π―π wearing a jacket they forgot at yours | whc x reader one shots
ΰΌΰΌΰΌΰΌ pairings. Yeon Sieun. Ahn Suho. Oh Beomseok. Park Humin. Go Hyuntak. Kang Wooyoung. Geum Seongje. Na Baekjin. Jeon Yeongbin. x gn!reader
wc. 1.6k genre. fluff archive whc archive
synopsis. whc characters' reactions to you wearing a jacket they forgot at your place
warnings. none
a/n. lazy surprise fluff post
finds it cute, won't confess
Heβs glancing at his phone screen for the third time in a minute, subconsciously refreshing his feed to check for any missed calls or messages from you, letting out a puff of air as he comes up empty-handed.
He hears you before he sees you, your hand waving in the air as you spot your boyfriend, calling his name obnoxiously loud like thereβd be a possibility that this frowning mug doesnβt belong to Yeon Sieun.
βYouβre being too loud.β, he dead-pans, eyes traveling across the spill of gray fabric that has you engulfed. His gaze lingers for a mere second, corner of his lips lifting subtly before he drags back the chair for you to sit.
loves it, needs to see you in it 24/7 and hopes that it'll keep other guys away
As Suho raps on your ajar bedroom door, your head whirls up from your phone game, not expecting to see your boyfriend leaning against the door frame.
His eyes are fixed on you, toying with the helmet in his hand. βReady?β
βAre we on duty?β, you guess, already rolling off your bed before padding towards him, eager to spend the evening with your boyfriend, even if it meant helping him deliver food.
βYes, maβam.β, Suho validates, stretching his hand across his forehead in a mock salute.
As you approach him, he waits for you to tilt your head up, pecking at your lips before giving your hip a light squeeze. βGo put on a jacket, itβs freezing.β
You hum, not having considered that aspect, so you walk back to your dressing table, grabbing the black and red windbreaker off your spinning chair.
As you put it on, fishing the collar out of the neck part, Suho eyes you with a faint sparkle in his gaze.
"What?", you mouth as you pass him to enter the corridor. He catches up with you in two strides.
βYou like my jacket?β He dips his chin and laughs, watching you step under his arm as he holds the entrance door open for you. You twist mid step to walk backwards, looking up at Suho, hoping heβd bring his head down for another kiss. βYeah? Looks good on me?β
He nods again. βYou should keep it, wear it often β especially when Iβm not around, hm?β
wants to know why you're so fond of it, blushes when he finds out
βWhat do you like so much about the jacket?β, Beomseok quips, eyes flicking up to you only for a second before dipping back to the view of your hand gripping the seam of the wide sleeve.
He has to bite back a grin.
The words trail around you before your brain processes them.
Your fingers are curled around the straw of your smoothie, somehow finding peace in the way the plastic straw repeatedly gets pushed up by the Co2 even though you keep pressing it down.
You hadnβt put much thought into choosing your jacket, your hand automatically having steered past the rest of your neatly hung jackets before gripping the familiar piece of garment that had accompanied you throughout the whole week.
βI donβt know why-β, you start, letting your words trail into an abyss as you get a glimpse of Beomseokβs notes app being open, fingers hovering about the keyboard. The idea gets to you at once: he wants to expand his shopping list for you.
βBaby,β, you huff, dropping your straw to grab his hands across the table. βI donβt like the jacket. I like the fact that itβs your jacket.β
Unlike his screen that goes dark with inactivity, Beomseok whole face lights up.
absolutely mesmerized by the sight
You're sitting in a booth at Baku's chicken, knees drawn up against your chest as you're occasionally stealing glances at your boyfriend while he's waiting tables.
He's doing the same, only less subtle. Even the guests he's serving are glimpsing your way to see what their waiter is grinning for.
The urge to roll your eyes had never been stronger but the corners of your lips continue to twitch up, betraying you.
It's not long until the people start clearing and you help him tidy up. Humin refuses to let you touch the dirty dishes, leaving you to mop the floor instead.
While you twist the broom stick in your hands, head dipped sideways to exmamine if you're finished, an arm sneaking around your middle makes you jump.
βYouβre only wearing my clothes from now on.β, Humin softly suggests, lips dragging lightly against your cheek.
You laugh. βAnd what are you wearing?β
"Same clothes every day if that means I get to see you like this."
wants it back after watching you wear it for a while, hoping it'll smell like you
Gotak stares at you for a whole minute before deciding to speak up. He's inspecting the jacket on your shoulders, making sure it's his before he curses under his breath.
βI want it back.β, he simply states, already stretching out his hand towards you.
You look up from your notes, glancing left and right to see if he might be addressing anyone else in the library but you two appear to be alone at the table.
βNo.β, you refuse, clutching the garment tighter around your frame. βI can lend it to you, but it's mine now."
He scoffs, ripping his eyes open dramatically.
βI can only borrow my own jacket?β
You nod, grabbing your ruler to underline a relevant topic on your paper. βOccasionally.", you yield. "One week max so it starts smelling like you again, then Iβll get it back.β
Gotak hums in response, repeatedly pointing his pen at you. βAnd I get it for the time it smells like you?" He throws up his hands like he'd just been offered a great proposal. "Deal.β
loves to see you drown in it, needs you to put on his boxing gloves next
βWhat are you wearing?β Wooyoung shoots up an eyebrow, tracing a finger along the seam of your over-sized training jacket, as he subtly pulls the material up to check up if you were hiding shorts beneath the huge garment.
You were. He chuckles, letting go of the fabric.
Wooyoung had tossed the trainer into your laundry basket a few days ago after taking a shower at yours and you had fished it out of there for reasons you werenβt ready to name just yet. (You love his post workout smell)
βItβs called clothes, Woo.", you counter. "While I love the topless look on you, I donβt think I can pull it off at a public gym without risking a life time ban.β
He just waves his hand dismissively. βBullshit. People in the sauna are naked as well.β
Before you can ask him how he knew that, he slides under the barbell and starts lifting. His gaze trails all the way up to you, hardly sneaking glances β he's staring.
βConcentrate.β, you suggest but Wooyoung already gave up on his training, making you grab the metal rod off him.
He waits until you're in a less crowded space before he pulls you flush against his sweaty chest, smiling against your lips.
"You need me that close to you, hm?", he guesses, cocky as ever. You push off him in a playful manner, pondering whether you should reveal that you wear his boxer shorts sometimes.
likes the fact that it signals people that you're taken
You're nibbling on the cords of your jacket, eyes burning from the computer flickering before you. The game keeps getting more suspense, a deep divot already forming between your eyebrows from concentration.
Seongje's sitting next to you, focused on his own screen. "Stop chewing on the strings,", he complains all monotone after a while, not letting up from his game. "It's disgusting."
"You know what's disgusting?", you counter, not waiting for a reply as you continue. "Your jacket smells like cigarette smoke and closet."
Seongje just huffs at that, bringing one hand to you to tug on your sleeve. "You can always give it back."
You press your lips to a thin line, refusing to give up your jacket, so you just sink further into your seat.
"Thought so.", he mutters under his breath.
likes that you find security in him
Baekjin had left you behind in his office, assigning Seongje to occasionally keep an eye on you until he came back. You attempt to fall asleep on his couch, but it proves rather difficult with the furniture bearing no pillows, much less a blanket.
Sleepy as you are, you brush the inconveniences aside and grab one of your boyfriend's jackets off the rack, where he had neatly put them up, covering your body in it as you drift to sleep.
Baekjin comes back a little later than anticipated, finding you knocked out on his couch and his jacket draped over your torso.
He watches you for a little while before stepping back to the door and locking it. For the remainder of your slumber, he only attends to his employees needs through text messages.
intentionally leaves pieces of his clothing at your place, hoping to see you wear them
You found the jean jacket in your washing machine, freshly washed and smelling clean, so you assumed that your mom had found it buried somewhere in the basement.
Fond of having such an expensive piece of clothing lying around, you decide to wear it to the club to meet your friends.
While your peers shower you in compliments for the pretty combination you had pulled off, Yeongbin simply sneers at the sight.
βIβve been searching for this one.", he lies, knowing exactly when he had dropped it into your laundry basket. "I bet all of my missing clothes are somewhere in your closet."
As your friends tease you about it, you nod, agreeing. "You'll find more of your clothes in there than mine.", you confess.
βAnd you're planning to keep them all?" He cocks an eyebrow, fond of you nodding your head yes.
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