Wooahae

You have a class right now. Jihoon only knows this because on Tuesday and Thursdays, as you guys walk out of your Intro to Music Business class, you say ‘I’m off to my Instrumental Conducting class Hoon-ah, see you later!’ and then leave in the opposite direction that Jihoon goes.

“I prefer cats,” Jun says matter of factly, proving he’s not paying much attention to the conversation.

“When are you going to tell them to leave you alone?” Wonwoo ignores Jun.

“I HAVE! They can’t take the hint!”

“Hey! Be nice to Y/N. They’ve done nothing wrong,” Soonyoung comes to your defense. “You don’t deserve them, Hoonie.”

“If you want them, take them, I’ll gladly hand them off to you,” Jihoon retorts.

“Who are we talking about?” Seungcheol asks as he, Joshua, and Jeonghan pull up chairs.

“Y/N-hubae,” Jun answers. Maybe he is paying attention.

“The one who follows around Jihoon?” Joshua questions. “Why? Are they giving you trouble?”

“They’re always giving me trouble,” Jihoon groans. “They’re annoying. I can’t get them to leave me alone, it’s been like this since freshman year.”

“See if I had someone waiting on me hand and foot I’d take advantage of that,” Jeonghan smirks. “You just have to be an opportunist Jihoonie.”

“You say that now but you haven’t actually had to deal with them. Now can we please talk about something that’s not them.”

“Jihoon!” You jog a bit to meet up to the boy. “Class today was very interesting, but I’m sure you don’t want to hear me rambling about it. How was lunch?”

“It was just lunch.”

“Ah, I suppose so. Well, are you ready for the quiz today?” You guys are walking towards your shared Music Theory II class together.

“Yes.”

“That’s good! I think I’m ready but not completely sure. I understood all of the concepts in class, I’m just afraid I’m going to mess up when put under pressure,” you explain.

Jihoon wishes you would shut up and leave him alone. It’s like this everyday. You talk his ear off and he can’t get a moment of peace until he’s back at his dorm. Jihoon doesn’t understand why you’re so obsessed with him. There are plenty of other people you could cling onto, so how did Jihoon get so unlucky to be the object of your affections.

You speed up your walking a bit so you can open the building door for Jihoon, and then do the same for the classroom door. He doesn’t thank you.

Just like always Jihoon sits down in his seat and you take the one next to him. You wish him luck before the quiz and afterward you tell him how you think it went well and how you hope it went well for him as well. Throughout the lecture portion of the class you make small comments to him that Jihoon either ignores or only makes small grunts towards.

When class gets out you happily take Jihoon’s bag from him. Your dorm is the building next to his and you don’t mind carrying his bag as you accompany him back to the dorms. You hum to yourself as you guys walk and every once in a while you’ll stop to point something out to him.

“Have a goodnight Jihoon!” You call to him as you walk towards your building. His bag is slung over his shoulder now and he doesn’t look back as he walks into the dorm.

“Have you been getting enough sleep Hoon-ah?” You ask him as he trudges into class. Your head is cocked to the side slightly and your eyes are a little too wide and questioning for eight in the morning. Concern laces your voice and Jihoon only grunts at you.

“What’s it to you?”

“I want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself! Here,” you dig around in your bag before pulling out a protein bar and a bottle of water, “you need to keep your energy up. Get more sleep too. Sometimes it gets to a point where your work won’t be any good if you’re exhausting yourself. It’s also good to take a step back and come back to it if you get stuck.”

Jihoon doesn’t know how you do it. How you always read him so well and know what he’s up to. Nobody else knows that he’s been losing sleep over trying to perfect one single song for the past couple of nights, but here you are, telling him to take a break and come back to it later.

Jihoon glares down at the items you’re offering him. He doesn’t want to take them, he doesn’t want to give in to you, but he didn’t eat breakfast this morning and the only thing he’s drank for the past forty-eight hours has been coffee and energy drinks.

Reluctantly he picks up the protein bar and the water and a wide grin spreads across your face. Content, you sit back in your chair and start to get ready for class.

The protein bar flavor is his favorite and it makes Jihoon frown even more. He can’t tell if you meant to do that or not. It doesn’t matter, if it was coincidence or if it was on purpose, it would still annoy Jihoon.

It would annoy Jihoon the way your whole attitude annoys him. He barely was able to wake up and roll out of bed to get to class, but here you are, drumming your fingers against the table as you hum along to whatever song is playing in your earbud (playing in your right ear, because Jihoon sits on your left side). Your eyes are bright and you’re scribbling down the title of the notes the professor already has pulled up on the screen.

An hour and a half passes by and Jihoon has no clue what happened in class. He’s blinking sleep out of his eyes as you’re packing up your items. He stares down at his work space to see the protein bar wrapper and a half drank bottle of water. Soon a notebook is added as you slide yours over.

“I thought I’d let you sleep, it looks like you needed it. Don’t worry, Professor Chu didn’t see. Here are today’s notes. Let’s go to the library yeah? You can copy down my notes and we can study for the upcoming test as well.”

Jihoon doesn’t need your help, and he doesn’t want your company, but he still follows along with you to the library so he can copy down your notes. He’s being an opportunist, like Jeonghan told him to be.

You’re not stupid, you’re actually a great student, but concepts don’t stick in your brain as well as they do in Jihoon’s. Jihoon is effortlessly smart, the type of person who can do his work in one go and not worry about it and doesn’t have to study just to pass. So as you guys study you have to keep asking Jihoon questions about the content. He gives you short answers but you still thank him every time, looking genuinely grateful.

Jihoon is more awake for your guys’ next class. He takes notes this time and when he glances over at you he can see the way your brow furrows and your lips twist into a pout. When you guys are given work time he slides his own notebook over to you.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” he tells you. “It’s only because you gave me your notes earlier.” Jihoon isn’t going to let someone fail just because he finds them annoying.

“Thank you so much Jihoon!” You quickly look over his notes. They’re messier than yours but somehow more comprehensible than whatever is on your paper.

By the time class ends you understand a lot better and you have an unwavering smile spread across your face. You walk with Jihoon as he makes his way to the dining hall. He finds his friends at a table and makes a beeline towards them.

“I see your puppy is following you today,” Wonwoo comments as he looks up at Jihoon above his glasses.

“Do you even shut up Wonwoo?” Jihoon drops into his chair and drags his hands over his face. “I’m too tired to deal with your shit today.”

“Ah poor baby? Maybe your puppy will make it feel better.” The condescending tone drips out of Wonwoo’s mouth.

Jihoon is about to get up and hit the elder when all of a sudden a tray of his favorite foods is placed in front of him. “See you next class Hoon-ah!” You smile down at him before you make your way to another table.

You never sit with him at lunch, unless it’s on Fridays. You claim it’s because you don’t want to disturb his time with his friends or something like that. Jihoon just knows that he’s able to enjoy some time away from you. On Mondays and Wednesdays when you don’t have class you sit with your own group of friends at lunch. Jihoon doesn’t know much about them other than they’re underclassmen. Jihoon doesn’t get why you don’t follow them around but then again when has he ever tried to understand you.

“Hey do any of you know anything about the guys Y/N eat lunch with?” It’s Jeonghan who asks the table. It seems like it’s not just Jihoon who has his eyes on you.

“The big one is Kim Mingyu,” Wonwoo responds. Jihoon wonders how he knows more about you than he does. “The skinny one with the long nose is Lee Seokmin.”

“Oh I know Minghao and Chan! They dance with me and Junnie!” Soonyoung says excitedly.

“The other two are Boo Seungkwan and Choi Hansol. I have a class with them,” Jun tells the table. “The Boo guy is loud.”

“Hey, why do you even wanna know hyung? Trying to steal Jihoon’s dog?” Wonwoo has a shit-eating grin on his face. Jihoon kicks him under the table.

“Nah, just wondering if everyone else at the table is as much of a simp as Y/N is. I’m looking for a dog myself.” Jihoon kicks Jeonghan as well. 

You and Jihoon are at a music event together.

It’s an assignment for your Modern Music class to go to some kind of live music event and when you found a venue that was holding a setlist of up and coming musicians you invited Jihoon to go with you. The only reason he agreed was because he needed to get the assignment done and every other event he looked at was too expensive or too far away. He truly doesn’t know how you somehow found this one. The bands aren’t bad either, which is a plus.

“So what do you think?” You ask him as the stage is being set up for the next group. The venue is busy but not packed. Just enough people to call it successful but not too much that it’s overwhelming.

“It’s good. I liked the third band the best.”

“Oh the ones with the cool keyboard solo in the middle! Me too, I like when instruments get to shine as well as the vocals.” The sparkle is back in your eye but this it’s not aimed towards Jihoon, but rather towards talking about your interests. He’s seen you like this before, when you get going about an anime you’ve recently watched or when you’ve tried a new food you particularly liked.

“Here. You should hydrate.” Jihoon shoves a water bottle into your hands. He tells himself it's so he can get you to shut up.

“Ah, thank you Hoon-ah!” You take the water and pop the cap, downing three-fourths of the bottle in one go. “Oh look, it’s the next band!”

Once the setlist is finished and things seem to be winding down at the venue you somehow convince Jihoon to get dinner with you. You two slide into a booth at a hole in the wall pizza place and you two order before you let out a small yawn.

“Tonight was nice, but now I’m tired.” You’re hot and sweaty and tired and a little overstimulated from the venue but you’re hungry and the pizzeria is air conditioned so you’re not going to miss this chance to hang out with Jihoon.

“It was nice. It’s nice to go and listen to music live,” Jihoon says. “Thank you for inviting me. I liked listening to the smaller artists, it’s good to get out and support them.”

Your head is resting against the wall of the building but you perk up when you hear the compliment from Jihoon. You’re about to respond but your pizza is being brought to the table and your mind forgets to respond in turn to scarf down your dinner.

You’re able to finish a whole pizza together but your night doesn’t seem to be over because as you sit back in your chair Jihoon is talking. “Let's go get drinks.”

“What?”

“There’s a bar around the corner. I want to get a drink. Are you coming with?” You guys have a class tomorrow but it doesn’t start until noon. You’ve never heard Jihoon ask you to hang out so this surprises you.

“Y-yeah! Just let me pay.” You dig around in your pocket to grab your wallet. You find the money but Jihoon is frowning at you.

“Wait, let me split the cost.”

“Oh it’s no big deal!” You wave him off as you set your card down for the waiter to come get. “I want to, okay? You deserve to be treated to something nice every once and a while, even if it is just pizza.” You wink at him.

Jihoon wants to protest more but he knows you’ll just be stubborn about it. It’s exactly like what Jeonghan keeps going on about, how you’ll do anything for Jihoon. It’s annoying and there has to be something better to spend your time and money and efforts on. 

You two walk down the street to the bar and when you walk in it’s unbusy as it is Thursday night. You take a seat at the bar and Jihoon orders a cojinganmek. You don’t drink much but you order a beer for you to nurse throughout the night.

Idle conversation passes between you two as Jihoon continues to drink more and more. Drunk Jihoon is a lot looser than Sober Jihoon. He laughs at your drinks more, is more receptive to your touch, and is more attentive to what you are saying. His eyes bore into you admiringly as you talk about the latest antics of your roommates.

When Jihoon is finished with his second glass and is thoroughly wasted you decide it’s time to bring him home. You pay the bill and then help Jihoon stand. He’s a bit wobbly so you support his weight with an arm around his waist and his own arm thrown around your shoulder.

You order a Lyft which says it will take ten minutes to get to you. You and Jihoon sit on the curb by the bar and Jihoon slumps his body into yours.

“It’s cold,” Jihoon slurs out.

“Here.” You tug your hoodie off your body and help him struggle into it. His eyes close softly at the warmth and he leans back into you.

“You’re too nice to me Y/Nnie,” Jihoon mumbles. 

“Mmm is that a bad thing? Everyone needs kindness in their life.” Your hand plays with his dark locks as he snuggles his face into your neck.

Jihoon doesn’t respond and you think he’s falling asleep from the way his breathing steadies. When the Lyft pulls up you shake him awake and help him into the car. He lays his head down in your lap as you guys ride back to campus. You hum along to the radio and you rub Jihoon’s back until the Lyft is stopping and you have to help him out of the car.

“Come on Hoon-ah. You need to get to bed.” You dig around in his pockets until you find his ID card and his room key. You’re able to wrestle him into the elevator and to his dorm room. You struggle with Jihoon dangling off you as you try to unlock the door. Luckily you’re able to open the door and then help Jihoon inside.

“Jihoon! You’re home!” Soonyoung comes bounding out of his room only to stop when he sees you. “Oh, hi Y/N.”

“Hey Soonyoung. He’s a little drunk, which one is his room?”

“Here you’re probably tired. Let me bring him to bed. Thank you for bringing him home.” Soonyoung goes to grab Jihoon but Jihoon bats at his hand only to cling onto you tighter.

“No! I want Y/Nnie. Get away from me.”

“Shhh, it’s okay. Let’s get you to bed.” You shoot Soonyoung an apologetic look even though Soonyoung thinks he should be the one apologizing. Soonyoung just silently points to Jihoon’s room and you quietly thank him.

You help Jihoon lay down but he’s whining about his pants so you help him take his jeans off and he seems satisfied after that. You’re about to leave but Jihoon is grabbing at you again.

“No! Don’t leave me!” His fingernail digs into your skin and leaves a small gash and you hiss but sit down again, Jihoon’s grip loosening as you do.

“I have to go home, jagiya.” You tell him as you start to pet his hair again. The pet name slips out, but Jihoon only melts at it.

“Please. Just stay until I fall asleep?” He gives you big pleading eyes and you can’t say no to him. “Can you hum for me? I like when you hum.”

You comply and start to hum softly. Content, Jihoon settles down into bed, his arms wrapped around your forearm. Soon he’s asleep and you gently pry your arm out of his grip and close his door lightly.

“I’m sorry about him.” Soonyoung greets you outside Jihoon’s door. “He doesn’t normally drink.”

“I can tell. It’s okay, as long as he’s home safe.”

“You’re bleeding.” Soonyoung grabs your arm. There’s a long scratch where Jihoon’s nail broke your skin. “Let me get you a bandaid.”

Soonyoung helps patch up your arm and you bid a goodnight before you’re off to your own dorm to finally go to sleep.

“Ugh. I’m so hungover,” Jihoon groans as he trudges into the kitchen. Soonyoung is sitting at the breakfast bar drinking a cup of coffee.

“And who’s fault is that?” He quips.

“Shut up.”

“Is that a new hoodie?”

“What?” Jihoon looks down to see the large white hoodie he’s wrapped up in. There’s small black print on the front and Jihoon’s face flushes when he recognizes the article of clothing. “Uh yeah,” he lies. He can’t tell Soonyoung that he’s wearing your hoodie.

Oh god, what embarrassing things did he say and do last night?

Jihoon can’t focus on it too much though because he realizes he’s about to be late to class. He quickly throws on pants and a pair of shoes before he’s out the door. When he gets into the classroom the lecture hall is packed but there’s an open seat next to you of course, your bag sitting on the chair to save him the seat.

Jihoon picks up your bag and sets it at your feet so he can sit down in the chair. You look up at him as he does and smile at him.

“How are you feeling today Jihoon?”

“Awful.”

“Here.” Once again you’re handing him a water bottle, this time it’s accompanied by a bottle of painkillers. Jihoon gratefully takes the two items and pops two pills before downing the water.

When he hands back the bottle of pills he notices the bandaid on your arm, the skin around it a little red. “What happened to your arm?”

“You uh, scratched me last night,” you admit sheepishly. “It’s okay though! It doesn’t even hurt. Soonyoung just insisted on bandaging it because it was bleeding a little.”

Jihoon doesn’t know what to say. There’s your never ending kindness again. Always willing to let Jihoon off the hook for things, giving him everything while he can’t even spit out an apology. Class starts but Jihoon can’t stop shooting glances over at you. He’s lucky this class is just a seminar and he doesn’t have to pay too close attention.

When class gets done you pick up your bag and Jihoon’s and start to walk to the dining hall. Jihoon trails behind you, but you don’t mind. Jihoon is too focused on staring at you to keep up with your pace.

It isn’t until someone is calling his name that he comes out of his stupor. He expects it to be you but instead it’s a girl from one of his classes last year. What’s her name…Sujin?

“Jihoon! Hey. I haven’t seen you around in a while, but I’m glad I’m able to catch you. This might be kind of out of left field since we haven’t talked in a while but I was wondering...would you go out with me?”

The answer is no. Jihoon does not want to go out with Sujin. He’s just about to say that when he feels a hand on his shoulder. “Who’s this Hoon-ah?” Your voice is tense and curt in a way Jihoon has never heard before. You’re taller than Sujin and you look down your nose at her. The normal glint in your eye is replaced with a raging fire.

Sujin must get the message because she cowers back a bit. “O-oh, hello. I wasn’t- I’m just gonna go. Forget what I said Jihoon. Bye.” With that she scutters off.

Then with just the blink of an eye you’re back to normal, smiling cheerfully at Jihoon while you tell him to hurry up to the dining hall. Jihoon isn’t too sure what just happened, maybe some kind of possessive puppy thing that Wonwoo would make fun of him for. Jihoon isn’t too sure but the small voice in the back of his head tells him he doesn’t mind too much either.

It’s Friday which means both your friends and his friends have conflicting schedules so you eat lunch together. You dump the bags at your guys’ usual table (a booth hidden in the corner of the cafeteria) before you go to get food. When you get back to the table Jihoon is already digging into his large heap of food.

“Do you want something to drink?” You ask him as you set down your plate, but don’t sit.

“Water, please,” he responds but it comes out more like “waarrr pweeze” because his mouth is full. You go fill up two cups with ice water and bring them back to the table and set one in front of Jihoon before you sit down.

You two eat in relative silence until someone is calling your name. Jihoon looks behind him to see the tall guy you usually sit with heading towards the table. Your face lights up and you stand to greet the guy. You guys hug and Jihoon scowls at this a bit.

“I thought you had class today.” You sit back down and your friend sits down next to you, practically on your lap.

What’s his deal, give Y/N some space, Jihoon thinks. He continues to frown as he goes back to eating his food, his appetite a lot smaller than earlier. Jihoon struggles to think of this guy’s name. Ming-something.

“Jihoon right?” The guy is now looking at Jihoon. “You’re Y/N’s high school friend.”

“Uh, yeah.” Jihoon wouldn’t exactly call you a friend but for the time being it’s easier to say yes.

“Cool, I’m Mingyu!” He holds out a large hand and Jihoon just stares at it. Mingyu gets the idea and awkwardly retracts his hand, but he doesn’t seem too upset by it because soon his hand is fiddling with your own. Jihoon glares at this as well. You can’t eat if he’s messing with your hands.

“Is something wrong Jihoon?” You ask him. Your head is tilted to the side again and it makes Jihoon think about how Wonwoo calls you his puppy. In moments like this he can see the resemblance.

“No, I’m fine,” Jihoon snaps. You recoil a bit at this, frowning, and Jihoon feels a twinge of guilt. It doesn’t stick though, because the big oaf is back to bothering you.

“Are you coming to the party tomorrow Y/Nnie?” He asks you.

“What party?”

“The one at Sigma Beta Tau.”

Jihoon knows what party Mingyu is talking about. SVT is the frat that Seungcheol is the president of. Fraternities aren’t really something Jihoon is interested in but it makes Seungcheol happy so Jihoon can’t complain. Not that Jihoon cares, but he listens for your answer. Just so he knows if he has to avoid you or not.

“I don’t know Gyu…”

“Please! C’mon Jihoon, tell Y/N to come.”

“Don’t drag me into this,” Jihoon grumbles.

“Well are you going to be there Hoon-ah?” You ask him. Your eyes are wide and sweet and Jihoon wants to smack that look off your face.

He’s about to spit out a it’s none of your business but your stupid puppy dog eyes are just too persuasive. “Yeah. You should uh, come too.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll think about it.” You shoot him a smile that’s too bright for Jihoon’s liking. With the conversation out of the way you smack Mingyu’s hands away so you can eat and Jihoon smirks a bit at that.

The smirk is wiped off his face when Mingyu decides to talk again. “Hey, is that Y/N hoodie?”

You and Jihoon both whip your heads to look at the sweatshirt on Jihoon’s body. Right, he left in such a hurry he never changed out of it.

“Oh uh, you can have it back.” Jihoon goes to take off the hoodie but you stop him.

“No, it’s okay. I have plenty of others. You look good in it as well.” You wink at him like you did last night and Jihoon feels his face get hot. Probably from the dining hall ovens.

Mingyu seems to notice Jihoon’s flush as well and glares at the older boy, Jihoon glares back. You don’t notice the tension between the two and Jihoon can't tell if that's a good or bad thing.

The frat house is loud and hot. It’s overwhelming and you can’t remember why you agreed to come. You weave in between bodies with a cup of soju mixed with some kind of fruit juice in your hand. You’ve barely taken a sip out of it and you’re just looking for a place where you can sit.

The upstairs front room is less busy than the downstairs living room and there’s a few empty spaces on the couch. Also on the couch is one Lee Jihoon. Right, that’s why you agreed to come.

You happily bounce over to the couch, a new vigor inside you now that you’ve laid your sight on the boy. You take the seat next to him and right away he turns to address you.

“You came.”

“Yeah! Kind of regretting it though,” you chuckle a bit. 

“Are you not having fun?” Genuine concern laces Jihoon’s voice.

“Parties just aren’t my thing. I get too overstimulated,” you explain as you fiddle with the rim of your cup. “Nothing against Seungcheol at all, it’s all parties in general.”

“Well come on.” Jihoon is standing and offering his hand out to you. You stall for a moment but then grab onto his outreached limb, letting him pull you away from the party. He tugs you upstairs into the restricted area.

“Can we be here?” You ask in a low voice, afraid to get caught. Jihoon laughs a bit at you.

“Yeah, Seungcheol lets me up here during parties, not worries.” Jihoon opens a door and pulls you inside. Right away you can tell the room belongs to the frat president himself. The room just screams CHOI SEUNGCHEOL.

Once inside you notice how quieter it is. You automatically feel a lot more at peace. Jihoon gestures for you to join him on the bed and reluctantly you climb on.

“What movie do you want to watch?” Jihoon asks as he turns on the TV and pulls up Netflix. You two settle on a random animated kids movie that’s saved in Seungcheol’s “My List” for whatever reason.

You remember you’re still holding your cup and you try to take a drink only to recoil back again. “Eugh.”

“Switch me.” Jihoon holds out his own cup. “It’s just Cola I promise.”

You give him your cup and take his, taking a drink and humming pleased at the taste of the sweet, bubbly soda. You look over at Jihoon who’s drinking out of the cup with alcohol and when he brings the cup away from his lips you nudge your shoulder into his. “Don’t get drunk on me again.”

Jihoon flushes at this and you pretend not to notice to save him from the embarrassment. “I promise I don’t usually drink, especially not like that.”

“Don’t worry Hoon-ah, I believe you.”

A comfortable silence falls between you guys as you focus on the movie. Without meaning to your eyelids start to droop and soon you fall into a slumber.

Jihoon doesn’t realize you’ve fallen asleep until it gets a little too quiet. He looks over to see your eyes closed, your mouth open just a bit as your chest rises and falls. Jihoon knows he shouldn’t stare but he can’t help it. You look so sweet and peaceful when you’re sleeping. Your features are soft and your normal demanding presence is replaced with one of being small and calm.

You stir a bit and Jihoon is afraid you’ve caught him staring but instead you just shift. Your head falls onto Jihoon’s shoulder and your arms move to wrap around his torso. Jihoon tenses up, but then slowly unstiffens at the way you nuzzle into him. God you really are just a puppy aren’t you.

Jihoon wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his side even more. This doesn’t mean he likes you, it’s just only fair that you get a good sleep after you let him sleep in class the other day. If Jihoon’s heart flutters at the way you cling onto his shirt, well he pretends he doesn’t notice it.

Jihoon is starting to doze off himself when the door to Seungcheol’s room opens and the tenant of the room walks in.

“Ew are you having sex in my bed?” Seungcheol shouts as he only saw two bodies on his bed before he squeezed his eyes shut.

“No!” Jihoon hisses. “Be quiet, they’re sleeping.” Your body has compacted itself even more so your knees are drawn to your chest as you hug Jihoon tightly.

Seungcheol slowly removes his hand from his eyes to look at his best friend sitting on his bed, his puppy curled up on his side. Seungcheol’s face softens at the sight before it turns into confusion. “Wait, I thought you didn’t like them.”

“I don’t,” Jihoon insists without giving any more explanation, leaving Seungcheol even more confused.

“Well can you get out of my room?”

Jihoon sighs. He really hates to wake you up. He starts off by removing your arms from his body. When he’s standing and fully stretched out he shakes you gently. You stir a bit and your face scrunches up before your eyes blink a bit open. You rub at your eyes and squint up at Jihoon and in a moment of weakness he finds you adorable. It only takes him a second to come to his senses though.

“We’re being kicked out. C’mon.” Jihoon helps you crawl off the bed. He supports your weight as you guys walk downstairs and to the front porch of the frat building. You’re still half asleep on your feet but you still have to get home. He then turns his back to you and squats down a bit. “Hop on.”

You don’t question it and clamber onto his back. Jihoon is surprisingly strong and is able to carry you across campus without a hassle. He’s about to bring you to your dorm before he realizes he doesn’t know what floor or room you live in. He’s not going to leave you alone though so there’s only one more option.

You’re fully asleep on Jihoon’s back by the time he gets into his dorm. He can feel your warm breath against his neck as he moves into his room. He lets you down onto the bed and pulls the covers onto you but as he goes to leave you grab his arm. Jihoon feels a wave of deja vu but he can’t dwell on it because you’re tugging on his arm.

“Can Jihoonie stay?” Your voice is quiet and shy and a bit slurred from sleep. Jihoon’s heart thumps in his chest. You’ve never called him Jihoonie before, it’s always either Jihoon or Hoon-ah. Normally he hates it when people call him the silly nickname, but he can’t help but like the way it sounds coming from your lips.

“I shouldn’t,” Jihoon tells you, despite wanting to crawl right into bed with you, stealing your body warmth for himself.

“Okay,” you mumble sadly. Jihoon is a bit surprised (disappointed) you give up so easily. Your hand doesn’t let go of Jihoon though. You tug a bit harder and Jihoon is bending down to meet your demands. “Thanks for taking care of me jagiya.” You try to press a kiss onto his cheek but you’re still a bit disoriented and it lands on the corner of his mouth instead and butterflies erupt in Jihoon’s stomach.

Jihoon doesn’t sleep. He lays on the couch the whole night, staring up at the dark ceiling. He doesn’t know what to do. How to feel.

How is it possible that you’ve wormed your way into his heart? When did he stop being annoyed by your presence and started to enjoy it?

Jihoon knows he doesn’t deserve you. He’s been nothing but rude to you, but you stay loyal. You’re so sickeningly sweet and Jihoon is more bitter than the black coffee he loves to drink. Every chance he’s given Jihoon is rude to you. He isn’t allowed to feel this way about you, it's not fair.

He’s still beating himself up when he hears the cry coming from his room. He’s up in an instant and at the door. His hand stutters as he goes to reach for the handle but he persists through when he hears you cry out again.

Jihoon’s heart breaks when he sees you. Tear tracks stain your face and your body is shaking as you cling onto the covers. You’ve never looked so meek in your life. Jihoon is at your side instantly as he reaches out to grab your arm with one hair and to pet your hair with the other.

“Y/N. Y/N, baby, wake up.” It barely registers in his mind that he called you baby, too focused on stopping your nightmare. You wake up after a couple more seconds. Tears are still coming down your face and you sniffle a bit as you look up at Jihoon.

“H-hoonie?”

“Hey baby, it’s okay. You’re safe now.” Jihoon pushes you over a bit so he can crawl into bed next to you. He wraps you up in his arms and you promptly bury your face into his neck. Your breath is still shaky and your hands grip onto him tightly but Jihoon doesn’t mind, he just rubs your back soothingly.

It doesn’t take long for you to fall back asleep, your face more peaceful this time now that you’re in Jihoon’s protective arms. He knows he shouldn’t be holding you like this, he shouldn’t be here laying in bed with you, but tonight, he can be selfish.

When he wakes up his bed is cold and empty and Jihoon can’t help but feel a bit disappointed. It takes him a moment to fully wake up and roll out of bed. Without thinking he throws your hoodie on and shuffles into the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen he sees the small blue sticky note on the counter. Scrawled in your handwriting is Good morning Jihoon! I had to run but I made you breakfast (it's in the microwave), text me if you need anything else! - Y/N ♡

There you go again, taking care of Jihoon. For the first time ever Jihoon feels guilty for taking advantage of your kindness. You had a rough night and you’re still the one waking up and making Jihoon breakfast. He moves over to the microwave and opens it to see a bowl of breakfast fried rice with two big slices of ham on top.

Jihoon is just digging into his breakfast when the door opens and Soonyoung stumbles in.

“What’s your problem?” Jihoon grunts.

“Hungover,” Soonyoung mutters before he goes digging through the cupboards for painkillers. “Spent the night at Wonwoo’s.” He downs his water and the pills before sitting down at the counter. The sticky note catches his eyes and he looks at it. “Y/N was over last night?”

“Uh yeah, after the party.”

“Oh good you and Y/Nnie are getting along now!”

Jihoon sputters over his words, not quite sure what he should say. “We, I-, it’s not like that.”

“Like what?” Soonyoung reaches over and steals the last bit of ham in Jihoon’s bowl. Jihoon is too focused on trying to figure out what he’s saying to yell at his roommate.

“It didn’t mean anything. I was just being nice.”

“That’s still a step forward. You’re never nice to Y/N.” Soonyoung’s words have Jihoon’s stomach rolling. Why is he never nice to you? When did he decide that your doting and kindness was annoying instead of sweet?

There’s nothing special to Jihoon or his relationship with you. You guys met in high school and ran in different circles but you would still regularly bump into each other with shared classes and school events and club activities. Jihoon never found you special, just another stranger he was forced to be around.

Back in high school you didn’t bother Jihoon much. It wasn’t until your freshman year of college that you decided to start following him around. It was then that Jihoon decided your constant presence was bothersome. Oh how wrong he was.

Jihoon’s eyes flit back down to your note. He opens his phone and searches for your number. It’s buried in his contacts and when he clicks on your guys’ text conversation his heart clenches at the sight. Albeit there isn’t much there, most likely because Jihoon has never responded to any of the messages you’ve sent. The last one is from over nine months ago, you seemingly giving up on trying to text him.

His fingers itch to text you, to send you a message, but he stops himself. He shouldn’t bother you when you’re out doing something. It’s not fair to you for him to call on you when you’re busy, because he knows if he does, you’ll come running to him. Just like a dog when their owner calls them to come.

The rest of the day Jihoon can’t stop thinking about you. About your sparkling eyes and smiling mouth and soft body and-

Jihoon is going to drive himself insane thinking about you.

It’s wrong. Wrong for him to think about you in that way. To think that he can have you when you deserve much better. It’s not fair for him to want you when all he’s done is push you away.

But how can he not want you? Want your water bottle offerings and your soft sweatshirts and your home cooked meals and your soft humming. What has Jihoon been missing out on? Your warm cuddles and the way you call him ‘jagiya’ and little handwritten notes with hearts at the end.

Jihoon’s mind is spinning. It seems like in a matter of a night he’s gone from hating you to wanting you to be his. He wants you in his life, he wants all of your quirks and your doting and your sickly sweet personality.

He’s been a fool to think of you as anything but amazing. All those times pushing you away, was it because he knew deep down? Knew that if he let you in he would be falling head over heels for you.

You practically already act like Jihoon is your boyfriend. You never scold him when he stays up too late but you gently push him to take care of himself. You always treat him right, letting him copy your homework when he forgets about it in lieu of a long night of producing. Nothing would really change if you became his S/O.

Guilt creeps up Jihoon’s back and bites at his brain though. He wants all of that, wants you, but he doesn’t deserve you. He’s been horrible to you over and over again and you’ve been nothing but nice. Why does he think he can get you now that he’s finally shaped up? All of his past relationships have ended in a big giant fail, most on his part. What if he does the same with you?

You need someone who can be just as sweet as you. Someone who will give you as much as you give them. It’s not fair for Jihoon to expect you to continue giving to him while he doesn’t know if he can give you the same back. But god does he want you so badly. What is he going to do?

The next time you and Jihoon run into each other is your morning Monday class, Intro to Music Business.

“Hoon-ah!” You call for him and Jihoon’s heart bursts at your smiling face. How has he denied you for so long?

Jihoon quickly makes his way to your side and without saying anything he pulls you into his arms. He buries his face into your neck and holds you tight against him. Your body stiffens at first but relaxes and you wrap your own limbs around him. Jihoon finds that he likes the smell of your shampoo, it’s comforting.

“Jihoon? Are you okay?” Your voice is low in his ear as your hands play with the hair at the nape of his neck. You and Jihoon have actually never hugged before and you’re worried something is wrong.

“Mhmm,” Jihoon hums. “Just wanted a hug.” He pulls away before sitting in his chair. You’re still a little dumbfounded but sit down next to him nonetheless. The whole class you notice how close Jihoon is sitting next to you. Normally he likes his space and leans away from you but today he leans towards you, his knee knocking into yours occasionally.

When you guys walk out of class Jihoon is about to say goodbye to you but you stop him. “Actually my next class got canceled for today. Could I uh, eat lunch with you and your friends? You can say no but-”

“Of course you can.” Jihoon smiles at you and your heart melts a bit. How is he so adorable?

You two walk to the dining hall where Jihoon’s friends are already deep in a conversation. You know all of them but you wouldn’t say you know any of them besides Soonyoung. Jihoon sits and you go over to the food area to get two plates before coming back to the table, sitting in between Jihoon and Joshua. You give Jihoon his plate and he smiles at you gratefully before digging in.

“Hey Y/N!” Soonyoung’s bright smile nearly rivals yours. “I have never seen you on Monday before.”

“Ah, I normally have class,” you explain.

After that nobody really pays mind to you. You don’t care too much but it’s a bit awkward sitting with all of the boys as they basically ignore your existence. If it wasn’t for Jihoon’s thigh touching yours you wouldn’t even be able to tell that anyone remembered you were there.

You pull out your phone to scroll through social media. You laugh to yourself when you see a funny TikTok about music majors. You look over at Jihoon who looks lost at the conversation going on so you nudge him a bit.

“Hoon-ah, look at this,” you tell Jihoon. It reminds him of a puppy asking their owner to play with them. Jihoon doesn’t mind, just leaning into you so he can look at your phone. He knows the guys are watching the way your heads touch as you hunch over the phone but he doesn’t really care.

Even after you guys are done watching the TikTok you wanted to show Jihoon, he still keeps his chin resting on your shoulder as you continue to scroll through your feed. Jihoon likes being able to feel the heat radiating off your body, absorbing your warmth for himself. He’s itching to just wrap his arms around your torso but he won’t let him, afraid to cross any boundaries and make you uncomfortable. Instead he opts to play with your hand, just like Mingyu was doing the other day. This is different though, this is him doing it, instead of that stupid giant. 

You both are finished eating and your next class isn’t for another hour. A few of his friends disperse but the others stay at the table, talking about whatever topic they find interesting. The table is down to just you, Jihoon, Soonyoung, Wonwoo, and Jeonghan when Seungkwan and Seokmin walk up.

“Y/Nnie!” Seokmin calls. You look up from your phone to see the two boys staring down at you.

“Min, Kwan! Hi!” You smile up at them and Jihoon swears that if you had a tail it would be wagging right now.

“You probably ate but do you want to come sit with us?” Seungkwan asks.

You pull away from Jihoon to look at him with big pleading eyes, like you’re asking him permission to go sit with your friends. “I don’t mind. I’ll catch you in class, right?”

“Stay in the dining hall and we can walk over together, okay?” You stand up and grab your back before shooting a smile at Jihoon. Jihoon watches you start up an animated conversation with your friends as you go to sit with them.

“Jihoon what the hell was that?” Jeonghan asks.

“It looks like the owner has gotten just as attached to the puppy,” Wonwoo teases. “Am I right Hoon-ah?” Jihoon glares at Wonwoo for ruining your nickname for him.

“Shut up, all of you,” Jihoon grumbles. He wonders if it would be weird if he ditched his friends just so he could go sit with you and your friends.

“Does this have anything to do with Sunday morning?”

“Oh what happened Sunday morning?”

"Well Sunday morning-"

“Who are you guys? Joshua? Shut up about Sunday morning,” Jihoon snaps.

To Jihoon’s annoyance though, Soonyoung doesn’t shut up. “Apparently Y/Nnie spent the night and then they made Jihoon a nice breakfast and left him an adorable note.” The other boys coo at Jihoon which has his blood boiling even more.

“I just realized some shit okay.”

“Realized what? That you’re done being a dick and now you want them? Yeah good luck with that one,” Wonwoo snorts. Jihoon glares at Wonwoo, but this time he can’t help but feel like there is some weight to his words.

Everything blows up the next Thursday.

To Jihoon, it’s inevitable, but it doesn’t make it any easier. 

You guys are at lunch again. Your friends are sitting at the table next to his so you guys are still close to one another. Jihoon keeps glancing over at you and every time he does, you’re staring right back. It has him flustered like a shy schoolboy. He’s never felt like this before.

The past couple of day’s Jihoon has been more receptive to you. Not as much as you are to him, but still it’s a start. At the end of the day Jihoon’s mind still spins thinking about you and his feelings for you. How much he’s infatuated with you, and in turn how much he shouldn’t be.

He’s started to text you, which is new, but nice. You’re actually texting each other right now. He can hear you giggling at your table everytime he sends something you think is humorous.

Everything seems okay, that is until Kim Mingyu happens. Kim fucking Mingyu. Who Jihoon has found, he doesn’t like that much, or at all.

“Jihoon-ssi,” the booming voice has Jihoon looking up from where he’s responding to your text. It’s the big guy who’s addressing him, a glare on his face as he stands.

“Gyu, stop.” Your voice is soft but Jihoon still hears you, sees the way you grab at Mingyu’s forearm to get him to sit back down.

“Stop fucking around with Y/N. We only know you’re using them, so just cut the shit okay.”

“Mingyu!” You hiss. “Sit back down right now.”

“No, I’m tired of seeing him play with your emotions and treat you like shit all the time. You’re the best person to walk this goddamn Earth and he can’t even give you the time of day!” Jihoon wonders how Mingyu knows all this. They’ve barely interacted at all, so that means that you’re telling him yourself how poorly Jihoon treats you. His stomach stirs.

“Do not yell at me,” you growl, “and do not talk about Jihoon like that.”

“Well then stop simping over him! He doesn’t like you like that!”

“Shut up Kim Mingyu.” Jihoon has never seen your eyes so sharp and glaring before. Your harsh gaze bores into Mingyu like you guys are having a silent argument through your eyes.

“Loyal and protective,” Jihoon hears Wonwoo whisper, that teasing tone in his voice again. That’s what makes everything inside of Jihoon snap.

Mingyu is right. It’s not fair of him to treat you like shit while you do nothing but give him kindness. You’re always so loyal to him, no matter what. You deserve something better. Someone better. Someone who’s not him. Jihoon has wracked his mind time after time wondering why you picked him, why you were always so kind to him and kept giving him chance after chance. Why do you never give up on him? It’s unfair of him to make you deal with him continually. Someone as precious as you needs someone other than Jihoon.

In order for you to let go, he has to cut you off. Hurting you now will be much better than hurting you later.

“Yah! Kim Mingyu!” Jihoon’s voice snaps both of your stares away from each other to Jihoon. “You’re right, I am using Y/N. They’re so pathetic thinking that I’ll ever like them back. Not to mention they’re just so goddamn annoying. The incessant bothering me and doting on me. I’ll be glad for them leave me the fuck alone.” Jihoon’s words are laced with malice as he snarls them out. Your body is cowering back in your seat, trying to make yourself small, trying to ignore the tears welling up in your eyes. “I pray for the day I never have to see Y/N again.” With his final words spat out Jihoon grabs his back and storms out of the dining hall.

His chest tightens as he does. His heart aches, making it hard to breathe. He tried to think about anything other than the words he just yelled. Other than the look on your face. This is what he’s wanted for years, so why does it hurt so much right now? He had to do it, so you can be happy. That’s what he tells himself at least.

Jihoon hates the way he can feel you missing from his life. You don’t sit by him in class anymore, don’t even look at him. It also makes Jihoon realize how much he relied on you. When he falls asleep in class he doesn’t have a way to get the notes. When he eats lunch on Friday your guys’ table feels a little too empty by himself. When he walks to class he misses the way you would blabber about everything. It’s not just that either, it’s everything.

It seems like the universe is out to get him because he can’t stop thinking about you. Even things that shouldn’t remind you of him do. Even the stupid cookie Soonyoung brings him reminds him of you. It’s your favorite flavor and Jihoon has to stop and think about how he knows that. How does he know that? Since when does he know you so well? All that time listening to you blabber about stupid things, maybe Jihoon wasn’t blocking you out as much as he thought he was.

It pains Jihoon’s heart. His mind keeps flashing to the pained look on your face before he turned his back on you. He spends most of his time in class staring at you, willing for you to look at him just once. You never do.

He misses you. He wishes you would come back. You can only kick a dog so many times before it stops coming home though.

You make an effort to avoid Jihoon, he can tell, and he doesn’t blame you. It doesn’t stop him from wishing you’d be by his side though. He just wants to see you. See your soft eyes and sweet smile.

Jihoon gets the opportunity, but not in the way he was hoping.

“Mingyu-ah!” Jihoon recognizes the voice but this time it’s not calling for him. You blur past him as you run to the taller boy and launch yourself into his arms. He catches you and sweeps you up into a big hug. You giggle as he presses quick little kisses into your face.

Jihoon’s whole body stops moving. When did this happen? Since when is Kim fucking Mingyu the object of your affections?

Jihoon knows. He knows he’s not allowed to have feelings about your current relationship, but the sight of you and the younger boy makes his stomach churn and his chest tighten.

Mingyu lets you slide down his front, your feet landing on the ground again. You stay on your tiptoes though, as Mingyu leans down and captures your lips against his. You hold his big head in your hands and his hands rests on your waist. The sight makes Jihoon disgusted. He wants to go and tear Mingyu’s hands off of you. As much as Jihoon doesn’t deserve you, neither does Kim Mingyu. 

“Leave them be.” The new voice makes Jihoon jump a bit and a scowl sits on his face as he turns to see Soonyoung. “Look how happy they are. Look at the way Mingyu loves them back. You don’t get to ruin that Jihoon.”

“Shut up Soonyoung,” Jihoon growls.

“You’re just mad because I’m right. You’re the one who denied Y/N for years and then chased them off. I don’t care if you’re suddenly in love with them or whatever you’ve got going on, but keep it to yourself. You’ve already hurt Y/N enough.”

With that Soonyoung turns and leaves, leaving Jihoon alone with his thoughts once again.

The next time Jihoon has to witness you and your boyfriend together is at another frat party. You’re all that’s been on Jihoon’s mind. He’s constantly at battle with himself, going between how this is better for you, but thinking about how much he misses you, how much he regrets hurting you. It takes all of his resistance not to text you. To stop you after class. To do anything to get you to interact with him.

He came to the party in hopes to run into you but also to try and get drunk to get his mind off of you. It’s complicated. He’s not even drunk though as he makes his way to the bathroom. He passes one of the hallway closets but stops. Jihoon’s stomach rolls as he hears your voice accompanied by loud kissing noises.

“Mingyu~” you whine. “Stop, we can’t do this. Not here.”

“I promise nobody will catch us.” The kissing noises continue.

“We really should stop Gyu. Doing this in here is…dirty.” You let out a gasp. Jihoon doesn’t know what happened but his blood still boils over it.

He hears you continue to protest while the kissing noises continue. Jihoon can’t take it anymore and he storms over to the door and throws it open. You and Mingyu both look shocked to see the intrusion. Mingyu’s mouth is close to your neck and one of his hands is on your ass as the other looks like it’s on its way down your pants.

“They said stop,” Jihoon growls. He grabs your arm and pulls you to his side. He puffs his chest out as if to scare Mingyu away, even though there’s over a 20cm difference between their heights.

“Hey it wasn’t like that, I promise. We-”

“Were just messing around? Yeah and what if Y/N didn’t take it as a joke? They already don’t like parties and now you’re crowding them out in a fucking closet-”

“Jihoon, it’s okay,” you assure the older boy. Your warm hand burns into his shoulder. “I know Mingyu wouldn’t do anything like that.”

“It doesn’t matter if it was just playful. You said stop and he didn’t. Come on, I’m walking you back to your dorm.” Jihoon turns and grabs your arm again so you can follow along with him.

“Hey, that's my partner!” Mingyu calls after Jihoon as he starts to pull you away.

“Too bad. Don’t follow us.” With that Jihoon pulls you out of the frat all together and closes the door in Mingyu’s face. He doesn’t let go of your arm as you guys make your way back to your dorms.

“What was that about Hoon-ah?” You ask the older boy with an exasperated sigh. Jihoon knows you’re mad at him, but he still relishes in the way you use the nickname on him.

“He didn’t respect your space. Guys like him are trouble Y/N. They don’t want anything other than sex,” Jihoon explains. It kills him to think about you and Mingyu in that way. That you guys are doing more than just kissing every once and a while. That Mingyu can put his hands all over you everywhere and that you let him.

“Maybe that’s what I want Jihoon.” The way you say his name is cruel and impatient.

Your words make Jihoon stop in his tracks. “Don’t say that.”

“Say what? That I want to have sex with my boyfriend.”

“That you want him to use you,” Jihoon snaps. “You deserve better than that.”

“Like you? Last time I checked you aren’t the most upstanding gentlemen either. At least I know Mingyu likes me back. Just leave me alone Jihoon,” you sigh as you push past Jihoon. He hates being treated like this. At least by you. Is this how you felt for the past two years?

Jihoon can’t get his body to move. He watched the way your back retreats, getting smaller and smaller. His feet are stuck to the ground and his throat is dry. Why can’t he do anything?

It’s not until you’re already inside your dorm building that Jihoon can find his voice. “I’m sorry Y/N…”

Jihoon thinks he’s hallucinating when he sees you crying alone on a bench on campus. It’s later in the evening and there’s a bite in the air but you’re in just a t-shirt and jeans as you sob into your hands. Jihoon doesn’t know what to do. Are you going to be even more upset if he approached you? But it would be wrong to leave you here crying all alone, vulnerable. He’s already done too many wrong things when it comes to you, so he decides to walk up to you.

“Y/N?” He gingerly rests his hand on your back and you look up at him. It reminds him of the night wherever everything really started. The night when you had your nightmare and Jihoon held you all night.

Jihoon wants to wipe your tears away but he stops himself. He doesn’t know if you’re going to be upset seeing him. “Jihoon,” you sob out. “I broke up with Mingyu.”

“Oh.” Jihoon sits down and pulls you into his arms. You sob into his shirt. He lets you. He rubs circles into your back, trying to calm you down the best he can. He ignores his slight happiness at the fact you and Mingyu are broken up. He can’t focus on it when you’re obviously in pain.

“I’m not crying because I broke up with Mingyu though,” you say through sniffles.

“Oh…well…why are you crying?” Jihoon’s words are slow and calculated, afraid that he’s going to set you off if he says the wrong thing.

“Because of you dumbass.”

“Oh.”

“Will you stop saying ‘oh’!” Your tears have stopped but your face is still buried in Jihoon’s chest. “You’re really stupid you know that.”

“Yeah, I’ve been realizing that lately. So…do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes. But I also hate you right now.”

“I know,” Jihoon tells you as he helps you stand. “Come on, it’s cold out.” He grabs your bag and throws it over his shoulder as he takes your hand in his. He guides you through the campus until he comes to his dorm. You don’t say anything as you ride up the elevator to his dorm or as he shuffles you into his room.

You automatically climb into his bed and bury yourself under the covers to try and gain your heat back. Jihoon scooches you over so he can climb in with you and you rest your head on his chest. Jihoon’s arms automatically wrap around you and to Jihoon it just feels right. 

“I already told you I hate you right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay good, I just need you to know that before I say the next thing.” You’re glad you don’t have to look at him because you’re not sure if you would be able to do this if you were looking at his face. “I think I’m in love with you. But I know you don’t like me like that. You probably don’t even consider me a friend. I know I’m annoying, and not just because you said it, like I know I’m annoying, and I’m sorry that you’ve had to deal with me for so long. I-”

“Shut up.” Jihoon tells you, his hand coming to play with your hair. “You’re not annoying, I’m just mean. You’re nothing but sweet and caring and the best person I’ve ever met. You do nothing but take care of me and in all honesty you’re way out of my league. Remember that night I got super drunk?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t drink, like ever, but god I needed a drink that night. Being with you the whole night made me feel some sort of way and it scared me. Then after the frat party I was completely gone. I realized just how amazing you are and how awful I’ve been.”

“That is something we can agree on,” you snort.

“And then when Mingyu confronted me I realized just how much I’ve been hurting you. It dawned on me that you are worth so much more than I was seeing and that it wasn’t fair for me to want you to be mine when I couldn’t even treat you properly. And I was scared. You’re so precious and what if I did even more things wrong and broke you to pieces? What if it didn’t work out? You never gave up on me, but what if one day you did, what would I do then? So I said a bunch of shit that I didn’t believe because I thought it would be better for you if you finally let go of me. But then it killed me to see you with Mingyu.”

“Do you know why I broke up with Mingyu?”

“No.”

“He’s been on me for months now about you. When you, uh, yelled at me, he was saying all this shit about how like he’s so much better than you and shit. He told me to give him a chance to see how I should be treated properly. So we went on a date and I love Gyu, but only as a friend. It just didn’t feel right for him and I could tell he was really only doing it to get back at you or something so yeah. I guess neither of our hearts were in it.” You’re not cold anymore but you don’t want to move out of Jihoon’s arms. Even if you wanted to, you don’t think that Jihoon is going to let go of you that easily.

“You deserve so much more than me and Mingyu combined. I hope you know that.”

“Do you know why I like you so much?”

“Because I was the only familiar face in a new place?”

You chuckle a bit at that. “No, but that didn’t hurt. It’s because you’re literally so perfect Jihoon. You’re talented and attractive and you have a big heart. Remember in high school when that dick dumped his whole tray of food on Sungho’s head and homework? You checked on Sungho first and then chewed out that guy for like twenty minutes. You’ve always just been so admirable and I was so excited to see you here and have the chance to get to know you, but I guess I went a little overboard. I’m sorry for any trouble I’ve caused you. If you really want me to leave you alone now, I understand.”

“No!” Jihoon sits up causing you to tumble off his chest. You’re about to scold him but when you look at him he’s staring at you with passion in his eyes. “I never want you to leave me alone. I love when we eat lunch together and when you make me study with you and when you tell me about your day. There was this warmth in my chest when we went to go see those bands together and when we watched the movie together in Seungcheol’s room. I know that I’ve hurt you and that I’ve been nothing but rude and dismissive to you but I want you in my life. I don’t care if you act like my dog all the time, I want you to be mine.”

“Did you just call me a dog?”

“No!” Jihoon yells in frustration, not at you but at himself. “Ugh I just- it’s this thing Wonwoo keeps saying. He says you act like my puppy or something.”

“Your puppy huh? I kinda like the sound of that.” You grin at Jihoon and he flushes. God the effect you have on him. “So does this mean you like me back?”

“Y-yes,” Jihoon stutters. Why is this so embarrassing to admit? “And I want you to be mine but you deserve-”

Jihoon is cut off by your lips pressing against his. This kiss is even better than the one you gave him the night you slept in his bed. Jihoon grabs your face automatically and reciprocates the kiss fully. Before Jihoon can really appreciate the kiss you’re pulling away from him, resting your forehead against his.

“Sorry for kissing you without asking.” You’re a little breathless, Jihoon is too. “But you really need to learn when to shut up. I want you Jihoon. Nobody else. You’re sweet, I know you are. We’ll work things out, okay?”

“Okay,” Jihoon murmurs. He’s staring at your lips. He wants to kiss you again. “Kiss me again?”

“And you say I’m the dog.”

“Oh shut up.”

“Make me.” He does.

“You guys are gross,” Jeonghan tells you and Jihoon when he sits down at lunch on Tuesday. You guys are sitting side by side, Jihoon’s hand rests on your thigh as you lean into his shoulder.

“They’re in love, Hannie,” Jun tells the elder. “Let them be happy.”

“I didn’t realize Jihoon getting a partner would mean he would become a simp,” Jeonghan says.

“At least I can get a partner,” Jihoon quips back.

“Barely,” Wonwoo snorts.

“Y/N! Heard you dumped Mingyu’s sorry ass. HA!” Your friends come bounding up to the table. It’s Minghao who’s yelling at you. You groan and bury your face in Jihoon’s neck.

“Wait! Are you two?” Seokmin’s eyes flit between you and your boyfriend. “Finally! Y/N’s pining was getting a little too pathetic.”

“Seokmin!” Your head shoots up to glare at the boy. You turn to your boyfriend. “Don’t listen to them. I really wasn’t that bad. I didn’t even start having a crush on you until like a couple months ago and-”

Jihoon cuts your rambling off. “You’re cute, you know that.”

You blush at this. Your stupid boyfriend can get you so flustered. He flusters you even more when he cups your face and presses a kiss against your lips. In front of yours and his friends. 

“Jihoon,” you whine when he pulls away.

“Come on, let’s get to class.” He grabs your hand and stands up. Your class doesn’t start for another thirty minutes but Jihoon wants some time alone with just you.

“Taking the puppy for a walk?” Wonwoo smirks. He knows that you know about the puppy jokes now.

“Walking my partner to class.”

“It’s okay Hoon-ah. Wonwoo’s just jealous he doesn’t have any game.” You smile innocently and with that you flounce off, pulling Jihoon in tow. When you guys are outside Jihoon stops and pulls you into his arms.

“Have I told you how lucky I am to call you mine?” He murmurs into your ear.

“Maybe,” you giggle, “but tell me again?”

“I am the luckiest man on earth to call you mine. I love you so much.”

“I love you too Hoon-ah.” You lean in to kiss him.

Jihoon happily accepts the kiss, melting into you. He can’t get enough of this. Despite all of Wonwoo’s teasing, it's all worth it. His puppy dog partner.

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