowned. “I told you I had it under control.” “I know! It’s just that --”

“What,” he stood from his chair, stretching. He ignored how your eyes lingered on his stomach when his shirt rode up. Jihoon had thought Mingyu was horny, but fuck, he was nothing compared to you. “Don’t think I can be romantic?”

You hesitated. “Well. You can --”

His jaw dropped, popping from his habit of clenching it. “You don’t think I can be romantic?”

“I didn’t say that!”

“You thought it!” He accused, moving towards you. You weren’t taking him seriously. You were grinning, eyes sparkling and obviously amused. Even before the two of you had begun dating he was the subject of your impish nature, and that hadn’t let up in the slightest since the two of you had begun dating. 

“Okay, so maybe I thought it.” You held up your hands. “But like. Can you blame me?”

Jihoon lowered himself onto the floor, joining you. Your knees were pressing against his. You were practically glowing, so delighted at him joining you not only on the floor but in verbally sparring. “I can. I’m the most romantic person I know.”

You giggled, and Jihoon would never ever let Soonyoung know how his heart always seemed to skip a few beats at your laugh. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said. 

Then Jihoon lurched forward, hands cradling your face, lips smashing against yours. Your teeth clanked against his, and you were laughing into his mouth, and he couldn’t properly kiss you because of how wide your smile was. 

Your hands went to his face, framing his cheeks, and the two of you fell into a rhythm. Kissing you was as easy as walking, Jihoon found, but it never failed to make his heart stutter. Your mouths moved together, sliding comfortably and leisurely, and Jihoon thought that every single romantic novel that ever said rushed kisses of passion were the fruit of all love were wrong. 

He pulled away, just enough to talk. His mouth moved against yours with every word, and he didn’t miss the way your eyes constantly fluttered. “I can be romantic.”

Then he pressed one more kiss to your lips, quick and feather-light. “Mwah.”

A moment of silence. 

Then your eyes were flying open, surprise and euphoria taking over your features. Your cry of his name was loud, and his head hurt from where it smacked against the ground after you tackled him, his pride felt a little bruised at resorting to such a tactic, but the utter glee on your face was worth it. 

request - reaction to the s/o getting a dare and kissing them .

(you can imagine whether they are in a relationship or complete strangers situation or whatever) thanks!!

SVT and dared kiss

95s, 96s, 97s, 98s, 99s ··- ฅ^._.^ฅ

a/n: this one was a blast to write. it did took quite a while cause for some reason, half way through my will and want to live just disappeared, but I'm glad I got it done lmaoo, enjoy reader !! (vernon's one is messy but I had funnn) all interactions (likes, reblogs, comment)are appreciated !!

genre: fluff

warning: none (do tell me if i missed any!)

Minghao: girlfriend 

Minghao was rather shocked when he was asked the dare. He truly isn’t one for PDA, but they were drinking, and almost everyone in your mutual friend group is either drop-down drunk or half asleep. Jun’s apartment sheltered you all with close friends and a secure place, so you went to look at him if it was okay, despite the cheering of your friends. It seemed like alcohol can’t stop you from being genuine and caring to your boyfriend. With a nod and a roll of the eye to your group of friends, minghao melted into your lips.

Mingyu: brother's best friend

You haven't seen him in a while, but a slight sight of him at the mall you and your brothers were in made all the butterflies come back. Hurdling your stomach, making you dizzy with how much he’s grown since the last time all of you hung out when you were little. The little reunion led to a get-together dinner in said mall. And your brothers, being the little idiots they are, somehow knowing about your little (enormous) crush, decided to play a little game. “Dare you to kiss gyu.” and you were red. Mingyu was red. (Shit this is red too) and then they laughed, saying how you don't have to and they were only kidding. Only to be beaten by mingyu, who swiftly stole your first kiss. The looks on your brother's face were hilarious.

Seokmin: childhood best friend

Seokmin has been there since day 1. Who am i kidding, he is your day 1. And it was a casual hangout at your place, him laying down on your bed and accompanying you to finish a project for an upcoming presentation. “Wanna play something?'' Seokmin chimed in and therefore began an innocent round of truth or dare. Easy truths like ‘have you ever farted in public’ or dares like ‘i dare you to hold your breath until you finish that one paragraph’, and easy laughs were shared. Until, seokmin sat on the end of your table, “I dare you to kiss me” And it felt like time had stopped abruptly. “W-what?” you stuttered, and then seokmin moved beside you, lowering himself to your level. “Y/n, i dare you to kiss me.” He was all sly and smiley until you said nothing for a solid 20 seconds. “I-i of course, if y-you don’t  want to... I was just joking-” * smooch*  and now you’re the one who's all sly and smiley. 

Seungkwan: a mutual friend

It’s been a while since you met seungkwan and your friend group. It was a class reunion you were in, where you were making small talk with the people you once called the love of your life back in highschool until all of you were drunk or tired enough to play a childish round of truth or dare. It really went over your head when a friend dared you to kiss Seungkwan who was conveniently sitting in front of you. Your hazed mind lazily went to him getting ready for a little kiss when seungkwan held your shoulder, being somewhat the only semi-sober one. “Y-you sure y/n?” “Mhmm”, you sing-songed, ensuring that you don’t mind kissing him.  A peck, and some chuckles from your friends later, his hands were around your shoulder, his jacket around you for the rest of the night. Didn’t know a touch of the lips could bring such care. 

Vernon: stranger

Oh boy, when your friend dared you to kiss a guy not far from where you were sitting, which you were obviously eyeing, you thought this was it. The day you’ll throw your friends into a little bottle and toss them out into the ocean. The sunlit beach only improved your thoughts. It looks pretty nice to float around in the ocean right about now. “Oh come on, it’s no biggie. Besides isn’t he just good-looking?” one says. “Y/n I swear to god, if you come out of this with a boyfriend, reserve us a VIP table at your wedding.” And you want nothing but to turn into a speck of sand because if you know your friends you know they're adamant and won't let you live this down. So with a sigh, you went over to the guy that sat closer to the shoreline, not that far from your place. He was topless (oh god), with a notebook on his lap, a pen on hand, and headphones on. You had to tap his shoulder to get his attention. “Hey, uhm s-sorry... I wanna come and say you look r-really attractive and all, and my friends thought it... It would be genius of me if I could randomly kiss y-you.” “i-i’m sorry? Oh uh... Thanks. But the kissing p-part?” “U-uh, sorry that was really stupid, but I swear to god my friends won’t let me live it down…o-of course! you don’t have to if you think it’s weird, you probably think I’m weird..heh uhm..” “Vernon” “right.. Vernon.” He looked at you fidgeting with your fingers, hair dramatically blown by the salty air, and a pair of echoing giggles behind him he deemed to be your friends. “I don’t mind” “What. Really?” He chuckled, “Yeah..” (fast forward 2 years later, you two are serving your friends a buffet at your wedding as a substitute for the credits you owe them  for getting you a husband)

Chan: classmate 

“Oh come on y/n, it’s only a dare! Besides, everyone knows Chan is head over heels for you!” A friend of yours whispered-shouted. “Come on! I dare you to kiss him!” You couldn’t help the blush on your face and the heat that rose first to your throat, then next to your ears. “Keep it down will you!” you hushed them. They kept on giggling and you knew they were going to press no matter how much you refuse, but lady luck was on your side cause as you were trying to pry them off of you the bell rang, and everyone sighed. Chuckling to themselves and went back to their own desks. You’d be lying if you said the dare didn’t consume most of your thoughts that noon. And having chan placed so coincidentally in the empty hallway, tempted you even more. “Hey y/n” he waved at you. You waved back, making your way to him. With every step, double the heartbeat. “I kinda’ got this dare… i-it's pretty weird b-but-”, “But?” Chan sighed and chuckled, he leaned into your right ear and whispered, “Bare with me for a sec, they won’t stop bugging me.” He then kissed you. The most chaste kiss, not risking anything hardcore because of the environment that the two of you were in. And seconds later, accompanying your blushed face and chan chuckling while resting his head on your shoulder, erupts the cheer and laughter of your friends from behind the lockers.

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woozi imagines (2)

pairing: lee jihoon (woozi) x gn!reader category: fluff

You start staring at him when he does his work.

You've been absentmindedly scrolling through your phone while you lie on the floor of Jihoon's studio, the galaxy colored lights reflecting in your eyes.

"Baby, I'm going to start recording, okay?"

Your eyes light up, immediately turning your phone silent then propping your elbows to support your head as you looked at him coqettishly.

He looked back at you, bewildered then asked, "What's that about?"

"Nothing. Go on, sing!" You encouraged with a semi-serious look.

"Stop looking at me, you weirdo!" He exclaimed throwing you the small stuffed octopus you gave him as an anniversary gift.

"What!? I can't listen to my boyfriend sing now?!"

He bites.

"Ah! Lee Jihoon! What the hell?!" You exclaimed rubbing your tender shoulder.

He'll replace your hand, rubbing your shoulder with his thumb as an apology. Settling down after a few minutes later...

"AH! Jihoon stop!" you yelled annoyed with him, then pinning him down biting his ear back.

He turns beet red and exclaims, "Y-you! I bit you on the shoulder! You did you bite my ear!"

You ignored his wails and bit him on the shoulder some more.

He'll make noot noot noises while he plays with your arms or tummy

You would be on the couch, doing some work while your boyfriend was for once not busy with his. He was by your side, leaning his head on you while holding your waist. He was mindlessly singing melodies with a simple 'doot-doot' or a 'lalala' all the while squishing your waist to the beat of his ditties.

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mingyu - puppy love

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"s/n, did you eat all of your lunch today?" you asked as you drove onto the street you lived on.

"yea! dad put in some cookies. they were sooooo yummy!" your son replied.

"he packed in the rest of the ones i made, didn't he?" you asked, peeking in to look at him through the rear view mirror. you walked his expression change.

"...yea."

you sighed, looking back at the road, "your dad and i need to have another talk."

"but mom, they were so delicious. you can just make more!" your son said to you.

"i'll make more next week if you do a good job at your recital," you said to him, even though you would make the cookies regardless of how he did at his piano recital.

"yay!"

you reached your house and parked the car on the driveway, not bothering to open the garage since you knew that mingyu's car was in the garage. you and your son got out of the car, and you locked the car after grabbing a large tote bag from the trunk. you son waited at the front door as you met up with him. you unlocked the front door and opened it.

"hon? we're home!" you announced as you walked into your home. you son bolted through the door, throwing his backpack on the floor and sat down to take his shoes off. "sweetie, don't throw your backpack. put it on the staircase or put it on the dinner table," you said to him as you put your keys in a small bowl on a table that was next to the shoe rack.

you closed the door behind you and locked it. you took your shoes off and tided up the front area of the house.

"puppies!"

after hearing your son yell, you sighed. "mingyu, i thought we agreed to limit the plushies..." you said and went to go find your son and your husband. you go into the living room and immediately started to freak out. "mingyu!"

"hi."

your husband was sitting in the floor with a puppy in his lap. a second puppy was running away with a toy in their mouth while your son chased after them.

"why are they puppies in our living room?" you asked him.

"so i was walking home, right? and i passed by an adoption place. it's actually next to the furniture store. anyways, i decided to go inside so i could pet some of them. and then these buddies were staring at me," mingyu explained. "they're brothers, and i couldn't just separate them."

"you adopted two puppies without talking to me about it?" you asked him.

"babe, come on. they're so adorable," he said to you. "right buddy?" he asked your son.

"they're ours, right?" your son asked, looking at you and mingyu.

"i don't know about this..."

"but mommy! they're too cute!" your son exclaimed and hugged the puppy he had been playing with. "can we please keep them? pretty please?" he begged.

you sighed, "they are cute," you said as you approached them. you sat down next to mingyu and started petting the puppy in his lap. "s/n, you have to make sure that you take really good care of them. this is a big responsibility," you said to your son, who listened carefully.

"i will! i promise!" your son said and hugged the puppy again, "i love you puppy~"

you looked at your husband, "you know i'm mad at you, right?" you asked.

mingyu smiled and kissed your cheek. "no, you're not."

"yes, i am."

"i'll make it up to you, promise," he said, "but first, we gotta look for toys. i already bought a whole bunch earlier."

"i'm even more mad at you now."

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