#suengkwan

Jihoon had a particular rough day with how tight their schedules were and you were roped into it since you were in the background of everything helping them. It wasn’t a surprise to him when he came home late from the studio to find you reading on the couch in your usual spot, it was almost like you lived there now. The only thing Jihoon couldn’t understand is why you were still awake at 2am. 

You turned your head slightly at the sound of the door opening, even though you knew who it was already. “Welcome home Jihoon,” your voice was soft and Jihoon could hear the sleepiness laced in it. Looking up at you again he returned the greeting with a small nod even though on the inside it warmed him a little that you stayed up for him. Removing his jacket and hat he ran his fingers through his hair before moving to the kitchen. After grabbing a bottled water from the fridge he heard quiet footsteps come up behind him. 

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You gave Jihoon a hard look examining his tired features and noticing the way his feet dragged as he walked to the kitchen. You had already heard from Soonyoung that Jihoon was having a rough day so you decided to wait up for said male and see if you could help him finally unwind.

Closing your book quietly you set it on the coffee table before leaving the warmth of the blanket to move to your tired crush friend to see how his day went. Fuzzy socks moved quietly along the hardwood before stopping short of the slightly taller male. Reaching up you gently pinched the long sleeve of his shirt between your index and thumb giving it a small tug. Jihoon looked over his shoulder as he closed the fridge and took in your sleepy form. He saw your slightly disheveled hair and his eyes traveled down taking in your large sleep shirt that covered your shorts down to the fuzzy blue socks on your feet. 

You gave another soft tug on his shirt to gain his attention which was successful. Giving him a soft smile, that he won’t openly admit to loving, you hooked your pinky with his and lead him out of the kitchen in the direction of his room. He appreciated the fact that you were being considerate of his issue with skinship, but honestly right now he wanted to be a little selfish. Shyly he opted to take your hand in his. Glancing down at your now entwined hands you couldn’t help the smile that graced your face as you looked from your hands to Jihoon. Giving him a light squeeze you continued moving forward.

Opening his door you released his hand and went to sit in the desk chair. “Get ready for bed Jihoon. I promise I won’t look,” you told him as you turned to face away from him. 

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Jihoon’s lips curved a little at your comment before moving to his dresser and pulling out a pair of sweats and a baggy shirt. Pulling his shirt over his head his dark eyes traveled to your body, and just as you said you would you haven’t moved from your spot. Finishing changing he moved to sit on the edge of the bed near his nightstand. Clearing his throat he spoke softly, “I’m done changing.” Turning in the chair you looked at him and made your way over to sit next to him. 

Feeling the bed sink a little he glanced at you the tiredness you suppressed throughout the day becoming over evident on your face. “Why did you wait up for me?” Jihoon asked running his hands through his hair again. Your eyes followed his hand for a minute before you decided to answer him. “Soonyoung said you were having a hard time today so... I wanted to... maybe help...” your voice trailed off because you weren’t sure if he would necessarily take you up on your offer. You were surprised however when Jihoon took your hand in his and gave you a small nod. 

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Jihoon felt at ease with your presence so close to him, but when you moved behind him he tensed slightly not exactly sure what you were going to do to help. 

Seeing him tense slightly you breathed out through your nose before gently placing a hand on the top of his head where his hair line starts. Gently you raked your fingers through his hair and saw the muscles in his shoulders to relax and the breath he was holding to be released. Scooting closer to him slightly you continued carding your fingers through his dark locks and began to hum a lullaby you used to hear when you were a child. 

Jihoon leaned into your touch and let a hum of pleasure as you worked your magic on him. After a few minutes of this he was relaxed enough that he leaned into your chest and his head resting on your shoulder and close his eyes.

The new angle made it hard for you to continue playing with his hair, but you decided to do something different. Dropping the hand that was in his hair to rest on his stomach you hesitantly lifted a hand to his face and gently placed your index on forehead. This caused his eyes to open slightly in confusion. His eyes looked toward your face, but you seemed content staring at the wall in front of you as you traced the features of his face gently. Closing his eyes again he felt you trace over his brows and cheekbones before you picked your finger up and placed it between his eyes. He got lost in the feeling of your gentle caresses as you trailed a finger down the bridge of his nose to his lips. 

Glancing down at the boy resting pretty much on top of you at this point you couldn’t help but smile. You were finally able to get your long time crush to relax and he seemed content. You felt him let out a breath as your thumb skimmed his bottom lip before repeating the process again. 

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Jihoon forced himself to open his sleepy eyes so he could look at your face only to see that you were already looking at him with a tenderness that he doesn’t normally see. The boy would be lying if he said he didn’t like you and how you were a big part in his life. What he really wanted to do right now was close the very small distance between the two of you. Being bold he sat up and turned to face you causing you to stop humming. He watched as your eyes widened just the slightest, but you didn’t move an inch curiosity winning you over. 

Raising his hand he brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. The gesture made you glance down to hide the growing blush that was evident on your cheeks. When Jihoon didn’t remove his hand you glanced back up, even with your rose dusted cheeks, to see him looking at you with a soft smile. You watched his eyes and saw them glance down and then back up at your eyes again, almost as if he was silently asking to kiss you. The smile you graced him with was enough for him to lean in slowly and you met him halfway in a sweet, brief kiss. Pulling back you looked at Jihoon who was smiling like a boy on Christmas. 

“Ca-can I kiss you again?” Jihoon asked feeling the blood rush from his neck up to his ears upon seeing that damn smile he loves so much. “Please,” you granted and Jihoon moved to hover over you and lowered you down to the bed. Placing a hand under your shirt on your waist he adjusted himself so that he was over you comfortably with one leg between your thighs and his other hand placed on the side of your neck. The kiss was gentle and expressed both of your feelings you had for each other. Having to pull away for air Jihoon looked down at your flushed state on his bed, and God did he love the way he felt being this close to you. Placing a hand on his cheek you smiled at the way he leaned into your touch. 

Taking your hand in his he held it up to his lips and gave your palm a kiss and whispered, “Thank you (Y/N), for everything.” Glancing down at you he watched you try to hide a yawn with your free hand and how you scrunched up your nose afterward before you could reply. “Of course Jihoon. I wanted you to finally relax,” you whispered almost afraid you would ruin the moment if you spoke any louder.

Leaning in again he stopped short of your lips deciding to finally ask you. “Please say you will be mine,” Jihoon pulled away just enough that he could look into your eyes that seemed to light up even with how tired you both were. “I thought you would never ask,” your smile was infectious and Jihoon couldn’t hide his before he peppered your face with small kisses and placing a final one on your lips. The small giggles that left your throat at his antics were causing his heart to flutter. Shaking his head he nudged you with his knuckles, “Scoot over you dork.” Sticking your tongue out you scooted over to make room and he draped the covers over both of you before pulling you close to him. Stifling a yawn you reached up and started playing with his hair again and closed your eyes. Letting out a content sigh he closed his eyes. 

He finally relaxed and he had you.