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sugar ♡ ljh
pairing ; boyfriend!jihoon x reader
rating / genre ; sfw // tooth rotting fluff, humor
summary ; its a lazy morning. and your boyfriend is struggling to make a coffee.
wc ; 927
warnings ; kissing
note ; this is absolute idiocy !! i was very much into floofy thoughts and this is a pure soft jihoon brainrot so bear with me!! unedited !!
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The curtains of the living room move a little bit as the warm breeze scurries in and hits your face, which is barely awake.
It was 10 am in the morning, albeit a slow morning, and you were trying to keep your eyes open so that you don't fall asleep on your boyfriend trying to make you breakfast.
You knew that apartment was your home – given that you signed the lease and all. But the true feeling of home invaded you whenever you saw Jihoon and his tiniest gestures to bring a smile to your face. To make your worries vanish and calm down your heart. His eyes which disappeared whenever he smiled from ear to ear, the sound of his excited laughter, the touch of his fingers carding through your hair when you laid your head on his chest – all of it brought home to you.
Right now, the feeling was making your heart soar through the clouds as you saw him bustling around the kitchen with a kettle and a plate of toast in his hands and a rather – confused expression on his face?
"Hoon?"
"Hmm?" he quips back, unfocused.
"What are you searching for?"
"Huh?" he comes to a halt and looks at you owlishly through his glasses which were a little askew.
So. Very. Cute.
You smile and shake your head at his complete unawareness of his own state.
"You are searching for something?" you try again.
"Ah yeah. Sugar."
You furrow your eyebrows and stand up, to go and help him find it. He resumes once he sees you in action and pulls out your mugs from the cabinet.
It's comforting, it's domestic, it's how homely and calm you wanted your Sunday morning to be. Your eyes follow his movements as he searches for the sugar when you notice it.
The jar of sugar by the stove – the stove on which he has set a pan for his eggs.
It's been there all along.
"Jihoon."
"What?" he is exasperated and you want to smack his head for his idiocy.
"There's the jar." you point to it and he goes still as he follows your movement. A second later, he scoffs.
"That's salt, Y/N."
No words. You just glare at him with an eyebrow raised. Even though it is sleep-ridden, your glare is taunting – because that is sugar, not salt. The big sticker around it suggests so and you yourself were the one to stick it and fill the jar.
"Oh my god. It is sugar."
The laugh that leaves your lips is instinctive and you immediately wrap your arms around Jihoon's torso from the back.
"You need sleep." you mumble into his hoodie, cheek squished against his back. His shoulders shake as he laughs at your comment and you hum.
His scent overpowers your senses and you almost sigh before you are suddenly deprived of the feeling of him pressed up against you. You whine with your eyes closed when you feel him move away, you are still rooted to your spot. A laugh sounds in your ears at your antiques and a moment later you are wrapped in the warmest embrace of your love – this time with your cheek against his heart.
A kiss lands on the top of your head and you melt in his hands.
"You are making breakfast."
"That was some quick observation, love." he laughs and you smack his back.
"Still quicker than you finding the jar."
"Not reall-"
"No no. Technically, it was me who found the jar and-"
"You know what?" He cuts you off by squeezing you tighter and rolling his eyes as he brings you even closer. You look up at him with your chin on his chest and the smuggest look one can form when they are groggily awake.
"What?"
"I still need to check if it's really sugar or not."
Oh.
Is he thinking what you think he is thinking?
You wanna laugh.
"Uh huh. Taste it?" you cautiously suggest.
"Sure."
You anticipate his next move with your lips pursed to stop you from laughing out loud as you watch him open the jar with one hand and dip his finger inside it. A smile breaks out on your features at his antiques – especially when he slowly brings the finger to his lips slowly, as if trying to make you feel some way. But all you do is find it funny.
"Jihoon what are you-"
"Shhh." you are shushed with a finger at your lips.
That finger at your lips and that's when you realize.
His lips land on your slowly, painfully slow. But the moment the softness touches you, your body wakes up and you feel the heat shoot up from your toes to your head, the blush spreading across your face. His hand moves behind your head and he brings you closer as he starts moving his lips against yours, savoring every flavor, breath and grain of sugar he just smeared across them. His fingers card through your hair and hold you tightly, making your toes curl with the intensity.
Your heart catapults it's way out of your chest and soars through the clouds, making you feel like a giddy teenager all over again.
God, the effect he had on you.
But alas, even your heart is not immune to gravity, and it needs to be grounded when he breaks the kiss, both of you gasping for air.
He nudges your nose with his, with a smile and licks his lips.
"It is sugar indeed."
So. Very. Sweet.
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