Request: Hi, love. Idk if you're still accepting these, but if you don’t mind could I request a drabble with the prompt: “You came to my room at 4am, to cuddle?” for iKON’s Koo Junhoe, please? Of course, you’re not obligated to do this and you can change the member if you want. just take your time, and have fun. Your writing is so cute btw! ♥
Word count: About 640
Warnings: None
What am I listening to?: Nothing, just watching some youtube, jknews
A/n: I don’t know how I feel about this one but I hope it came out good! Hope you all like how this one turned out, hope you all have a great day/night, much love! ♥♥♥ Also, I don’t live in a dorm but I know you can request a single dorm and they’re are also co-ed dorms where the floors are separated so yeah, excuse the inaccuracies.
P.s: I take no credit for the gif!: v-ii
Finals week was always stressful, it increasingly got more stressful every year you came back to school, and this year was no different.
You lie in the cool darkness of your dorm, alone and wide awake. You had decided you wanted a dorm to yourself this year, no roommates, and now you were facing the consequences of that decision.
Your boyfriend had the same idea so he was just on the floor beneath yours in his own single dorm. You continued to turn over and over until you decided to just sit up because clearly you weren’t going to be falling asleep anytime soon.
You run your fingers through your hair and grab your phone from under your pillow, the screen momentarily blinding your eyes. Squinting down at the bright screen you go straight to your messages, and tap on Junhoe’s name.
Just as you’re about to type out a message, you stop yourself. The last thing you wanted to do was wake him up, especially if he was already as stressed out as you were, if not more.
You sigh, mindlessly tapping the black screen of your phone, deciding whether you should text him or not. After a minute or two of mulling it over, you decide to text him. After all the worst that could happen is, he doesn’t answer.
4 am; Y/n: Are you awake?
You rub your eyes with the heels of your hand as you wait for a response, really just hoping you get any kind of response at four in the morning and not just random notifications that make you get your hopes up. About five minutes pass until you get a response back.
4:05 am; Junhoe: Yeah, what’s up?
Y/n: Leave your door unlocked, I’m coming down.
Junhoe: Okay…?
You slip on some pants and socks, grabbing your keys on your way out with your phone in hand. You lock your door as quietly as you can, and begin to make your way down the hall, your socks not protecting your feet much from the cold tile leading you to the stairwell.
The halls themselves were only lit up by a few white lights every few feet. You stepped slowly and carefully down the stairs. When you reach the floor beneath yours, you turn the flashlight on your phone on, flashing the light over the number plates on each door.
You knew exactly which door was his, but you just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to walk into the wrong room anyways. When you walk up to his door, you slip in quickly and quietly. The room itself was warm and dimly with light from his small desk lamp.
He looks up at your from where he’s lying on the bed, clearly tired and stressed but nonetheless, he smiles at you, arms outstretched motioning for you to come to him.
You feel a sense of relief as you walk up to his bed and lie down next to him, cuddling up to his side, your arms wrapping around his waist, and letting a sigh escape from your lips.
A quiet laugh leaves his lips, and he plants a kiss on the top of your head. He breaks the warm silence in the room with his low voice, “You came to my room at 4 am to cuddle?”
With eyes closed, you nod, “I woke up at 2 and couldn’t fall back asleep, I guess I’m just really stressed out… sorry”.
“No, no don’t apologize it’s okay. We’re in the same boat, if anything”.
Neither of you say anything else. He runs his fingers through your hair over and over again as you play with the ends of his t-shirt. Within minutes you both fall fast asleep, dreaming of better things than finals.
The stress that was once thick in the air was now thinned out with your slow breathing and the quiet snores coming from Junhoe.
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Your stare faltered, tears pooling quickly and blurring your sight. You blinked rapidly, almost as fast as your heart was beating, not sure if you had imagined those words or not.
The expression upon Junhoe’s face was detached of emotion unlike your own, and you struggled to breathe, not wanting to believe it. All the same, you shakily felt the need to ask him to repeat himself.
He sighed. “I don’t love you anymore.”
So you hadn’t been hearing things. And unless you were dreaming, this nightmare was very real. You didn’t want to pinch yourself to find out.
You couldn’t think of how to respond, if there even was a way to. The emotions overwhelmed you as you cried at his statement, still not understanding why.
“I’m sorry,” he told you and walked away quickly, his eyes not once looking back. You collapsed onto the ground then, clutching at your chest, feeling the pain of heartache for the first time.
It was some time since you had seen his face, Junhoe’s boyish charms now defined, and his body had matured. You had as well; you had lived well without him. Back when you thought you couldn’t breathe without him, now as you took in a deep breath of air, you felt no restrictions. No tug at your heartstrings, no feeling of a lost love. Even with him standing there in front of you, rubbing at his hair awkwardly.
“It’s been awhile, Y/N.”
You nodded.
Junhoe glanced around himself for some way to start conversation, but nothing seemed to assist him. He sighed, returning his gaze back to yours. “I regret letting you go like that.”
“I don’t,” you finally spoke, his eyes snapping to capture yours. He faltered when he saw your expression, diverting them away quickly. You smiled. “Without that lesson in life, I wouldn’t be as successful as I am now. And I know why you did it, for your own career too.”
He nodded softly, unable to bring his attention back to your face. Because in that moment you were the emotionless one. Not out of spite, but because you genuinely had moved on. A small part of you wondered why he hadn’t.
There was no more conversation. Junhoe couldn’t bring himself to respond, not knowing how, just like you had been five years ago. And now it was your turn to walk on by, bowing lightly in farewell, leaving the boy standing there watching you leave.
(Admin: Babyboiii I didn’t know what to title this.)
You lay on your side looking through the photos of you and Junhoe sadly. You miss him a lot, the two of you were still together, but it just feels like he isn’t there anyone. It’s like his heart is somewhere else when he’s with you, he doesn’t plan dates anymore, he doesn’t call you first, he ignores texts, it was breaking you slowly. Looking through the older photos of the two of you makes your heart swell and break at the same time, seeing him, in general, seems to have that effect on you now. You hear the door creak open and quickly put your phone down pretending to be asleep before he gets in, you were so afraid he will break up with you if he knows you’re awake, you hear him sigh.
“How could you go to sleep without a blanket?” He questions in a whisper, you feel a blanket being put over you as well as his arms wrapping around you and his chest against your back, “I guess it’s easier if you're asleep,” he mutters, you want him to say more.
You turn over in his arms letting your head press into his chest. He lets out a shaky breath moving his arm to the back of your head playing with your hair gently, you might actually fall asleep if he keeps this up. You rest your arm on his side, gripping the fabric of his shirt with your other hand. He lets out a small laugh and you can feel his head move.
“Why are you so cute?” He mutters, “I pushed you away too much recently,” he mumbles, “I wish I could apologize properly, but you’re asleep,” his voice got louder until he was at his usual speaking tone.
“Junhoe?” You mutter, faking that you were waking up, he stiffens slightly, you rub your eyes lifting your head, he keeps his hand on the back of your head.
“Did I wake you up?” He says shyly, you shrug, “sorry,” he says with a small laugh that makes your heart flutter, “we haven’t laid like this in a while have we?” He questions, you nod, “sorry for pushing you away,” he mumbles.
“Did you eat anything today, you’ve been busy,” you mutter, “I was worried,” he sighs, rolling his lips.
“You’re still worrying about me after how I acted?” He seems sad, his eyes turning red and irritated, “sorry, I thought I could handle everything on my own, I didn’t want to bother you,” he rambles, tears eventually slip down his face somewhere in the middle of his rambling, you wipe them away smiling comfortingly towards him.
“I’m still here,” you say, Junhoe grabs your hands in his leaning forward until his lips are against yours, it was like he was trying to convey how he felt through the kiss, there is a slight desperation to the way his lips move.
Summary: Junhoe is rarely a charmer, but you see how he really is one fine day.
A/N: Hi! This will be sort of a short drabble only, since I have no specific plot in mind. Anon! If you do have one, request again and I’ll do it again! Thanks!
P.S. I love June as much as I love matcha and sashimi. And that’s saying A LOT.
And what’s a good sashimi place here in the Philippines? Lemme know!
Ever since iKON’s latest comeback last May, the seven boys have been extremely busy. They’ve been packed up with variety show appearances and individual schedules, which leads to a total withdrawal of Junhoe from seeing you.
In two months, you haven’t seen each other at all, other than the constant Facetiming and Snapchatting (which do not count, by the way), tonight will be the first night you’ll spend together in weeks.
He does not knock when he arrives, but rather just collapses beside you on the blanket covering the carpet of the floor. He is only wearing a pair of sweatpants and some hoodie he must have only grabbed before exiting their dorm. He drapes his arm over your waist, snuggling the warmth and comfort your body is giving him.
He hasn’t had a dose of you in almost two months now, so you let him whine on your stomach as he mumbles all his complaints.
“I see you’ve been in love with Twice nowadays,” you start with a teasing tone, and he looks up sheepishly.
“Ah, I’m just teasing Hanbin hyung, baby,” Junhoe pulls you closer, tighter, if possible. He hums some of his favorite songs, savoring the quiet moment that is rare and hadn’t happened for quite a while.
You put on a movie on your laptop and place it on the floor while Junhoe steals some bites of the Cheetos from your other side.
“Junhoe, stop,” you warn with a joking glare, and him, being himself, rebels and takes the entire bag.Â
“Then turn the movie off so we can cuddle.”
You weigh over letting him get his way and you getting to watch what you’ve been longing to ever since it came out on DVD.
You shut the laptop close and turn to him.
“I guess I love you more than the movie after all.”
(Admin: Inextra, you know the kdrama Lucky Romance, well me and Aeri watched it & Junhoe reminds me of Ryu Jun-Yeol’s character.)
➢ Genius!JunhoeÂ
You shuffled towards your door, running your hand through your hair wondering who was at your apartment at 4 AM. You pushed open the door to be greeted by Junhoe.
“Why are you here so early,” you asked tiredly, he mumbled something you didn’t quite catch wrapping his arms around your middle, his head on your shoulder.
“I missed you,” he muttered softly, you sighed, he pulled back smiling at you, “can I stay with you tonight,” he swayed slightly poking out his bottom lip.
You nodded stepping further into your apartment him following suite. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, you continued towards your bed the two of you falling onto it together. You turned over to face him, smiling up at him, you rested your arm on his shoulder twisting your fingers through his hair.
“Why do you like me,” you asked mindlessly, he looked down at you with tired eyes and a tired smile.
“I don’t know,” he drew out his syllables, “I just do,” he held you close to him letting out a sigh.
You smiled leaning towards his neck peppering his neck with soft kisses. He hummed running his hands across your back before he lifted the blankets higher around the two of you.
“I don’t know why I like you, but I can’t think of being with anyone else,” he said quietly, “I don’t just like you, I love you, but I still don’t know why,” you could feel the vibrations when he talked with your lips against his neck.
“I love you too,” you mumbled, “I can name a few reasons,” you said softly, “your voice, your smile, your laugh,” you trailed off closing your eyes, he smiled to himself resting his hand on the back of your head.
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(Admin: Babyboiii, everytime I write about him he throws my bias list out the window like I’m sorry Jinhwan I’m just not loyal.)
You look between your book and paper re-writing the practice problems attempting to balance them as you write them out. You jump at the booming sound of your boyfriend’s voice, singing as usual. You let out a sigh turning towards him, he moves to sit next to you laying his head on your lap, still continuing to sing.
“Can you sing somewhere else?” You question softly still attempting to balance the problems.
“I want to spend time with you though,” Junhoe mumbles, jutting his bottom lip out when he sits up to look at you, you roll your eyes slightly huffing.
“If you keep singing I’ll tape your mouth shut,” you grumble, Junhoe doesn’t take your threat seriously and continues to sing beside you.
You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth trying to think of something you can do to make him shut up so that you can focus on your work. You huff turning towards him you turn his shoulders towards you leaning closer to him to leave a quick peck on his lips.
“Shut up for a little bit, okay?” You hold up the okay sign sending him a small nod waiting for his response.
“You’re going to have to do better than that to keep me quiet,” Junhoe teases cocking his head to the side with a smirk, you let out a laugh shaking your head.
You put your hand back on his shoulder scooting to the edge of your seat and leaning forward to connect your lips with his again. Junhoe puts his hand on your cheek his thumb rubbing against your cheek-bone softly. Junhoe moves his lips softly against yours before pulling back with a smile keeping his face close to yours. He leans forward again pressing his lips to yours in one last quick kiss before falling back into his chair.
“Can I still hum?” He asks when you turn back towards your textbook.
“If you’re quiet then I don’t care just don’t be too loud,” you mumble, “be glad you don’t take chemistry,” you sigh when you pick up your pencil again he hums softly to himself leaning his head back against your lap.Â
“I’ll tape your mouth shut if you start singing again,” you warn.
I want (pleasE)a junhoe angst, like we're close to breaking up and we both end up crying---- the ending can go how u want it too!!11
Genre: Angst
Group/Member: iKON/Junhoe
You checked your phone for seemed like the hundredth time tonight. He was late. Again. You had just decided to go to bed when you heard keys in the door. In came your boyfriend of 2 years, Junhoe. His hair and clothes were unruly and he smelled strangely of perfume. He set his things down and walked over to stand in front of you. “Babe, I know I’m late but its just that I was so focused that when I finally looked at the time it was midnight and my car wouldn’t start and-You held up your hand to stop him and took a deep breath. “This is the fourth time you’ve been late. This month! ”“I know and I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you, “ he said as he held you by your shoulders. Before you assumed the smell was a new cologne but now you knew. Something was off. “Why do you smell like women’s perfume. ” You took his hands off of your shoulder and took a step back. “What? What are you talking about. That’s you. ”You squinted your eyes at him. “No, that’s definitely you. I’m not wearing perfume right now.”He shifted nervously and chuckled. “How could it possibly be me? Look you’ve had a long day and you’re smelling things,” he tried guiding you to the bedroom. “No, stop Junhoe! Where have you been? And I want the truth or I’m leaving. I’m tired of your lies.” By now you were on the verge of tears.He sighed and sat on the couch. He was silent for what seemed like years before he spoke. “I’m so sorry y/n.” He sounded like he was about to cry. “What are you apologizing for? What have you done?” Deep down inside you knew what was coming. You had guessed it weeks ago but didn’t want to believe it. He was more distant in the past weeks but you thought it was because he was so focused on iKON’s upcoming comeback. “Junhoe, what he fuck do you mean you’re sorry!? ”“I didn’t mean to do it. It just happened. I’m so so so sorry. Please y/n. ”He rushed over and got on his knees. Your suspicion was right. He was crying. “Please, please tell me you didn’t.“He hung his head and cried harder. “Junhoe no. God no.”He only muttered “Please. Just please.” “I- I just need some time. Just give me that. I love you, god knows I do. That’s the only reason I’m not kicking your sorry ass out right now. Just give me some time.”Running into the room, you slammed the door and flung yourself on the bed, crying because you knew that your relationship would never be the same.
