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CRUSH ON YOU : ljh
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pairing : jihoon × fem! reader
words : 1500
summary : jihoon, your long time best friend found your letters you wrote when you had a crush on him.
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Finding Jihoon at your door late at night was unsettling. Because he never really liked going out, especially when it rained like it was doing at the moment.
"Hey, something is wrong?" you asked, removing your glasses. You had been working, and his sudden appearance startled you. Jihoon just shook his head and walked in, his shirt drenched and hair wet.
"Did you run in the rain, all the way here?!"
Jihoon nodded silently. His uncharacteristic quietness scared you. Offering him a towel, you watched as he stood still in the hallway, avoiding eye contact.
It was silent for a while, but you needed to get back to work. Crossing your arms, you grew frustrated with his statue-like stance.
"Jihoon, is something wrong or—"You stopped mid-sentence as he finally looked at you, his eyes red and brows furrowed. He was mad. But why?
"Do you like me?"
Your heart stopped for a second when he asked that. Why? Because you did like him. Your crush on him had motivated you to become his friend. When he got into relationships, you stayed quiet, content with his happiness.
"What are you talking about?" you asked, confused. How did he know? And why now? You had convinced yourself that you didn't like him that way anymore. But your heart's reaction whenever he was around told a different story.
Jihoon walked towards you, and you took steps back until you were against the kitchen counter. He stood back a few steps and showed you a letter.
You took it and gasped at the now rain-soaked contents.
He crossed his arms, looking like he did when he was mad at Soonyoung for crashing at his place without warning.
The letter was one of the many you wrote for him when he finally started accepting you as a friend. You had been giddy with feelings and cheerfully wrote letters, unable to tell anyone how you felt around Jihoon.
This particular letter was from a time you saw him down, though he wore a nonchalant expression. Seungkwan later told you that Seungcheol, Jihoon’s cousin, had beaten up a guy for calling Jihoon short.
You had written a letter explaining everything you admired about him, knowing you'd forget the words when he was around because your heart would go into overdrive.
Tomorrow when I meet you, I wish to say how much I like you. I keep reminding myself of this while I do every chore because I don't want to forget when my heart goes into overdrive if I see you smile at me. And when you do, I might forget it all.
"Tell me, is this all true?" he questioned, and you knew it was now or never.
Clenching your fists, you stood your ground. it came this far, you might just rip it all like a band-aid over a surgery wound.
"Yes, I liked you. It was during the early stages of our friendship, and I didn't tell you because I didn't want to ruin what we had." You stuttered but managed to get it out.
A moment passed, and you still didn't look at him. Your gaze was fixed behind him, focusing on everything but him to stay calm.
He waved his hand in front of you, pulling you back to reality. He knew you always did that to escape panic attacks.
Jihoon stayed serious for a second before bursting into chuckles and finally doubling over with laughter, holding the counter for support.
You turned red, hitting his back."Stop laughing, Ji. It's serious."
He stood up, wiping his tears away as he looked at you, trying to hold back his laughter.
"God, stop laughing!" You were embarrassed and sulking, turning away with your arms crossed.
"I'm sorry, it's just that you looked cute all embarrassed as you confessed." You were as red as a tomato now.
“Y/N, I'm sorry. Hey, look at me." You shook your head, embarrassed but not wanting to see him.He held you and turned you around, cupping your face in his hands.
“You look like a tomato, Y/N." His voice was soft, and you were frozen, not expecting this reaction.
"Don’t be embarrassed." He let go of you and took your hands in his. You took him in. His hair was half up, half down, wearing a white oversized t-shirt and pants. He looked so casual and classy despite his simple attire. It made your heart race when he was holding your hands so gently.
"I like you too, Y/N. I did since the moment I saw you." Not to be dramatic, but you were sure you were going to have a heart attack.
"What?"He chuckled, walking you over to the couch and sitting you down while he sat on the table in front of you, still holding your hands. You noticed his ears turning red.
"I think it was during orientation day. Soonyoung ran over to you and scared you from behind while I slowly walked with him. I was still far away when he scared you, and you turned around screaming. It was funny, but what made my heart stop was when you started laughing. You screamed and then laughed, hitting Soonyoung. Your laugh sounded like music to me that day. Call it what you want, but I knew then and there I liked you." he spoke softly looking lost as he was remembering it all over again. He had a little glint in his eyes as he did.
You were crying, your hands shaking. He squeezed your hand gently, drawing circles on it.
He grabbed a tissue box and handed it to you with a small smile, which made you hit his arm.
"You know, this wasn't the way I hoped you would react," you said, wiping your tears, your voice still breaking.
"I know. Do you still like me, though?" he asked, noting you had spoken in the past tense.
"I do. I honestly tried my best, but I think I still like you." You started sobbing into the tissues. He chuckled and pulled you into a hug.
"I don't know why I'm crying. I wanted to confess to you too." you said, your voice breaking with everything that was happening.
"It's fine, take your time." Being so close to him, you smelled his woody perfume and felt comforted by his body warmth.
You stayed like that for a while, calming down. Jihoon didn't mind, a giddy smile on his face as he listened to the rain and held you safe in his arms.
You pulled back and looked at him, finally calmed down.
"Good?" he asked, and you nodded.
"I was once with Soonyoung. He forgot something and asked me to bring it from the classroom while he talked to a professor. Long story short, I walked past a room with music coming from inside. I peeked in and saw you playing the piano. You looked so peaceful, and the tune made me feel so happy. Since then, I always snuck in to listen to you play. Then Soonyoung caught me one day, and that’s when we became friends. Since the first moment I saw you, Ji. My heart has been yours since then. I don’t know how else to put this." you finally said it out, not sobbing completely before you could finish.
Jihoon's eyes softened, pulling you closer.
"I’m really glad you told me all this. I had no idea you felt that way too."
You managed a small laugh.
"I guess we were both really good at hiding it."Jihoon chuckled.
"Yeah, I suppose so. But I don’t want to hide anymore."He gently lifted your chin so you were looking into his eyes.
"Y/N, I want us to be more than friends. Can we try?"Your heart skipped a beat.
“You really mean that?"He nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face.
"Yes, I do. I want to be with you."You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a wave of relief and happiness.
"I want that too, Jihoon." you whispered, looking into his eyes.
He leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you wanted, but you didn’t. When his lips finally met yours, it felt like everything in your world clicked into place. The kiss was soft and gentle, full of the promise of something new and beautiful.When you finally pulled away, both of you were smiling. Jihoon brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
"I guess we have a lot to talk about."You nodded, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.
"Yeah, we do. But for now, can we just enjoy this moment?"Jihoon grinned.
"Absolutely." you both laughed at that.
You both sat there, wrapped up in each other, listening to the rain outside and feeling like the luckiest people in the world. The future seemed bright and full of endless possibilities, and for the first time, you were both ready to face it together.
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note : Woozi is badass and I love him.
Life is suddenly kimbap-i-kidding hard.
Messing Up
Type: angst, mentions of depression, explicit language, based off lyrics from Oliver Tree’s Miracle Man
{Y/N and Jihoon get into a fight and regretful words are said}
[It’s my first time writing a fic in a long time, please excuse me if it sucks, I also had to rewrite it from memory because it accidentally got deleted]
Jihoon often stayed late at the studio with Bumzu these days. You hated always feeling lonely when he was gone but there was nothing you could do besides wait for him. You would leave food out for him and you would wake up to it untouched and a text saying “sorry I already ate with hyung”
You were starting to think he was avoiding you and using work as the excuse. That was always the thought at the back of your mind these past weeks. You guys were never open to each other like you were when you guys had started dating. Back, then you would tell him all about your “issues” and he would tell you his.
Today you wanted to let it all out, tell him how you’ve been feeling lately and ask him about his feelings too. You didn’t want to feel the way you did when you guys met, you didn’t want to depress yourself with the feelings and emotions of loneliness.
You cooked the last 2 packs of ramen you had and set the table. Then you waited for Jihoon to come home... you waited.... and waited.... and waited.
He usually came home around 6am but it was now 10am, so you decided to text him to check if was coming home at all today.
Y/N: Are you coming home today?
Jihoon: yea i just had sum stuff to work on
Y/N: ok
Ten minutes passed and you heard the door unlock.
“I’m home!” he yelled, usually you would run up and hug him and kiss him and ask him how his day went like you used to some time ago, those hugs and kisses stopped one day and you didn’t know exactly when.
“Can we talk real quick hoonie?” you said forcing yourself to flash an empty smile.
“Sure babe” he said as he showed you his best fake smile. At this point you felt so numb next to him for some reason, he smelled of soju and pizza, you could tell he was a bit tipsy and on edge.
But you could no longer hold back your emotions, as your smile faded you said “Are you avoiding me? Just tell me what you want! Am I not enough for you?!” you weren’t expecting yourself to burst out like that so suddenly.
You could see the anger rise in him. His outbursts weren’t uncommon, they usually happened after he came off of work like today.
You didn’t expect what happened next, then again you don’t exactly blame him for it either. He got up and stormed to the medicine cabinet and grabbed your antidepressants, he held them up and yelled: “FUCKING UP YOUR LIFE, WAS IT ENOUGH FOR YOU??!”.He then violently threw them on the ground, pills scattering across the floor.
You didn’t know what to say, so instead, you smiled calmly, grabbed your phone, purse, and jacket.
“Umm I don’t know what just happened, but it definitely wasn’t what I had expected haha, umm foods on the table. It’s cold. I’m going, I don’t know where. I have to process this, I’ll pick my stuff up later...”
and with that, you left.
Jihoon began to bawl, muffling his sobs through his hands. Left with the memory of his mistake and the look in your eyes when you left. He messed up and all he could think about was how he saw your eyes fall out of love with him as you closed the door.
masterlist
{sorry this is a really bad fic but I had to get my overflowing angsty emotions out}
Imagine the boys have been on tour for a few months. Idol!Jihoon hasn’t been able to call you and text are rare. In fact, the last time he texted you was a week ago. You understood, he’s busy but that didn’t change the fact that you felt lonely. You blamed yourself for feeling so entitled to him, for being selfish. You had your doubts, “Maybe he’ll break up with me soon” or “he probably feels burdened by being with me”, all those thoughts came to mind.
Tonight you were feeling especially doubtful. He was coming home today but unlike on other tours, he didn’t send you a message saying he much he wanted to come home and relax with him and just be with him. Instead, you got a single message, “I’m Sorry”.
Masterlist
Me to the other members: The cutest!!! So handsome!!! THE BEST!!!! YES I LOVE YOUUUUUU
Me to Jihoon aka my bias: Stop playing. I’m deadass I will beat you up! Try me! I hate you, it’s on sight! Dumbass... (But if anyone tried to mess with you I would murder them)