#jiho fluff

It's a risky business. You both know what the possible consequences could be if fans found out and didn't like the fact that Jiho isn't single—no matter how dumb the argument was. You are never too obvious. You always stay within a safe territory. Your comments require the knowledge of the many inside jokes and references you and Jiho have built up over the years. You haven't just been his girlfriend for the past three years; you were his best friend long before that as well. You know him inside out, better than anyone else, and you love to play into it.

You're feeling bolder today for some reason—maybe its because Jiho forgot to give you a kiss this morning and you feel personally wronged by it. Obviously, you could just ask him for one outright, or even steal a few from him at any moment, but you decide it's more fun to write a comment instead.

Purple_Jihos: Jiho! Good morning >< I think you might have forgotten something?

You watch Jiho's eyebrow raise when he finds the comment. You're cuddling on the couch before he has to leave for work. It's been a slow morning, one that you know will end too soon for your liking. Your legs are swung over his lap, comfortably reclined as he rubs his hand up and down them.

↳ 지호: Oh? I had breakfast tho? 😄

↳ Purple_Jihos: You forgot to receive my love for you 😤

There are already andears replying to your post, laughing at the cute interaction, but you see Jiho tilt his head, considering your response a bit deeper. You wouldn't say that out of nowhere—he must have actually forgotten something somehow.

He glances at you. You're already staring right back at him, waiting for him to realize his wrongdoings of the morning, however unserious they are. It takes a few seconds for it to click. Something had felt off this morning, like he hadn't done something important. Of course, it involved your lips.

"Morning kiss? Is that it?" Jiho asks. He's studying your expression carefully as if he has to uncover the secrets of what he's still missing, even though he already figured it out. Cotton candy pink hair frames his cheeks and eyes. He's irresistible. "It's not too late for it yet. It's only 11:40—that's still morning!"

His logic is adorable. So is the slight pout on his lips, like he's silently pleading for you to forgive him for his forgetfulness. You kiss the pout right off his lips, and he hums in content.

"I think I deserve double since you were so late," you mumble against his lips, hands tangled in his hair. He's quick to oblige you as you both lose track of time.

You're interrupted by his phone ringing. It's Kamden.

"Dude, where are you?"

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You had been notified that there had been a request from a band to record a videoclip in your building.  What you didn't expect was to have a group of dudes dancing on the firescapes of your apartment the day before an exam.

You tried to be accommodating, after all you had agreed, but after a while of hearing the same song in loop for the last three hours (the ‘ruthless, 하지만 날 보면, I make you wanna bounce, wanna bounce, wanna, loosen up like’ part has been playing in repeat for the past thirty minutes) you had decided you reached your limit.

When, for what must have been the twentieth time, you hear one of the guys run up and down your firescape you decided you needed to put an end to this torture. So, you retie your hair, stretch a little, and head to what would be an incredible uncomfortable conversation. 

You bust open your window, scaring a redhead guy that was just standing there, admiring one of your flower pots. 

“Are you the one that's running up and down?” you ask him, with the friendliest tone you could muster after having your pomodoro session ruined by a wannabe kpop group. 

“That would be him” he answers hurriedly, clearly startled by the sudden intrusion you caused, pointing to a blonde guy standing on the higher part of the stair. 

You turn to look at him, and what a mistake that turned out to be. He was probably the prettiest guy you had ever seen, which is a lot to say considering you had seen a fair amount of 90s rom-coms.

“Can you stop? I’m trying to study here” you ask him, trying to not let his beauty affect your real resolve, which was understanding the final theme of the course before the exam.

“Hard thing you are asking for” he says going down the stairs to your window, grinning as his eyes rake over your figure, or at least the half that's sticking out of your window “Lets make a deal”

“You are already filming on my fire escape, what else do you want?” you deadpan, starting to get annoyed at the situation. For real, logarithms won't understand themselves.

“Let us film a few more takes and we will stop,” he starts, “But…”

“But?” you ask, lowkey nervous by the way he was approaching you, intimidated by his closeness and his teasing smile. 

“Let me take you out for a coffee,” he says, leaning against the side of your window.

“And if I say no?”

“I can run up this stairs up and down all day if you want me to” he shrugs his shoulders, his eyes scanning your face, detouring on your lips “Or until you feel like going out with me” 

“Ah yes, I love when men threaten my study for their personal gain” you joke. 

“I take it as a yes, then?” he asks again, a teasing tone in his voice. 

“If you can finish it in the next twenty minutes, sure. Not a minute more” you bargain, going back inside and closing the window, making sure to put the curtains down, your heart rushing on the prospect of a date with a pretty boy. 

You can hear the rest of the boys teasing the blonde, which you learn his name is jiho by the hoots and hollers of the guys in the next firescape.

You return to your pomodoro set, finally getting back to mathematics and suffering, accompanied by the sound of steps going up and down the fire escape, this time slightly less annoying.  With just six minutes left you get a knock on your window. You head there, finding a sticky note on the glass with a message scribbled over.

“+82 xx xxxx xxxx text me on your next break, you owe me a coffee ;)”

It was 2 in the morning when you woke up and decided that you were hungry enough to abandon your comfy spot on your bed next to your boyfriend.

Normally, you were too lazy to get up in the middle of the night but today it was necessary, according to your stomach.

You untangled yourself from Jiho and walked to the kitchen quietly.

You searched for your favorite snack which was located in a cabinet and walked to the microwave.

You slowly and carefully peeled open the package and started it.

While it was heating you tried to monitor the timer so that you could stop it before it did that obnoxious beep.

Unfortunately, you yawned and zoned out for a few seconds. You were so far gone that you didn’t even realize that you were no longer paying attention to the timer.

And as you feared, the beep rang throughout the kitchen, making you wince.

You stood there for a couple of seconds praying that your boyfriend didn’t hear it, before grabbing a plate and placing your snack on it.

After that, you sat down in the chair by the kitchen island.

You chewed slowly, with your eyes closed, trying to savor it as much as you could.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of arms around your middle.

“You left me.” Jiho pouted.

You giggled. “I just went to get a snack, love.”

“Still.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder. You stroked his hair softly, making him sigh.

“Let’s go back to bed, my sleepy beauty.” You said as you finished eating.

Your boyfriend just nodded, barely awake.

You got up from your seat and took the plate to the sink, Jiho still clinging to you.

With a little difficulty, since he was practically leaning all of his weight on you, you were able to return to your bed.

You covered both of you with the blankets, while the boy cuddled you and kissed your head gently.

“Night, sweetheart.”

“Sweet dreams, love.”

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boyfriend!jiho who calls you every night while he’s on tour in another country. loves to end the day with your face even if you’re on opposite sides of the world. looks so cute snuggled up in the blankets on the hotel bed, and although your calls are sometimes crashed by the other members, you still treasure the small moments talking with jiho before he sleeps. he’ll tell you all about the show that day or any fun activities he did, and he often slips hints that he got something for you to bring back home. he’s pretty terrible at keeping secrets, but you don’t mind.

boyfriend!jiho who tries to flirt with you whenever he’s feeling bold, but switches up immediately to being shy and giggly as soon as you flirt back. he always thinks he’s confident and that there is no way you’ll still be able to make him flustered after dating for a while now. but he’s proven wrong every time. perhaps he’s just too weak for you when you lean in a little too close to his face, only to pull back before he can land a kiss on your lips. close enough that he gets a subtle hit of your perfume, and now he’ll be thinking about that all day. 

boyfriend!jiho who has become addicted to your kisses. loves when you press your lips to every spot on his face— lips, nose, cheeks, forehead, jaw. there’s a comforting feeling that comes with your soft lips on his face and he absolutely loves it. if you ever forget to give him kisses, he’ll wait and give subtle hints that he wants them, but if by the end of the day you still haven’t kissed him, he will get soooo pouty and ask for them directly because he really can’t live without them :(

“Why are we here so early?” Brian complained while yawning. It was Saturday at 8:30 am, pretty early for someone that wakes up past 11 am. The whole team of Ampers&One, which was the town’s local hockey team, was at the skating rink where they normally train on weekdays at 5 pm.

“Remember that coach cancelled training last week because of his allergies? Well, the only day available to reschedule was today, at 9 am.” The team’s captain, Jiho, responded while walking out of the locker room with his ice skates in hand.

“Stupid allergies, I could be sleeping right now.” The youngest of the group, Seungmo, complained as well. It wasn’t a secret that him and Brian loved to sleep all day on weekends.

“Quit complaining, it could be worse.” Mackiah spoke.

They kept walking and stopped at the bench that was in front of the ice rink.

They sat down and started putting on their skates.

Jiho decided to take a look at the ice to see who was training.

To his surprise, there was a pretty girl wearing leggings and a zip up jacket. She was doing spins and jumps, landing perfectly.

Standing a few feet away from her was a woman, who he assumed was her coach.

“Wah, she’s so pretty.” Kyrell spoke.

“Who’s she?” The blonde asked.

“Why are you asking?” Kamden questioned beside him. “You like her?”

“N-no.” The boy stuttered.

“I bet he thinks she’s cute.” Kyrell teased him.

When he didn’t respond, the two boys, plus the maknaes that were eavesdropping, began to make “oooh” noises.

“Her name’s Y/n, she’s a pretty well known ice skater.” Siyun informed the team.

“And how do you know that?” Brian asked raised an eyebrow.

The browned haired shrugged his shoulders. “I’m an ice skating enthusiast.”

“I’ve never seen her before.” Mackiah commented.

“Maybe she trains on weekends.” Seungmo guessed.

“Maybe.” Jiho kept looking at her, his eyes trained on her every move. She was so hypnotizing.

“I guess Jiho DOES have a crush, just look at him.” Kyrell “whispered”, his forte wasn’t really being quiet so everyone could hear him.

Kamden nodded. “He’s so astounded that he didn’t even hear what you said, and you suck at whispering.”

Everyone agreed.

And in a flash, it was time for their practice. Their coach arrived 5 minutes before the assigned time.

As they were preparing to enter the ice, the girl exited the rink with her coach. They bowed politely to the group of boys and walked towards the locker room.

Y/n felt a lingering stare so she looked back, surprised to see that the blonde guy kept looking at her. When he realized he quickly turned around, blushing. The girl blushed and giggled, thinking he was cute.

And with that, their first meeting ended. Without knowing that that was the start of something new.

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