#lea's asks

Lea, my darling ~ I am slowly, but surely, getting caught up on your asks. Here is this little drabble to answer this fabulous, and very important question (feeding me donuts and killing bugs/spiders on my behalf is my love language).

It happens suddenly, right in the middle of a brushstroke, when he is lost in the swirling combination of purples and blues on the canvas:

a scream – startled and afraid and yours – echoes through the house and rattles the entirety of his being.

The paintbrush in hand falls to the floor and he’s on his feet in an instant, not caring about the splattered paint that will surely stain.

His socks are slippery on the wooden floors and the blind panic makes him even more uncoordinated – he’s half-running, half-falling down the hallway.

He runs into your bedroom, face white as a sheet and limbs shaking, and heads straight to the bathroom.

Oh God, what if you fell and hurt yourself while you were showering? What if there was an intruder –

There is a distinct sound of something being thrown against the wall and then complete silence…

“JIHYUN!”

He practically rams himself against the door and it slams open; the bathroom is still steaming from your shower and he has to blink a few times to fully see you.

There is a tiny towel wrapped around your body, and your hair hangs wet around your face. Your body brush is also laying haphazardly by the door, and he notices there is a wet splotch on the wall from when it hit it.

“Jihyun,” You sigh his name in relief, but don’t move from your little spot in the corner of the shower.

“Darling, are you okay?” he asks. Physically, you appear fine, which makes his heart start working again. Even so, you look like you’re about to cry.

“I’m not. There was a spider hiding in the towel and it touched me!”

Jihyun waits for the words to arrange themselves into something sensible in his brain. When they do, it’s hard to suppress his laugh, but he manages (barely).

“And you threw the loofa at it?”

You give a curt nod, eyes narrowing dangerously at the way his lips twitch in amusement.

Do not laugh, he tells himself. Do not laugh.

“It’s just a spider, love. A very small one.”

“I know what it is –” you begin to argue, but the tiny eight-legged creature suddenly scurries up the wall and you screech. “Kill it!”

He laughs then – loud and free and joyous at your silliness. “Very well, then.”

He grabs some tissue and rolls it up in his hand; gently presses it against the little critter on the wall and throws it in the bin before extending his hand to you.

You reach for him cautiously and step out of the shower, but continue to peer at the bin suspiciously, brow furrowing– almost as if you’re expecting for the spider to crawl out of it.

He pulls you into him, wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you. “You are absolutely ridiculous.”

“You love me anyway,” you tease, lip pouting as you stand on your tip toes and weave your arms around his neck. “Don’t you?”

Oh, he's never been able to ignore your pretty lips when you pout.

“That I do,” he says, nuzzles against your damp hair.

“I am sorry if I scared you, but thanks for always killing the creepy crawlers for me,” you say, shy eyes and blushed cheeks, suddenly bashful at his attention.

He adores you.

“That’s what I’m here for, darling.”

Lea~

This prompt. Is. Everything! Cheeky Jihyun? 1000/10.

(*Soft NSFW, under cut)

Jihyun will like this one, you think, staring at yourself in the floor-length mirror.

The dress you have chosen is a flimsy thing: strappy with a low back and a sweetheart neckline. It’s also much shorter than what you’re used to wearing.

Oh, but it’s certainly pretty; the deep rust silk contrasts beautifully against your dark hair and sun-kissed skin. You admire the way its silhouette accentuates every curve of your body.

You spin around in a circle, the thin material flying all around you, and you giggle in delight because you feel very cute, and you can’t wait for Jihyun to see you in it.

You’re unzipping the back, straps falling down your shoulders, when the door of the dressing room swings opens. You hold the loose dress to your breasts, shock blinding your body before you even have time to shout. But just as quick as the door opens, it closes – and suddenly, Jihyun is towering over you, warm palm pressed against your mouth.

“Sssh,” he says, one finger against his pink lips, sweet turquoise eyes pleading.

You nod, slowly, and listen as the heeled footsteps outside the dressing room get farther away. He sighs, releases his hold on you, hand falling to the curve of your waist.

“Jihyun,” you admonish, eyes still wide in shock and heart beating rapidly in your chest. “What are you doing?”

“One of my father’s close associates was outside,” he says softly; his finger sliding nervously over your waist. “I do not wish to speak to them.”

You brush his bangs away from his face and nod – you understand perfectly. His relationship with his sharp-tongued father is still one in need of mending.

“You know, if you wanted to join me in here, all you had to was ask,” you say playfully, willing him to come back to you. “I would have let you.”

His face flushes shily, beautifully; his eyes are sparkling, “Well, I’m here now.”

“Good. What do you think of my dress?” You take a step back and turn to the side, one arm still wrapped around yourself to hold the fabric up, your breasts pushed up and barely covered.

His gaze drops and your body burns at his attention.

“You look beautiful, darling.” His fingertips caress your collarbones, hand moves up your neck before it rests on your cheek. You lean into it, heart stuttering.

He always holds you tenderly, cautiously, as if he’s afraid he’ll break you, but the his other arm around your waist is firm as he pulls you to him. The dim golden light of the dressing room makes his eyes shine under his long lashes – you want him to look at you this way forever.

Lovely Lea ~ I must admit, I have had such a rough time writing anything lately: all exhaustion and no inspiration. But I started answering this ask...and all of a sudden, I went from having no words to 1,000 words (smut, no less - which I have two fics worth of experience with). Thank you darling, for inspiring me to write. 💙

Baby, I'll Follow Your Lead

Jihyun Kim "V" | Reader

~ NSFW (below cut)

It is almost midnight and Jihyun is not expecting you to be home.

He thinks you have made plans with the twins, but you have done nothing but wait for him since he’d called to let you know his flight had arrived. It’s a short drive to the airport and he should be home soon.

The trip was only a few days long, but it has felt infinite to you. You have grown so used to his smiles, his laughter, the smell of paint and summer rain – the house doesn’t seem quite as bright without him in it.

You feel giddy, your stomach riddled with butterflies at the thought of seeing him; but the wine you’ve been sipping on all night has made your mind a little hazy too. Your body feels warm, flushed – you recline on the couch and close your eyes. Wait for him.

You’re drowsy when you hear the key in the lock, watch (almost in slow motion) as the handle turns and the door opens. Your body goes lax in relief as he steps through, tall and lean, windswept hair falling over his eyes.

There he is, you think. He’s beautiful.

And he is; even more so with the smirk that paints his pretty mouth when he spots you. This is your favorite thing: the feeling of his eyes roaming over you.

He moves towards you from across the room – entranced, like you are the only thing he can see.

You meet him halfway, and he slides his hands along your waist, presses them against the lowest part of your back and pulls you against him.

“Hi baby,” you say, reach up on your tip toes to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. He follows your lips, almost unconsciously. “How was your trip?”

“Dreadful. I have missed you,” he sighs, and you brush the messy tendrils of hair away from his face, notice the tiredness in his eyes. “It makes me so happy to find you here.”

You make sound, a humming sort of acknowledgement. “I'm so glad you're back. Don't leave again.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, and the silky strap of your chemise slips off one shoulder. It’s a delicate thing, teal silk and pretty lace, you like wearing it because the color matches Jihyun’s eyes.

“I'm bringing you with me next time," he says distractedly, taking the silk of your nightgown between his fingertips, just above your thigh. There's a curious, knowing smirk on his lips. “Did you wear this for me?”

He sees right through you, always has. You’re delighted.

You run a hand down his chest, hooking a finger over the waistband of his pants. “And what if I did?”

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