#ilhoon fluff

Your boyfriend had developed the rather embarrassing habit of flirting with you in front of the entire school, courtesy of his role as the Quidditch Announcer.

“And that stunning capture of the golden snitch by Gryffindor Seeker Kim Jongin— or, as I hear the ladies call him, Kai— proves once again that Gryffindor is, in fact, the greatest house of all time,” Ilhoon declared after the triling conclusion of the final game of the season. 

Once he was sure that Professor McGonagall was too busy celebrating Slytherin’s defeat to scold him, Ilhoon continued, “And on an unrelated note, I would like to take the chance to remind all of you that although Y/N is the most beautiful person in this school, she loves me now and forever—”

Perhaps sensing your embarrassment from where you stood in the stands, as far away from Ilhoon as you could manage, McGonagall yanked Ilhoon away from the speaker. Faintly, you could hear her lecture, “Go celebrate with her instead of abusing your post to embarrass us all.”

Oblivious to your somewhat playful yet entirely genuine glare, Ilhoon swing an arm around your shoulder as he cheered, “I knew Choi Minho would beat those old snakes again!” And then, with a smile that made you forget the frequent humiliation his shamelessness often caused you, Ilhoon said, “You heard McGonagall, didn’t you? We have to celebrate!” before pressing a surprise kiss to your lips. 

You’re being surreptitious without there being any reason to be.

Sighing, you press save on your half finished chords, checking the time - 2:44 am - before shutting your system down. You won’t get any more work done tonight, not while being this distracted.

It isn’t that big a deal, after all - it’s just a couple of strokes of ink filling the space on your right wrist. It’s a tribute to your hard work, too - the months of blood, sweat, and tears spent on the project condensed into one small wave. It’s simple and beautiful, and you don’t regret getting it. Hell - you’re proud of what your tattoo stands for.

March 8th, 2018. Big Wave - Jung Ilhoon’s solo debut. Produced by Ilhoon and by you. You’d briefly considered also getting 080318 etched into your skin instead but had decided against it, settling on just the elementary wave. Two tattoos dedicated to it - your first project as a producer for Cube - would be overkill. Besides, people could misconstrue Ilhoon’s solo debut date permanently being on your body as something more than the truth - that you’re just friends. Unfortunately. You don’t dwell on your wishful thinking.

It was a debut date for both of you, but he’s the one in the limelight. You’ve always been more of a behind-the-stage kind of person.

That’s tangential. You reprimand your own thoughts for strolling down forks in roads to meet more forks in roads, causing you to get farther and farther away from the predicament at hand.

That is - the predicament on your hand. You want Ilhoon to see your tattoo, but you don’t know how to show him it. You don’t know how he’ll react, and that scares you shitless for reasons beyond yourself. God knows that you’ve had countless opportunities to just let your sleeves ride up, to lean across from him and ‘accidentally’ flash your latest ink. You just can’t bring yourself to do so.

It’s why, for the past three weeks, you’ve been wearing sweatshirts and long sleeved shirts places.

It’s August.

As you chastise yourself for being such a goddamn weenie a knock on your apartment door startles you. You hurry to tug on the nearest hoodie - in not being able to let Ilhoon know about it, you haven’t told anyone else either.

“I’m home! Just give me a sec.”

A familiar laugh meets your ears in response, followed by a familiar face as you swing open the door. Ilhoon grins, ruffling your hair quickly as he shucks his shoes off at your front door.

“What’s up?”

Ilhoon doesn’t chance coming over to your apartment unless he’s got pressing information that you need to know - he doesn’t want to accidentally out where you live to anyone. It’s why, in fact, he’s standing in your apartment at 3 in the morning rather than 3 in the afternoon.

He smiles as he settles down on your couch, patting the seat next to him in a silent ask for you to join him. The moment you get within arm’s reach, he shifts closer to the end of the couch to make room. When you sit down on the opposite end, sitting farther from him than you mean to, he swings his feet onto your lap - that’s the extent of his skinship. It’s honestly a lot for him, actually.  

Leave it to Ilhoon to be more comfortable in your own home than you are.

“Well?”

You don’t sound short with him, but he wouldn’t consider you patient, either. It’s ass o’clock in the morning, after all, and you have to sleep sometime.

“I have something to show you.”

“It couldn’t have waited?”

“Have I ever waited?”

You fight a smile at this, rolling your eyes instead to show your - faked - displeasure instead. Ilhoon reads you perfectly and shoots you another grin, barely softer than the first one. He shuffles to sit straight, leaning towards you.

“Look at this,” His eyes gleam with excitement as he shakes his sleeve away from his hand. Before you can furrow your brows, he jabs his index finger in the space between you at the speed of light, forcing you to grab his hand to save yourself.

There’s a black line on the side of his finger that wasn’t there before.

You let out a breath of disbelief.

“You got a tattoo?”

“I have, like, five, but yeah. I got a tattoo.” His smile is still bright, but the corners are slipping slightly. “Why? You don’t like it?”

“No I - I just,” You stare at the simple wave on his finger for a second more, trying to pull your thoughts together. “I-”

“...You?”

You blink twice before realizing that the words just won’t come out. You’re forced, rather, to pull your right sleeve off, baring your own ink to Ilhoon, who, really, may as well be the world to you. It’s the end, you think, mind flashing forward to mobs of fans possibly realizing that you have the same tattoo. They wouldn’t buy an explanation of how none of this was planned, and even though BTOB and Ilhoon’s fans have never even neared being rude or territorial, the idea still scares you. You don’t want to impact his career negatively, and you don’t want to lose yours, either.

Ilhoon’s eyes widen as his smile drops completely to be replaced by an expression of shock. He grabs your wrist, albeit gently, to bring it closer to him.

It’s really over, now.

“They’re almost fucking identical, holy shit.”

“Yeah, fuck. If I’d have known I wouldn’t have -”

“This is fucking awesome - wait, what?”

“What?” Looking into Ilhoon’s eyes, you realize you’ve completely misread his expression. He doesn’t seem fearful, but he does look… excited?

“I mean… what if fans think that we’re dating?”

One corner of his mouth turns up. “My fans haven’t been wrong before - ow!”

“You’re the worst.” Nevertheless, your smile has started to return. “I’m being serious!”

“So am I!” Ilhoon brings his feet off of you, moving slightly closer to you. He grabs both of your wrists and tugs lightly, forcing you to keep your gaze on him. “This is proof as any that we should do… something. I’ve meant to ask for-fucking-ever and honestly, I think that this is the sign I’ve been waiting for. What do you say?”

You relax, letting the tension out of your shoulders with a long sigh. “What about the company?”

“Fuck the company.” Ilhoon’s gaze is gentler than usual even when paired by his harder words. You’re already getting used to it.

After what feels like seconds to you and eons to him, you nod, grabbing onto his wrists as well. He laughs, and you laugh, and within moments you’re both happier than ever in each others arms.

Eventually you both subside, and Ilhoon examines your wrist again as you trace over his newest tattoo. He stares at it for forever, even after you’ve stopped in your ministrations.

“You know,” Ilhoon begins thoughtfully. “We got a couple tattoo before being a couple.”

You don’t respond.

It’s 3:45 am., and you’re dead asleep.

Ilhoon smiles again, the kind he’s had reserved for you since he’d met you.

He leans in to whisper to you, even if he knows you won’t hear him.

Ilhoon – Christmas Movies

 You plopped down onto the sofa beside Ilhoon and took the candy cane he held out to you as you nestled into his side. He then glanced at you weirdly as the movie began to play on the screen.

“What?”

“I thought we were watching Christmas movies tonight.”

You nodded. “We are.”

“Y/N, this isn’t a Christmas movie.”

“What do you mean it’s not?” you asked, shooting your boyfriend a disapproving look. His grin faded at how serious you had gotten. “It’s Christmas Eve, this movie is perfect.”

Ilhoon scoffed and pointed his candy cane at you. “It’s Nightmare Before Christmas, this is a Halloween movie.”

“Ilhoon, it’s the night before Christmas. Clearly, this works as a movie for both holidays.”

“Really?”

You nodded adamantly. “This is a tradition for me. I watch it every Halloween and Christmas Eve.”

He smiled, nodding softly to himself in thought and then he kissed your cheek. “So, will this become part of our tradition together too?”

“Only if you plan to sing along with me.”

“You’re pretty serious about this movie,” Ilhoon observed and you grinned.

“Just as I am about you.”

He smirked. “Then let me get ready to sing.”

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Crossing her legs while she sat up, she reached her hands out and used both her thumbs and forefingers to make a frame, as if she was capturing him through an imaginary camera lens. She loved photography, and she was always in awe when her father took their photos. As he stood in front of her, she took everything in slow motion and grinned.

Under that red sky, she held up her pinky finger to him and promised.

“Well, when you’re big, I’ll only take pictures of you! Cross my heart!”

 Present day

Sighing, I dumped the box of albums on the foot of my bed before throwing myself face down on the thick covers. Groaning against the sheets, I stretched my legs out fully before I rolled over on my back. I stared blankly at the ceiling for a few minutes before I felt my phone vibrated. Reaching out for it, I rolled my eyes at my friend’s text.

“Yeah, you better thank me,” I muttered to myself, grinning while replying to her.

Feeling a little energised now, I pushed myself off the bed and walked towards my laptop. Humming to myself, I woke it up and continued where I had left off yesterday. He stood in the middle of the stage, looking at the stage floor while smiling. Grinning to myself, I admired this particular shot. After a few attempts, I knew which angle was the best to capture that moment that would put the other fans in a frenzy. I adjusted the picture’s brightness, humming to their latest song as I worked. While it had been awkward at first whenever I edited my childhood friend’s shots, it was now second nature to me to bring out his best profiles. He was my pride and joy; my muse since eighteen years ago and the only one I would take pictures for.

A soft chuckle escaped my lips when I recalled the childish promise we made under a particular vibrant sunset. We were innocent once, we had thought we would always be together and that promises were meant to be kept. We had uttered our dreams that day but I guessed I was the only one who remembered the promises that came with it. After his debut in 2012, I had consistently attended every single live, concert and any events that featured his group. I ran his fan-page although I hid the fact that I was his friend. It was easier that way; haters could be savage at times to fansites. Besides, in public, I was always his fan before anything else.

Satisfied with the intended outcome, I uploaded it on my Twitter page before I switched accounts to my best friend’s fansite. She had fallen ill the other day and had requested my help to take pictures of her group’s activity earlier today. I relented after she had offered me dinner and a couple of drinks in return for the favour. I scoffed at that. Who would have thought that a promise over food would cause me to break my promise eighteen years ago?

I shook my head at the thought. Here I was, being hung up over a stupid childish pinky swear that I knew the other party did not remember. He had never given any indication that he recalled anything related to our childhood other than my personal embarrassing experiences. And perhaps, it was better that way, especially for his future. Childhood promises were a bittersweet memory because they can be meaningful yet empty at the same time. Sighing, I tried to distract myself from the memory of eighteen years ago. On some days, I really wished I could ask him if he remembered that promise we made under the red sky.

Suddenly, I heard someone entering the code at my door and I rolled my eyes, knowing instantly who it was. There was only someone who made this nightly visits because of his schedule and presently, he was the bane of my existence. With a beep, Jung Ilhoon came into my apartment, unexpectedly looking strung up. He walked in, slamming the door behind him and made a beeline straight to where I stood.

“What, can’t even afford a single hello?” I asked sarcastically, crossing my arms over my chest.

He glared at me, fury radiating off him but I paid him no heed. Instead, I stared back and rose up to his challenge.

“What were you doing earlier?” he snapped, his temper rising.

“I didn’t know I have to report to you my schedule. Wait, let me go and get my diary,” I bit back, rolling my eyes while standing my ground. “Do you need the finer details as well? Like my lunch and toilet breaks?”

With a flash, he closed the distance between us. Reaching out, he pointed to my laptop whose screen was still on my friend’s fansite page.

“What is that?” he growled, his voice low and menacing.

I glanced behind me and shrugged, wondering why he was making a big issue out of it.

“A fansite page, obviously,” I drawled.

In anger, he slammed the screen shut and the force caused the table to shake slightly. Cursing him under my breath, I snatched the computer from under his hand and walked away from him. After placing it on my bed, I confronted the madman still standing by my desk. I stood by the doorway of my bedroom, too angry to pacify or even stand close to him.

“Look, what’s your problem! You came in, waltzing as if you own the house and you just man-handled my computer! I know you’re mad over something but that’s no excuse,” I exclaimed in an exasperated tone.

Ilhoon continued to seethe in anger, his glare burning holes into my eyes. Realising that I did not read minds, he took a few deep breaths before finally speaking.

“You don’t remember, do you?”

“Remember what? You’re not making this easier, Ilhoon,” I spat.

“Our promise when we were kids!”

I blinked at his words, not fully registering them. Was he referring to that sunset eighteen years ago or…

As if he sensed that I was not comprehending him, he sighed angrily while running his hand through his hair. It took me a while to find my voice but when I did, I could only croak.

“What promise?”

“You promised me that you’ll only take pictures of me!”

Unable to control myself, I let out a bark of harsh laughter at the incredulity of the situation. Who was he to lecture me about broken promises when he broke his first?

“Grow up, Ilhoon. That was eighteen years ago and we were just kids then,” I scoffed aloud, waving a dismissive hand at his argument.

“Yeah, I can see that you’ve forgotten it clearly now. Guess I was the only one who was keeping it,” he rebutted, his temper rising as his fingers gripped at the edge of the study table.

“Hah! You broke it first and I was just meeting you halfway,” I shook my head.

A part of me was in disbelief at how childish our argument was but I was too riled up to even care.

“I never did!” he argued back.

“Yes, you did! I’ve been waiting, waiting for years for you to fulfill your half of the bargain, Ilhoon. And I’m done, I’m done waiting while knowing that you don’t give a shit about us,” I snapped, throwing my hands up in the air to articulate my point.

As if something in him snapped, he pushed himself from the desk and closed the distance between us. In my rage, I ignored the creeping fear and stayed still and unchallenged until he stood right before me. In this close distance, I was able to feel his fury emitting from every pore on his body but I was not about to let that get me. He stopped short, just an inch between us.

“I have never forgotten,” he muttered under his breath.

In a swift motion, he reached his right hand out and gripped my hips. He pulled me close and using his other hand, he held my chin and tilted it up. Before I could push myself off him, he pressed his soft lips against mine forcefully. As I gasped from the contact, he took the chance and angled his head to deepen the kiss. He became gentle, as if all of his suppressed anger had been released from that touch. His lips coaxed me to respond and too soon, I closed my eyes and gave in. He gripped my hips tighter and pulled me closer so that our bodies touched each other fully. I wound my arms around his neck and responded to his kiss with fervour, matching his pace and touch. I felt our breaths against each other and our soft pants filled the room. I felt him push as he directed me backward until my calves hit the box of albums on the foot of my bed.

That contact ended the daze I was in and I pulled away, panting heavily. But before I could extract myself, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a deep embrace. Stunned, I stood still as I tried to get my mind to process just what had happened. Was I dreaming? Had I been wanting him for too long that I just imagined us kissing like two teenagers in heat?

With a sigh, he took a step back but did not release me. Instead, he held both of my hands while leaning his forehead on my shoulder. His breath tickled my skin as he spoke.

“I have never forgotten our promise,” he repeated softly. “I just keep thinking that it wasn’t time yet and… I thought you knew and you were waiting. It just wasn’t time yet, and we are finally growing after six years. But after seeing you today, at another group’s event, I just have to know if you still remember. If you are still waiting for me.”

“About today, I was just covering for my friend. It’s just for today ‘coz she’s sick,” I reasoned, my voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t mean to break it. I just thought it won’t matter because I thought you didn’t remember.”

I patted his shoulder awkwardly as I tried to use my touch to convey my guilt and apology. With a sigh, he lifted his head and stared tenderly into my eyes. He cupped my cheek and with a small smile, he ran his thumb over my lips.

“Well, you thought wrong,” he stated simply.

18 years ago

Under that red sky, she held up her pinky finger to him and promised.

“Well, when you’re big, I’ll only take pictures of you! Cross my heart!”

Ilhoon stared at her, laughing at the sheer relief that there would be someone to support his dreams. Squatting next to her, he offered his pinky finger and made his promise.

“Then, when I’m big and rich, I’ll marry you!”

They linked their pinky fingers together, giggling at their first promise together. With a few motions, they sealed their deal. But before they went back home, they decided to spend a few more minutes together.

As they laid next to each other, their small fingers intertwined, he gazed up and made a silent promise to the red sky and to himself.

He would keep this promise. He would make her happy when he grew older.

jung ilhoon, the perfect loyal™ boyfriend.

he takes his relationships and commitments very seriously.

extremely intelligent and full of capabilities.

very strong willed and has ended many relationships because it didn’t feel right but later he may dwell on it for awhile afterwards which has caused a few small differences between you two but his affection for you is too strong for him to let you walk away just like that.

you’re worth much more and he’s willing to go all the way into this relationship.

no holding backs. 

he’s very interested in optimizing his relationships

a very good listener

some of the problems you’d before the relationship kick-started were : he is not naturally in tune with others feelings; may be insensitive at times

tends to respond to conflict with logic and reason, rather than the required emotional support

not good at expressing feelings and affections

his biggest vice is his tendency to be unwilling or unable to accept blame of any kind

and his constant quest to improve everything sometimes is taxing on relationships

but that’s fine, isn’t it? nobody is perfect and you knew you could help him where he needed it and vice versa.

they say opposites attract but what they actually mean is that mismatching vices and virtues attract cause then you know you can fill in his life where he needs it.

that’s exactly what happened between you two! the yin yang

best thing he loved about you? no matter how big the fight gets

at the end of the day you both would somehow manage to get your asses on the couch, switch on netflix, play whatever comes on first and just watch silently

no one would say a word, until he would reach his hand out and place it around your hip like it belongs there

during parties

during social gatherings

during him showing others how you’re his

during a walk along the street

during everything

that’s where that hand is supposed to be buddy don’t fight it

and just like that, the conflict would move to the back seat for the moment

“oh you’re so gay. but that gayness better be only for me”

“i’m watching your gay ass”

you guys can just be waiting in line to grab some ice cream, and instead of holding your boyfriend’s hand, you just grab his junk over his shorts. and he would laugh it off with a, “god, you’re so gay.”

the only thing that you both do religiously at house is grabbing each other’s butts. it’s like some cult ritual you guys follow strictly and denying it only meant death

the goofiness is over the top. yelling the dialogues of star trek together while watching it for the thousandth time

“you know spock gave lieutenant uhura a radioactive material which works like a tracking device”

“babe, i’d totally give you one too, that ass only belongs to my heart”

you would just be brushing your teeth in the morning, standing in front of the mirror

and he would pop out of nowhere and pull down your shorts and walk away like nothing happened

yeah it’s part of the ritual too

once in a while when you wake up before him, you’d just kick him out of the bed

he would fall of the bed with a groan

“yah you punk, you’re gonna get it, better watch out”

psst he is bluffing, just an ass

biggest milestone in the relationship till now?

when he introduced you to his noona, jung min joo

it was a big deal cause he has never taken anyone to meet his family before, ever

but with you, he just knew. he was at peace with you

minjoo and the members adore you too and it wasn’t long when cube released the official statements

now all he is excited about right now is adopting kids with you and buy a house, he can see all of those right in front of his eyes, floating and he wishes for nothing more than it to come true

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