Chapter 1: Mornings With You
Summary:
Soonyoung and Jihoon spending their lazy mornings with each other
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Soonyoung is, by no means, a heavy sleeper.
This morning feels different though. For one thing, his limbs feel like they’ve been soaked into cement, weighing his body down indefinitely and making him feel unusually more exhausted than he normally feels on any other day. This wouldn’t be so abnormal had it not been for his gruesome practice yesterday―“gruesome” meaning having to teach little children how to start locking and popping their bodies. It was a lot more difficult than he originally expected.
More often than not―which is pretty often―he’s usually the one to wake up first between him and his husband. While he usually doesn’t mind sleeping in, it’s rather easier for him to wake his body up at 8 a.m. rather than 12 in the afternoon, and within those three hours it takes for Jihoon to wake up, Soonyoung spends every precious minute just admiring him and ignoring his rumbling stomach.
So yes, Soonyoung is, by no means, a heavy sleeper. Whipped is what he is, but he already knew that long before he and Jihoon started dating.
This morning seems to be an exception to his non heavy sleeper agenda though, because he definitely knows he’s not the one humming quietly, nor is he the one tracing patterns on his own chest. He must still be dreaming, or maybe his exhaustion is only now kicking in and making him hallucinate things he can only dream of.
Opening his eyes, Soonyoung blinks away the bleariness. For some reason, something inside him is telling him not to move, to wait a little while and just lay there for a moment. When his eyes flicker down silently, he understands why, and can’t help it when a smile curls on the edges of his lips when he realizes that no―it definitely isn’t him humming or tracing patterns on his own chest, because yes―that is his Jihoonie doing all those said actions.
And if he does this every time he wakes up first, Soonyoung thinks fondly, chest tingling at the thought, then what?
He watches the crown of Jihoon’s head, trying not too move too much as his husband continues sliding his finger across his chest. He must’ve slept longer than Jihoon if the latter woke up before him. Out of them two, Jihoon is the heavier sleeper, and it’s not really a surprise to anyone who knows Jihoon considering he stays up late to compose and produce songs. It’s almost natural for him at this point.
Soonyoung slowly and quietly turns his head to peer over at the alarm clock. 11:26 a.m.
He hopes Jihoon won’t be able to sense the movement considering he wants to cherish this moment for a bit. His husband doesn’t usually show this soft side of his. In fact, he always denies he even has one in the first place, but Soonyoung knows better. He knows Jihoon expresses his love differently than most people, but it’s okay, because it’s in rare times like these that prove to Soonyoung that yes―Jihoon loves him through and through.
He watches Jihoon for a few more moments, admiring the his left eye mole and the curve of his nose, his thin pink lips pursing as he hums. Soonyoung wishes he were singing instead; he loves hearing his husband sing, thinks the world has been blessed the moment Jihoon opened his mouth and created lyrics and melodies for everyone to hear.
Yeah, he’s whipped.
“It’s unhealthy how much I love you,” Jihoon murmurs suddenly, voice so soft and gentle. The ring on his finger glints, and Soonyoung―
Soonyoung loves him so damn much.
He finally gives into his weak self-restraint and grabs Jihoon’s hand in his, twisting his wrist and bringing their hands up so he can press a kiss to the cold metal band on Jihoon’s finger.
“Jihoonie,” he murmurs huskily, watching fondly as his husband lets out a squeak of surprise at the sudden movement, burying his head in Soonyoung’s chest to hide a blush that’s beginning to stain his ears. “Jihoonie...what are you doing? You’re awake before me."
Jihoon doesn’t raise his head from Soonyoung’s chest, but Soonyoung doesn’t need to see his face to know that he’s scowling. His lips curl up in amusement as Jihoon snatches his hand away and rolls to the other side of the bed, looking embarrassed.
He’s adorable, Soonyoung thinks to himself.
“How long have you been awake, you sneaky fucker?” Jihoon hisses instead, as grumpy as ever and a startling contrast to how he’d just acted earlier. “Don’t you ever do that again!"
Even with the sun glaring at him from behind Jihoon, Soonyoung can clearly see his husband’s pink face. While most people would be hurt by Jihoon’s actions and name calling, Soonyoung’s mind reacts a little differently—he feels proud to make Jihoon blush like that. Perhaps all those years of friendship and mutual pining made him immune to Jihoon’s gestures, and now he knows all of these are just Jihoon’s unusual acts of showing his love.
“Jihoonie,” Soonyoung repeats, now whining a little. He ignores Jihoon’s question. “Come back here. The bed is cold, and I haven’t had my fill of my daily morning cuddles."
He rolls over and attempts to grab at Jihoon’s shirt to tug him back to their bed, but Jihoon dodges his hand and backs away quickly. He’s still got that adorable scowl on his face, crossing his arms as he gives Soonyoung a glare that could rival the sun’s own.
“You’ve had enough cuddles,” Jihoon scoffs, smacking Soonyoung’s hand away when he tries to reach for him again.
Soonyoung pouts. “It was clear that you haven’t had enough though,” he points out, referring to Jihoon’s affectionate actions earlier. He grins when Jihoon starts turning pink again. “Come here."
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jihoon scoffs again, even rolling his eyes. “My affection meter is very limited and it’s at its peak right now. I don’t need any more cuddles. You must’ve still been dreaming or something."
He’s trying his best to look annoyed, but Soonyoung can see him trying to turn his head to hide his smile. He inevitably fails though, when Soonyoung catches sight of his pretty smile from the mirror. They make eye contact through the mirror, and Soonyoung only quirks an eyebrow before Jihoon is groaning in defeat, still smiling.
“I hate you,” he says, glaring at Soonyoung with a smile.
Soonyoung bursts out laughing. “I doubt it. I literally heard ‘it’s unhealthy how much I love you’ come from your lips. Don’t even try denying it, Jihoonie. You love me so much. Maybe I should keep waking up late just to hear you say these kinds of things."
Jihoon scowls at him. “In your dreams,” he says. “Literally."
Soonyoung peers at him lazily. “Come heeeeeere,” he drawls, beckoning Jihoon with his hand. “Cuddles. Now."
“Whatever,” Jihoon grumbles. “No."
“Yes."
”No."
“Yes. Come here or I’ll haul your ass back here."
Jihoon scoffs. “You? Haul me? You’re a weakling compared to me, Kwon Soonyoung. I’ll be the one to haul you if you don’t get up."
Soonyoung rolls over and sits up, staring challengingly at his husband. They stare at each other for a moment, cat versus cat, a long silence stretching between them. Soonyoung can faintly hear a car passing by and a plane flying overhead, but all his focus is on his darling of a husband.
Then he moves.
Jihoon starts laughing as he races across the room to touch base with the other wall, but Soonyoung latches onto his shirt at the last minute and tugs him back into his arms. Jihoon is still laughing, squirming around in his arms until they’re both falling back into their bedsheets in a heap of giggles and struggling.
“All those 2 a.m. workout sessions have done me good,” Soonyoung says proudly, wrestling Jihoon underneath him until he successfully manages to drape himself over his husband’s back. “See? You’re no match for me."
Jihoon reaches down and pinches the inside of his thigh, and Soonyoung jerks with a pained noise. Jihoon takes the opportunity to roll them over until he’s straddling Soonyoung with a pleased grin.
“I know all your weak spots,” Jihoon chuckles, leaning down to mouth a kiss against Soonyoung’s jaw. “You are weak against me, Kwon Soonyoung."
Laughing a little, Soonyoung wraps his arms around his husband and leans up to kiss him properly. “Didn’t you know, Jihoonie? You are my weak spot. I am weak for you."
Jihoon crinkles his nose. “Sap,” he says, but he smiles fondly down at Soonyoung. “I’m not as weak for you as you are for me, sadly."
Soonyoung quirks an eyebrow at that. “Need I remind you when I dislocated my shoulder one time and you cried because you saw me crying? Or was that just a fever dream of mine? I also do recall you taking me out for the most expensive dinner in Seoul, and need I remind you that we didn’t have any anniversary of the sort to celebrate. You just thought you’d take me out because I was apparently working too hard―"
“That was all a fever dream,” Jihoon says abruptly, cheeks flaming red and lips turned into a scowl.
Laughing, Soonyoung leans up and kisses him again. “You love me."
“You’re an idiot."
“Jihoonie,” Soonyoung drawls, pinching Jihoon’s waist. “Say it back or I’ll horanghae you instead."
Jihoon snorts. “You horanghae me on a daily basis. What’s the difference if you say it now?"
“You’ll get kisses."
“I also get kisses from you on a daily basis."
Soonyoung whines a little, pouting. “Ji, can’t you at least indulge me, even just a little bit? I am trying to get a kiss from you but you are refusing me.” Sometimes it’s in moments like these where he despises how weak he is for his husband. Jihoon should consider himself lucky.
Laughing, Jihoon leans down and smacks a fat kiss against Soonyoung’s cheek. “Is my baby tiger happy now?"
Soonyoung’s heart stutters a little at the unexpected nickname. “You missed."
"Oh? Here then.” Jihoon smacks another kiss on his other cheek. “Better?"
“Jihoon."
“Fine. Here.” He leans down again and presses his lips against Soonyoung’s forehead. “Mission success, yes?"
Soonyoung sighs, rolling his eyes playfully. “Failed, more like,” he deadpans, puckering his lips. “You have horrible aim, Jihoonie. Stop teasing me and just kiss me already, brat."
“Did you just call me a brat? Hmph,” Jihoon harrumphs, crossing his arms. “I don’t think you deserve my kisses―Soonyoung!"
Annoyed, Soonyoung rolls them over and traps Jihoon underneath him, growling as he peppers kisses all over Jihoon’s face as punishment, or maybe even a reward. Jihoon splutters and squeaks, breaking out into laughter as he turns his head left and right in an attempt to get away from Soonyoung’s lips.
“I. Want. My. Kisses,” Soonyoung says, punctuating each word with a wet kiss against Jihoon’s skin.
“Okay! Okay!” Jihoon gasps through his laughter, pushing Soonyoung’s face away with his palm. “Jesus, Soonyoung. You’re so needy."
Soonyoung snorts. “Like you weren’t robbing me of my clothes last week? Half of my clothes have been stolen and oh―guess where I found them? On your side of the closet."
“Oh, shut up,” Jihoon groans, reaching up to squish his cheeks together. “Hm. Squishy."
“Jihoonie, you tell me that, like, every week,” Soonyoung complains, voice a little distorted from how puckered his lips are.
Smiling endearingly, Jihoon leans up and pecks at Soonyoung’s lips once, twice, three times, until he pulls him down to properly kiss him. Soonyoung leans down and presses their lips more firmly together, and Jihoon sighs into his mouth as they sink into their bedsheets together, content as the late morning sun seeps into their room.
Soonyoung softens the kiss with short, sweet kisses, until he pulls away enough for him to knock their foreheads together. He rests all his weight on Jihoon’s body and grunts a little when his husband whacks his shoulder in retaliation.
“Kwon, you’re heavy."
“Mhm."
They don’t say anything for a moment, simply breathing each other in and taking in the late morning breeze in the comfort of their covers. It’s moments like these where Soonyoung can just let himself ease into Jihoon’s warm and loving arms and let himself relax completely.
Why worry about his life troubles when all he has to worry about is whether or not Jihoon will pinch him again? Oh, what a lovely life he’s living.
“Get up,” Jihoon drawls, poking Soonyoung’s rib. “I’m getting hungry."
“Five more minutes,” Soonyoung drawls back.
“No. Now.” Jihoon says, pinching Soonyoung’s waist where he’s most ticklish. “I’m hungry.”
“Weh."
“Kwon Soonyoung."
“I love you."
“Get up."
Soonyoung pulls away and stares at Jihoon intently, a determined pout on his face. “No. Say it back."
“You’re an idiot,” Jihoon grumbles.
Soonyoung laughs. “Jihoonie,” he drags out, beginning to pepper his husband’s face with kisses again. “Come on. Say it or I’ll give you the horanghae. I know how annoyed you get when I say it."
Jihoon raises an eyebrow, not saying anything.
Soonyoung holds up his hands, forming two claws. “Horanghae, Jiji."
Raising his own hands up, Jihoon intertwines his fingers with Soonyong’s claws and confidently declares, “Wooahae, Nyongie."
Oh.
With a frustrated whine, Soonyoung buries his face in Jihoon’s chest to hide his red face. “Why do you keep doing this to me?” he grumbles, words muffled by Jihoon’s shirt. “That’s not fair. I’m supposed to make you shy, not the other way around."
He hears Jihoon laugh and feels his fingers card into his hair. “You’re unprepared for it every single time, Soonyoung. You think I’ll get shy professing my love to you?"
“Okay, say it properly then,” Soonyoung challenges, lifting his red face up with another challenging stare.
“I love you."
Like that, Soonyoung crumbles again, face hot with giddiness as he buries his face in Jihoon’s chest once more. “I hate you."
“You love me,” Jihoon corrects, chuckling.
Soonyoung sighs. “I love you."
“I love you too.” Jihoon lifts Soonyoung’s face up and presses a tender kiss against his lips. “Now get up. I love you, but you’re heavy and I’m hungry."
“Another kiss,” Soonyoung requests, puckering his lips again.
Jihoon rolls his eyes but gives in, pecking Soonyoung once.
“One more."
Another peck.
“Last one."
Jihoon finally gives up and relaxes back into the bed, giving Soonyoung another soft kiss. “Okay, fine,” he mutters against his lips. "Just five more minutes, you hear me? Just five."
Soonyoung’s delighted giggle is cut off by another deep kiss from his husband.
Needless to say, they don’t leave their bed until 2 in the afternoon.
Notes:
Whew, I think I grew a few cavities just writing this TT
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 2: Our Morning Shenanigans
Summary:
An inside look on how Soonyoung and Jihoon get ready in the mornings (read: late afternoons).
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Soonyoung and Jihoon’s morning routine often go a little something like this.
Soonyoung rises from their bed first, a solid two to three hours before Jihoon wakes up. His husband is a night owl, always working himself exhausted to the bone during the wee hours of the morning and waking up late in the afternoon. Soonyoung gets worried, of course he does, but if he told Jihoon that he stays up waiting for him to come home around 3 a.m. in the morning, his husband might actually kick his ass.
Sometimes, just because he can, Soonyoung will wake up and turn on his side just so he can see Jihoon sleeping. His peaceful expression as he slumbers is a stark contrast to his usual stressed out expression, and Soonyoung likes to take his time admiring the way Jihoon’s lashes flutter against his cheeks, lips parted and letting out little whistles every time he breathes out. Soonyoung is endeared.
Some mornings, he’ll get up from their comfortable bed in favor of cooking breakfast. Food is usually what prevents Jihoon from getting grumpy in the morning, and lord knows that he’s had his fair share of grumpy Jihoon.
Soonyoung isn’t a five star Michelin chef, much less a chef. He doesn’t really have the ability to cook many things, but he knows what not to do to burn their house down. While he may not be able to make black bean noodles as delicious as Mingyu can, or beef as tender as Minghao can, he can at least cook a decent breakfast to survive.
Soonyoung is in the middle of sizzling the bacon when Jihoon stumbles down the stairs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with a kitten-like yawn. When he’s finished attempting to wake himself up, his lips pull into a displeased pout as he peers blearily at Soonyoung, who stares back at him patiently, fondly.
“It’s cold,” Jihoon drawls, voice raspy from disuse as he trudges behind Soonyoung and wraps his arms around his waist, forehead resting against his back. “Why’d you leave the bed?"
Once Jihoon starts speaking, that’s when Soonyoung knows it’s safe for him to talk.
“Good morning, love,” he chuckles as he stows another piece of bacon a plate lined with a paper towel. “I wanted to cook breakfast today."
Jihoon mumbles something unintelligible, probably still feeling the exhaustion from his work. Soonyoung likes to gently coax him with questions and statements, until the hums and mumbles turn into coherent sentences and lazy chuckles. Jihoon takes a while to actually wake up but Soonyoung doesn’t mind. His husband is cute like this.
They have quiet talk over breakfast, usually bouncing ideas off each other for their work and giving each other suggestions and opinions about topics. They cuddle on the couch when they’ve finished brushing their teeth and cleaning the dishes together, watching some anime that looks interesting to them. Today’s pick is a movie called ‘A Whisker Away’ and Soonyoung can’t help but compare his husband to the cat in the movie.
“If you were a cat, you’d look just like her, Hoonie,” he says against Jihoon’s hair. “All snowy and fluffy. Maybe you wouldn’t have the blue eyes, but still."
Jihoon snorts, reaching round to whack at Soonyoung’s thigh lightly. “I don’t think so. I definitely act more like the boy. You act more like the girl. Always annoying."
“Well, you love me so I win either way."
Jihoon doesn’t retaliate, but Soonyoung can see his cheeks lifting up in what he assumes is a smile, and that’s all he needs to relax back against the couch and press a kiss against Jihoon’s hair. The movie ends without any further conversation between the two, but Soonyoung doesn’t particularly mind.
Now this is the part where things can switch up.
Usually without a schedule and nothing much to do for the rest of the day but to laze about, Soonyoung is usually in the mood for one of the two things: 1) bring Jihoon back into their bed to cuddle and have some quality time with his husband or 2) make love to him while they shower, to put it very bluntly.
Today, it seems like he’ll choose the latter of the two.
Soonyoung knows he has a busy day ahead of him, needing to choreograph a dance for a showcase coming up for his students and having to host a dance class in the late afternoon. He also knows his husband is a busier man, needing to finish two compositions and finish some arrangements he was on the verge of finishing last night.
The good part about being having careers in the creative department is that they don’t necessarily have a schedule to follow, because they make their own.
Needless to say, they’re both going to come back home terribly stressed and exhausted, and Soonyoung wants to take the time to make Jihoon feel good before it all goes down to shit later.
While Jihoon is washing his face, he sneakily comes up behind him and wraps his arms around the producer’s waist, subtly pushing his hips forward and smiling cheekily. Jihoon is still wiping his face with the towel but he sends an amused glare at his husband. Despite his expression, Soonyoung feels Jihoon push his hips back against him, and that’s all the indication he needs to know that he has Jihoon’s permission to continue.
Gently, Soonyoung presses Jihoon against the counter and dips his head to press a kiss on the base of his neck, then another, and another. Jihoon tilts his head to give Soonyoung better access, leaning his head on his husband’s shoulder and letting out a content sigh when the dancer begins suckling lightly on his skin.
“What are you feeling today?” Soonyoung asks casually, spinning Jihoon around so they’re facing each other, and pressing one, two, three kisses on his lips.
Jihoon leans up into him. “Slow and lazy,” he says, already tugging at Soonyoung’s shirt. “I have a meeting today and I don’t want to sit there the whole time with a sore ass."
“How unfortunate,” Soonyoung chuckles, swiftly removing his shirt and sweatpants.
Jihoon’s eyes instantly travel down south before he raises an eyebrow. “You went commando?"
“You didn’t feel it?"
Jihoon laughs, shaking his head and removing his own clothes. “I just thought you were wearing my boxers again,” he admits. “You stretched them out last time."
Soonyoung glares at him accusingly and slides the door of the shower open. “You went commando too,” he accuses, reaching over to turn on the water. “Besides, I only borrowed your boxers once."
“Twice, actually,” Jihoon corrects, stepping inside the shower and closing the door behind them. “You ripped the other one."
“We don’t speak about that. Come here,” Soonyoung huffs, grabbing onto Jihoon’s body and pulling their bodies together.
Jihoon laughs and leans up to kiss Soonyoung. They move slowly, languidly, and Soonyoung’s hand roams up Jihoon’s chest, his other hand moving down to slip between his legs and prod his fingers against his entrance.
“Do you need stretching?” Soonyoung mumbles against Jihoon’s lips, his other fingers rolling Jihoon’s bud between them.
Jihoon sighs into his mouth and leans into his touch. “Babe, we fucked last night. You think I need stretching?"
“Is that a compliment?"
Jihoon nips at his bottom lip. “Think what you want. Just put it in already."
Laughing, Soonyoung grabs himself by the base and slowly pushes into Jihoon with a sigh. His husband holds onto his forearms for support, reflexively tightening around him for a moment with a stuttering moan. Once Soonyoung is fully sheathed inside him, Jihoon relaxes, sinking into Soonyoung’s hold with another breathy moan.
When Soonyoung takes Jihoon, he does so slowly yet passionately. The hot water makes the air between them steamy, and the moisture helps their lips slide together more smoothly. Soonyoung thrusts in once, twice, then builds up a steady rhythm, swallowing Jihoon’s moans with fervor as he continues making love to him.
He whispers beautiful praises against Jihoon’s skin as he presses butterfly kisses against his shoulder, hand sliding down to caress Jihoon’s hip and keep him from trembling too much.
Jihoon returns all his loving touches with breathless gasps and resounding moans, nails digging into Soonyoung’s forearms. He leans his head back against Soonyoung’s shoulder, a little whine slipping past his lips as he does so.
Soonyoung can feel himself nearing the edge. He’s so close, and by the way Jihoon is clenching around him, he is too. His head tilts a little, baring his neck. Soonyoung instinctively latches his mouth onto Jihoon’s skin, nipping and sucking at the base of his neck as his hips move faster and faster.
Jihoon’s moan begins increasing in pitch as Soonyoung thrusts in once, twice—
Silence.
Soonyoung slowly takes his head out of Jihoon’s neck with a shaky sigh. Jihoon rests most of his weight against him, chest rising up and down as they both come down from their highs gradually. When the water begins to turn cold, Soonyoung carefully pulls out and holds onto Jihoon as his love comes back to him. Jihoon takes a moment but pretty soon, his fingers loosen their grip around Soonyoung’s arm and the haze in his eyes begins to clear up.
Soonyoung peppers soft kisses along his jaw, until Jihoon is finally turning his head to slot their lips together, another content sigh leaving his lips as Soonyoung cleans them both up. He turns off the shower shortly after and guides Jihon out, wrapping a towel around him before he does the same with himself.
They change into a fresh set of clothes that are likely each other’s but at this point of their relationship, it doesn’t matter anymore, especially not when they share underwear either. What does matter though is the way Soonyoung feels his heart squeeze when he sees Jihoon dressed up in his sweater. He’ll never get tired of seeing Jihoon in his clothes.
They head downstairs and leave their condo after making sure they have everything. Soonyoung drives them to their workplace and Jihoon sings songs quietly under his breath as he scrolls through his phone with one hand, his other hand intertwined with Soonyoung’s on the console between them.
Soonyoung parks the car once they arrive at the building, and they separate with a lingering kiss and dramatic goodbyes—which usually comes from Soonyoung’s end, of course. Jihoon indulges his husband to prevent him from making a scene, but he secretly likes Soonyoung’s clinginess though he won’t admit it.
Their goodbye is a little slower this time because Soonyoung won’t let go of him, but truthfully speaking, Jihoon doesn’t really mind.
In instances where they spend a little more time with each other, they like to spend every single minute together until it gets to the point where Jihoon has to earnestly struggle in Soonyoung’s hold because he’ll be late. Soonyoung will knowingly tell him that Jihoon sets his own schedule and he can sacrifice a few more minutes, but Jihoon likes order, and order definitely doesn’t come in the form of his husband. So with a disappointed sigh and a very convincing pout, they part ways into their respective buildings.
Truthfully speaking, their life isn’t always like this. Some days, Soonyoung will find himself driving alone because he and Jihoon have gotten into an argument the night before, and some days, Jihoon won’t give him a second glance when it’s time to say their goodbyes. Their life is no fairytale. They’re simply Soonyoung and Jihoon, living as any normal couple does and having healthy fights that only result in making their relationship grow stronger.
So yes, not everything has to be all butterflies and rainbows for their relationship to be strong, but this is only one of the many morning routines they go through that truly shows just how much they love each other.
They’re simply Soonyoung and Jihoon, two people in love with each other, and that’s all there is to it.
Notes:
Ahhh, I love Domestic Soonhoon so much ;;
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 3: Laundry Day
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon doing laundry together ft. Exasperated Jihoon and Confused Soonyoung.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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Laundry day.
Most people hate doing laundry, thinks it’s the most tiring thing to do. People who own lots of clothes regret buying those clothes when laundry day hits. It’s a routine thing, never changing; sort the clothes, wash the clothes, dry the clothes, fold the clothes, stow the clothes away. It’s a boring routine, but it takes ages to finish. For some people, it takes no less than a few hours, and for others, it takes days. Those laundry days pile up until laundry day hits once more, and they haven’t even finished the first laundry day’s load. It’s draining.
However, unlike most people, Jihoon thinks doing the laundry is relaxing. He likes to take his time sorting the clothes, likes to make a game out of it called Don’t Stop Moving. It’s simple really; don’t take any longer than a second to throw the piece of clothing into its designated pile, just keep moving. He likes the washing and drying process just as much, because he can spend thirty minutes doing absolutely nothing until the timer stops. He loves folding too. It relaxes his mind from overworking and keeps him productive. He doesn’t like stowing the clothes away though, he leaves that to Soonyoung.
Speaking of Soonyoung.
“Jihoonie,” his husband whines petulantly. He’s pouting as he holds one of Jihoon’s (it’s actually Soonyoung’s) shirts up. “Can you show me how to fold shirts again?"
They’re doing laundry in their living room. It had taken a while for the clothes to dry; it’s midday already. At first, Jihoon was supposed to do the laundry alone considering it was one of his rare days off, and Soonyoung had to leave to collaborate with some dancers. The latter had shown up unexpectedly early, told him the rehearsal was called off because one too many people had gotten sick. When he had seen Jihoon getting the clothes out of the dryer, he offered to help. The idiot had the audacity to say that he was a pro at laundry, but seeing him now...
“This is the fifth time I’ve shown you, Soonie,” Jihoon sighs exasperatedly, but nonetheless, he scoots next to Soonyoung and lays the shirt flat on the floor. “This is the last time, got it?"
Soonyoung nods hastily, but there’s a playful grin on his face. He rests his chin on Jihoon’s shoulder as the younger shows him how to fold the shirt slowly, making sure the dancer caught each and every detail. The dancer’s attentive, nodding after every bit of instructions given. If he didn’t have to show Soonyoung how to fold a shirt five times, he would’ve found it endearing.
“Okay, you’re on your own now,” he says, shoving a load of shirts into Soonyoung’s hands. “That’s the last time I show you."
“You said that the last three times I asked you, Hoonie,” Soonyoung says cheekily, giggling as he starts to fold a shirt. “I doubt it’s going to be the last time."
Jihoon pouts at that and he hates how right the dancer is. “Well, I mean it this time!” He exclaims petulantly.
“Sure,” Soonyoung drawls, grinning. “You said that the last three times too."
Jihoon scowls, but doesn’t make any further comment. He can almost hear Soonyoung’s smug look as he folds a pair of pants, and he doesn’t give his husband the satisfaction he’s craving. Instead, he remains silent.
“Jihoonie..."
He doesn’t pay him any attention.
“Jihoon-ah..."
He reaches for a hoodie.
“Hoonie."
Is this my hoodie? It looks a little big...
”Hoon."
He reaches for a rack and inserts it into the hoodie.
“My dongsaengie..."
Jihoon grimaces. Soonyoung knows how much he hates that pet name. “You’re only five months older than me."
Soonyoung laughs, and suddenly, Jihoon’s lap is full of a five-year-old. The younger can’t help but sigh exasperatedly again as the dancer grins widely again, looking up at him.
“You’re five months younger than me, so technically, you are my dongsaeng,” Soonyoung tells him.
“I,” Jihoon begins flatly, but nonetheless, he cards his fingers through Soonyoung’s red hair, “am your husband. It’s weird to be called your dongsaeng if we’re married."
“Jihoonie,” Soonyoung squeals, giggling like a school girl. “Ah, my heart still flutters when you admit it."
Jihoon rolls his eyes, but he can’t deny the fond smile on his lips when he leans down to press a lingering kiss on the dancer’s forehead. “You’re an idiot."
“I’m your idiot.” Soonyoung clarifies.
“Okay, you’re my idiot,” Jihoon agrees, then proceeds to shove his husband off of his lap, “so can my idiot be helpful and help me finish the laundry?"
“Jihoonie!"
Notes:
I’m a little less than halfway done with the fic that’s taking a long time to write, but here’s another drabble of domestic Soonhoon!
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 4: You Can Wear My Sweatshirt
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon wearing each other’s clothes.
Chapter Text
Quickies are self-explanatory. Quick preparation, quick sex, quick orgasm. Easy, breezy, beautiful.
Apparently, a quickie to Soonyoung and Jihoon meant spending half an hour fucking in the shower, and before they knew it, they were running late for a traditional monthly group reunion.
Admittedly, okay—maybe Jihoon was a little impulsive this time, but how could he deny himself the pleasure of being ravished by his husband when said husband came back from the hair salon sporting a perm? It's not his fault Soonyoung looks illegally good with his hair all curled and fluffed up.
"Jeonghan is going to kill us," Jihoon mutters as he steps out of the shower, dripping wet. He shoots a glare at his husband. "We're going to be late again thanks to you."
"Excuse me?" Soonyoung's voice is a little unclear considering he's brushing his teeth, but Jihoon can understand him anyway. "You were the one who practically jumped me as soon as I opened the door, my dear. And in my defense, you weren't complaining until now."
Jihoon reaches for a towel and pats his body dry, blatantly ignoring the crimson heat spreading across his neck at the reality of it all.
He's always teased Soonyoung for having horrible self-restraint around him but it seems as though he's equally weak for his husband all the same. Seeing Soonyoung with his forehead exposed is one thing, but seeing him sporting a perm is another. It's not his fault his restraint went downhill the moment Soonyoung opened the door.
"Whatever," he says, rubbing his face raw. "What time is it?"
"The fuck if I know." Soonyoung spits the paste out and rinses his mouth quickly. "Last I checked, it was 5:20-ish? And that was before we fucked."
Groaning, Jihoon pokes his head out the bathroom to peer at the alarm clock. 5:56 p.m. They did not have enough time.
"Well, let's just hurry up," he says instead. Turning back to Soonyoung, his eyes flicker down swiftly before he frowns. "Why are you still naked? Where are your boxers?"
"I don't know," Soonyoung admits shamelessly. "Our boxers are mixed together in the drawer. I can't even tell which one is whose."
"Just use mine."
"Jihoonie, your boxers can't even go past my thighs."
"Fuck your thighs."
"You ride these thighs."
Jihoon walks over and smacks Soonyoung's ass, then reaches up to plant a fat kiss on his cheek. Soonyoung doesn't even flinch, but Jihoon feels his cheek lift up beneath his lips into, presumably, a smile.
"Damn right," he tells him shamelessly. "Now hurry up. We're on crunch time."
"Yes, sir," Soonyoung hums, leaning down to steal a kiss.
Contrary to what Jihoon thought would only take the next ten minutes, it takes them almost half an hour to get ready. Perhaps this time, yes—it may have been his fault considering their clothes are just a pile of fabrics gathering on the floor. In his defense though, he couldn't be bothered to do the actual folding of the clothes.
"Ugh," he groans as he buttons his pants. He rummages through the onslaught of fabrics with a frown. "Where the hell is my shirt?"
Soonyoung comes out of the bathroom then, smelling of mint and still in all his naked glory. "Did you find it?"
Jihoon throws a pair of boxers at him. "No. Wear those."
Pouting, Soonyoung obliges and goes onto wear the boxers, stopping halfway above his thighs. "Jihoonie, these are yours," he grumbles, grunting as he tries to fit them on. "They don't fit."
Grabbing a random oversized sweater for himself, Jihoon throws another pair of boxers at Soonyoung. "There. Try those."
Soonyoung tries on the pair and successfully manages to wrangle it above his thighs comfortably. He gives Jihoon an affirmative hum, letting him know that it's his.
"Have you seen my blue shirt?" he asks, bending down to rummage through the pile.
"Soonyoung, you have, like, ten blue shirts. Which one are you trying to find?"
"The dress shirt with white stripes."
Frowning, Jihoon drops the sweater and asks, "Isn't that one mine?"
"It's my favorite one," Soonyoung pouts.
Sighing, unable to care less since they share almost everything at this point, Jihoon says, "Fine, whatever. I'll find your shirt, you find your pants."
In the mess of clothes they've managed to create in less than five minutes, they end up taking the next ten minutes trying to find Soonyoung the shirt he's talking about. In his right mind, Jihoon would never allow himself to take this long to find a stupid shirt, but he'll make an exception because it's Soonyoung's favorite shirt.
A whipped man he is.
"Aha!"
Jihoon looks up, neck aching from constantly looking down, to find Soonyoung holding up a striped dress shirt victoriously.
"I found it!" he says, proud.
Jihoon can't help but feel endeared. "So you did," he sighs, standing up and rolling his head to get rid of the tick in his neck. "Now hurry and put it on. We're—" He checks his phone and makes a squawk of indignation, "—twenty minutes late! Oh my god, hurry up and let's go. You have everything? Wallet? Phone?"
As opposed to the sudden flurry of Jihoon's movements, Soonyoung shrugs his shirt on casually.
"Wait, I'll go get it," he says once his head pops out of the hole.
As Soonyoung jogs downstairs to retrieve his wallet and phone, Jihoon picks up the sweater he snagged earlier and shoves the remaining clothes to the back of their closet. He makes a silent promise to fold them all later but in hindsight, he'll probably forget about it.
He pulls the sweater over his torso and smooths it down quickly, stuffing his phone in his pocket along with his wallet.
"Soonyoung, are you driving?" he calls loudly, grabbing the car keys from the drawer.
"You're driving," comes Soonyoung's echo. "I can't find my wallet."
Jihoon sighs for the nth time when he spots said wallet lying on their nightstand. Grabbing it, he hurries down the stairs and hands it to Soonyoung.
"It was on the nightstand," he tells him, ruffling his hair a bit. He checks his phone for any incoming messages. "Jeonghan hasn't texted yet so he's probably expecting us to be late like last time. Remind me to never have sex with you during the day of our monthly gatherings."
Soonyoung pouts. "But then I wouldn't get to see you wearing my clothes," he complains, reaching out to tug pointedly at Jihoon's (read: Soonyoung's) sweater.
Jihoon looks down at the fabric. "Is it yours? I just pulled on the first thing I grabbed. I'm not gonna change."
Looking pleased, Soonyoung helps smooth the fabric around Jihoon's shoulders. "Good," he tells him, kissing his forehead. "I didn't want you to change anyway. You look good in my clothes."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, my dear." The sarcasm that drips from Jihoon's tone is painfully obvious.
"Then why are your ears red?"
Jihoon automatically raises his hands to cover his ears, but Soonyoung only laughs at him and grins.
"Admit it, my dear," he coos at him, cupping Jihoon's cheeks and squishing them slightly. "You love wearing my clothes."
"And you apparently like wearing mine too," Jihoon says, tugging at the striped shirt on Soonyoung's body.
"I didn't say I didn't like it."
Scowling, Jihoon pushes him away, but even he can't deny the heat spreading across his cheeks.
"Whatever," he says stiffly, and Soonyoung snickers. "Point is, it's too late to change now. We might as well wear each other's clothes for tonight."
"But we wear each other's clothes anyway," Soonyoung says, matter-of-factly. "If I do recall correctly, you were wearing my gray shirt yesterday and asked if you could wear my jacket the week before. You are no victim here, my love."
Jihoon crosses his arms and looks away, not wanting to expose how weak the nickname makes him feel. Soonyoung just wants to get a reaction out of him, and he definitely won't give him that satisfaction.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, if that's what you're trying to do," he says defiantly. "You've worn my shirts before. I've worn your shirts before. We're married now."
Soonyoung sighs wistfully. "I love hearing you say that."
Shaking his head, Jihoon grabs Soonyoung's (read: Jihoon's) shirt and pulls him down for a kiss. "I know what you're doing. Don't think you can distract me again from going to the gathering. We have to go and we have to go now."
"Whatever you say," Soonyoung says with another pout, looking genuinely upset their time had been cut short.
You are weak, Jihoon.
"If we leave now, I'll consider being lovey-dovey with you at the restaurant." A small pause, then, "Yeobo."
What happens between this moment and the next is all a flurry of movements and sounds that Jihoon can't exactly decipher, but Soonyoung is suddenly rushing around and blabbering on excitedly.
"How many times have I told you not to do this to me?" is one of the things Jihoon catches amongst the series of mumbles.
"Fuck, I have my wallet, right? You gave it to me," is another. "Holy shit, we're late. Gosh, why didn't we leave sooner?"
They both know the answer but for the sake of time, Jihoon chooses not to say anything.
"Okay, okay. I think I have everything. Are you ready? I'm ready."
In one moment and another, Soonyoung stuffs his wallet and phone in his pockets and whirls around to look at Jihoon.
"Okay, let's go!" he chirps, threading their fingers together and hurrying them out the door. "You better not go back on what you said, Jihoonie! I'm looking forward to kissing you after every bite!"
Oh dear, Jihoon muses to himself, unbothered. Perhaps I love this man a little bit too much.
Notes:
Sorry this is really short, but there’s a decent amount of fluff in here. I’m a little more than halfway done with my fic that’s taking a long time, and so far, there’s 17K words, hehe.
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 5: Exercising
Summary:
Wherein Jihoon takes Soonyoung to the gym to work out, amongst...other...things.
Notes:
I don't think she'll see this until later but happy birthday to one of my favorite Soonhoonists, ate Ches! Haha, I hope you had a great birthday and spent it nicely with your family. Thank you sa kalat and karupukan, and more kalats and karupukan to come, hehehe ♡ I kinda wish I had a longer fic prepared for you, but my brain is not ready to write too much yet, haha >< Happy Birthday ulit, and I labyu!
Enjoy reading! ❤
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Soonyoung, wake up."
Soonyoung feels something tug his ankle and he groans, lazily attempting to use his other foot to bat away whatever is trying to disturb his slumber. The hand remains firm around his ankle though, tugging and tugging until he finally shoots up from the bed with an irritated groan and bleary vision.
He can see Jihoon's figure leaning over him, all dressed up in black. He turns to the alarm clock on their bedside and internally groans more when he sees it's two in the morning, which is way too early to be doing anything.
He loves Jihoon, he really does, but sometimes he asks himself why he decided to marry the little spawn of satan when he does questionable things at this hour.
Oh, right, Soonyoung thinks, annoyed as he rubs his eyes. It's because I'm weak for him.
"What."
As expected, his voice comes out curt and snappy. Jihoon doesn't flinch, instead challenging him with a glare and a cute huff. Soonyoung's heart melts as his vision clears, and he inwardly curses himself for being so in love with his husband. Not that he can help it; they got married for a reason.
"Let's work out," Jihoon says, more like demands.
Soonyoung immediately face-plants back into his pillow and bats Jihoon's hand away again. "Go back to sleep, Jihoon. It's too early to work out."
"No, we're going," insists his husband. "You're coming with me."
"Jihoon, no."
"Jihoon, yes."
"Hoon-ah, baby," Soonyoung croaks, lifting his head to squint at the alarm clock once more. "It's two in the god damn morning. We're not going to the gym at this hour. Go back to sleep and maybe we can go in the morning. Morning as in 8 a.m., not 2 a.m."
He feels the bed dip by his hips, and the hand on his ankle travels across the expanse of his back. "But yeobo..."
Oh, fuck, Soonyoung thinks, hiding his face in the pillow to prevent the inevitable smile from growing on his face. Damn you for being my weakness.
"Baby, no," he says, rolling over so he can breathe properly. He glances up at Jihoon and immediately realizes his mistake when he sees his husband pouting. "Baby..."
"Just this once?" Jihoon pleads, leaning down to peck, peck, peck at Soonyoung's lips. "Just this once, promise."
Soonyoung purses his lips to hide his smile. He always smiles when Jihoon initiates their kisses, because he's weak like that.
"It's never just this once," he accuses, pulling Jihoon on top of him and locking him in place, "and you know that."
"Last one then," Jihoon says with promise in his voice.
Soonyoung runs a hand through his hair fondly. "It's never the last one either and I know that."
"So come with me."
"No."
"Please?"
Don't give in, Kwon Soonyoung, Soonyoung thinks to himself firmly. Don't you dare give in. No matter how much you love him, it's 2 a.m. and definitely not worth your energy.
"No, honey," he soothes. "Why go to the gym and exercise when we can stay in bed and exercise here?" He wriggles his eyebrows.
Jihoon snorts and presses a hand against his face. "As amazing as our sex life is, we should really start improving on other aspects too. Like, I don't know...exercising not in our bed."
Soonyoung slyly slips his hand beneath Jihoon's shirt, brushing against the hard ridges of pure muscle. "I don't hear a 'no.'"
Jihoon chuckles but doesn't stop him from touching. "If we work out together, I'll let you fuck me."
"Tempting."
"How 'bout this," Jihoon starts, and that's usually code for I have a great idea that I know you'll agree to because you love me too much to say no or I have a terrible idea but you'll like it anyway because you love me too much. "I'll give you little rewards for every exercise you do."
Soonyoung quirks an eyebrow. "Like what?"
"Like...for every pushup you do, I'll give you a kiss," Jihoon suggests. "Or I'll kiss you every time you do a sit up."
"Give me something more tempting."
"I'll suck you off when you bench press."
Soonyoung coughs on air, bewildered and cheeks hot. "Jihoon!"
Jihoon stares at him, looking equally bewildered. "What?"
"That―I didn't mean like that!"
"What could be more tempting than a blowjob?" The question comes out innocent, but Jihoon's eyes are twinkling with amusement.
"Well―" Soonyoung falters a little. "I mean, that's an idea but we can't―you can't suck me off while I'm bench pressing!"
"You like exhibitionism though?"
"Well, I do," he says, a little shy, "but I'm gonna drop the bar on myself if you suck me off. You know I keep telling you that you give really good head. My arms will fail me."
Jihoon chuckles. “So is that a yes?"
“Jihoon―"
“Great, I’ll meet you outside in five!” Jihoon chirps, sliding off Soonyoung and immediately heading out the door as though they’d mutually agreed on something already.
Soonyoung blinks at the empty space where Jihoon used to be, then he lets out a loud groan and shoves his face back in his pillow. He counts silently, slowly, trying to convince himself to get out of bed with the promise of some hot, heated sex in the gym. How tempting.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he clambers out of bed with a huff. He gets himself ready, changing into a simple attire of a plain black t-shirt and black sweatpants. He washes his face and has just barely enough energy to wash his face before he’s heading out the door, grabbing his phone on the way out.
Jihoon’s waiting for him on the bench outside, already stretching his limbs out with ease. Soonyoung would be lying if he said he isn’t blatantly staring at the swell of Jihoon’s ass as he moves.
“Are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna warm up with me?"
Soonyoung flicks his eyes up immediately, catching the cheeky smirk Jihoon throws over his shoulder.
"I could help you warm up," Soonyoung says shamelessly, coming up behind Jihoon and blatantly smacking the meat of his ass.
Jihoon swats him away. "Tempting," he says playfully. "But I'm not having outdoors sex."
"Shame," Soonyoung says with a click of his tongue.
They finish stretching together within five minutes and it isn't long before they begin jogging down towards the gym. It isn't a long ways away but it still has Soonyoung feeling tired by the end of it. He'll have to work out a little more to keep up with Jihoon.
They arrive at the gym soon enough. Jihoon immediately grasps his wrist and takes him inside.
"So what are we starting with first?" Soonyoung questions, watching Jihoon take out a rolled up yoga mat from the cabinet. "Floor sex?"
Jihoon whacks him with the rolled up mat. "Stop thinking about sex all the time," he chides, rolling out the yoga mat on a space. "We're gonna do pushups and sit ups."
"Pushups and sit ups," Soonyoung repeats, watching as Jihoon gets into position for a pushup. "Why don't we just fuck?"
Jihoon looks up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Okay, get under me then."
"Wait, really?"
With one hand, Jihoon holds himself up and pats the space beneath him. "Come here."
A little incredulous but pleased nonetheless, Soonyoung gets on his knees and rolls his body over until he's lying underneath his husband. He gives him a cheeky smile.
"Hi."
Jihoon adjusts his position, giving him an amused look. "You really are so gullible sometimes, babe."
Soonyoung pouts. "We're not actually fucking, are we?"
Chuckling, Jihoon leans down and kisses him deeply. "Of course not. You're just here for motivation."
"Motivation for what?"
Jihoon raises himself up again. "So I can do this." Then he lowers himself to press another kiss on Soonyoung's lips.
Soonyoung hums, reflexively chasing after Jihoon's lips when he pulls away to do another pushup. "I think I can get used to this. I don't have to do anything and I'm getting rewarded for not doing anything."
"Oh, no," Jihoon laughs, shaking his head. "You are going to do sit ups with me."
Soonyoung can feel his abdomen aching at the thought of it. "Do I get kisses too?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe is not a definitive answer," Soonyoung grumbles, but he happily meets Jihoon's lips when he comes down again. "Maybe I won't do it." He's petty like that.
"Okay," Jihoon says simply. "That's fine with me."
Soonyoung gapes at him. "You're supposed to not want that, you know?"
"Well, if you're not gonna do it, then I won't kiss you. I can live without your kisses." Jihoon raises a challenging eyebrow and makes his point by doing a pushup and moving his head back slightly just when their lips are supposed to meet.
"Fine, then you won't get any kisses," Soonyoung challenges back, even going as far as to purse his lips.
"Okay then."
Much to Soonyoung's absolute dismay, Jihoon avoids kissing him for the next five minutes. He doesn't want to give in. He really doesn't want to give in but damn it, maybe he's getting agitated because Jihoon is one of the most stubborn fucks he knows, and he knows he himself is also said stubborn fuck, so both of them being stubborn fucks is not the most ideal situation.
"Gonna give in?" Jihoon taunts.
Soonyoung stops pursing his lips, which had gone numb a few seconds ago. "No."
"Okay." Then Jihoon leans back and pulls his shirt off. He resumes his position over Soonyoung and leans down. "How about now?"
But Soonyoung is a stubborn fuck. "No."
Jihoon's lips curl up. "Okay." And so he resumes doing pushups again.
Soonyoung doesn't dare look down. The second he sees the sweat glistening on Jihoon's body and dripping down the ridges of his abs, he knows it's over for him. It's difficult, but he likes to think that his self control has gotten a little better over the years he's known Jihoon.
But after another five minutes of not getting kisses and realizing that Jihoon may have better self control than him, Soonyoung realizes he can't go another minute without the feeling of Jihoon's lips on his.
The next time Jihoon does another pushup, Soonyoung reaches up, cups his nape, and yanks him down to press their lips together.
Jihoon―the damn asshole―laughs against his lips like he knew this would happen, and, okay―maybe Soonyoung's self control isn't as great as he thought but who cares when he's finally getting what he wants?
"Don't forget about your pushups, babe," Jihoon tells him, but Soonyoung shuts him up real quick with a sneaky pinch of his nipple.
"Pushups later," he says back, rolling them over and straddling Jihoon until he can freely roam his hands over his torso. "I want your dick."
"Why are you like this?" Jihoon sighs, but nonetheless indulges Soonyoung in his antics. "We're really having sex here? We'll need to clean up and be quiet―"
Soonyoung kisses him deeply just to shut him up.
"Talk later, fuck now."
Notes:
I always say I'm tired of writing smut scenes but here I am writing (slightly) smut scenes. I hate my brain ;;
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 6: In Sickness and in Health
Summary:
Soonyoung gets sick and Jihoon takes it upon himself to take care of him, but of course, not without some reprimands.
Chapter Text
"So..."
Soonyoung shrinks back into his pillow when he hears Jihoon's low drawl. His husband isn't even looking at him, instead wringing out a hand towel into a bowl. Somehow though, that makes Soonyoung's situation feel a lot more scarier. It's never a good thing when Jihoon expresses his anger like this, so—lackluster.
"I told you not to go out in just your pajamas, right?" Jihoon continues, voice void of emotion but disappointment. "But guess what you did? Oh, right." His eyes flicker sharply to Soonyoung's. "You go out in the cold."
Soonyoung feels the reprimand like a slap to his hot, sweaty face. He's like a child all over again, guilt and shame clawing at his chest as Jihoon's eyes glare relentlessly at him. As much as he hates disappointing Jihoon, he can't help but feel a trickle of amusement at how seriously he's taking this.
It was an honest mistake.
Okay, no. Scratch that. It wasn't.
Soonyoung thought—for a grand total of two seconds—that it would be fun to play in the snow, which, okay—that's normal. It would've been completely fine if he hadn't gone outside in only his pajamas. No coat, no scarf, no gloves, nothing. Quite honestly, he still isn't sure how he'd gotten sick so quickly. He thought his immune system was better than this but perhaps he'd underestimated himself.
Now he's stuck inside their room under a heaping pile of blankets. He's been getting lectured and aggressively taken care of by his husband for the past half hour.
Now, this would've been fine had Jihoon not been so angry at him.
"I already said sorry," he mumbles meekly, voice hoarse and sore. "Besides, I got my punishment anyway, right? Congrats, I'm sick."
Jihoon smacks his stomach and hisses, "That's not something to congratulate yourself for, you fucking idiot." He places the wet towel on Soonyoung's forehead and lets out a long, tired sigh. "You wouldn't be sick if you hadn't gone outside like I told you not to. Now look at you."
"At least it was fun," Soonyoung retaliates pettily, pouting. They've been going back and forth for the past few minutes and this conversation isn't going anywhere.
"Doesn't look so fun now, huh?" Jihoon snarks back. Before Soonyoung can say anything, he points to the bowl on the nightstand and asks, "Are you done eating then?"
Soonyoung glances over at the half-eaten bowl. "Yeah, I guess."
He watches his husband stand up to take the bowl. With a curt mutter of, "I'll be right back," he leaves the room and closes the door behind him, leaving Soonyoung alone to dread whatever demise there is to come.
Rationally, he knows Jihoon is going to take his temperature and probably make him take some pills. Irrationally, maybe Jihoon will walk outside to the shed and grab a chainsaw. It would make sense considering his stomach is starting to ache from the lack of food he refused to eat, or—as much sense as Soonyoung can make out of his sickness.
To his disbelief, none of that happens when Jihoon enters the room within the next five minutes.
"Jihoonie," Soonyoung croons, eyes zeroing on the almost offending item in his hand. "Jihoonie, my love, the light of my life, the apple of my eye, my honeybun, sugarplum—"
"You can say all the nicknames you can pull out of your ass, Soonyoung," Jihoon huffs, "but you will take this medicine and no amount of sickeningly sweet nicknames will save you from it."
Soonyoung wants to hurl. His stomach recoils at the sight of the purple bottle, ooey and gooey and yucky. Disgusting. He swallows hard, shivering when he tastes remnants of grape medicine burning the back of his throat. He scrunches his face up.
"Why can't I drink tea instead?" he croaks pathetically.
"You. will. take. this. medicine."
Well. That's the end of that, I guess, Soonyoung thinks sourly. "But I don't want to."
"Boo-hoo." Jihoon doesn't bat an eye as he pours the offending liquid into the small cup. He thrusts it towards Soonyoung. "Now drink."
Soonyoung pulls the blankets over his head. "Sorry, can't hear you. My eyes are covered."
"Wh—Remove the blanket, Soonyoung. That didn't even make sense. I think your sickness is making you lose brain cells and it's worrying me."
"I'm not coming out until you put that medicine back," Soonyoung responds, voice muffled. "I just need tea, not—not that purple goo. Do you know how gross that tastes? It's atrocious. Absolutely atrocious."
He hears Jihoon snort. "Who are you, Gordon Ramsay? Just drink the fucking medicine and it'll be all over."
"If only it was as easy as you say..." says Soonyoung mournfully.
"Stop being stubborn." Jihoon snatches the blanket off Soonyoung's head, exposing his husband to the cool air of their room. "It's your fault you ran out into the snow with no protection. If anything, you should be happy to be under my care—"
"I would be if you'd stop scolding me," Soonyoung mutters.
"—and—and—" Jihoon shoots him a glare when he hears what he said, "—now you're gonna have to face the consequences, so drink up." He thrusts the cap of offending liquid to Soonyoung, in turn making the dancer smush his head back into the pillows.
"Can we compromise?" Soonyoung asks pleadingly.
Jihoon raises an eyebrow. "If you drink this, I'll kiss you."
"As much as I would love that right now, I don't want you to get sick," pouts Soonyoung, groaning as he untucks the blanket from beneath his legs. "Jihoonie, it's so hot."
"Yet you want tea," comes Jihoon's flat voice.
Soonyoung grimaces. "I don't understand why you're giving me purple goop instead of pills, Jihoonie. We have bottles of Advil and Tylenol in our medicine cabinet, yet you have that." He gestures to the bottle. "I didn't even know we owned that thing. I thought it was for kids!"
"This one is for adults too," Jihoon tells him, tapping on the label where it reads '+18.' "So you're taking this one."
Soonyoung whines pathetically. "Jihoonie..."
Ignoring his whines, Jihoon unscrews the cap and pours the purple liquid into it, eyeballing the measurement. Soonyoung feels his stomach twist as the stench of grape medicine floods his nostrils. If anything, he feels more sick than he was before.
"Listen," Jihoon starts upon seeing the sour expression on his face. He holds up a thermometer. "If we take your temperature and your fever isn't that high, I’ll let you drink more soup instead of the medicine."
Soonyoung pouts, but reluctantly opens his mouth and lets Jihoon slide the thermometer in. He eyes the numbers going up on the other end of the stick, heart racing when it goes up and up.
92.8...94.6...97.2...99.7...102.4...102.8...shit.
Soonyoung side-eyes Jihoon, who’s busy reading the label on the medicine bottle, and he quickly takes the thermometer out of his mouth. He watches the numbers decrease slowly.
102.8...103.8...103.3...102.7...102 —
”Soonyoung, put that thermometer back in your mouth. I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work."
“Jihoonie,” Soonyoung whines, wriggling helplessly on the bed as he puts the thermometer back in his mouth, albeit a little grumpily. “I don’t want to take the medicine. Why can’t I just drink some tea?"
“Because I want you to learn your lesson,” Jihoon says simply, waving the bottle of purple goop in front of Soonyoung’s face tauntingly. “Besides, it’s not that bad. Just drink the water after you drink this."
“It’s awful,” Soonyoung grumbles.
Jihoon is about to retort when the thermometer starts beeping. Something in Soonyoung just dies when he hears his temperature, and the wicked grin on Jihoon’s lips doesn’t comfort him. “102.9. Looks like you’re taking the medicine either way,” Jihoon cackles, like it’s the most funniest thing in the world.
“Jihoon, no,” Soonyoung winces. He watches Jihoon grab the capful of purple goop, along with a glass of water from the bedside table. He has half a mind to run away and escape through the window, but it’ll probably land him with a broken bone, and he doesn’t want to face Jihoon’s wrath again.
“Here,” Jihoon says, holding out the cap. “Don’t even think about it."
“That’s just making me think about it more,” Soonyoung huffs, pulling the blankets over his head again. “No thanks."
“Soonyoung."
“Soonyoung is unable to answer you at the moment. Please don’t try again."
”Soonyoung.” There’s a moment of silence, but then, Soonyoung hears Jihoon sigh in annoyance. “Fine then."
The dancer waits for another minute, and when there’s no other response, he uncovers himself giddily, thinking he’s won. However, he lets out a surprised noise when he’s suddenly being straddled and there’s a gentle pressure on his lips. It takes him a few seconds to realize that yes, Jihoon is, in fact, kissing him when he’s sick. He slowly kisses back, albeit a little hesitant. He feels Jihoon trace his lips with his tongue, and when he opens his mouth to let him in, he feels something slide into his mouth, disgustingly sweet and grape-flavored. Soonyoung pulls back, betrayed as he watches Jihoon grab the glass of water and hold it up to his lips.
“Drink,” Jihoon says simply, although he looks victorious as he tilts the glass up. Then his face screws up as remnants of grape-flavored medicine coat his own mouth, and Soonyoung struggles to hold in a laugh.
A few minutes later, Soonyoung’s eyes are red and watery as he glares at Jihoon. After struggling to swallow the purple goop without throwing up, he doesn’t feel any better—whether it was because Jihoon had tricked him into getting the pill into his mouth or because he had choked multiple times until the damn medicine went down his throat, he doesn’t know.
“See?” Jihoon asks cheerily, setting the empty glass down on the bedside table. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?"
Soonyoung splutters in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? I almost died, Jihoon, and you would’ve been the cause of it!"
Jihoon rolls his eyes, but he looks amused. “You still swallowed it anyway. I’d say I was helping you."
“You tricked me,” Soonyoung sulks, turning on his side so he doesn’t have to face the minx. “I don’t want to talk to you."
“I’m sorry,” Jihoon chuckles, watching Soonyoung cover his face with the blankets again. He tugs lightly on the material, a smile on his lips. “Please don’t be mad. I just want you to be healthy again. I had to take the medicine for your sake, you know?"
“You tricked me,” Soonyoung repeats, and although Jihoon can’t see it, he pouts. “I’ve been betrayed by my own husband."
“Is that what you’re really mad about?” Jihoon can’t help but laugh. “That I didn’t really kiss you?"
Soonyoung’s pout deepens. “Goodnight, Jihoon."
Jihoon laughs harder. “It’s late afternoon, idiot."
”Goodnight, Jihoon."
Jihoon succeeds in taking the blankets off of Soonyoung’s head, and the latter is greeted by a wide smile from his husband. “I love you."
Soonyoung’s cheeks instantly redden and he whines when Jihoon takes the blanket away from him. “Jihoon,” he grumbles. “That’s so unfair. You can’t just—just manipulate me and then—and then try and be all lovey-dovey with me. It’s not gonna work."
Jihoon leans down, giving Soonyoung’s cheek an affectionate nuzzle as he repeats, “I love you."
Soonyoung sighs in defeat. “I love you too."
Jihoon giggles into his neck, tucking himself against Soonyoung’s side. “It’s always going to work,” he mutters smugly. “No matter what you say."
“I don’t know why I try to deny it at this point,” Soonyoung huffs. “You always somehow use your—your manipulative abilities to make me fall for your charms."
“You already fell for my charms long ago, idiot,” Jihoon retorts. “Besides, it’s not like I manipulated you. You just fell in love with me."
“Whatever,” Soonyoung grumbles, turning his head when Jihoon tries to kiss him. “No, Jihoonie, you’re going to get sick."
“I already technically kissed you earlier,” Jihoon points out.
“Well, you’re going to get more sick,” Soonyoung emphasizes, laughing when Jihoon still tries to kiss him. “I’m serious, Hoonie."
Jihoon holds his face between his hands and manages to steal two pecks before pulling back. “There, that’s all."
Soonyoung groans, but there’s a hint of a smile on his lips. “God, you’re going to blame it on me when you get sick, I just know it."
“No, I’m not."
“Get away from me, you heathen."
“Jihoonie, you kissed me first! I told you you’d blame it on me!"
“You shouldn’t have let me kiss you!"
“What the—I told you not to!"
Jihoon pulls the covers over his head. “Whatever. Goodnight, Soonyoung."
“Jihoonie, it’s late afternoon. You still need to take your—"
“I said goodnight, Soonyoung."
Notes:
I’m so glad this one turned out much longer than the last two. I’m almost done with my other fanfic that’s supposedly really long, I’m just writing the epilogue right now. It might be released next week, but either way, I’m excited!
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 7: Late Night Drives
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon going on late night drives ft. late night talks and Whipped Soonhoon
Chapter Text
Jihoon rubs his eyes tiredly as he finally stops at a red light. The streets are empty and it’s way past midnight, but it’s no excuse to break the law just because nobody’s around.
He and Soonyoung had been invited to Seungkwan and Hansol’s wedding. The two had finally gotten married after almost ten years of dating when Seungkwan had enough and decided to propose to Hansol, claiming that he was taking too long. However, he had been surprised when Hansol had proposed to him at the same time, saying that he was trying to figure out the best time to propose for about four months. Seungkwan had cried, to say the least, but their wedding had been beautiful and the reception was emotional. Needless to say, it had been a great time to reunite with everyone and catch up with food and drinks. By the end of the reception, everyone had gotten just a slight bit tipsy and Jihoon decided it was best to go home before Soonyoung could get drunk. (Drunk Soonyoung was a pain in the ass to take care of, quite literally.)
Jihoon lets out a sigh as the light turns green. Although he had a lot of fun reenacting his own reception day with Soonyoung, he’s dead tired and they’re only halfway back to their home. He’s a little grateful for the empty streets though, because he knows he’d crash into a car sooner or later at this point.
“Hoonie?"
Jihoon startles, almost cursing when he lets go of the wheel for a split second. He quickly regains his senses, inhaling sharply as he glances at the passenger seat. He lets out a slow breath, trying to calm his racing heart. “Jesus Christ, did you just wake up?” He questions.
“I woke up a few minutes ago,” Soonyoung says huskily, rubbing his eyes. He reaches down the side and pulls the back of his seat up so he’s sitting. He glances around at their surroundings. “Where are we?"
“We’re still a little ways away,” Jihoon murmurs, leaning back in his seat. “Halfway there, I’d say. Are you hungry? I saw a lot of convenience stores open."
Soonyoung shakes his head and stretches in his seat, sighing. “Just a little tired,” he confesses. “I didn’t think we’d be there for that long, and I didn’t think the venue was so far from the actual wedding."
“You know the diva,” Jihoon chuckles. “He only wants the best, and I guess it makes sense because you’re only ever married once in your life. Might as well make the most of it, huh?"
They’re both quiet for a moment, save for the radio playing softly in the background.
“Remember when we got married, Jihoonie?” Soonyoung asks softly, voice still laced with sleep. He turns in his seat so he’s facing Jihoon, admiring his side profile.
“How can I forget?” Jihoon questions, smiling at the memory. “You couldn’t stop ugly-crying during the whole ceremony."
Jihoon remembers their special day as if it were yesterday. They had been exchanging vows and according to Soonyoung, Jihoon’s vow had been way too emotional for him to handle. The dancer had tried to keep his feelings at bay but ultimately failed, and he ended up bursting into tears. Jihoon had continued, of course, smiling affectionately the whole time even as his voice wavered and his own eyes teared up. It was fortunate that Soonyoung had already said his vow because if he came after Jihoon, they would be stuck in the church the whole day.
When it was time to exchange rings, however, Soonyoung’s fingers wouldn’t stop shaking and he almost dropped the ring twice. Luckily, he managed to slide the ring on Jihoon’s finger after a few long seconds and Jihoon had done the same (albeit way quicker). They sealed their marriage with a kiss, and Soonyoung decided that he would carry Jihoon in his arms bridal-style. However, Jihoon was much quicker and surprised everyone by turning the tables and carrying Soonyoung in his arms instead. He’s grateful for keeping up with his workout routine, otherwise he’d trip down the aisle.
“Yah,” Soonyoung complains, swatting Jihoon’s shoulder. “I wasn’t crying that much."
“You were,” Jihoon laughs, chancing a glance at his husband. Oh, he’s pouting now. ”You got so flustered trying to put the ring on and almost dropped it twice, and when you finally managed to do it, Seungkwan yelled out finally!"
”Ugh, that was him?” Soonyoung groans, rubbing his eyes again. “If I had known that, I would’ve gotten back at him."
Jihoon laughs again. “Too late now. You should’ve done it when he got the courage to propose to Hansol."
“I know,” Soonyoung sighs, closing his eyes. He’s quiet for a moment, but then he says, “Let’s get married again, Jihoonie."
Jihoon quirks an eyebrow in amusement. “Again?” He questions. “Why?"
Soonyoung shrugs. “No reason. I just want to."
“Are you serious?” Jihoon can’t tell if he’s joking or not. Soonyoung could be unpredictable sometimes.
“More or less."
“What’s that supposed to mean?"
“I just want to relive that day again, real wedding or not,” Soonyoung murmurs, shrugging again. “I don’t really know why. I’d spend hundreds of thousands of dollars just to have another wedding and marry you again. I even told you when we were engaged that I’d marry you everyday if I could. I think my love for you is a little unhealthy but I don’t know, I think I’m just too tired to be thinking clearly."
Jihoon swallows hard because fuck. He can’t cry while he’s driving, but he has a sudden urge to just ― just take Soonyoung somewhere, just the two of them, and show him all the love in the world. He wants to tell him that he feels the same way, that he loves Soonyoung too much to be considered healthy, but he’s never good with words unless it’s writing lyrics, so he doesn’t.
“Who’d be our priest?” Jihoon asks instead, and his voice is wavering but he’s smiling. He’s getting emotional, eyes teary but he doesn’t care.
Soonyoung opens his eyes then, matching Jihoon’s own smile as he reaches over to wipe his husband’s tears away. “Joshua-hyung would be a good priest,” he says. “He’s always been a proud Christian."
“Ring bearer?” Jihoon continues.
“Hansol might fit,” Soonyoung answers. “Although I can definitely see Jun doing it too."
“Flower boy?"
“Seungkwan definitely. Maybe Jeonghan-hyung wouldn’t mind either."
“Caterer?"
“Mingyu’s always made good food."
“Who’ll be your best man?"
“Definitely Wonwoo. What about you?"
“Cheol-hyung, of course. Photographer?"
“Minghao loves taking pictures. I think he’d do good."
“And what about Chan and Seokmin?"
“They’ll be the hosts of our reception."
Jihoon can’t help but laugh wetly. “Okay,” he breathes. He feels Soonyoung intertwine their hands together. “Okay, when is our wedding?"
“How does next week sound?"
Jihoon chuckles. “Perfect."
It’s a last-minute event and they probably won’t go through with everything, but just planning it makes it seem all too real. Jihoon can already see everything happening, even with how absurd and impulsive they’re being.
Soonyoung presses a kiss to his knuckles, grinning. “Pull over, jagi,” he croons. “You’ve been driving for so long now, you should rest. I’ll drive the rest of the way."
Jihoon obeys and pulls up by a lone bus stop. They both switch places quickly and then they’re back on the road.
“Soonie,” Jihoon murmurs, grabbing Soonyoung’s hand and closing his eyes. “I think my love for you is a little unhealthy too.” He feels Soonyoung tighten his grip around his hand. “I love you."
“I love you too,” Soonyoung murmurs. “So much."
Notes:
Just want to make clear:
Jagi/Jagiya is a term Koreans use for each other when they’re dating. Yeobo is a term they use when they’re married, so with Soonyoung calling Jihoon jagi towards the end, I’d like to clarify that they are still married, it’s just that they’re reenacting the time when they were engaged, so it’s kind of a playful joke, hehe.
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 8: Nights Like This
Summary:
Just Soonyoung and Jihoon being heavily in love with each other (and asses) and saying one too many ‘I love you’s.'
Notes:
I wrote this as a result of Jihoon’s “Versace on the Floor” cover :]
Enjoy reading! ❤
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Soonyoung and Jihoon’s night routines often go a little something like this:
Soonyoung is usually the first one to arrive home, somewhere around 10 p.m. after a long, hard day’s work at the dance studio. His limbs are usually aching and screaming at him to take a rest, but he likes to take the time to make a somewhat decent dinner for Jihoon when he gets home.
Jihoon is the type to stay in his studio for long hours, and rarely does he arrive home before Soonyoung does, so Soonyoung likes taking advantage of the time given to him to pamper his husband just a little bit.
When he comes home this time, however, the kitchen lights are on and there’s soft music playing from their bluetooth speaker. There’s a familiar humming in the kitchen that Soonyoung is all too familiar with and he has to take his phone out to check the time just to make sure he isn’t hearing things.
10:16 p.m., his phone says.
A little cautiously, because hey—he doesn’t really know for sure if it’s really his husband in the kitchen—he sets his duffel bag down by the door and shrugs his jacket off, hooking it up on the rack. Padding softly across the living room and into the kitchen, he peers inside cautiously.
Jihoon is by the stove, stirring something in a large pot with a pair of chopsticks. He’s wearing a simple, plain white t-shirt and black sweatpants, yet Soonyoung’s never seen someone look so good. Even after all these years they’ve been married, even after seeing Jihoon in his worst moments, Soonyoung is always bound to find something pretty about him. It’s almost like a natural instinct at this point.
Jihoon finally looks up from whatever he’s stirring and jumps a little when he sees Soonyoung peeking at him from behind the wall.
“Jesus christ,” he breathes, rubbing a hand over his chest. “You idiot. When did you get home?"
Soonyoung finally takes a step forward and tilts his head at him. “Who are you and how did you break in?” he demands, placing his hands on his hips.
Jihoon narrows his eyes in confusion but nonetheless returns his attention back to the pot. “What the hell are you talking about?” he scoffs. “I used the keys, of course. Duh. Are you sick or something? Maybe all your dancing is exhausting you."
“My Jihoonie doesn’t come home until one in the morning,” Soonyoung says, but he walks up behind Jihoon and wraps his arms around him in a back hug. He peers over at the digital clock on the stove. “You are not my Jihoonie."
Jihoon snorts. “Then whose Jihoonie am I?"
Soonyoung shrugs. “Still mine but maybe a Jihoonie in an alternate universe,” he says, and Jihoon chuckles a little, shaking his head. “Anyway, what brings you home so early? And what’s that you’re cooking?"
“I finally finished all the compositions I need to for the rest of the week,” Jihoon explains. “I’m caught up with arrangements too, so I can finally come home early for the rest of this month. Beomju-hyung gave me the clear and talked with management, and the rest of my schedule for the next month won’t be as busy either since I’ve been making songs in my free time.” He pauses, reaching over to season the water with salt. “Oh, and I’m cooking udon."
Soonyoung feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. “Oh, that’s good,” he says, pressing a kiss on Jihoon’s nape. “I think you’ve been too busy lately. You always come home so late, I’m getting worried. I feel so lonely all the time. Even if we see each other everyday, it’s only ever for a brief moment before you disappear on me again."
The lonely part was only meant to be joking but it seems as though Jihoon took it seriously.
“I know, I’m sorry,” Jihoon sighs, reaching back to thread his fingers through Soonyoung’s hair affectionately. “I know I’ve been stretching myself a little thinly nowadays but I’ll be able to spend more time with you now that I’m caught up with majority of my work.” He turns around and presses a kiss against Soonyoung’s cheek. “Thank you for looking out for me. I appreciate it.”
He turns back to stir the udon some more, but Soonyoung already feels lighter than he has before. Warmth spreads across his chest, and he already feels giddy at the thought of Jihoon spending more time again. If he’s being a hundred percent honest, everyday with Jihoon still feels as though they’ve never left their honeymoon phase.
With a pleased sigh, he nuzzles his face into Jihoon’s neck. “I’m glad,” he admits. “I miss spending nights with you like this. I miss you."
He feels Jihoon’s stance soften, and he raises his head back up only for Jihoon to press their lips together soundly.
“I miss you too,” Jihoon murmurs, and Soonyoung turns into putty at those words. “The udon’s almost done. Why don’t you go and set the table so we can eat dinner together and you can chat my ear off about whatever the kids have done today?"
Chuckling at that, Soonyoung detaches himself from Jihoon’s back and goes to grab the dishes and glasses from the cabinet.
Dinner goes by smooth as butter. They talk over steaming hot bowls of udon and shared laughter as they catch up and talk about what’s happened in their jobs recently. Jihoon indulges Soonyoung when he talks about making preparations for a showcase coming up, and Soonyoung indulges Jihoon when his husband hums tunes of some arrangements and compositions he’s completed so far.
Everything falls into place like nothing was ever missing before, and gone is the lonely nights Soonyoung used to spend eating ramen by himself wishing his husband was there to eat with him. He feels full again, not just from the delicious udon that Jihoon cooked, but from the warmth he feels being shared between their laughter. He feels whole again.
They wash the dishes together when they’re done, with Jihoon washing them and Soonyoung drying and stacking them back into the cabinets. Then Jihoon pulls Soonyoung into the living room so they can cuddle on the couch and watch a few episodes of Haikyuu that they’ve been meaning to catch up on.
“Who’s your favorite character, Jihoonie?” Soonyoung asks as they watch the volleyball tournament intensify.
Jihoon hums for a moment, then says, “My favorite character is...Nishinoya."
“Is it because you relate to him in a lot of aspects or...?"
Jihoon reaches round to slap Soonyoung’s thigh. “Kwon Soonyoung, if that is a height joke, you can stay your ass here on the couch tonight. I will roundhouse kick you to Mars if you say anything. I don’t care if you’re a black belt in Taekwondo."
Laughing, Soonyoung nuzzles his face on the crown of Jihoon’s head and intertwines their legs together. “It wasn’t. I think he’s a lot like you though, always a hard worker...the best libero...”
“I’m not a libero, Soonyoung."
“But you’re the best at everything."
“What a flirt,” Jihoon drawls, but the light illuminating on his face from the screen reveals that he is, indeed, blushing. “What even makes you think I’m the best at everything?"
Soonyoung chuckles. “I’m just stating facts, baby. You’re like an all-rounder.” He pats Jihoon’s butt.
“Kwon Soonyoung, is that an ass joke?” Jihoon deadpans, and although Soonyoung can’t see his face, he just knows Jihoon is rolling his eyes.
He smiles against Jihoon’s hair. “You should be flattered."
“You only love me for my ass."
“You’re right."
“Shameless."
Laughing, Soonyoung wraps his arms around Jihoon and kisses his nape. “I love you and your ass, you know that anyway. Now watch the episode. I think we’re getting to the good part."
Jihoon grumbles but doesn’t say anything else, and the two fall quiet as the sounds of the yelling anime characters fill the living room instead. Soonyoung doesn’t know a thing about sports, but after fifteen minutes of watching all the action and not knowing what’s going on, he can conclude that Nishinoya’s team is winning.
“Good game,” he comments once the episode is over. “What are you gonna say now, Jihoonie? One more episode?”
His question is meant to be teasing, but he frowns when he gets no response in return. Adjusting his position, he peers over and finds himself chuckling fondly when he sees Jihoon is sound asleep in his arms, his petal pink lips parted and little whistles slipping between them cutely every time he breathes.
“Why are you like this?” Soonyoung mutters to himself, carefully unraveling his limbs from around Jihoon’s so he can stand up. “Hoonie, baby. Baby? Wake up. Let’s go upstairs so you can sleep properly."
“Go away,” Jihoon grouses, as grumpy as ever. He turns his body and faces the backrest of the couch. “Just let me sleep here."
“Then who am I gonna cuddle with?"
“Your pillow."
“Jihoonie...” Soonyoung pouts a little when he gets no response. “You’re seriously going to stay here and leave me alone in our warm and cozy bed?” Still no response. “I’ll be your human furnace.” Nothing. “Are you really gonna make me carry you upstairs?"
Jihoon peers an eye at him. “You can just leave me here."
Soonyoung crosses his arms. “And leave myself without a little spoon? I don’t think so.” He bends down and hooks his arms under Jihoon’s knees and his upper back, then proceeds to lift him up. “You’re coming with me. I can’t believe you’re making me carry you."
“I didn’t ask to be carried in the first place,” Jihoon grumbles, but leans his head against Soonyoung’s shoulder comfortably.
Clicking his tongue, Soonyoung doesn’t say anything else. Instead he walks into their bedroom and gently places Jihoon down on their bed, feeling fondness swell in his chest when Jihoon automatically rolls to his side and cuddles up to his pillow.
“Jihoonie,” he drawls, walking into their closet to pull out a change of clothes for the both of them. “Baby, that’s my side of the bed. And that’s my pillow you’re hugging."
“You were sleeping on my side when I came home last night,” Jihoon grumbles, making no effort to move.
Sighing, Soonyoung walks back to the bed and sits down by Jihoon’s waist, wrestling his pillow out of his arms and throwing it aside momentarily. Jihoon peeks his eyes open again to glare at him, but Soonyoung doesn’t pay him any mind, tugging at his hands instead.
“Come on, get up so I can change you,” he orders, waving Jihoon’s oversized shirt in front of his face.
“What am I, a baby?” Jihoon huffs, but otherwise takes his shirt off and allows Soonyoung to dress him up.
Once Jihoon’s head pops out from the hole, Soonyoung can’t help but kiss him smack dab on his forehead, internally cooing at the pout Jihoon gives him.
“You’re my baby,” Soonyoung agrees, though he knows that’s not what Jihoon meant. “Now should I brush your teeth for you or can you do that yourself?"
Jihoon shoves him away and Soonyoung just laughs as his husband stalks into the bathroom, ears red. He follows in after him and proceeds to brush his teeth, fondly poking Jihoon’s bulging cheek out as he does so. His husband swats his hand away with a deadly glare and a garbled sound around his toothbrush, then proceeds to spit the paste into the sink.
“You’re so annoying,” Jihoon says as he rinses his mouth out.
“Hyu lob me,” Soonyoung tries to say, preening when Jihoon leans up and presses a kiss against his bulging cheek. ”Labyu too.”
Chuckling a little, Jihoon shakes his head and exits the bathroom. Soonyoung is quick to spit his paste out and follow after him, only to find that Jihoon’s made himself comfortable on his side of the bed. Ugh, what a brat.
“You’re so annoying,” Soonyoung mimics as he climbs onto Jihoon’s side of the bed. “Brat."
“Brat,” Jihoon mocks, making a face at him before melting into a pretty eye smile. “I love you."
Even throughout all their years of marriage, dating, and mutual pining, every one of Jihoon’s “I love you’s” feel as though he’s only said it for the first time. Soonyoung can still feel the butterflies swarming his stomach, twisting around inside and making giddy feelings arise like the time where Soonyoung found out Jihoon reciprocated his pining.
“I love you and your annoying ass too,” Soonyoung says, leaning forward to nip Jihoon’s nose playfully.
Jihoon scrunches his face at him. “You have an unhealthy obsession with my ass."
Laughing, Soonyoung wraps his limbs around Jihoon to encase him in his cuddly embrace. “I love your ass. You should be flattered."
“Hmm. Well, if you love my ass that much, you know what I love?” Jihoon grins and straddles his hips. He trails his hand down Soonyoung’s chest. “I love..." Down towards his hips, “...your...” His fingers hem and pluck at his sweatpants, “..mind.”
Like nothing ever happened, Jihoon clambers off him and pulls up the covers to his chin. “Goodnight, Soons."
Soonyoung openly gapes at his back, half aroused and half startled at the sudden change of action. He’s stuck in place for a moment, mind still trying to process what just happened.
“Jihoonie!” He doesn’t get a response. “Jihoonie, are you serious? You can’t just...go down on me halfway and leave me hanging. That’s like—That’s like eating half a pot of noodles and leaving the rest to sit out in the middle of the night! And you love my mind? Really? At least make it more emotional and say you love my heart too."
Jihoon laughs and rolls around to face him, throwing the covers over Soonyoung’s body and cuddling up close to him. “Go to sleep, Soons. I’m too tired to indulge you in your hectic Gemini side."
“It’s not even that crazy,” Soonyoung grumbles, but he dips his head down to press his lips against Jihoon’s collarbone. “Whatever. I don’t care. There’s too many ‘I love you’s’ so just go to sleep."
Jihoon laughs and reaches up to cup Soonyoung’s cheek, squishing it a little and kissing his puckered lips. “But I love you for real this time."
“So it wasn’t real all the other times you’ve said that to me?"
Soonyoung can feel Jihoon’s grin against his neck. “You know that’s not what I meant."
“Hmm."
“I love you."
“Mhm."
“I love you."
“Keep going."
“I love you and your annoying ass."
Soonyoung chuckles. “Now look who loves my ass."
Jihoon groans and pushes his face away lightly. “Go to sleep, stupid. You have an early class to teach tomorrow and I’ve decided I’ll be seeing you off since workload is light for now."
“Really?” Soonyoung questions, feeling excited at the thought of seeing Jihoon’s face next to him when he wakes up. “Wait, are you serious?"
Jihoon laughs at his enthusiasm and kisses him again. “Yes, hon. I’ll drop you off tomorrow, so go to sleep now."
“Yes, sir,” Soonyoung says, giddy. He giggles and kisses Jihoon twice. “I love you, you know? Can you sing me to sleep? You know, now that you won’t be overworking yourself so much. I miss hearing your voice."
Jihoon scoffs. “What are you, a baby?"
“Your baby."
“Yes, I know,” Jihoon chuckles fondly, humming some random tune under his breath for a moment.
”Let’s take our time tonight, girl
Above us all the stars are watchin'
There’s no place I’d rather be in this world
Your eyes are where I’m lost in
Underneath the chandelier
We’re dancing’ all alone
There’s no reason to hide
What we’re feelin’ inside
Right now."
Soonyoung closes his eyes as he lets the sweet tune of Jihoon’s voice lull him to sleep. There was never a dull moment in times like these, where they’re cuddled up close to each other in the middle of the night, singing each other to sleep as though they were some sort of Disney princesses. Soonyoung cherishes moments like these.
”So baby let’s just turn down the lights
And close the door
Ooh, I love that dress
But you won’t need it anymore
No, you won’t need it anymore
Let’s just kiss ’til we’re naked, baby
Versace on the floor."
Soonyoung blinks his eyes open.
“...Jihoonie?"
“Hmm?"
“...Did you just sing me a sex song?"
Jihoon immediately throws the covers over his head and rolls to the other side of the bed. “Goodnight, Soonyoung."
Soonyoung bursts out laughing, reaching out to pull Jihoon towards him again. “Baby, if you were trying to tell me something, you can just tell me straight up—"
“I said goodnight, Soonyoung.”
“Fine, fine, go to sleep, you little grinch,” Soonyoung says, not even bothering trying to hide his laughter. He nuzzles his face in Jihoon’s neck and kisses his nape, smiling. “I love you, even if you’re trying to subtly tell me you want sex in the middle of the night. Maybe we can do it in the morning, hon."
“Soonyoung, I swear to god."
Soonyoung laughs again and relents. “Okay, okay. Goodnight, baby."
“Hmm."
“...Soonyoung, turn off the lights."
“Weh. Why don’t you do it?"
“The lamp is on your side of the bed, idiot."
“You mean your side. You’re the one sleeping on my side, so why don’t you get up and turn it off?"
“Kwon Soonyoung."
“Lee Jihoon."
“Fine. See if I see you off tomorrow after all — "
“No! Okay, fine. Here.” A flicker. “Happy?"
“Very. Now sleep."
“Ass."
Jihoon whacks his shoulder. “At this rate, you won’t be getting any ass. Sleep."
Soonyoung groans. “You’re lucky I love you."
“I know."
As exasperated as Soonyoung feels, his love for Jihoon overpowers it all. He definitely won’t mind spending the rest of their next sixty years together. When he hears the cute little sigh Jihoon lets out against his neck, all he can think about is how happy he’ll be spending the rest of their lives together.
I married you for a reason, Soonyoung thinks fondly, playing with Jihoon’s hair to lull him to sleep, and not an ounce of me regrets it a single bit.
Notes:
OMG, OKAY FIRST THINGS FIRST!
1) Seventeen’s Hit music video—holy shit. The visuals, the music, the choreography is so fucking amazing, omg. China line, especially Jun, got more lines and screen time and you can really tell this song is Performance Unit’s era. All of Soonyoung’s choreography when he’s dancing in the rain is so fucking beautiful, Jesus Christ.
2) THIS IS OUR CHANCE TO GET THEM A DAESANG!
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 9: Dancing in the Dark
Summary:
Drunk Soonyoung tries to slow dance with Jihoon. Jihoon is exasperated but fond.
Notes:
I’m baaaaack :) Here’s a little longer one-shot to make up for my absence.
ALSO, BLONDE SOONYOUNG IS BACK NOW, I REPEAT, BLONDE SOONYOUNG IS BACK.
Enjoy reading! ❤
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
"I found a love for me
Oh darling, just dive right in and follow my lead..."
Jihoon shakes his head exasperatedly as Soonyoung leans heavily against him. He's singing something, which Jihoon can just barely make out to be a horrible rendition of Ed Sheeran's Perfect. It's horribly off tune and terribly loud, but Jihoon is so incredibly fond that he can't find it in himself to particularly care.
Soonyoung smells of alcohol and his favorite cologne. Half an hour after their little date on their balcony finds him drunk and close to being completely wasted, but again, Jihoon doesn't care. Soonyoung will do whatever Soonyoung wants, and Jihoon, being the good husband he is, only watches and waits for his inevitable downfall.
"Sing with me, Jihoonie," Soonyoung slurs, tripping on his own two feet.
Jihoon catches him, he always does, and he shakes his head once again when Soonyoung's eyes slide shut. His head jerks not too long later, eyes bleary and a confused pout on his lips. He really is too adorable for his own good.
"What's wrong, baby?" Jihoon asks, chuckling.
"Sing," Soonyoung drawls, reaching up and clumsily shaking at his shoulders. "I wanna hear you sing."
Chuckling again, pressing his husband up against him, Jihoon goes onto sing the next line.
"Well, I found a boy, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me..."
A dopey smile makes its way on Soonyoung's face, and he attempts to sway their bodies side to side, only to fail miserably. Jihoon takes matters into his own hands―quite literally―and wounds his arms around Soonyoung's waist, swaying them side to side.
The crickets are quiet from beneath the bushes, and the wind howls a little, like a ghost of a whistle. The breeze blows, pushing them closer together for warmth.
The full moon is beautiful tonight, and Jihoon finds his eyes unable to detach from Soonyoung's relaxed and content smile. It feels like they have all the time in the world, to simply slow dance under the moonlight with nothing to disturb them.
He wishes they had more moments like this.
"Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes, you're holding mine..."
Soonyoung makes an effort to harmonize with him though it comes out a little straggled and pitchy. Jihoon keeps going despite that, heart warm and tender as he rubs soothing circles against Soonyoung's hips.
"Jihoonie," Soonyoung drawls again. "You should make lullabies with your voice...I'd fall asleep."
Jihoon stops singing, leveling his husband with a cocked eyebrow. "Are you saying my voice is boring?" He's teasing, but Soonyoung's reaction is always fun to see.
"Noooo," Soonyoung whines, eyes only half open and lips turned down unpleasantly. "I'm saying...like...your voice is so good that it puts people to sleep."
"What?" Jihoon tries to stifle a laugh but he fails miserably. "My voice puts people to sleep?"
"Yes," Soonyoung drawls.
Jihoon hums in fake disappointment. "Then I should stop singing, right? So you don't fall asleep on me?"
"No," Soonyoung whines, weakly hitting his shoulder. "I like your voice. Your voice is nice. Sing moreeeee. What's the next lyrics? Well, I found a man, stronger than anyone I know...baby, I'm~"
"Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms," Jihoon sings in between chuckles.
"Oh my god, Jihoonie!" Soonyoung croons suddenly. "Look, we're doing that right now. It's almost like this song was made for us. This should've been our wedding song." He's pouting again, his hold on Jihoon becoming more loose by the second.
"It was our wedding song. What are you talking about?"
"It was?"
Jihoon laughs. His husband is a very funny yet forgetful drunk.
"What was the next line?" Soonyoung questions.
"Barefoot on the grass, listening to our―" Jihoon starts, but Soonyoung covers his mouth with wide eyes and an insistent shake of his head.
"No!" he half whispers, half exclaims. "I wanna sing it! Shut up!"
Jihoon bites down on his cheek to keep from laughing, encouraging his husband with a nod.
"Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it..."
Soonyoung doesn't break eye contact, a smile curling at the edges of his lips as he caresses Jihoon's face. The tender look in his eyes never fails to make Jihoon feel vulnerable.
"Darling, you look perfect tonight..." he harmonizes sweetly against Soonyoung's melody.
Somewhere in the background, there's an acoustic guitar finishing the song. Perhaps the sound is in his head, mind substituting the silence with noise to make the moment all the more perfect.
Either way, being with Soonyoung is all he needs to make the moment perfect.
"Okay, next song!" Soonyoung suddenly exclaims, pushing himself off from Jihoon and stumbling backwards. "I think we should do rock this time!"
Jihoon is absolutely bewildered. "Rock?" he echoes, his romantic mood ruined.
"Yeah, yeah!" Soonyoung seems so happy that Jihoon feels his mood lift again instantly. "Like, we can do all those crazy moves that all those rock artists do. Like―" He starts swooshing his head back and forth almost violently, stopping almost as quickly as he did it and bracing himself against the fence. "Ooh, wait, okay. Let's not do that. I think I'm gonna puke."
"Why did you do it then?" Jihoon asks exasperatedly, instantly stepping back a few feet when Soonyoung begins to dry heave. "If you throw up on this fucking balcony, you're cleaning it up tomorrow."
"Water," Soonyoung croaks, crouching down and holding his head. "Ugh, my hangover's gonna be a bitch tomorrow."
Chuckling, Jihoon hands him a glass of water. "I'll be right back."
"You're gonna leave me here to suffer?" Soonyoung whines.
"Yeah, you're sleeping out here," Jihoon says flatly, and without a second glance back, he turns around and heads inside.
He can still hear Soonyoung whining as he descends down the corridor quickly to grab a bottle of Tylenol and another bottle of water. When he comes back, Soonyoung had fallen silent, still curled up in a ball on the ground and leaning forward slightly.
Crouching down, Jihoon sets the Tylenol and water down and nudges Soonyoung. "Soonyoung, baby, don't fall asleep. Drink the medicine first and I'll take you to bed."
"You'll take me to bed or you'll take me on the bed?" Soonyoung slurs, giggling.
Jihoon rolls his eyes and opens the Tylenol bottle, shaking a tablet out and pressing it against Soonyoung's lips. "Drink."
Soonyoung's tongue swoops out and he takes the pill into his mouth. Jihoon uncaps the water bottle, chuckling at the unpleasant look on Soonyoung's face at the bitter taste of the Tylenol. He presses the bottle against his lips and tilts it up, letting Soonyoung drink.
After a couple of gulps, Soonyoung pulls away with a small burp, giggling again.
"Come on, let's take you to bed," Jihoon says fondly.
"Wait, I wanna―I wanna do something," Soonyoung protests, standing up and pushing Jihoon into a chair. Then he frowns and pats his thighs. "Where's your phone? Gimme your phone."
Without question, Jihoon hands him his phone, watching as his husband scrolls through it. "I thought you wanted me to take you to bed?"
"Not yet, just―" A familiar, sultry tune begins to play loudly, most of the sound taken by the wind. "Just sit and enjoy."
Jihoon watches, eyebrows shooting up when Soonyoung swings a leg over his lap and straddles him. The realization begins to settle in, having a sudden inkling of what Soonyoung wants to do.
"Are you giving me―"
"A lap dance, yes," Soonyoung says, smiling lazily at him as he moves his hips. "You better have a boner by the end of this. I wanna get fucked."
"You said you wanted to go to bed."
"No, you said that," Soonyoung hums, tilting his head. "If I said that, then I would've specified what I wanted to do in bed."
Jihoon sighs. What was supposed to be a romantic night together has now transformed into steamy hot goodness. He doesn't know if he should be pleasantly surprised or highly concerned at how much sex they have, but he's not going to complain.
"Okay then," he says, leaning back in his seat and watching Soonyoung move his hips. "Show me what you got, baby."
Soonyoung's eyelids lower, a teasing smirk curling at the edge of his lips.
"Yes, sir."
Notes:
OKAY!
1) Omg, the Soonhoon fan-cams are fucking deadly, holy shit. All the screenshots of their chest and abs...Soonyoung really got buff and Jihoon got somehow buffer, idk how that’s possible. I’m so glad they’re taking a break now, they really need it :(
2) This took a little longer than I thought and I’m so sorry for taking a week to update. I’ve finally gotten used to my new schedule for school and adjusting and catching up with all my work (most of it anyway), so here I am!
3) My updating schedule will be less consistent depending on how busy I am now, but I’ll try to write whenever I find the free time, so thank you for being patient!
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 10: A Heated Argument
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon in a heated argument.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
If you ask Jihoon what he thought about his job, he would tell you he loves it. He’s been working as a producer for almost ten years now, creating compositions, writing lyrics, and producing hit singles and tracks. The pay is good, he’s doing what he loves, it seems like the perfect job, right? Wrong. Despite how much he loves his job, it also takes a toll on him. Staying up until the wee hours of the morning isn’t good for his health and he knows that, but the deadlines keep piling up and he has more clients practically banging on the door demanding for a hit song. He can only do so much at one time, and the effects of his reckless routine is visible on his face when he comes home.
Ever since Soonyoung has seen the dark circles under Jihoon’s eyes and how pale he’s become, the dancer has tried telling his husband countless times to take a break and rest. However, Jihoon can be stubborn when he wants to be and absolutely refuses to rest. All his mind can think about is work, work, and work. Soonyoung knows he’s just as much of a workaholic as the producer, but he can at least stop himself when he knows he’s been in it too far. He’s been trying to get Jihoon to come home at a certain time so he wouldn’t overwork himself, but the producer had only ignored him and left the house.
Now, Jihoon is starting to regret not listening to Soonyoung as he fishes out his keys from his pocket to unlock the door, slipping his shoes off. He knows how scary his husband can be when he’s angry, and he’s not sure if he’s prepared to face him, especially when he had left the studio around two in the morning.
Jihoon quietly turns the handle and slowly opens the door to prevent any creaking. The lights are dark when he steps in, but there’s an uneasy feeling in his chest that’s telling him Soonyoung isn’t sleeping. He silently closes the door behind him and sets his bag on the couch, exhaling slowly. His heart is racing as he steadily walks through the living room, and he realizes why when the kitchen lights turn on.
“Fuck,” Jihoon whispers under his breath. He rubs his hands over his face tiredly. He knows he’s dead when he sees Soonyoung leaning against the counter. Jihoon doesn’t want to deal with whatever he has to say, they’ve been arguing over the same matter for the past few days and he’s tired. Their argument usually doesn’t get anywhere, and it’s only putting a strain on their relationship.
“I told you to come here before 12,” Soonyoung says curtly. His arms are crossed and he looks absolutely pissed.
“I was in the studio,” Jihoon retorts shortly. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. You aren’t my mom or my dad, you have no right to be giving me a curfew."
“I am your husband,” Soonyoung says steely, watching Jihoon walk pass him to grab a glass of water. “I have every right to worry about you and where you are."
“Okay, and?” Jihoon raises an eyebrow, raising the glass to his lips. “I’m here now, don’t worry. Now, can we please go to bed? It’s late and I need to wake up early tomorrow — "
“I called Bumzu-hyung earlier,” Soonyoung interrupts. “I told him to give you the next three days off."
Jihoon slams the glass down and gapes at the dancer. “You told him what?” Jihoon asks incredulously. “Three days? I have a deadline that’s due — "
“He’s pushing it back,” Soonyoung says simply. “I told him to not let you in the studio no matter what. You are going to take those three days off and rest."
“Like hell I am!” Jihoon says angrily, glaring at the dancer. “You don’t get to make decisions for me. I know how to take care of myself — "
“Really?” Soonyoung scoffs, returning Jihoon’s glare fiercely. “You coming home at two in the fucking morning with bags under your eyes tells me all I need to know. Don’t lie to me, Jihoon, you don’t eat anything other than protein bars and soda at the studio, and you’re telling me you can take care of yourself?"
Jihoon clenches his jaw as he points a strict finger at his husband. “You cannot talk to me like you don’t do the same,” he hisses. “You stay at the dance studio for six fucking hours of the day, and you don’t rest at all. Do not tell me I cannot take care of myself, you hypocrite."
Soonyoung’s eyes harden. “At least I know when to stop working,” he spits. “You are always thinking about the deadlines when you’re already working yourself short."
“I told you I’m fine,” Jihoon bites out. He’s tired, hungry, but most of all, he’s getting irritated. “I don’t need you nagging me about my habits and my health. I don’t need you reminding me to rest and eat. I don’t need you scolding me every time I come home and making decisions for me that I can handle on my own."
“Then what do you need me for?” Soonyoung snaps. “If I’m not of any use to you in some way, then why — "
“I just need you to be there for me as my number one support,” Jihoon says frustratedly, hands gesturing wildly as he continues. “I need you to support me in doing what I love and letting me do my job. I need you to be there for me when I break down. I’m not asking for much, I’m just asking you to be a good husband. What about that is so hard to understand?"
“That’s what I’ve been doing,” Soonyoung exhales loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “There’s nothing hard to understand, it’s just you. I am supporting you in what you’re doing, and I have been there for you when you break down. The thing is you love your job too much, and it’s getting to the point where you are deteriorating not only your health, but yourself as well. You come home every morning looking a shade paler than the day before, looking skinner than the day before, being more grumpy than the day before, and it hurts because I can’t do much about it when you’re so fucking stubborn."
“Then stop caring,” Jihoon snaps back before he realizes what he’s saying. “I’m doing this because I want to. If my habits are hurting you that bad, stop caring and just leave me alone."
“So you’re basically asking me to stop being your husband?” Soonyoung asks incredulously. “Is that it? Is that what you want?"
“At least stop being a husband who’s constantly an annoyingly repetitive asshole,” Jihoon fires. “I don’t fucking need someone like that."
There’s a pause, but then Soonyoung lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. Jihoon feels everything he’s said backfire on him when he realizes the extent of his words, but before he can swallow his pride and take it back, the dancer speaks.
“Okay,” Soonyoung says simply. Jihoon feels his heart drop when the older man takes his ring off and places it on the counter. “I’ll stop being an annoyingly repetitive asshole if that’s what you want. I’ll tell Bumzu-hyung tomorrow morning that you can go back to the studio. I’ll stop caring. Goodnight, Lee.” Without another glance, Soonyoung turns on his heel and walks upstairs and into their room, slamming the door shut.
Jihoon can’t move. There’s a lump in his throat that’s becoming bigger as he stares at Soonyoung’s ring; his wedding ring. There’s a heavy pressure pressing against his chest when he realizes what Soonyoung had called him, and there’s a heat behind his eyes that resurfaces after being suppressed for the past few days. He exhales shakily as he slowly walks to the counter, grabbing the ring gently. He robotically walks to the couch and lays down on it, knowing sleeping with Soonyoung probably isn’t the best option right now.
I’m fucking terrible, Jihoon thinks miserably, curling in on himself as he rotates the ring around in his hand. He feels his eyes well with tears when he reads the engraved words on the inside. I’m really fucking terrible.
For the next half hour, Jihoon can’t bring himself to sleep. He tosses and turns on the couch, realizing just how uncomfortable it is to sleep on it, or attempt to sleep on it. He wants to go upstairs, to apologize to Soonyoung and admit that he’s in the wrong, but he doesn’t know if the latter wants to see him. His heart hurts just thinking about all the possibilities, but then the thought of Soonyoung leaving him — packing his things and cutting off all contact crosses his mind, and he sits up. He can’t let that happen.
Quietly, Jihoon gets up and walks up the stairs, heart in his throat as he makes his way in front of their bedroom door. He stands there for a few minutes, not really knowing what to do. Suddenly, his mind is filled with thoughts of Soonyoung lashing out at him, reminding him that this was what he wanted — but it’s not. He inhales deeply and turns the handle, surprised to find it unlocked at all. When he peers in, Soonyoung is on their bed, back turned to the door. Jihoon blows out a soft breath as he steps inside, shutting the door behind him. He makes his way to the bed and climbs in. I can do this.
“Soonyoung?” Jihoon asks softly, hand hesitantly resting on Soonyoung’s arm. The latter doesn’t reply, so he tries again, his other hand gripping tightly onto the ring. “...Soonyoung?"
“Go to sleep, Jihoon,” comes Soonyoung’s sharp voice.
Jihoon flinches, retracting his hand. “No, I — “ he swallows hard around the lump in his throat as he whispers, “Can we talk?"
Soonyoung scoffs, but he doesn’t turn around. “Oh, so now you want to talk?"
“Please,” Jihoon pleads, shoving his hands in his lap nervously. “You don’t — you don’t have to say anything, I just — want to apologize."
Soonyoung doesn’t say anything, so Jihoon takes that as his cue to start talking.
“I’m sorry for everything — for being stubborn, for not appreciating how much you care, for insulting you — everything,” Jihoon inhales deeply as he fiddles with the ring. “I have no excuse as to why I said the things I said. I was just tired and I didn’t want to listen. You were right about — about me not being able to take care of myself, about taking my job too far, and me being stubborn. I didn’t know how much my work routine was affecting you, and I’m sorry for not trying harder. I didn’t mean it when I said that you were an annoying repetitive asshole, or when I said I didn’t need you. I promise — from now on, I’ll try harder and I’ll — I’ll listen to you."
Soonyoung doesn’t respond or move at all, and Jihoon tries to hide his disappointment, but his voice cracks when he speaks again. “I, uh, I’ll — leave you alone then..."
He’s about to get up and go back to the couch when Soonyoung’s hand shoots out and holds him in place. “Don’t."
Jihoon watches as Soonyoung turns around, and his heart breaks when he sees the dancer’s pink and puffy eyes. I made him cry, Jihoon thinks guiltily. He cried because of me. Fuck, Jihoon.
“I’m sorry too,” Soonyoung surprises him. “I’m sorry for nagging you all the time and acting more of a mother than a husband. I’m sorry for making decisions for you without you knowing and I’m sorry for being a hypocrite. All I want is for you to be healthy and not have to worry about deadlines. I annoy you with my complaining because I care, because I love you and I worry — and okay, I might be a little overbearing with my nagging, but I mean well. You’re reckless when it comes to yourself, Jihoon, and I have a right to worry about you when you become careless. I want you to come home at 12 in the morning instead of 2. I want you to eat full meals instead of living off of protein bars and soda. I want you to rest every once in a while because I hate it when you fall apart. I want you to share your burdens with me because I care about you, okay?"
Jihoon nods, sniffling as he wipes his eyes with one hand. “Yeah, okay."
Soonyoung sits up to help brush his tears away when his eyes catch something glinting from Jihoon’s other hand. “What are you holding?"
Jihoon lets his hand relax, revealing Soonyoung’s wedding ring. He watches the dancer’s eyes soften at the sight as he tries to speak around his tears. “You — you took it off when we — when we were fighting and then you called me — you called me L-Lee. I thought you were — going to leave me — "
“Oh, Jihoon,” Soonyoung coos softly, brushing the producer’s tears away. “Yeobo, I didn’t mean it. It was just in the heat of the moment. I’m never going to leave you, okay? Here, put it on me.”
Jihoon’s fingers tremble as he grabs Soonyoung’s hand to slide the ring on, and he feels some of the pressure lift from his chest as he admires how complete his hand looks now.
“I’m not the one crying this time around,” Soonyoung teases playfully, gently knocking their foreheads together. Jihoon knows he’s referring to their wedding day and he can’t help but laugh wetly at the memory.
“Don’t call me Lee again,” Jihoon murmurs. “It’s Kwon Jihoon."
A big, silly, loving grin curls on Soonyoung’s lips and the dancer leans in to press their lips together. “Okay, Kwon Jihoon."
Notes:
Ah, I’m worried about my love for Soonhoon angst.
Just wanted to let everyone that I am working on another Soonhoon fanfic, and it will have multiple chapters. I don’t know how many yet, but I have an idea on what the plot is so far, so watch out :)
Also, another side rant: I had a dream that I saw Soonhoon shirtless at a concert, and damn, they were ripped. Also, for some reason Jihoon was about to wear a squirrel costume?
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 11: Shopping Together
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon shopping together ft. Strict Jihoon and Childish Soonyoung
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“Kwon Soonyoung, don’t even think about getting that. Get your ass back here."
Soonyoung pouts when he’s caught red-handed, hand firmly gripping a package of chips. He’d been so close to getting it when the bag crinkled under his hand. He sadly releases his hold on it, turning back to Jihoon. His husband isn’t even looking at him, instead examining two containers of gochujang for their dinner tonight. A huff escapes his throat as he walks back to the younger man, arms crossed childishly.
“Jihoonie,” Soonyoung whines petulantly. “It’s just one bag of chips! Please, can we get it?"
“No,” Jihoon deadpans, glaring at his husband. “You know it’s never just one bag of chips. You’ll try to get anything you can get your hands on. You tried putting in popcorn earlier, Soonyoung, along with beef jerky."
“But we’re here to get food anyway,” Soonyoung protests, uncrossing his arms and instead shoving it in his hoodie’s pocket. “We might as well get snacks."
“We,” Jihoon says flatly, dropping one of the containers in the cart, “are here to grab the ingredients for dinner tonight. Look, why don’t you get ice-cream for dessert?"
“But I don’t like sweet things,” the older man whines again.
“No, but you like me, don’t you?"
Soonyoung grimaces as Jihoon starts pushing the cart. “You’re anything but sweet,” the dancer grumbles, following after the latter like a lost puppy. “If you were sweet, you’d let me get that bag of chips."
Jihoon rolls his eyes, but he finds Soonyoung’s pouty behavior endearing. He strolls the cart into another aisle and grabs a pack of rice cakes from the shelf. “It’s a no, Soonyoung,” he says firmly. “That’s final."
“Fine,” Soonyoung complies, blowing a raspberry sulkily. Once Jihoon’s made his mind up, it’s very difficult to get him to change it, so he doesn’t say anything more. Instead, he opts to stay quiet and follow Jihoon.
“Okay, I think that’s it,” Jihoon hums, taking out the list and crossing off the last item. “Let’s go to the self check-out. I don’t feel like interacting with the cashiers."
Soonyoung only hums as they make their way to the front of the store, ready to check-out. The dancer offers to scan the items, partly because he finds it fun to imagine he’s a cashier, and partly because he feels guilty for making Jihoon do all the shopping (even though he’s still upset about not getting the bag of chips).
“Hold on, I think I forgot something,” Jihoon says abruptly, scanning the list. “I’ll be back. Don’t pay for anything yet."
Soonyoung frowns as Jihoon spins on his heel and starts speed-walking towards the direction they came from, but nonetheless, he keeps scanning the items. He’s pretty sure he’s seen Jihoon cross everything off the list, what could he have possibly forgotten? He bags the items and hopes Jihoon can hurry up. The customers in line are starting to become impatient, and he can only smile sheepishly when the assistant monitoring the station comes over to him.
“Sir, is there a problem with the scanner?” The assistant inquires, frowning at Soonyoung.
“Um, sorry,” the dancer apologizes. “There’s no problem. My husband forgot something — "
“I’m here now, sorry for taking a while,” Jihoon’s voice interrupts them.
Soonyoung turns around to find his husband scanning the forgotten item, but his eyes widen when he sees that Jihoon is scanning the bag of chips — the same bag of chips that he wanted. Jihoon bags the chips in a random bag and hands it to Soonyoung, letting the assistant take the cart away.
“Jihoon,” Soonyoung whines, and this time, his voice is full of giddiness as they walk out of the grocery store. “You really got the chips for me?"
“It wasn’t for you,” Jihoon sniffs, leading the way to their car. “I just got tired of you sulking the whole time. I got it so I didn’t have to deal with you complaining."
Soonyoung giggles, feeling his heart swell with affection. He knows Jihoon, knows it’s his way of telling him I hate seeing you sad so I got it to see you happy. ”Jihoonie,” he croons. “I love you."
“Whatever,” Jihoon mutters, and his ears are red with embarrassment as he starts walking faster. “Come on, idiot. We need to hurry if we want to eat dinner tonight."
Soonyoung grins. The next time they go grocery shopping together, he’ll make sure to sulk the whole time.
Notes:
So I’m on my way to writing the fourth chapter in my new fanfic (not released), and I’ve been confusing myself with the plot. Oh well, hope it’ll make sense when I actually re-read everything.
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 12: Hugs
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon hugging ft. Clingy Jihoon and Whipped Soonyoung
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Jihoon isn’t a very affectionate man in nature. In fact, he tries avoiding affection as much as possible, claiming it makes him uncomfortable. The only time he’ll allow affection if he’s the one initiating contact. He doesn’t know what about it makes him uncomfortable. Maybe it’s the fact that he feels trapped when someone embraces him, or maybe it’s because he just simply doesn’t like affection. (Or maybe it’s because he’s from Busan and Busan men need to act tough.)
He’s been hugged multiple times throughout his life, especially during his time as an idol. How ironic it is that he had written a song called Hug. His members had teased him endlessly during their You Made My Dawn promotions, and Soonyoung had jokingly said that he should write a song called Kiss (which stayed in the back of his mind, but he would never admit that to Soonyoung.) He remembers how his members showered him with affection and he had returned it with his own kind of affection in the form of shoves and slaps.
So needless to say, Jihoon doesn’t like affection.
However, he’s started to realize how unusual it feels to not be hugged every night, especially since Soonyoung had been out for the past two days on the other side of Seoul to collaborate with some other dancers. Although the ride there isn’t very long, Jihoon feels like they’re continents apart and he’d die first before he admits to himself that he misses his idiot.
He doesn’t really know why, but he misses Soonyoung’s touch, misses his slanted eyes and his squishy cheeks. He doesn’t know what about Soonyoung’s hugs makes him feel so comfortable, makes him feel so at home. Maybe it’s because they’ve known each other for almost ten years now, or maybe it’s simply because they’re married. Either way, he likes the way Soonyoung makes him feel, likes how butterflies swarm in his stomach even with just a brush of their fingers, likes how warm his embrace is.
Okay, so maybe Jihoon does like affection, but only if it comes in the form of Kwon Soonyoung.
Jihoon pouts as he sits upside down on the couch, much like he’s seen his husband do countless times and he’s surprised to find it comfortable. He’s watching some random cartoon on the TV, he doesn’t really know what and doesn’t really care. He’s just trying to pass time and wait for Soonyoung to come home.
He cringes when he realizes how sappy he is, waiting for his husband to come home after a hard days work. Kwon Soonyoung, what have you done to me? he thinks, groaning out loud at his thoughts. Soonyoung would never let him live it down if he heard Jihoon now.
He doesn’t know how long he waits, but the blood is rushing to his head since he’s been sitting upside down for so long. He opts to lay down on the couch, making weird noises in an attempt to entertain himself. He glances at the clock and groans when he realizes there’s still two hours left before Soonyoung comes home. He stares blankly at the cartoon still going and the sound of the voices from the characters makes his eyelids feel heavy.
Before he knows it, he’s being lulled asleep with a broken promise to stay up for his husband’s arrival.
—
Jihoon wakes up when he feels someone watching him and he shifts uncomfortably. A soft chuckle sounds from in front of him and he opens his eyes blearily, being greeted by a blurry face and a familiar smile.
“Honey, I’m home,” Soonyoung sings playfully.
Jihoon shoots up, almost hitting Soonyoung’s chin as he blinks rapidly. It’s quiet for a moment, with just Soonyoung staring back at him with a playful grin and Jihoon trying to regain his bearings. However, when he does remember where he is, he doesn’t hesitate to lunge at his husband.
Soonyoung doesn’t expect it and lets out a noise of surprise when he falls back on the floor, arms secure around Jihoon to make sure he doesn’t get hurt. The younger man has all his limbs wrapped around the dancer like a koala and Soonyoung has to take a few seconds to realize that yes — Jihoon, is in fact, hugging him.
“Okay, who are you and what have you done to my Jihoonie?” Soonyoung interrogates, feeling Jihoon’s arms tighten around his shoulders.
“Your Jihoonie missed you,” Jihoon mumbles into his neck.
“It’s only been two days, baby,” Soonyoung laughs again, sitting up. “I’ve only been gone for two days."
Jihoon doesn’t let go and instead presses a kiss on the dancer’s jawline. “A long two days,” he counters, almost sulking. “Too long. You can’t go anywhere without me ever again, you hear?"
“Okay, okay,” Soonyoung concedes, still laughing as he tries to get up but he can’t exactly do that with a man sitting in his lap. “Jihoonie, come on, get up. I need to shower."
“No,” Jihoon whines and his limbs impossibly become tighter around Soonyoung’s body. “Let’s just go to sleep."
“Yeobo,” Soonyoung huffs as he tries to stand. “I’m sweaty. I’m sure you don’t want to sleep with a sweaty husband."
“I don’t care,” Jihoon says petulantly and he himself almost can’t believe he’s acting like this. He hasn’t even noticed his husband had been sweaty. “Just go to bed. You can shower tomorrow."
Soonyoung chuckles and adjusts the younger man in his arms as he begins walking upstairs. “This is a little unusual for you, not that I’m complaining, but do you really want to sleep beside me while I’m sweaty?"
“Kwon Soonyoung, do not ask me again."
“Okay, okay, I won’t,” Soonyoung complies immediately, entering their room. “My little darling husband missed me that much, huh?"
“Soonyoung."
“I’m just joking,” Soonyoung giggles, falling forward once he reaches the bed. Jihoon lets out a noise of surprise, but his grip on his husband remains strong, causing Soonyoung to crash down on top of him. “You’re not going to let me go anytime soon?"
“Nope,” Jihoon shakes his head.
Soonyoung smiles, pressing a kiss on Jihoon’s collarbone lovingly. “Maybe I should leave for longer periods of time, hmm?"
“Nooo,” Jihoon whines again, pulling back to squish Soonyoung’s cheeks. “I told you you’re not allowed to leave me."
Soonyoung smiles and leans down to press their lips together. “Never again then?"
“Never,” Jihoon agrees. “I won’t let you. I’ll find some way to hide in your bag and then I’ll scold you for not bringing me along with you."
His husband burst out laughing at that, shaking his head as he presses their foreheads together. “God, I love you,” Soonyoung murmurs.
“Likewise,” Jihoon scrunches his nose before pulling Soonyoung beside him and lying on top of him comfortably. “Now let’s go to sleep. I’ve been derived of my cuddles."
Notes:
I’ve started on the sixth chapter of my fanfic, hehe. Also, I’m working on another 5+1 fanfic that came to my mind last night, oops.
Go to Twitter and please use the hashtags #MGMAVOTE and #SEVENTEEN and tag their official Twitter handle @pledis_17 (in one tweet) so they can win Top Artist (maybe even possibly a daesang.) Check the post on my Instagram @mistehri because every Carat needs to be aware of how much of an impact we have on Seventeen.
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 13: Kisses
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon ft. Soft Soonhoon
Go to Twitter and please use the hashtags #MGMAVOTE and #SEVENTEEN and tag their official Twitter handle @pledis_17 (in one tweet) so they can win Top Artist (maybe even possibly a daesang.) Check the post on my Instagram @mistehri because every Carat needs to be aware of how much of an impact we have on Seventeen.
If you haven’t already heard of the goals for Seventeen’s comeback in early August, here it is:
- All Kill Music Charts
- 10M views for MV within 24 hours
- 500K albums in the first week in Hanteo
- 15 music show wins
- 4 triple crown wins (MCountdown, Music Bank, Inkigayo, Music Core)Enjoy reading! ❤
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
If you ask Soonyoung what his favorite pastime is, he would definitely tell you in these exact words, anything if it involves my Jihoonie! and it’s true. He can’t remember the last time he’s never enjoyed himself when he’s with his husband. Every moment, every word, every fight he’s had with Jihoon — he’s enjoyed them all and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to their future. If you ask him to name some specific things he loves to do with his husband, he wouldn’t be able to give you a clear answer because he’s just that in love with the producer.
Some of his answers may range from I love to cuddle with him to watching him work always calms me or even there’s these rare times where we waltz in our living room just reenacting out first official dance as a married couple. However, one of his answers that pop up time and time again is always he’s a good kisser!
Admittedly, okay — Soonyoung is completely whipped for Jihoon, that much he’s not oblivious about. He loves every little thing about the producer, from the way he laughs down to how he cries because he’s feeling homesick. The dancer loves hugging Jihoon, loves the way he fits in his arms and how their height difference stands out. (Jihoon is still salty about it. He hasn’t grown an inch.) But most especially, Soonyoung loves kissing Jihoon.
To Soonyoung, kissing Jihoon is like a breath of fresh air. Whether it’s a quick peck good morning or a passionate make-out session, it feels all the same. Sometimes, their kisses are slow and lazy with little giggles here and there and sweet nothings whispered against their lips. Other times, their kisses are fierce and uncoordinated, with teeth clacking and tongues fighting for dominance and heavy panting of arousal. Most times, their kisses are meticulous and heartfelt, just enjoying the feeling of each other and savoring every emotion the other has to offer.
Today’s kisses are no different than the slow and lazy ones and Soonyoung is so in love.
The couple is cuddled up on the couch lying down, watching videos of their old performances and videos. They’ve decided to take a trip down memory lane and there’s a deep sense of nostalgia in the air when they watch the videos. It’s a little saddening, to know they won’t be able to go back in time and relive the same moments, but just having each other and their eleven other friends along with the memories is enough for them to feel accomplished.
“It only feels like yesterday we were idols,” Jihoon murmurs softly against Soonyoung’s chest. “Can’t believe it’s been three years since our last performance."
“It really does, doesn’t it?” Soonyoung agrees, carding his fingers through his husband’s hair. “I saw a tweet last week. Apparently, Carats still celebrate the day Seventeen was formed."
“Is that why you were crying?” Jihoon questions, giggling as he looks up at the dancer. “You wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. I just thought you got moody because I ordered the wrong takeout."
Soonyoung smiles fondly. “I cried because I got emotional, don’t judge. We’ve made so many memories during our time as idols, it’s hard to believe that we’re just normal people now. I know you feel the same — you had a hard time relaxing the first few months we disbanded."
“It was hard to adjust again,” Jihoon admits, reaching up to brush away a strand piece of hair from Soonyoung’s forehead. “Even though we’re working for a different company, I kept thinking we were on some sort of strict schedule back then. You know how Pledis runs."
“Well,” Soonyoung says, his lips curling up. “If it weren’t for Pledis scouting us both, we wouldn’t have gotten married, much less meet each other."
Jihoon matches his smile and leans forward to press a kiss on the dancer’s lips. “You’re right,” he agrees, but his tone is teasing. “If you hadn’t gotten lured by ice-cream by the staff noona who scouted you, I probably wouldn’t have been married to such an idiot."
“Hey,” Soonyoung whines, just a tiny bit offended. “You married me anyway, so blame yourself for falling for me."
Jihoon laughs in amusement, pressing another kiss to Soonyoung’s lips. “You’re not going to deny that you’re an idiot?"
It would seem like the producer is in a lovey-dovey mood this afternoon and Soonyoung will be damned if he didn’t take advantage of this precious opportunity. It’s not very often does Jihoon initiate kisses, especially if he keeps doing it while they’re talking.
“You’ve already told me countless times before,” Soonyoung hums, smiling when his husband connects their lips again. “There would be no use in denying it if you keep telling me I’m an idiot."
“You’re not much of an idiot as I thought then,” Jihoon says playfully, laughing when the dancer flicks his forehead in mock annoyance.
“I’m offended,” Soonyoung murmurs, watching his husband lean forward again with hooded eyes.
“You know I never mean it,” Jihoon chuckles against his lips.
“Do I now?” The dancer reaches forward to lock their lips in a firm kiss.
Jihoon pulls away slightly and his eyes curve into those familiar crescents as he smiles down at the older. “Maybe I’m just joking. Maybe I do think you’re actually an idiot."
“Your idiot,” Soonyoung confirms with a bright grin.
“Only mine,” Jihoon agrees, cupping the dancer’s face as he presses their mouths together once more.
The sounds of their performance videos play softly in the background as their lips chase each others lazily. There’s no battle for dominance, no pressure to make the other feel good — it’s simply them in the moment without a care in the world and it’s perfect. When their teeth clack on accident and when their eyes open in surprise, they only giggle quietly and tune out everything else — like it’s their own little secret.
“Maybe we should order takeout again, hmm?” Jihoon hums, pecking Soonyoung in between words. “I don’t feel like moving."
“You do that,” Soonyoung hums back. “But someone’s gonna have to get the phone and I’m not moving either."
“Or we can just not eat,” Jihoon suggests.
Soonyoung laughs, pressing one last firm kiss to Jihoon’s lips and shaking his head. “Hoonie, as much as I love you, I also love food. Go get the phone."
Notes:
I hit a writer’s block in the middle of chapter six in my fanfic ;; I suck at writing action scenes, to be fair. (*hinthint*)
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 14: The Little Things
Summary:
Jihoon loves all the little things about Soonyoung—the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Notes:
Little Things by One Direction. This was based off of that song :)
Enjoy reading! ❤
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Ever since he was a little kid, Jihoon has done his best to avoid being touched as much as possible, even by the loving embrace of his parents. He hated skinship with a passion. It made him uneasy, uncomfortable at most. He didn’t know what about it made him feel this way, but he shied away from touches at any given opportunity it was presented to him. He didn’t have a solid explanation why touches made him feel queasy, he just disliked it.
Sure, maybe there’s been a few exceptions where he allowed people to lay their hands on him. A moment he remembers specifically is when Junhui had wiped his tears away when they received their first win for Pretty U. It had been one of the first times he’d truly shown his vulnerability to someone other than his mother, and he’d been embarrassed to the core afterwards.
His friends are naturally more affectionate than him and they didn’t mind being touched like Jihoon does. Seungcheol has always been a clingy person, though he respected boundaries and would immediately back away once Jihoon so much as glared at him. Jeonghan never particularly cared. He’s one of the only people who isn’t actually fazed by Jihoon in the slightest. Seokmin is one of the very few people who Jihoon didn’t actually mind getting touched from. You could say he has some sort of soft spot for the younger man.
His husband is vastly different from all of them. Soonyoung doesn’t know what boundaries are; he’ll take any opportunity presented to him to touch Jihoon any way he can. (Of course, with consent.) Like Jeonghan, he also doesn’t give a crap if Jihoon shoves him away more than half the time, or if he receives glares that can put him six feet under.
There are times where Jihoon wouldn’t mind Soonyoung’s clinginess, where he’ll indulge his husband instead. It usually only ever gets annoying when he’s busy and stressed from his work, but even so, it doesn’t happen very often. More often than not though, Jihoon still won’t approve of skinship even if it’s with his own husband.
Nowadays though, Jihoon started noticing that Soonyoung’s been laying off on all the touchy feely. He didn’t think anything of it at first. He just thought Soonyoung was being loaded with working on choreographies for an upcoming debut group. Maybe his husband was stressed too, stressed enough that he couldn’t make time for just a little bit of affection.
Jihoon understands, of course. He’s working as the producer for said upcoming debut group anyway, and he himself is being swamped with creating arrangements and compositions for their album. They haven’t really made time for each other as of late.
The latest bit of affection he’s received from Soonyoung is lazy cuddles when they’re both snug close together in their bed in the wee hours of the night. Even then though, all of Soonyoung’s touches felt like they were lacking something. Jihoon isn’t quite sure what it is, but he notices it every time he wakes up to a cold, empty bed.
The days have been stretching out longer than they’ve ever felt before, and Jihoon finds himself craving the warmth he’d once gotten from his husband. His hugs, his kisses, the way he drapes himself over Jihoon’s back when he’s feeling particularly clingy, even the way Soonyoung nags him—Jihoon misses it all. Jihoon misses him.
He never once thought he’d see a day where he’d be the one initiating all those touches. He didn’t know how to feel about it, but he guesses years of marriage and love can really change the way a person acts, and he’s no victim to change.
He’s currently sitting up against the headboard of their bed, scrolling through his phone with nothing particularly important to do. He’d been given the clear to go home after he’d finished finalizing the production for the title track, so now he’s just waiting for Soonyoung to come home so they can cuddle and watch some K-drama episodes to catch up on.
When Soonyoung comes home though, Jihoon doesn’t quite get what he wants.
For one thing, Soonyoung is sporting an unusually dejected expression on his face when he opens the door to their bedroom. His lips are curled down in a frown, eyes sunken with exhaustion and hair damp with sweat and disheveled like a bird’s nest. Jihoon’s seen this look on him numerous times, usually when Soonyoung is feeling frustrated and ends up overworking himself until he’s more or less satisfied. Unfortunately, it happens more often than Jihoon would like.
Upon entering their bedroom, Soonyoung’s expression shifts to surprise. “Oh. What are you doing here?"
Jihoon tilts his head and puts his phone down, not quite expecting the question. “Remember when I told you I’d be able to come home early for the rest of the month?” he asks. “It starts now."
A look of realization crosses Soonyoung’s face. “Oh, I see,” he says with a nod, disappearing into the closet momentarily.
He comes back out in a different set of clothes and a towel around his neck, using the end of it to wipe the sweat sticking to his forehead. Jihoon can see the exhaustion written on his face but Soonyoung tries to mask it with his usual happy-go-lucky smile.
“How are you?” Soonyoung asks him, flopping on the bed and accidentally hitting Jihoon’s stomach with his forearm. He retracts his arm quickly and mutters a quick, “Sorry,” then proceeds to close his eyes with a sigh.
Jihoon frowns at his actions, scooting downwards so he can place a comforting hand on Soonyoung’s stomach, rubbing soothingly. His frown deepens when he feels Soonyoung tense up beneath his touch, eyes narrowing as his husband eases up slowly but surely. Soonyoung’s never flinched at him like that.
“What’s wrong?” he asks softly, still rubbing the dancer’s stomach.
He slips his hand beneath Soonyoung's shirt and almost jumps when his husband’s hand shoots out to grip tightly on his wrist, preventing him from moving any further. Jihoon doesn’t remember the last time Soonyoung’s acted this jumpy around him, and he doesn’t even remember if Soonyoung’s acted like this around him at all. Needless to say, he’s a little confused but more so worried.
“Just—“ Soonyoung’s breath catches a little. “Nothing. I’m just tired."
Jihoon’s frown turns into a scowl and he scoots a little closer, shaking off Soonyoung’s hand so he can go back to soothing his husband. “Tell me what’s wrong?"
“I said it’s nothing,” Soonyoung snaps, pushing his hand away and rolling on his side so his back faces Jihoon. The action surprises Jihoon so much he becomes a little speechless. “Just...the choreographies aren’t coming out the way I want them to. It’s stressing me out because the deadline is by next week. I’ll just sleep this one off."
Jihoon purses his lips and lets the quietness run between them for a bit, thinking. He definitely won’t let the conversation end there, but he knows he needs to get Soonyoung to release whatever it is that he’s feeling before his mood worsens. They aren’t fighting yet. At least, Jihoon hopes there isn’t a yet.
“Soonyoung,” he starts gently.
When he doesn’t receive any response, he scoots closer and slings an arm over Soonyoung’s waist. He’s careful at first, movements tentative and slow. Soonyoung remains unresponsive but Jihoon knows he’s still awake. Sliding his arm forward, he reaches out and threads their fingers together, squeezing gently, comfortingly.
Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me
But bear this in mind, it was meant to be
“Soonyoung,” he says again, rubbing his thumb over his husband’s knuckles. “Honey, tell me your wedding vows."
The next breath Soonyoung lets out is shaky. “Jihoon, just leave it alone. I really don’t feel good."
Jihoon remains firm. “No. Tell me what you told me at the altar. Tell me what you promised me."
Soonyoung remains quiet for the most part, but Jihoon can see his shoulders quivering ever so slightly, and he can hear the small sniffles he lets out as though he’s trying to stay quiet. His heart breaks when he peers over and sees the tears sliding across the bridge of his nose, and he wonders what happened throughout the day that could’ve possibly made Soonyoung feel this way.
He squeezes his hand again, waiting patiently.
“I thanked you...” Soonyoung starts in a whisper, “...for being by my side always...for understanding me in a way that nobody else could...for loving me even when you’ve seen all my ugly sides."
“Mhm,” Jihoon hums, leaning down to rest his chin on Soonyoung’s bicep so he can look at him. “What did you say after that?"
“I promised you,” Soonyoung starts, and his voice catches again. “I...I..."
Jihoon leans forward and kisses his cheek, once, twice, until he’s trailing kisses on the side of Soonyoung’s face. He squeezes his hand once more, humming under his breath.
And I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me
“I promised you I’ll always be honest with you,” Soonyoung says all at once, sounding breathless. “I...I promised I’ll remain truthful to you...and throughout the rest of our lives together."
“That’s right.” Jihoon kisses his cheek again. “And do you remember what I promised you?"
“You said...you said you promised to be someone I can rely on,” Soonyoung mumbles shyly, taking one glance at Jihoon and looking away. “You promised to be someone that...I can tell my troubles too...that if things get too hard, you’d be there to be my sponge."
“That’s right,” repeats Jihoon, lightly digging his fingers into Soonyoung’s sides. “So why won’t you tell me?"
A laugh begins to bubble out of Soonyoung’s lips and he reaches up to cover his mouth, as though he’s being conscious of his facial expression. Frowning, Jihoon reaches up and takes his hand away, revealing the awkward smile Soonyoung tries to hide by turning his head away into the sheets.
I know you’ve never loved
The crinkles by your eyes when you smile
“Honey, look at me,” Jihoon croons, gently caressing Soonyoung’s cheek and turning his face so they can see each other properly. “What’s wrong? Tell me, please?"
Soonyoung’s face turns scarlet, lips trembling despite curling into a wobbly smile. His eyes are curved up into crescents but they’re wet with tears. Jihoon doesn’t know what’s happening but his heart hurts seeing the expression on his face, like Soonyoung’s trying to hide whatever pain is hurting him.
“It’s stupid,” Soonyoung whispers, averting his gaze. “You’re gonna laugh at me."
Jihoon slings his leg over his husband’s waist and reaches up to brush his fringe back from his damp forehead. “Try me,” he says, using the end of the towel to wipe at Soonyoung’s face. “I mean, truthfully speaking, I might laugh but I’ll still love you regardless."
“Jihoonie...that really isn’t as funny as you think it is..."
The crack in Soonyoung’s voice makes Jihoon sober up pretty quick.
“Shit, okay, wait,” he curses, wiping away the tears sliding down the dancer’s cheeks. “I won’t laugh, I promise. I didn’t mean to make fun of you, I’m sorry. Please just tell me? It really hurts seeing you like this. How am I gonna be a person you can rely on if you won’t tell me what happened?"
Soonyoung sniffles a little, turning his head away again. He stays quiet for a moment, eyebrows slanted in a way that tells Jihoon he’s mentally breaking down. He wishes he can do more but he can only do so much. It’s up to Soonyoung whether or not he wants to reveal anything.
“One of the choreographer hyungs came into my studio with some new trainees. One of them used to be a fan of us too,” Soonyoung says after a long stretch of silence. “He asked if I could teach them the basics of dancing since they’re set to debut in a couple years. I accepted the job because I have nothing else to do besides polishing the choreographies for the new debut group."
Jihoon listens attentively, hand sliding down to thread their fingers together again. He isn’t sure where this is going but he doesn’t speak.
“So I trained them for a few hours...you know, teaching them how to lock, pop, and isolate.” Soonyoung blows out a breath. “They’re seriously...it’s like they never listened to a single thing I said. I called for a break after an hour because I got tired of trying to explain the concepts to them. I walked out of the studio for a bit to tell hyung about the progress they were making, but when I came back...they—they..."
Soonyoung’s voice cracks again and Jihoon squeezes his hand, using his other hand to stroke through Soonyoung’s hair. He doesn’t say anything yet but where his mouth is silent, his mind is loud, thinking of all the possibilities that could’ve happened.
“They were talking to each other about how annoying I was,” Soonyoung mutters, eyes lowering shamefully. “How I was unfit to be a choreographer when I wasn’t making them train for real dancing yet. I was fine about the annoying part because I know I can be overbearing sometimes, especially if I’m trying to teach someone, but then...the fan—he...he just—"
“Breathe,” Jihoon murmurs, nosing at Soonyoung’s arm. “What did he do?"
Soonyoung blows out another shaky breath. “He said...He told the other trainees how I used to be this, like, fit guy or something. He told them that I look different, and he said and I quote ‘in a weird way,’” he scoffs a little. “I don’t usually get affected by comments about my appearance so I let that slide, but then...then he brought our relationship up."
Jihoon frowns and tilts his head. “Our relationship?” he echoes, and Soonyoung nods.
“He was telling the other trainees how good you still look even after we separated as Seventeen,” Soonyoung explains. “I won’t say anything about that because it’s true, but then he started comparing us...like—like how you’re still all muscular and whatnot, and then I’m just here 'gaining cheek fat,’ or that’s what he said anyway."
“He said that to your face?"
Soonyoung shakes his head. “I was just eavesdropping,” he confesses, wiping away another stubborn tear. “I wasn’t gonna let those comments get to me either, but then he started bringing our relationship up...you know, the usual ‘oh, why is Jihoon still with him?’ and the ‘Soonyoung is aging faster than Jihoon is.’"
“The usual?” Jihoon echoes again, eyes narrowing. “Hold on, Soonyoung. How long have you been hearing them say this?"
Soonyoung averts his gaze, looking meek. “A week ago,” he mumbles, ashamed.
“A week ago?” Jihoon questions incredulously. “Why didn’t you tell me anything?"
“Because I thought it was just me being overly sensitive,” Soonyoung says thickly. “I thought I wouldn’t care about it anymore because I don’t normally get affected by comments about my appearance...but then I looked at myself in the mirror yesterday and maybe I might’ve thought they had a point."
Something in Jihoon breaks. “Soonyoung..."
Soonyoung covers his face with the towel. “I don’t know why it’s affecting me so much.” His voice grows tight, high-pitched, a little muffled by the fabric on his face. “I know you don’t care about my appearance either...but then the thought just kept coming ever since I eavesdropped on them, and now I’m getting insecure from a bunch of teenagers’ comments."
Jihoon’s heart shatters. For a moment, he’s just leaning over Soonyoung, speechless as his mind tries to reel in all the information he’s just received. Had he known what Soonyoung had been going through the past week, he would’ve made more effort to show more affection, to shower Soonyoung in hugs and kisses like he does to him.
He’s a terrible husband.
Sitting up, he removes the towel off Soonyoung’s face and orders, “Undress."
Soonyoung looks startled, reasonably so. “Jihoonie...?"
“Undress. Right now. Shirt and pants."
Soonyoung flushes, hesitantly lowering his arms to his stomach. “I’m not really in the mood..."
Jihoon leans down and presses their lips together once, twice. “We’re not going to do anything,” he reassures, rubbing his thumb on Soonyoung’s hip. “I just want to see your body."
The flush spreads down to Soonyoung’s neck. “You see my body all the time...” he mutters. “What’s the difference now?"
It’s clear he’s trying to prevent them from going any further, but Jihoon wants to make sure Soonyoung knows he’s nothing like the trainees comments say. He vowed to Soonyoung that he’d be someone he can rely on, and he is going to fulfill the promises he’s said for as long as they’re together.
“Do it or I’ll undress you myself."
Grumbling a little, Soonyoung sits up and hesitantly pulls his shirt over his head, then his sweatpants, until he’s sitting on their bed in only his boxers. He looks like he wants to leave the room, the expression on his face unpleasant as his arms curl over his stomach, as though he’s trying to hide his little pudge.
Jihoon’s lips curl up a little. “Lie against the headboard,” he says.
Soonyoung listens without complaint, most likely wondering what he’s trying to do as he rests his back against the headboard of their bed. Once he’s settled, Jihoon crawls over and straddles his hips, laying his hands across Soonyoung’s broad shoulders.
“Sit on your hands,” Jihoon whispers, rubbing his thumbs soothingly on his husband’s collarbones. “Don’t move them, and close your eyes."
He can see Soonyoung’s expression turn hesitant again, but he reluctantly places his hands beneath his butt and sits on them. He gives Jihoon one last look before his eyes flutter shut, and now Jihoon has him right where he wants him, his position vulnerable and free for the taking.
Jihoon starts slowly at first, leaning in and pressing gentle pecks against Soonyoung’s face. His lips trail from Soonyoung’s jawline to his cheeks, across the bridge of his nose and smack dab in the middle of his forehead. He trails back down again, down Soonyoung’s nose and placing one peck on his Cupid’s bow, one on his chin, then he presses their lips together sweetly.
Soonyoung responds slowly, lips barely moving as he lets Jihoon take the lead this time. Jihoon moves slowly, languidly, fingers splayed across Soonyoung’s jaw as he tilts his head to lock their lips together better. He takes his time, slowly resorting to small, sweet pecks that he begins to trail down Soonyoung’s jaw and pepper down the column of his neck.
He takes his time kissing down Soonyoung’s shoulders and chest, hands sliding down to caress his waist and squeeze affectionately. He can feel Soonyoung’s muscles tensing up beneath his touch, and he can hear his breath stutter a little, a small noise of surprise leaving his lips.
Jihoon goes down, down, down, until he can place kisses on Soonyoung’s little pudge lovingly.
“J-Jihoon, wait,” Soonyoung blurts out, ripping his hand from underneath him to push gently against Jihoon’s forehead. “Wait, this is—it’s embarrassing..."
Jihoon ignores him, reaching up to thread their fingers together. He continues peppering kisses against his husband’s skin, hands sliding down to caress his thighs and give them a gentle squeeze. Soonyoung makes a noise at the back of his throat, sounding oddly between a whimper and a whine.
He slides down more, dragging his lips over Soonyoung’s left thigh without much thought, then switching over to his right. Soonyoung is squirming underneath him, his whole body flushed red and embarrassed noises coming from his throat. He tries subtly moving away, shifting his hips a little, but Jihoon keeps a firm grasp on him to keep him in place.
“If you’re so embarrassed, turn over,” he says simply. “Let me see you."
Soonyoung’s breath hitches. “Jihoon, you don’t have to—"
“I want to."
That shuts Soonyoung up real quick. Jihoon watches, satisfied, as his husband rolls over on his stomach to expose his lean back. Jihoon crawls on top of Soonyoung and dips his head down, letting his lips slide over the expanse of his back.
It’s more calming than he expected, worshipping Soonyoung’s body like this. If there’s a chance his husband ever feels horrible about himself again, Jihoon would willingly press a thousand kisses on his skin over and over again until it’s more than enough to let Soonyoung know that he’s precious regardless of how he looks.
Soonyoung’s shoulder is still tense with embarrassment, and Jihoon can see the redness beginning to spread down. He slides his hand down against the expanse of Soonyoung’s back, the pads of his fingers gently grazing against the dimples at the bottom of his spine. He leans forward and presses a kiss against Soonyoung’s nape.
You’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I’ll love them endlessly
I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth
“You’re beautiful, Soonyoung,” Jihoon whispers. He hears Soonyoung’s breath hitch but he keeps going, sliding his lips beneath his shoulder blade. “I don’t say it often but you really are the most beautiful star in the universe. For every negative comment you get about your flaws, I’ll give you a hundred reasons why I love them."
“Jihoon..."
“Should I start now?"
Soonyoung falls quiet, a strangled noise coming from his throat as Jihoon grazes his fingers across his side. When his husband makes no move to refuse him, Jihoon starts off his list, every word confident with no hesitation at all.
“First off, your smile,” he begins, draping himself over Soonyoung’s back to press a kiss on his cheek. “You were trying to cover it earlier. You never do that around me. I love your smile, the way it makes your cheeks bunch up and the way it makes your eyes disappear into those pretty moon crescents."
“Jihoonie...” Soonyoung’s voice is shaking in that way where it sounds like he’s smiling.
“Sometimes you smile when we kiss,” Jihoon continues, grinning when Soonyoung’s shoulders tremble beneath his fingertips. “You think I get annoyed because I always scold you, but I really don’t. I actually think kisses with you like that are the best, when our lips barely touch and it’s all teeth and laughter...I cherish those kisses the most, because we’re both happy like that. You’re happy like that."
“Wait.” Soonyoung’s voice trembles. “Jihoon, I really can’t handle this..."
“Your laugh is only one of the things I love most about you,” Jihoon continues, undeterred. “When your whole body just vibrates because you’re so happy...when you laugh so hard, your dolphin side comes out...when you clap your hands and throw your head back that you almost fall over...those moments are precious too. You’re precious like that."
Soonyoung finally rolls on his side so he can peer up at Jihoon, and the prettiest blush spreads across the bridge of his nose.
“You’re pretty when you blush,” Jihoon says, watching in fascination as Soonyoung’s blush scarlets. “When you make a mistake and get all awkward...when you say something embarrassing because you usually speak without thinking...it’s so cute. It just makes me want to—“ Cutting himself off, Jihoon leans forward and presses two fat kisses against the apples of Soonyoung’s cheeks, “—do that."
Soonyoung’s eyes curve up, the smile on his face making his cheeks bunch up in the way that makes Jihoon feel all soft and gooey inside.
“Jihoonie..."
But if I do, it’s you
Oh, it’s you, they add up to
I’m in love with you
And all these little things
“Maybe even you don’t notice all these little things about you,” Jihoon murmurs, reaching up to rub his thumb against Soonyoung’s bottom lip. “All these beautiful things that made me fall in love with you, and all these little things that still make me fall for you. We’ve been together for as long as I can remember, and I still manage to find new things to learn about you."
“Like what?” Soonyoung whispers, kissing the pad of Jihoon’s thumb.
“Like...how you can’t go to bed without a cup of tea first,” Jihoon says, and Soonyoung’s smile grows. “And you talk in your sleep, you know? It scared me in the beginning, but then I hear you say my name in your sleep, and suddenly it’s not so scary anymore. You usually end up in my arms when that happens."
Soonyoung covers his face shyly, looking sheepish. “I feel most comfortable with you,” he mumbles, and Jihoon’s heart swells.
You can’t go to bed without a cup of tea
And maybe that’s the reason that you talk in your sleep
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep
Though it makes no sense to me
“I actually recorded what you said one night,” Jihoon says, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. “I think it happened last week? I wanted to send it to you to see if you remember what you said, and I’m glad I did. You were so cute."
He scrolls through his gallery to locate the short video he stored, but before he can press play, Soonyoung covers the screen with his hand, shaking his head.
“Wait, I probably said something weird,” he whines. “Noona always tells me I used to say weird things when I was little."
I know you never loved the sound of your voice on tape
Jihoon chuckles and shakes Soonyoung’s hand off. “You didn’t, I promise. Just listen."
He presses play and lets the video run. For a moment, all they can hear is the sound of calm breathing. Another few seconds pass before Soonyoung looks at him questioningly, impatient. Jihoon ups the volume, biting down on his lip to prevent a smile from forming on his lips when he hears the familiar sound of the sheets rustle.
”Hoon-Hoon,” Soonyoung’s sleepy voice comes through. ”Ni..."
In the recording, Jihoon snorts quietly. ”Are you awake?"
Another few seconds of silence pass, then a long drawn out, ”Nooooo,” from Soonyoung. ”Ji...Ni...can you...can you get the...mmmm...get the wallet, please."
Soonyoung’s face screws up with a wince, no doubt cringing at himself. Jihoon only laughs and shushes him.
”Wallet?” Jihoon murmurs in the recording. ”What for, hon?"
”Be’cos...be’cos I need to pay...we went on a date...I wanna pay..."
“But I paid already."
Soonyoung reaches up and smacks Jihoon’s shoulder. “Why would you tell that to my sleep talking self?” he whines cutely. “We already fight over who pays the bills when we go out on dates."
“You were so cute, Soons,” Jihoon laughs, kissing Soonyoung’s cheek before he rewinds the few seconds they missed. “Wait, I think we’re getting to the funny part.” He plays the video from where they left off.
”Nooooo,” comes Soonyoung’s whine. ”Why did you payyyyy? I wanted...you paid last time...it was s’posed to be my turn...my turn next time..."
Jihoon stifles a laugh in the recording. ”Okay, okay. I’ll let you pay next time with kisses."
It falls silent again, then a small, ”Fine, sugar daddy."
Soonyoung lets out a screech and tries to snatch Jihoon’s phone away, but the producer dodges it with a loud cackle, slipping his phone in his pocket before Soonyoung can get it. He gathers his husband in his arms and locks him in a tight embrace to prevent him from moving too much.
“I really said that.” Soonyoung’s voice comes out high-pitched and smothered as he burrows his face in Jihoon’s neck. “Oh my god. You fucking suck."
“And you swallow."
“Jihoon!"
Jihoon pulls away with another cackle and raises his arms to shield himself as Soonyoung smacks him with a pillow, face flushed red and a cute scowl on his face. He pulls the pillow away from Soonyoung and lunges forward to smother his husband in kisses that have him giggling abruptly.
“I’m just stating facts, baby,” Jihoon grins, “Honesty is key, no?"
“Not like that."
Chuckling, Jihoon pecks Soonyoung several times, addicted. “You’re so cute that it makes me angry sometimes, because I just want to keep you all to myself. Flaws and all."
“Flaws and all?"
Jihoon nods firmly. “Flaws and all,” he repeats.
“...Even with my pudgy—"
“Pudgy stomach, yes."
“...then what about my fat—"
“Thick thighs? Always."
You never want to know how much you weigh
You still have to squeeze into your jeans
But you’re perfect to me
“...okay, then how about how loud my—"
“Your love is for me? Of course."
Soonyoung sighs. “You’re sure you’ll still love me when—"
“We’re old and have gray hair and have bad backs? No doubt."
“Even if we fight and scream at each other—"
“And always come back to each other in the end?” Jihoon kisses him. “Absolutely."
“You’re annoying."
“I love you."
Soonyoung finally breaks out of his facade and melts into a smile. He brings Jihoon’s face down to his and kisses him languidly, their smiles connecting like pieces of a puzzle and suddenly, everything feels right again. Jihoon would never trade a single thing about Soonyoung; he’s perfect the way he is and nothing can change his mind.
I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if it’s true, it’s you
It’s you, they add up to
I’m in love with you
And all these little things
“Can we sleep?” Soonyoung asks against his lips. “I wanna cuddle naked."
Something in Jihoon’s chest blossoms. Soonyoung usually only ever asks for naked cuddles when he wants more security from him. It makes Jihoon feel proud in some way, that only he gets to witness Soonyoung in such a vulnerable moment, that he gets to be the only one to cherish moments like those.
Humming in affirmation, Jihoon pulls away and pulls his shirt over his head, then his sweatpants, tossing both in some random corner of his room to store in the laundry for later. Soonyoung is already stripping himself of his boxers when he returns his attention to him, so Jihoon follows his actions until they’re both bare as the day they were born.
“Come here,” Jihoon says as he lies on his side of the bed. He pats the space beside him and opens his arms, sighing out in satisfaction when Soonyoung curls himself into his arms.
Jihoon can feel the little buzzing in his fingertips as he rubs his hand against Soonyoung’s side, from his shoulder down to his upper thigh. He hitches Soonyoung’s leg onto his hip, and it’s then he can feel all the beautiful contrasts between them. The ridges of his own firm body in contrast to the softness of Soonyoung’s, Soonyoung’s tan skin as opposed to his own paleness...they’re beautiful together and he loves it.
You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you
And you’ll never treat yourself right, darlin’, but I want you to
“You can tell me anything, you know?” Jihoon whispers after a couple minutes of comfortable silence. “I don’t intend to break my wedding vows to you anytime soon, or ever. I don’t think I’ve expressed how much I love you...but I do. I love you so much."
Soonyoung tucks his head in Jihoon’s shoulder and kisses his neck. “I know, Jihoonie. I love you too, so much. More than you’ll ever know."
If I let you know, I’m here for you
Maybe you’ll love yourself like I love you, oh
Jihoon never intended to do anything other than cuddle Soonyoung, but the next thing he knows, his husband is clambering on top of him and leaning down to press their lips together. He lets Soonyoung do as he pleases, and he lets his own hands roam down Soonyoung’s body lovingly.
“Jihoonie...” Soonyoung whispers, caressing his husband’s face. “Can you love me the way you’ve always done?"
Jihoon’s response comes naturally. “I’ll love you as I always have, just stronger."
And I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth
'Cause it's you, oh, it's you
It's you, they add up to
And I'm in love with you
And all these little things
When they kiss for the second time, it becomes more heated but loving all the same. Jihoon easily unravels Soonyoung with his hands alone, swallowing down his moans and reciprocating all of Soonyoung’s gestures with his own. It’s exactly how he feels the first time they made love to each other, only this time, the fire inside him is more intense.
It’s not too long before their bedroom becomes solely filled by the sound of rustling sheets and noises of pleasure. The room is still dimly lit from their lamp, and it’s a little cold from the air conditioner Jihoon turned on when he got home first.
“Baby,” Soonyoung breathes, pupils blown and face flushed. “Lights off."
Jihoon reaches over and flicks off the lamp. “On or off, I’m ready to love every single inch of you,” he mutters under his breath.
Turning back to Soonyoung, he throws the blankets over their naked bodies and muffles the squeal his husband lets out with his lips, fully intending to ravish Soonyoung tonight and let him know just how much he loves him.
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if it's true, it's you
It's you, they add up to
I'm in love with you
And all your little things
Notes:
Ridiculously fluffy and a little bit angsty, my cup of tea, hehehe. If I’m being honest, I may have been projecting onto Jihoon through my writing just a little bit, hehehe. Stupid in love Soonhoon is what I’m here for -3-
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 15: Text Messages
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon texting each other
(Texts are NOT mine!)
Go to Twitter and please use the hashtags #MGMAVOTE and #SEVENTEEN and tag their official Twitter handle @pledis_17 (in one tweet) so they can win Top Artist (maybe even possibly a daesang.) Check the post on my Instagram @mistehri because every Carat needs to be aware of how much of an impact we have on Seventeen.
If you haven’t already heard of the goals for Seventeen’s comeback in early August, here it is:
- All Kill Music Charts
- 10M views for MV within 24 hours
- 500K albums in the first week in Hanteo
- 15 music show wins
- 4 triple crown wins (MCountdown, Music Bank, Inkigayo, Music Core)Enjoy reading! ❤
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Idiot: hoonie
Idiot: hoon-ah
Idiot: Jihoon
Idiot: jihoonie...
Idiot: sweetheart
Idiot: my love
Idiot: jihoon i am not afraid to start calling you terrible names if you don’t respond to me >:(
my lovely: I’m waiting.
Idiot: ...
Idiot: bowl of cereal that was created by adding milk BEFORE the cereal
my lovely: do not fight me on this
my lovely: the milk makes the cereal soggy so in conclusion, you need to add the milk first
my lovely: or else the cereal will get soggy quicker
Idiot: jihoonie i love you, but you’re an absolute monster
Idiot has changed my lovely's username to bowl of cereal that was created by adding milk BEFORE the cereal.
bowl of cereal that was created by adding milk BEFORE the cereal: Soonyoung.
bowl of cereal that was created by adding milk BEFORE the cereal has changed their username to Jihoon.
Idiot: hoonie ur no fun :(
Idiot has changed Jihoon’s username to the most prettiest husband
Idiot has changed their username to husband of the prettiest
husband of the prettiest: much better
the prettiest of the pretty: i
the prettiest of the pretty: fine
husband of the prettiest: i can feel you blushing, my pretty <3
the prettiest of the pretty: shut up.
the prettiest of the pretty: i will change my name if you keep teasing me
the prettiest of the pretty: anyway
the prettiest of the pretty: why did you even text me? you’re literally downstairs
husband of the prettiest: becAUSE
husband of the prettiest: I’m bored :(
husband of the prettiest: and i just want a reason to talk to you
the prettiest of the pretty: idiot
the prettiest of the pretty: you don’t need a reason to talk to me
the prettiest of the pretty: i’ll gladly talk to you
husband of the prettiest: jIHOONIE !!!!!
husband of the prettiest: aHHHAAhbfsoffoern
husband of the prettiest: my he art is doing jithat wekirnd thinga agbsain
husband of the prettiest: ahhhh ur os cute !! <3<3<3 ilysm!!
the prettiest of the pretty: did you just
the prettiest of the pretty: omg soonyoung
the prettiest of the pretty: ...
the prettiest of the pretty: i love you too
husband of the prettiest: kjfaguiahfla kmjihoine
husband of the prettiest: jihknooie :((((
the prettiest of the pretty: ffs can you spell my name right
husband of the prettiest: i cknant I’m cyrunig to mcuh
husband of the prettiest: I’m comungj up rn os we cna cuddle and I’m gnona ksis u until we die in esachb others arsm
the prettiest of the pretty: sounds like a mess
the prettiest of the pretty: im in
the prettiest of the pretty: the door is wide open
the prettiest of the pretty: <3
the prettiest of the pretty: also can u get snacks I’m kinda hungry
the prettiest of the pretty: soony;akenw28kh
Notes:
So if you didn’t get it at the end, basically Soonyoung threw himself at Jihoon which resulted in the keyboard smash :) I’m willing to make this texting thing a series or maybe a part 2?
Other things:
1) [Prologue] An Ode 1: Unchained Melody. Okay, wow, that happened. They all look so freaking good and that small Soonhoon part where Jihoon opens his eyes and sees Soonyoung, omg. There’s speculations that it’s not an actual comeback because their schedule is so packed, but it’s just a single so album sales will NOT count. Instead, streaming and watching the video WILL count, so let’s stream nonstop.
2) I am actually hitting a writer’s block with this fanfic and I only got this idea from a text fanfic of Yoonmin, oops. If any of you have suggestions, I’m open to anything!
3) I fixed up my writer’s block for my drafted fanfic (I’m moving on to chapter 8, so yay!)
4) ALSO ― not really important ― but if anyone knows the video when Soonyoung sings Seungkwan’s part in Home (the bridge part. I’m pretty sure it was in a Japanese interview.) I’d appreciate the link :)
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 16: Moving Day
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon moving in ft. Exhausted Soonyoung and Tired Jihoon
Thank you to @RegretConflictSecrets for this idea!
Go to Twitter and please use the hashtags #MGMAVOTE and #SEVENTEEN and tag their official Twitter handle @pledis_17 (in one tweet) so they can win Top Artist (maybe even possibly a daesang.) Check the post on my Instagram @mistehri because every Carat needs to be aware of how much of an impact we have on Seventeen.
If you haven’t already heard of the goals for Seventeen’s comeback in early August, here it is:
- All Kill Music Charts
- 10M views for MV within 24 hours
- 500K albums in the first week in Hanteo
- 15 music show wins
- 4 triple crown wins (MCountdown, Music Bank, Inkigayo, Music Core)Enjoy reading! ❤
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Soonyoung huffs as he moves in another box, hunching over it and letting out a loud groan. Sweat is dripping down his temples, muscles burning with pain and exhaustion. His face is red with exertion and the small of his back is starting to ache from the weight he’s carried so far. Behind him, Jihoon rolls his eyes and sets down a bigger box, bigger than what Soonyoung has carried and probably a lot heavier too.
“Hey, hey,” Jihoon scolds, kicking his husband’s thigh lightly. “Come on, get up. We still have, like, twenty more boxes to pull in."
Soonyoung lets out a louder groan at that and his head drops as he hugs the box in front of him. Just the sound of having more boxes to pull in is enough to make his muscles ache. The two have finally officially moved into their new house, ready to create a new beginning. As excited as Soonyoung is to begin a new chapter with the love of his life, the excitement had quickly dissipated when he realized that moving comes with a cost, quite literally, in both money and physicality.
“Why don’t we just do it tomorrow?” Soonyoung complains. “I’m too tired and weak right now."
“Soonyoung,” Jihoon deadpans, flicking the dancer’s forehead. “You only pulled in two boxes."
“But Jihoon,” Soonyoung whines, pouting up at his husband. “My arms are tired."
Okay, he’s being a drama queen now but who wants to move back and forth to drop off boxes? Not one, not two, not three boxes ― but twenty. Soonyoung kind of regrets letting himself become inconsistent with his workout routine and now he’s facing the consequences.
Jihoon clucks his tongue. “No buts, Soonyoung. We are paying the movers 13,500 won an hour. I don’t know about you but if you want them to be here the whole night, the money they’re getting won’t be coming out of my wallet."
“We share a bank account though?” Soonyoung says confusedly, pout more emphasized.
Jihoon sighs and rolls his eyes again. “Listen,” he says. “How about we compromise? For every box you pull in, I’ll give you a kiss."
Soonyoung pretends to think, finger tapping his chin. “How about this,” he says instead. “For every small box I pull in, I’ll get one kiss. For every big box, I’ll get two kisses. Yeah, I think I like the sound of that."
Jihoon’s lips quirk up in amusement. “Come on then,” he hums, turning around and heading out the door. “If I pull in more boxes, you’re getting less kisses."
The dancer hops onto his feet, suddenly more energetic than he was just two minutes ago. The promise of their little agreement is enough to fuel him to start moving and although his arms are aching, he doesn’t really feel the burn. Although they’re married and happily in love, Soonyoung won’t ever pass up an opportunity to kiss Jihoon no matter the expense of his own pain.
Jihoon can’t help the chuckle escaping his lips when he passes by Soonyoung on the way to the truck. His husband is counting numbers under his breath, most likely counting how many kisses he’ll receive by his workout and the producer finds it terribly endearing. It’s like watching a child pick their toys up and counting them to make sure they have all of them. Only, Soonyoung is quite literally a child so the comparison is accurate.
When Soonyoung brings in the last box (which is another big one), Jihoon brings out the exact money from his wallet and hands it to the former, gesturing to the workers outside. “Here,” he says. “Go give this to them and thank them for their time."
“Will I get another kiss?” Soonyoung asks cheekily, a silly grin on his face as he takes the bills and coins.
“I’ll give you another kiss,” Jihoon relents, shaking his head as Soonyoung runs out the door while excitedly yelling out his gratitude. Chuckling, the younger man starts to open the boxes within his reach and when his husband comes back, he asks, “So how many kisses do I owe you?"
“I pulled in seven big boxes and two small boxes,” Soonyoung says, sounding proud of himself as he comes closer to the producer with a mischievous smile. “And I get another kiss for giving the workers the money, so it all adds up to seventeen kisses!"
“Seventeen?” Jihoon says lightly with a hint of accusation in his voice. He crosses his arm playfully and smiles at the older man. “Are you sure you counted right? That sounds like a lot of kisses."
“Yes, yes!” Soonyoung says enthusiastically, giggling as he wraps his arms around Jihoon to pull him closer. “Seventeen kisses, I’m sure. Wah, seventeen, huh? Everything was destined for this moment, Jihoonie. We were Seventeen, one of South Korea’s biggest boy groups and now I get seventeen kisses from you. Ah, everything really was written in the stars."
Jihoon bursts out laughing at Soonyoung’s logic but nonetheless, he unfolds his arms and cradles the dancer’s face between two hands. “Yes, that’s it,” he says sarcastically, pecking his husband once. “We moved in precisely so you can get seventeen kisses."
Soonyoung’s grin widens as he leans down to meet Jihoon halfway. “No talking, Hoonie. You still have sixteen more to go."
Notes:
Okay, I’m so sorry for how short this is with how long I took to update this. Jeez, summer is almost over and I gotta go back to school next week >< I’ve just started writing chapter 9 of my new fic, hehe.
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 17: Date (Not Really)
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon ft. going on a date (not really).
Notes:
Carats, please vote for Seventeen on Idol Champ when the 4th week of August is up. NCT is currently in the lead with a 1% difference, we can still win the 4th week!
Blonde Soonyoung is ready to kill us. Also, that video where Jeonghan and Jihoon bump hats together is my ultimate devastation ;-;
Enjoy reading! ❤
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Okay, ready? Watch your step."
Soonyoung guides Jihoon the best he can while covering the producer’s eyes with his hands. Honestly, he could’ve used a blindfold instead of using his hands but he couldn’t find one in his excitement to treat his husband out on a date, something they haven’t had a chance to do in the past three months they’ve been busy.
“Where are we?” Jihoon chuckles in amusement, hands out to prevent himself from bumping into anything.
Soonyoung smiles, kissing the crown of the younger’s head. “You’ll find out soon enough. Okay, turn right...and stop. When I remove my hands, you better not open your eyes."
“Fine."
The dancer reluctantly removes his hands and steps around Jihoon, making sure the producer has his eyes closed. He waves his hand back and forth and mimics a punch, just for precautionary measures. When Jihoon doesn’t flinch, he crosses to the other side, making sure not to destroy any of his hard work. Bending down, he flicks a small switch and smiles to himself as he watches the little fairy lights spark to life.
Jihoon’s going to love this, Soonyoung thinks to himself proudly. However, when he stands up and turns to Jihoon, the latter’s eyes are already open, wide with awe and surprise as he looks around.
“Yeobo,” Soonyoung whines, lips pushing into a pout, “I told you not to open your eyes."
“When did you even have the time to put this together?” Jihoon asks in amusement, eyes curving into those little half-moon eye crescents that Soonyoung adores so dearly as he gives the dancer a smile. “In our living room at that? Kwon Soonyoung, you are something else, I swear."
“I did this a few hours ago,” the dancer admits, walking over to Jihoon and wrapping his arms around him, “and for the most part, it was pretty easy, especially when you’re cooped up in our bedroom most of the time. I was confident enough that you wouldn’t come downstairs, and we haven’t been on a date in a few months so I decided to make this."
Jihoon hums, letting Soonyoung coddle him. “Is that why you were so obnoxious when I went to the kitchen?” he teases lightly. “Because you were building a blanket fort? How old are you? I think I’m married to a five year old. It’s past your bedtime."
“I didn’t want you to see it,” Soonyoung huffs, his pout reappearing. “I almost ruined the whole thing trying to block you from seeing it, and I’m not five years old. I’m just a grown man who happens to miss his childhood and also wants to spend some time with his husband. Besides, my height worked to my advantage, you’re short enough that you can’t see past my head."
With the moment ruined, Jihoon pushes a laughing Soonyoung off of him unforgivingly, face turning blank as he glares at his husband. (Even after the almost 30 years he’s been alive, he’s still sensitive about his height and his idiot knows that better than anyone.)
“I’m sorry, yeobo,” Soonyoung giggles, arms coming up to wrap around the younger again, tightening his grip when Jihoon makes a move to push him off again. “I’m just joking, love. Your height is so cute."
“Shut up, dummy,” Jihoon says, scowling up at him. “I swear, if you make one more comment about my height, you are sleeping down here alone. I’m taking all the blankets with me."
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” the dancer grins, pressing a kiss to the producer’s forehead. “Come on, let’s go in the fort now. I have dinner and movies ready and if I’m being honest right now, I just really want some cuddles."
Jihoon snorts. “Who said you’re getting cuddles tonight?” Nonetheless, he moves the blankets aside and crawls in, smiling at how nostalgic everything feels.
The fort is pretty big, taking up a little more than half of their living room. The coffee table and the couch has been moved aside and instead, it’s replaced with a large comforter on the ground, complete with blankets and tons of pillows. Four of their island stools have been placed on the four corners of the room, supporting a larger, more thinner blanket to create the roof. There’s an opening on the side where you can enter and exit the fort, and another opening facing the TV. There’s a line of snacks near the wall along with ramen and pizza, and there’s a stack of movies to choose from.
Overall, it’s pretty comfortable and warm and Jihoon feels things floating in his stomach. The fact that Soonyoung had taken the time to set this all up, to spend time with him, is enough to make his heart overflow with affection and an uncontrollable fondness.
Soonyoung follows after him, smiling cheekily as he watches his husband roll his body towards the food. I’m definitely not the five year old in this relationship.
“What movie are you feeling?” Soonyoung asks, reaching out to press a button on the cable box to open the CD player.
Jihoon hums, eyes lazily falling over the stack of movies. Train to Busan, Miracle in Cell No. 7, The Dude in Me, La La Land, Black Panther, Aven ― Oh.
”Let’s watch Endgame,” Jihoon declares, already sliding the movie out of the stack. A smile curves on his lips when his husband groans.
“Endgame? Again?” Soonyoung complains, rolling over next to Jihoon and eyeing the movie in his hand. “We’ve watched that, like, what ― fifty times already. Why don’t you pick something else?"
As much as Soonyoung loves his darling of a husband, he absolutely can’t stand to watch Endgame again. He knows his Jihoonie is a huge fanboy of the Marvel series, and an even bigger fanboy of the heroes themselves, but he’s so close to wanting to watch the Emoji movie (which, not good.)
“Nope,” Jihoon pops the ‘p’ and grins at him. “You asked me, so I chose it. Here, go play it.” He takes the CD out and hands it to Soonyoung.
The dancer sighs in dismay but does as he’s told (because he knows Jihoon can and will nag him for hours on end until he finally listens.) He grumbles to himself as he slides the CD in the player, grabbing the remote to play the movie once again. He plops himself belly-down on the comforter, reaching for a bag of chips as he does so.
“Thank you, I love you,” Jihoon coos, pressing a sloppy wet kiss on his cheek. “You’re the best."
Soonyoung cringes but doesn’t make any move to wipe the excess saliva. “I love you way too much to be going through this torture."
“It’s not torture!” Jihoon exclaims, kicking his leg. “This movie is amazing."
“Okay, but having to witness Tony Stark d ― “ Soonyoung’s next words are muffled by the force of the producer’s hand, who glares at him with steely eyes.
“Don’t,” Jihoon hisses defensively. “We don’t speak of him under this household."
Soonyoung rolls his eyes as he presses play. “Oh, so we can speak of him under any other household?"
He loves bickering with his husband, as petty as it sounds. He just loves how casual the conversation is between them, how playful their bantering is no matter how serious the situation is. He loves riling Jihoon up, to the point where the younger compromises, which is starting to work in his favor.
Jihoon flicks his shoulder. “Listen, if you don’t complain for the next thirty minutes of this movie, I’ll cuddle you and let you pick the next one out. "
Speaking of compromise.
“Deal.” Soonyoung grins at him just as the opening scene begins to play. “I’m holding you to it."
―
“Jihoonie, you said you’d cuddle me now."
“For fuck’s sake, Soonyoung, your timer literally went off, like, two seconds ago."
“But my cuddles...”
Jihoon rolls his eyes but nonetheless, he lets out a sigh and rolls himself on top of his husband’s back, limbs wrapping around his body like a koala as he lets his chin rest on top of Soonyoung’s head. “Better?"
“Well, I can’t exactly see the movie if your head is on top of mine."
“Why are you even complaining? You admitted watching this movie is torture and you’re getting your cuddles."
“But we’re getting to the funny part where Thor looks all fat and chubby. I want to see that."
“Fine, okay, I’m getting off."
“No!"
“What the fuck now?"
“I still want your cuddles..."
“Oh my God, Soons."
“Here, why don’t we just ― “ Soonyoung turns his body around so he’s parallel with the TV, then pats the space in front of him, arms open eagerly. “Okay, come here."
Jihoon stifles an amused laugh as he crawls into Soonyoung’s arms, allowing the older man to be the big spoon as he intertwines their legs together. He makes himself comfortable, getting a better view of the TV as he lets Soonyoung’s warmth encase him. “Is this better?"
Soonyoung presses a kiss to the crown of his head. “Much."
Notes:
I’m just waiting for their K-CON LA performance ><
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 18: Working (Part One)
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon working together ft. Helpful Soonyoung and Stressed Jihoon
Notes:
Phew, another long week! Sorry this took so long, oop. Don’t forget to vote for Seventeen on Idol Champ for 4th week of August!
Enjoy reading! ❤
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Let’s run that through again, Jaehyun-ssi."
Jihoon leans back in his chair, biting the tip of his thumb as he concentrates on what’s going on. The screen in front of him is bright and luminous, glaring fiercely at him as he stares at the colored sound waves. His head feels like a ball of cotton, dry on inspiration. His mind is unconsciously nitpicking at every error as the man in the sound booth clears his throat in preparation before he begins to sing.
Jihoon doesn’t know how long he’s been in his studio, recording awaiting clients and new artists and adjusting the barest minimum. He knows he’s been overworking himself if his dry eyes and those three cans of coke are anything to go by, but he’s used to it by now, has been for over 15 years and knows there’s many more to come.
When Jaehyun finishes his verse, he looks expectantly at the producer.
Unable to give him a satisfying response, Jihoon only sighs and rubs his eyes. “Something isn’t right."
Like a balloon, Jaehyun deflates, seemingly disappointed in himself. “I’m sorry, sunbaenim. I’m trying my best."
The producer feels an ache in his chest at the expression on the younger man’s face, a sense of déjà vu washing over him at the sight. He remembers how he’d felt trying his absolute hardest to hit the right notes, to not run breathless during a recording, to drink plenty of warm water so he doesn’t strain his vocal chords. He can see himself in Jaehyun.
Jihoon purses his lips and crosses his arms. “Go drink some water for now and come back in ten. I’ll try to think of something."
Jaehyun nods, removing the headset and heading out of the studio with a meek bow. When the door closes, Jihoon whips his phone out and dials Soonyoung’s number. It’s not really that much of a stretch, especially when his husband has helped him numerous times in the past with compositions and as much as Jihoon doesn’t want to admit it, Soonyoung is actually pretty knowledgable in producing.
Brrrrrrrrr.
Brrrr —
“Soonyoung — "
“Jihoonie!"
Jihoon almost rolls his eyes at how Soonyoung coos his name, sounding pleasantly surprised and just a little breathless, but he can’t deny the warmth blossoming in his chest when he realizes how quickly his husband had answered.
“Are you busy right now?"
“Not at the moment,” the dancer replies, and the sound of shoes squeaking against the floor and the faint EDM music in the background catches Jihoon’s attention, ”Actually, I just finished teaching class a few minutes ago. Channie came by for a surprise visit too! Channie, say hi to Jihoonie!"
“Jihoonie-hyung?” comes a familiar voice and Jihoon has a hard time trying to suppress his smile. ”Yah, hyung! You said we’d go out for tteokkbeokki sometime soon but that was three years ago!”
The producer laughs, feeling the stress from earlier lighten up a bit. “Sorry, Chan. I’ve been a little busy lately, but I’m free this Saturday. We can go then."
There’s a cheer on the other line. ”You’re the best, hyung!"
“Oh, okay, I see how it is,” Soonyoung’s voice cuts in, dramatic as always. ”Ask Channie out on a date when I’m on the line, why don’t you? You could’ve at least invited me, Jihoonie, y’know — your husband?"
Jihoon snorts in amusement, tone playful as he says, ”A very stupid husband.” Before Soonyoung can protest, he continues, “Anyway, I didn’t call to flirt, although that doesn’t sound like a bad idea — "
”Jihoonie!"
“Ew, hyung!"
The producer smirks. “Since you're not busy, I need you to come to the studio — "
”Are you going to ask what I think you’re going to ask?” Jihoon can feel Soonyoung’s grin through the line.
“Okay, well, if you already know, I’m hanging up — "
”Wait, no! Jihoonie, please go on. I won’t interrupt you anymore, promise,” the dancer whines. ”Please? I want to hear you say it."
Jihoon clucks his tongue and releases a sigh. “Kwon Soonyoung, my very stupid husband, would you be a dear and come to the studio? I’m in desperate need of inspiration for a client, and maybe I wouldn’t be opposed to a kiss or two to recharge — "
”Okay then, sorry, Channie, can you lock the room? You can? Oh, great, thanks!" Soonyoung yelps, and there’s more shuffling along with the sound of running footsteps and a faint yell in the background that Jihoon can only imagine as Chan scolding the older dancer. ”I’ll make it up to you later with that tteokkbeokki date or whatever, promise! My Jihoonie needs me right now — "
”Did...did you just ditch Chan?” Jihoon has to stifle a laugh to scold his husband. “You’re gonna get it the next time we see him."
”Don’t know, don’t care,” Soonyoung’s voice is shaking, like he’s actually running. ”My Jihoonie needs me right now and that’s all that matters."
”Don’t trip on your way here,” Jihoon hums thoughtfully. “I’m not gonna kiss your boo-boo’s."
”Jihoonie!"
”Get here in five minutes or I’m locking the door."
”JIHOONIE!"
—
Sure enough, Soonyoung gets to his studio in three minutes flat, the promise of kisses fueling his motivation. The studio isn’t that far away from the dance studio, and it only takes five minutes to travel between both destinations by foot.
When the door opens, the dancer comes in, looking simultaneously excited and exhausted while panting. However, there’s a silly grin on his face that tells Jihoon he hasn’t run out of energy yet. (Being the homebody he is, Jihoon doesn’t know how Soonyoung manages to look so energetic despite practicing for who-knows-how long.)
“Jihoonie!” Soonyoung coos, making a move to embrace the younger.
The producer dodges his affections, causing his husband to run into the chair with a noise of surprise. It’s not that Jihoon doesn’t want to hug his idiot, but he cringes at the thought of being coddled by a sweaty Soonyoung (something he’s experienced multiple times during the height of their career and has had to take a shower immediately after because hugging a sweaty Soonyoung feels like going under a fucking waterfall.)
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Jihoon hisses, jumping away from the pouting man and grabbing a towel hanging on the back of the couch. (Like he said, he’s experienced this multiple times to not be prepared.)
“I thought you wanted me here,” Soonyoung whines petulantly as Jihoon tosses the towel to him.
Jihoon snorts, watching with sharp eyes as the dancer wipes the sweat off his face. “Yes, to help, not to cuddle."
Soonyoung makes a face at him, what looks to be an expression between mock hurt, amusement and bewilderment. He lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat off his torso, his abs peeking out (and no, Jihoon is not staring, thank you very much.) If Soonyoung does notice his (totally not) staring, he doesn’t say anything about it and hums, “Okay, so you called me to help, not to cuddle, but apparently you need kisses to recharge?"
“Precisely what I’m saying,” Jihoon agrees, walking over to help Soonyoung dry his back. Satisfaction flows through his veins as he subtly touches the dancer’s skin.
“And why do you need to recharge?” Soonyoung asks in amusement, turning around and facing the younger. “You’re so contradicting."
“Work’s been stressful lately and I have a new client,” Jihoon explains, throwing the towel in a basket (and let’s just say that basket is meant for other times Soonyoung visits him.) "Apparently, his comeback is due in four months but his manager is only now trying to work on the side tracks. I’m working on the third one right now. I have the verses down pat but I can’t get to the bridge unless we finish the chorus — "
“You didn’t finish the chorus?"
“I didn’t — don’t look at me like that. I know, wow, super unusual for Kwon Jihoon, huh?"
Soonyoung grins at the name. “Yes, it is super unusual for Kwon Jihoon because Kwon Jihoon always comes up with amazing choruses."
Jihoon rolls his eyes but he gives in to his husband’s antics. (He won’t admit it but he’s a weak man when it comes to Soonyoung acting unintentionally cute, which happens all the time much to his dismay.)
“Okay, well, Kwon Jihoon is stuck in a rut right now and needs Lee Soonyoung’s feedback on how the song sounds so far so he can finish the — "
Before he can finish his sentence, he’s being smothered in Soonyoung’s embrace. Said husband is whining with endearment as he buries his face in Jihoon’s neck, and from Jihoon’s point of view, he can see how red his ears are turning.
“Please don’t call me Lee Soonyoung so unexpectedly,” the dancer mumbles, sounding shy, “It’s not even official yet. You should feel how fast my heart is beating right now."
Jihoon snorts, nose crinkling at the salty scent of Soonyoung’s sweat but he doesn’t make a move to push him off. “You’re so gross. Your love for me is gross, you know? And no, I’m gonna keep calling you Lee Soonyoung so you know how I feel when you call me Kwon Jihoon."
“What the hell, Jihoonie,” Soonyoung groans, pulling away and pouting, “You’re such a contradicting tsundere. First, you tell me my love for you is gross but then you say you’re gonna keep calling me Lee Soonyoung so I know how you’ll feel when I call you Kwon Jihoon, which would mean that you feel all shy and happy when I do call you that. And second, you hug me yet you didn’t call me here to cuddle, but you want kisses? Ah, why did I marry you?"
Jihoon makes a face at him, the exact same one Soonyoung gave him, but he leans up to kiss the dancer’s pout away anyway. “You love me."
“Maybe."
“You do."
“You’re right,” Soonyoung sighs, letting Jihoon peck his lips again. “So are we just gonna stay like this or are we gonna work on the song? You know, I wouldn’t be opposed to kissing only — "
“No, we’re working,” Jihoon declares, unraveling himself from his husband’s arms and plopping himself on his chair, “I need this finished in the next three weeks and speaking of finishing, Jaehyun-ssi should be here by now — "
The door opens and in come said client, looking meek and shy.
“Um,” Jaehyun speaks timidly, “Sorry for taking so long, sunbaenim."
“No worries, just get in the booth,” Jihoon mutters, clicking a few things on the computer. “I called Hoshi-ssi to help assist us in the producing. I’ll have him listen to the recording a few times and then we can work on the revision."
“Nice to meet you,” Soonyoung chirps with a slight bow, “I’m Hoshi, Woozi’s husband."
Jaehyun looks at him in awe, seemingly nervous as he bows clumsily. “Ah, yes, I watch your dance covers. You’re amazing, Hoshi-ssi."
“Oh, thank you!” Soonyoung beams. “I’m glad you think so. Shall we start with the recording then?"
Jaehyun nods rapidly and makes his way into the booth, putting on his headsets and waiting patiently.
Jihoon plays the recording, allowing the sound to travel through the room as he watches Soonyoung’s reaction through the screen. He’s glad with how quick the introductions were, especially when Jaehyun had praised the dancer (and no, he is not jealous.) Soonyoung's expression is focused, eyes staring intently at the computer screen as he listens to the music and when the song ends with obvious missing parts, he hums thoughtfully.
“Well, since there’s a piano for the verses, maybe you should add an orchestra of some sorts,” he suggests, leaning over Jihoon slightly to look at the computer. “Nothing too dramatic though since this does sound light and airy. I’d say maybe some violins, double bass and some wind instruments? But of course, the focus should be solely on the piano and Jaehyun-ssi’s voice, so tone down the double bass maybe?"
“Look at you,” Jihoon teases, grinning up at Soonyoung, “Expert in the world of music producing, huh?"
Soonyoung shrugs casually. “What can I say? I learned a thing or two from the best.” He pauses for a moment then grins back at Jihoon cheekily. “I’m talking about Yoongi-hyung, by the way. I got this idea from Outro: Tear. That orchestra went hard."
Jihoon slaps the dancer’s bicep with a scowl but gets to work on composing his visions onto the screen. “You’re an ass."
The older laughs and kisses the crown of Jihoon’s head. “You know I’m joking, yeobo. I like your style more anyway."
“You’re being biased because we’re married."
“I liked your style even before we got married."
“Well, you were biased because we were dating."
“But I still liked your style before we dated."
“When we were friends."
“Even before friends."
“Mutual acquaintances."
“Before we knew each oth — "
“For fucks' sake, Soonyoung, okay, I get it,” Jihoon sighs, throwing his hands up. “You like my style more than Yoongi-hyung’s and you’re totally not biased or whatever."
Soonyoung giggles, pressing another kiss to the crown of his head. “Love you."
Feeling his face warm up, Jihoon ducks his head and tries to concentrate on the composition again. “Whatever."
“Um..."
Both Soonyoung and Jihoon look up at a sheepish Jaehyun.
“Not that I don’t think it’s cute or anything,” Jaehyun says awkwardly, “but are we going to record anytime soon? I have an interview to go to in three hours."
It’s quiet for a moment before Jihoon clears his throat. “Uh, right, of course. Sorry. Practice your lines for now while I arrange some things."
With Jaehyun obediently singing quietly to himself in the booth, Jihoon catches Soonyoung’s grin through the screen.
“Hoonie — "
“Not a word, Lee Soonyoung."
“Jihoonie!"
Notes:
A little longer and more fluff than I intended but what can you do? This was inspired by the post on fan cafe Jihoon posted of him and Soonyoung (yes, Jihoon posted of Soonhoon) ;-; My Soonhoon heart is satisfied, hehe.
K-CON LA was amazing, omg but if you find Seventeen annoying for playing Aju Nice four times, that’s your problem :)
Not beta’d.
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 19: Working (Part Two)
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon working together ft. Frustrated Soonyoung and Helpful Jihoon
Notes:
I feel like I’m going to be updating once a week from now on with school and all.
Enjoy reading! ❤
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Now try bringing it from the top while I come up with the next part. And a five, six, seven, eight — "
Soonyoung watches with sharp eyes as the two idols begin to dance, movements a little stiff and jerky. The sound of their sneakers squeak against the floor, their eyes focused on the mirrors in front of them. He frowns at the sight; he doesn’t know why the two are so tense, but the expressions on their faces are too rigid, too tight to compliment the light movements.
Haneul and Mirae are both exceptional dancers from different groups, from what Soonyoung’s heard and from what he’s watched. Despite their natural talents, Soonyoung finds multiple flaws when he witnesses the awkward chemistry between the two. Both of them are similar in a lot of ways, which would’ve been great if they weren’t so shy and be able to actually look each other in the eye.
With their showcase to open MAMA in just a little over a month, Soonyoung realizes he has his work cut out for him as he watches the two bump into each other in an attempt to twirl towards the middle.
He sighs as Haneul and Mirae bow to each other with embarrassed looks, faces pink.
They’re only 17 seconds into the song...
...for a 50 second choreography.
Soonyoung pauses the music and stands up from where he’s sitting on the floor. He walks towards the two and hums thoughtfully.
“Sorry, sunbaenim,” Hanuel mutters sheepishly, his head bowed. “I’ll try better next time.”
Beside him, Mirae nods her agreement. “Me too."
“Is there something wrong with the choreography?” Soonyoung questions instead, trying to get to the root of the problem, “Or do you not remember it? I can show you again, you just need to ask."
“That’s not it, sunbaenim,” Mirae protests, shaking her head frantically. “I remember it clearly — "
“Does the tempo feel too fast or slow?” Soonyoung continues, his gaze shifting between the two. “Does it feel too intimate with each other? You both seem awkward, but from what I’ve seen and from what I’ve heard from your managers, you’ve danced together before. Ever since we started, your expressions are always stiff and unemotional. Dancing is not only about movement but also incorporating emotions for the best possible outcomes."
“Yes, sunbaenim.” Both of his students reply, looking a little disappointed.
“Why don’t we take a few minutes off?” Soonyoung suggests. “Try to get to know each other more, okay? We can’t have you dancing at the showcase looking like you haven’t been practicing at all. I’ll ring someone up in the meantime and hopefully he’ll cooperate enough to help me demonstrate what the performance should look like."
Haneul and Mirae both nod, looking painfully awkward as they turn to each other shyly and begin talking.
Soonyoung steps away from them and whips out his phone to dial Jihoon’s number. Jihoon to dancing is Soonyoung to producing, both knowledgable in each other’s areas but not quite to the point of expertise.
Brrrrrrrrr.
Brrrrrrrrr.
Brrrrrrrrr.
Brrrrrrrrr.
Your call has been forward to an automated voice —
Soonyoung rolls his eyes and scowls. Either Jihoon is too busy working or he’s purposely ignoring him; the dancer wouldn’t be surprised if it was the latter.
Brrrrrrrrr.
Brrrrrrrrr.
Brrrrr —
“Jihoonie."
”No, I was not purposely ignoring you, Soonyoung,” Jihoon sniffs from the other line. ”Quit pouting, I can feel it. If you didn’t call to take me out on a ramyun date, I’m hanging up — "
”Wait, no — ” Soonyoung whines. However, the line cuts off, leaving the dancer to huff in annoyance, cheeks puffing up as he rings Jihoon’s number again.
Brrrrrrrrr.
Brrrrr —
”Okay, I actually didn’t mean to hang up.” Jihoon sounds like he’s about to laugh but he has the decency to sound apologetic. ”Sorry, I was gonna hold two things at once but I guess I accidentally pressed the end call button."
”Sure.” Soonyoung isn’t convinced. “Anyway, I need your help with something — "
”Uh-oh,” Jihoon says amusedly, ”I know that tone, mister. You’re going to bribe me, aren’t you?"
”I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the dancer says innocently, “but that’s not the point. You know that showcase opening for MAMA I have to choreograph for — "
“Haneul and Mirae? Yes, you’ve talked about it numerous times."
“Right. Well, I’m having a bit of trouble because — "
”Wait, did I hear that right? I think my phone is lagging. Can you repeat that? You, Lee Soonyoung, is having trouble with choreographing — “
“Yes, okay, shut up and stop interrupting me. Let me talk. And I told you not to call me Lee Soonyoung so unexpectedly!” Soonyoung whines, heart fluttering wildly in his chest. “Anyway, like I was saying, I’m having trouble because the two are so awkward with each other even though they’ve danced together before and I don’t know why — "
”They like each other, idiot."
”Well, okay, but shouldn’t that make it easier for them to work together?"
”Maybe they haven’t confessed,” Jihoon hums. ”You know we were like that too. Remember Shoot Me Before You Go? You had a hard time looking at me after I used my satoori."
”Excuse you,” Soonyoung scoffs, feeling his ears turn warm, “At least I didn’t replay your fan-cam a hundred times."
”Off topic,” Jihoon declares, and Soonyoung can hear the embarrassment seeping into his voice, ”We’re getting off topic. What did you call me for anyway and what are you bribing me with?"
Soonyoung grins. “I need you to come down here and help me demonstrate the dance so they get a feel of what the performance should look like."
”I didn’t know you were this much of an idiot,” Jihoon deadpans. ”Soonyoung, I don’t even know what you’re choreographing."
”MAMA 2016, special stage."
There’s a pause. Then, very carefully —
”What’s in it for me?"
”Kisses and cuddles for the rest of your life?"
Another pause.
”I’ll pass."
Soonyoung huffs, crossing his arms. “Fine, I’ll treat you on that ramyun date."
”And kisses and cuddles."
”Hoonie! You said you’d — "
“Take it or leave it, I’m coming down in five."
The line goes dead and Soonyoung giggles quietly to himself, pocketing his phone as he spins around to watch Haneul and Mirae talk to each other. He smiles at the sight.
“Ah, my Hoonie loves me so much."
—
As soon as Soonyoung hears the doors open, his head snaps up. His eyes catch sight of his husband coming in cautiously, like he’s expecting something.
“Yeobo!” Soonyoung exclaims excitedly, bolting for the younger with his arms wide open and inviting. However, before he can embrace the younger, Jihoon shoves a towel in his face, preventing him from touching him.
“You are not hugging me with all that sweat,” Jihoon says flatly.
“How did you — "
“You did this last time. I come prepared now."
Soonyoung pouts but takes the towel and wipes his sweat away, mussing his hair up in the process. When he catches sight of his appearance in the mirror, his hair is stuck up in different directions, fierce and messy. He can’t help but raise his hand and curl his fingers, resembling a tiger’s paw.
“I haven’t lost it,” he says proudly, crinkling his nose as he squints his eyes. “Tiger’s gaze."
Jihoon rolls his eyes. “You’re ridiculous,” he says fondly, a tinge of embarrassment in his voice. He takes the towel away from Soonyoung and stuffs it in the back of his shirt. “So...MAMA 2016, special stage, huh?"
Soonyoung grins at him through the mirror. “It’s not exactly the same, of course. The music is different and so is the choreography, but I thought it would be nice for the dance to have little elements of that special stage. Like I said, I need you to help me demonstrate how the dance should look like so they get a feel of what the performance should be. You helped me choreograph that dance."
Jihoon scrunches his nose and crosses his arms. “What makes you think I remember how to do it? Even better, what makes you think I can still dance?"
“We waltz on our balcony."
“So can everyone else."
“Wonwoo can’t waltz though."
“Everyone else besides Wonwoo."
Soonyoung sighs and plants his hands on Jihoon’s cheeks, squishing them slightly. “Please? For me? I wouldn’t have called you if I already called Yuju, but she’s traveling right now."
Jihoon grimaces at the affection but heaves a slow sigh. “I’m rusty though."
“No, you’re Jihoon,” Soonyoung says cheekily and before the producer can smack him, he says, “No, but really. Even while we worked in Seventeen, you were supposed to be in the performance unit, remember? You were, and still are, one of the best dancers we’ve had. There’s nothing wrong with being rusty, just means there’s more to improve on. So can you dance with me, pleeeeeease?"
Jihoon groans and pushes Soonyoung away. He eyes him for a moment before spinning on his heel and walking towards the mirrors. “Turn the music up, Kwon. This is the last time I do anything for you."
“But you’re treating me with kisses and cuddles later — "
”Last. Time."
Soonyoung shuts up but grins as he brings out his phone and stands a few feet away from Jihoon. Looking back to see his husband standing in position, he plays the music.
The song starts slow, the soft piano playing along with the faint whistle of a flute. There’s a clash of a cymbal, gentle and delicate as the two lovers twirl towards each other. With their backs against the other, they intertwine their fingers and hold them out before twirling outwards again.
Steps light and airy, Jihoon twirls back in and crosses his arms across his chest, his hands on his shoulders. Soonyoung spins behind him and caresses his shoulders, passionate and loving before he takes Jihoon’s arms and outstretches them diagonally. His own hand runs down the length of Jihoon’s wingspan before pulling his arms back just as the sound of a snap occurs in the music.
Jihoon turns and caresses the side of his face tenderly before pushing him off and turning away, like he’s about to leave. Soonyoung reaches for his hand and raises it to his lips, slow and suspenseful before the younger takes his hand away abruptly, taking a step back.
The music fades out as the two stare at each other, but the moment is broken by Haneul and Mirae, who are clapping enthusiastically.
“Wah, daebak!” Mirae exclaims, looking awed with wide eyes.
“That was really beautiful, sunbaenim,” Haneul agrees.
A grin breaks out onto Soonyoung’s face as he looks at his husband. “You liar."
Jihoon breaks out of his own facade and scoffs, arms crossed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about."
”I’m rusty though,” Soonyoung mimics, rolling his eyes. “What’s your definition of rusty? I sure as hell didn’t see any rust in those moves. You haven’t stepped on my toes either!"
Offended, Jihoon walks towards the dancer and purposely steps on his toes, ignoring his wince as he gives his husband a flat look. “Now you’ll see the rust in these moves."
“I’m joking, Jihoonie,” Soonyoung whines. “Could you — maybe you could get off — "
“I kind of like it here.” Jihoon shrugs, then reaches up to peck the older’s lips unexpectedly. “It’s more easier to kiss you."
“On second thought, maybe you should stay — "
“But since you asked me to get off, I will,” Jihoon hums, stifling a laugh at Soonyoung’s conflicted expression as he places his feet back on the ground. “Anyway, I’m going back to the studio — "
“No, you have to stay!” the dancer says petulantly, reaching out to wrap his arms around Jihoon. “You can’t just memorize a dance seeing it just once. We have to do it again, until Haneul and Mirae get it, right guys?”
Haneul and Mirae nod eagerly when Soonyoung turns to look at them with pleading eyes.
Jihoon chuckles. “Is this your way of saying you missed choreographing with me?"
“No!” Soonyoung pouts.
Jihoon’s raised eyebrow is enough to intimidate his husband.
Soonyoung sighs. “Okay, I do, so can you stay?”"
This time, Jihoon’s laugh is loud as he shakes his head at the dancer’s bluntness. Letting out a sigh, he walks back to Soonyoung’s phone and plays the music, ignoring the wide knowing grin on the older’s face.
“I’ll stay,” Jihoon agrees, “but you’re still owing me those kisses and cuddles — “ Before Soonyoung can cheer, the younger quickly adds, “after you take a shower."
Notes:
Honestly didn’t think I’d get this out today.
I felt kind of sad watching the Ode To You fan-cams since some of the members were crying (especially Jeonghan, because he never cries) ;-; so I tried making this as fluffy as possible.
Apparently there’s a concern going around that Seungcheol has depression because of the black dog symbolization on his earpiece. But I recently found a post that said there’s actually German words on it that translate to “protection” and remember how Cheol said he wants to protect Carats? He’s the absolute sweetest ><
(Also, that one post that said Soonyoung laid face down on the stage and Jihoon walked up to him and touched his shoulder and said something like, “Hoshi is our adopted tiger.” OMG, PLEASE SOMEONE POST THAT.)
(UPDATE: Okay, apparently, Jihoon didn’t say, “Hoshi is our adopted tiger.”
What he ACTUALLY said was, “Hoshi is MY adopted tiger” and can Y’ALL HEAR ME SOBBING IN THE CORNER WTF, THAT’S SO CUTE, ALL THESE SOONHOON CRUMBS. And that video clip where Soonie hits Hoonie because he’s embarrassed and Hoonie didn’t even hit him back like, THE PROGRESS.)
(UPDATE #2: OMG ALL THE SOONHOON PICS OF THEM HOLDING HANDS AND BEING NEXT TO EACH OTHER IN GENERAL AND JIHOON WEARING SOONYOUNG’S TIGER OUTFIT AT THE CONCERT, I’M DYING
But also, please rest your voice Jihoonie :( and don’t be too disappointed in yourself.)
((Also, Happy Birthday, Jungkookie!))
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 20: Officiated
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon ft. Happy Soonyoung and Flustered Jihoon
Notes:
Whew! Wow, I haven’t updated in almost two weeks, I’m so sorry. I’ve been making progress with my unreleased fic to chapter 11, so that’s something. School’s been kicking my ass lately too, so I’ll try to make this extra fluffy in exchange for my absence.
This drabble is also a response to my previous drabbles and comments :)
Enjoy reading! ❤
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Soonyoung looks up in bewilderment when he hears the deft thud of more mail dropping on the kitchen counter. When he catches sight of Jihoon’s teasing smirk, he groans loudly and drops his head on the table with a loud thunk. He winces at the immediate pain afterwards but it’s nothing compared to the growing headache when he realizes just how much paperwork he’s doing to pay for their bills.
“Do I have to?” he whines, cupping his cheek in the palm of his hand as he pouts at his husband. “This is soooo much woooork."
“Soonyoung,” Jihoon says flatly. “You only read through two papers."
Soonyoung’s pout deepens as his eyes skim over the pile of envelopes. “Well, I’m starting to get more than two headaches at this rate. What even is all of that? My head hurts just looking at it."
Chuckling, Jihoon clicks his tongue and sorts through the pile. “Get used to it,” he says unhelpfully. “More bills, more bills, oh — and would you look at that, even more bills! You’re going to have the time of your life doing these, aren’t you?"
“Sure will,” Soonyoung says dryly. “How do we even have so many bills? We don’t even do anything — wait a minute.” Leaning over to read what’s written on the envelopes, he scowls at a cackling Jihoon. “Very funny."
Wiping away a fake tear, Jihoon grins at him, obviously taking pride in the fact that he’d been able to trick his oblivious husband. The envelopes weren’t bills at all; just letters from friends and family along with a few fans who wrote to Pledis in the hopes of reaching out to them.
“It was pretty funny,” Jihoon admits, a smile still on his lips as he looks through the pile again. “Okay, for real though. There’s one from Cheol...one from Jun, Wonwoo...ah, eomma also wrote."
“Oh?” Soonyoung’s ears perk up at that. “Who’s eomma are we talking about?"
The younger man can’t help but smile at how giddy his husband is. “Your eomma."
Soonyoung hums thoughtfully. “I can’t believe she didn’t send us a care package this time,” he jokes. “Hm, bummer. She even managed to send us a whole pot of bibimmyeon last time. Maybe she got caught."
Jihoon snorts. “Sounds like eomma.” Sorting through the pile more, a frown etches on his lips when a large document envelope catches his eye. “A letter from the government? We didn’t — Oh, it’s for you."
Tilting his head, Soonyoung makes a noise of confusion as Jihoon hands him the brown envelope. “From the government?"
“See, this is what you get when you don’t remember how to pay for the bills. The government always knows,” Jihoon says lightly but the look on his face is anything but joking. “That’s a little alarming. Did you do something?"
“Not that I know of.” Soonyoung shakes his head, flipping the envelope in his hands as he gnaws on his lip.
Jihoon shrugs. “Open it then, it can’t be that bad."
As the younger turns away to open the pantry, the dancer lets out a whine. “Wait, Jihoonie, what if it is that bad? What if I did something illegally and I didn’t even know about it? Like those videos titled something like 11 Things You’re Doing That You Didn’t Know Was Illegal. What if I did one of those 11 things? What if I get arrested?"
“Then you get arrested,” Jihoon deadpans, two packs of ramen in his hands. “Besides, even if you do get arrested, the fine probably won’t be that big. I’ll bail you out."
“But what if it is that big?"
“I’ll take care of the house, don’t worry."
“Jihoon!"
Laughing, Jihoon sets the packs of ramen on the counter and shakes his head. “Relax, Soons. I don’t think it’s that serious. Just open it."
Dubiously, Soonyoung stares at the envelope, then turns to his husband and in a small voice, he asks, “Good luck kiss?"
“Oh, for fuck’s sake — “ Jihoon rolls his eyes but nonetheless reaches over the counter and presses their lips together. “You’re absolutely ridiculous."
Soonyoung gives him a cheeky grin back, the grin that makes him look like a hamster as he peels open the envelope carefully. When he manages not to make a tiny rip, he peeks into the opening and frowns at the sight. A noise of confusion escapes his lips, making his husband antsy.
“What is it?” Jihoon questions, packs of ramen forgotten as he rounds the island to peek over Soonyoung’s shoulder.
Unable to answer him, Soonyoung pulls two sheets of paper out, one slightly thicker than the other. Flipping them over, he reads what’s on the first sheet, eyes slowly widening with each sentence.
IN THE CIRCUIT COURT OF South Korea SUBDIVISION, SEOUL 3rd DIVISION
IN RE: Legal Name Change
ORDER FOR NAME CHANGE
On this date, the petition of Kwon Soonyoung is presented, the petitioner appearing in person, pro se, and the Court, from the petition files herein, the testimony given, and other proof before the Court finds:
The petitioner has shown reasonable cause for changing his/her name. IT IS THEREFRE ORDERED that petitioner’s name be changed from Kwon Soonyoung to Lee Soonyoung and that petitioner shall hereinafter be known as Lee Soonyoung, and IT IS FURTHER ORDERED that he/she shall sue and be sued, plead and be impleaded, by the name Lee Soonyoung.
IT IS FURTHER ORDERED that the petition filed here in and this order be entered by the Clerk upon the record of this Court.
Yang Bojin
CIRCUIT JUDGE
September 6, 2029
Date
APPROVED:
Lee Soonyoung
Petitioner
With shaking hands and a racing heart, Soonyoung lets his mouth fall open when he reads the thicker sheet of paper, realizing it’s not just any document.
Certificate of Name Change
This is to verify the official change in name of Kwon Soonyoung born on June 15th, 1996, to the one below:
Lee Soonyoung
On September 6, 2029, the South Korea law court has granted the legal name change of Lee Soonyoung.
With benefits of affidavit from the Court and/or legal documents of proof, this will control records for future reference
From behind him, Jihoon makes a pleased sound. “That was pretty quick. I thought it would’ve taken longer but — oh my God, are you crying?” Laughing, Jihoon pulls his sweater sleeves over his hands and wipes Soonyoung’s snuffling face, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose. “Aren’t you happy? Why are you crying, silly?"
“What kind — What kind of question is that?” Soonyoung promptly bursts into tears soon after, face contorting into something ugly and weird yet adorable and soft at the same time. “Of course I’m happy, that’s why I’m crying."
Jihoon laughs harder, holding his husband’s face between his hands lovingly. Squishing his cheeks and rewarding himself with a cuter sight of Soonyoung, he fondly says, “Like I said, you’re absolutely ridiculous. I told you it can’t be that bad."
“It’s not bad at all.” Soonyoung’s voice becomes heavy with emotion as he pulls his husband to him and buries his face in his neck. “Not at all."
“Ugh, get off me,” Jihoon groans, but his actions are contradicting as he cradles Soonyoung’s head affectionately. “You’re getting snot all over me, Lee."
There’s a beat, then a choked sob and suddenly, Jihoon’s neck becomes an overflowing waterfall as Soonyoung cries harder at the name, blubbering nonsense that he can’t bother to make out. What he does catch is “I’m a Lee, Jihoonie, I’m a Lee,” over and over again, and Jihoon can only listen and let a fond smile spread across his lips as he comforts his husband.
“Why are you crying to begin with?” he questions with a snicker. “I’ve called you Lee multiple times before."
“But now it’s official!” Soonyoung wails, seemingly suffocating through his tears. “And it’s real and — and Jesus, I’m a — I’m a Lee, Jihoon!"
“No, you’re Lee Soonyoung.” Jihoon’s unable to stop himself from making the joke. “I’m Kwon Jihoon, remember?"
“Jihoonie!” Soonyoung wails louder, and Jihoon can’t help but laugh.
“Sorry, I had to,” the younger says, turning his head to press a kiss on the dancer’s cheek. “But yes, you’re a Lee now, Soonie. You should be honored you’re taking my surname."
Soonyoung pouts against his neck, still sniffling. “You’re not helping my heart."
“Didn’t know I was supposed to."
“Hoonie..."
“I’m joking,” Jihoon laughs, pulling himself away from Soonyoung’s embrace to wipe the mess on his face away. When the dancer is clean and snot-free, he leans in and plants a kiss on his lips. “Love you, Lee."
And Soonyoung smiles at him, teary-eyed and bright and everything good in the world. With another kiss, the older murmurs against his lips, “Love you too, Kwon."
Notes:
So...wrote this on a whim. At some point, my dad came over and read this over my shoulder so I had to keep scrolling up and down to prevent the embarrassment from coming, oops.
A-knee-way
Oml, Soonhoon holding hands during the encore stage and OMG, sleeveless Soonhoon in the latest Inside Seventeen episode, I’m gonna die. Sleeveless Meanie and peep at Minghao and somehow, Jun and Han still manage to look great despite not going sleeveless, life is so unfair.
AND THE CONCEPT PHOTOS, SOONYOUNG’S JAW IS SO SHARP WTH
Kay, I’m gonna go before I get carried away again.
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 21: Pets
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon ft. Attempting-to-be-Stern Soonyoung and Pouty Jihoon
Notes:
So there might be a bit of foreshadowing in this chapter if you squint hard enough :) If you read the ending notes, you’ll understand.
Enjoy reading! ❤
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Don’t get him wrong, Soonyoung loves animals of all kinds (especially tigers) and he wouldn’t dare reject an opportunity to pet one if the chance was bestowed upon him. He’s pet-sitted a few times in his teen years for his neighbors to help his mother pay for rent and although he’s enjoyed taking care of big dogs and small puppies, he will never forget the terrifying moment of cat-sitting Hyelim-noona’s kitten. (Let’s just say it involved tons of scratches, ruined pillows and lots of pooping.)
Speaking of kittens.
Soonyoung loves cats (despite his experiences), he really does. He loves Jihoon too, but that’s a given. Somehow, God had given his Jihoonie traits of a cat and as much as he loves his husband, he doesn’t know how Jihoon had all of a sudden manifested the appearance of a small white kitten in their house.
Let’s take this back a notch.
―
Soonyoung sighs as he finally toes off his shoes by the door, adjusting the duffel bag on his shoulder when it begins to ache. Unlocking the door, he steps in and slips into his comfortable (but horrendous) yellow fuzzy house slippers, hooking his bag on the wall rack.
Humming quietly to himself, he jumps when he hears a crash in the kitchen, followed by a curse of surprise. Frowning, he walks towards the source of the noise, poking his head through the kitchen door. “Jihoonie?"
“Soon ― Soonyoungie!” Jihoon immediately whirls around, seemingly using his body to cover something. The producer smiles, wide and warm as he greets the dancer. “Welcome ― Welcome home, yeobo."
Okay, Soonyoung thinks, what is he doing home early?
It’s not that Soonyoung doubts Jihoon’s love for him. He knows his husband, knows that Jihoon is irrevocably in love with him (not that he’s bragging). However, because he knows his husband like the back of his hand, he knows that Jihoon has certain...tendancies that’s very unlike him when he’s nervous.
First of all, Soonyoungie. Sure, Jihoon’s called him Soonyoungie many times in the past, especially during their times as idols. However, Soonyoungie had become Soonie in a short matter of time when they started dating and ever since then, Jihoon has never called him Soonyoungie unless he wants to tell him something important or he’s jittery.
Second of all, Jihoon never smiles at him when he comes home. Okay, it’s not as bad as it sounds. When Soonyoung comes home and greets his husband (on the occasions Jihoon is first home), he’s usually greeted back with a curt nod or a hum of acknowledgement. It’s not to say Jihoon doesn’t care about his arrival, more like the younger always knows the exact time he arrives, so he’s not surprised in the slightest.
Thirdly, yeobo. Jihoon usually only calls him yeobo when he’s feeling playful or he’s in the mood to tease. There’s only rare cases where yeobo comes in to play when Jihoon feels guilty for doing something and tries to sweet-talk his way out of it.
Last of all, Jihoon doesn’t stutter. Sure, he doesn’t talk as much as Soonyoung and although he’s the most vocal about disagreements, his tongue is sharp and on point. He always has a backup reason to make sure he gets his point across, even if he’s in the wrong.
So Soonyoung can safely assume that Jihoon is hiding something from him.
His frown deepens as his husband’s smile continues to grow, more awkwardly this time. “Is something wrong, love?"
“Nope!” Jihoon pops the ‘p’, scratching the side of his neck. “Nothing wrong at all. Why do you ask?"
Soonyoung eyes him for a moment then shrugs, taking a step towards the younger to give him his signature hug and kiss greeting. “Nothing, just...you seem nervous."
“Don’t step on the kitchen floor!” Jihoon exclaims abruptly, seemingly moving back against the island counter more. “I, uh ― I just mopped it so it’s really, really, really, slippery. I wouldn’t want you to slip and crack your head or something like that."
Okay, Soonyoung thinks, this is getting a little weird.
”Since when have you ever cared for my well-being?” he jokes instead, then lifts one of his yellow fuzz-covered feet. “It’s okay, see? I’m wearing slippers."
“Still,” Jihoon insists, and all of a sudden, he’s tip-toeing. Soonyoung’s eyes catch a flash of movement behind the producer’s back, and the latter tries to make his shoulders more broader, still on his toes. “It’s ― It’s dangerous. And why do you assume I don’t care for you? I baked you cookies just yesterday because you kept whining."
Soonyoung clicks his tongue but he doesn’t take his eyes off the spot behind Jihoon’s back. “You wouldn’t have baked me cookies if I hadn’t kept whining. Hannie-hyung simply has to ask you to get you to cook. See the difference?"
Jihoon scoffs but doesn’t move. “What are you talking about? It’s because I don’t see Hannie-hyung all the time. Meanwhile, I have to see your ugliness everyday. I have to deal with so much. See the difference?” he mocks.
Pouting, Soonyoung takes another step closer, watching Jihoon press himself up against the island as much as possible. “That’s mean, yeobo, but yes, I do see the difference. You love me more than you love Hannie-hyung, right? I’m right, right? Am I right, Hoonie? I know I’m right."
Jihoon’s about to say something (speaking of sharp tongues), most likely to chastise him on the excessive amount of right’s, when a quiet mewl resounds throughout the peacefulness of their humble abode.
They both freeze for a moment and Soonyoung eyes the way Jihoon gnaws on his bottom lip, arms fumbling with whatever is behind him. He crosses his arms and leans his weight on one leg, an eyebrow quirked as if to say I’m waiting in the typical mom fashion. Jihoon averts his gaze, and when another mewl comes from behind him, he begins coughing excessively.
“I think...something’s wrong with my throat,” Jihoon blatantly lies. “Haha, that’s funny, right? Right, Soonyoungie? I’m right, right? I’m ― I’m so funny, right?"
Soonyoung doesn’t bat an eye. “Jihoon."
This time, a small meow emits from behind Jihoon and the producer coughs loudly again. “Wow, it’s ― it’s really getting bad. Maybe you can be a dear and ― " Whatever he was going to say next is interrupted with the loud clatter of a glass bowl that had somehow fallen from behind him and miraculously hadn’t broken. Unfortunately, bits of chicken and rice scatter over the floor, dirtying his efforts of cleaning it.
Soonyoung hitches his eyebrow further. “Jihoon."
Even though he knows Jihoon knows he’s not oblivious to what’s happening, the latter still has the audacity to act unaware of the small accident.
“It’s not what you think,” he insists.
And when a small tabby kitten comes crawling from underneath his arms, Soonyoung only emphasizes his tiger gaze further at his husband, expression flat as he says, ”Kwon Jihoon."
Jihoon deflates, shoulders slouching and lips pulled into a pout. “Okay, so maybe it’s exactly what you think."
”Jihoon,” Soonyoung sighs slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. “Hoonie, baby, you know we don’t have the time to take care of a kitten. We’re already busy with our jobs and we’re not in the house very much until late at night.”
“But look at her!” Jihoon insists, twisting around to hold the kitten up to Soonyoung’s face. “Look at her, Soonie! How can you say no to this face? I found her in a cardboard box when I left the studio.”
Soonyoung flinches at the close proximity between him and the kitten. He almost goes cross-eyed as he stares at her face, leaning back slightly to get a clearer visual of the sight in front of him. The kitten stares at him with her large eyes, glassy-like and wide with wonder as she peers up at him curiously. Her ears are twitching slightly and her head tilts in that typical adorable cat behavior. She’s covered in dark brown stripes that oddly reminds Soonyoung of a tiger.
When his eyes stray up a little further, he catches Jihoon’s own wide and pleading eyes fixated on him. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more adorable look on the producer’s face than now but he needs to stay strong, for both the benefit of himself and Jihoon.
“No, Jihoon,” he says firmly. “We’re busy with work, we can’t afford to take care of an animal.”
”But kittens don’t even do much!” Jihoon exclaims — dare Soonyoung say — almost childishly as he takes the kitten back in his arms. “They’re exactly like cats — ”
“They are cats — ”
“ — they just laze around all the time! She won’t be much of a hassle, I swear. We’re not even as busy as when we were idols!”
It’s times like these where Soonyoung questions if he truly is the man-child of their relationship. Although he’s been perceived as the childish one in both their group and relationship, he’s reminded ― on the rare occasion ― that Jihoon can, indeed, have his own adolescent moments, and it just so happens that Jihoon’s brain reverts petulantly at the thought of kittens, of all things.
”Jihoon, we can’t — ”
“Please, please, please?” Jihoon, honest to God, pouts. “Look, she even looks like a tiger with her stripes! Doesn’t she look like one? You love tigers, don’t you? You’ll love her too, I know you will. She’ll be our child!”
Soonyoung almost can’t believe what he’s hearing. He and Jihoon have danced around the topic of children over the courses of their love-making sessions, and he had truly thought that Jihoon genuinely had no interest in having children of their own. Although he probably doesn’t mean actual babies, he feels his heart beat faster all the same from hearing Jihoon saying our child. It’s like he’s had it on his mind all along.
”She’s cute,” Soonyoung admits, reaching up to scratch the back of the kitten’s head gently, “but Jihoon, who’s going to watch over her when we’re both gone? You and I both know we’ll be too busy with our work lives like we always are, and more or less, we come back home dead tired. We can barely take care of ourselves as it is, let alone a baby animal."
Instead of being discouraged, Jihoon only seems to become more stubborn. “I can take care of her. Pleaseeeeee, Soonie, pleaseeeee? We can even name her Bubba Tiger or Horangi or something, anything you want. I can’t leave her out there."
Soonyoung’s heart bursts. “Jihoon, it’s such a big responsibility..."
Jihoon looks like he’s about to cry. “Soonie, please, we’ve carried Pledis on our backs for years. There’s nothing big about taking care of a kitten. Please, Soonie, for me?"
The kitten looks back up at Soonyoung with those big sad eyes, and Jihoon is looking up at him with his own big sad eyes, and he feels his resolve crumble into dust. He doesn’t know if he should be ashamed of how weak he is for his husband.
Closing his eyes and exhaling slowly, he relents, “I am not cleaning out her litter box, for your information."
And just like that, Jihoon’s eyes brighten significantly, a wide, pleased smile on his face as he cuddles the kitten close to his chest. The kitten doesn’t seem to understand what’s going on, but she doesn’t seem to be sad anymore. Soonyoung finds himself smiling at the sight despite his broken promise to not let himself get carried away. As long as Jihoon’s happy, he’s happy too.
“You’re the absolute best, yeobo.” Jihoon’s eyes are twinkling, formed into half-moon crescents as his canine-like teeth poke out. “I love you so much!"
Suddenly, Soonyoung forgets why he tried to deny the kitten in the first place. However, before he lets himself get whisked away by Jihoon’s words, he pokes a finger into his husband’s chest and sternly says, “This absolutely does not mean Tiger Kitty gets to take my place as your cuddling partner. I still haven’t gotten my greeting kisses and hugs, Jihoon-ssi."
Jihoon laughs, smile widening as he gently places the kitten on the floor before straightening back up and wrapping his arms around Soonyoung.
Pleased, Soonyoung wounds his arms around Jihoon’s waist and tugs him closer, dipping his head for his usual set of several kisses before another meow interrupts them.
Soonyoung lets out a grunt and pulls away, frowning at the tabby kitten. “You’re just jealous you’re not the tiger in his arms now."
Jihoon laughs again, harder than he should’ve, and when the tiger-like kitten prances away, Soonyoung thinks he’s won this round.
Notes:
1) THE TEASERS, OH MY GOD. All the theories of what the fears are, Jihoon and Seungkwan’s high notes, Jesus Christ, and the fucking choreography part where they drop down and only move their feet (that was fucking hot). They all look SO GOOD.
2) I’ll try update on Monday for a special chapter since the MV comes out :) Let’s get them a dasaeng for this comeback!
3) How do you guys feel about mpreg? Do you prefer mpreg or adoption? Let me know in the comments please!
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 22: Love is in the Air
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon ft. SMUT (and head-over-heels Soonhoon)
Notes:
Okay, I actually can’t believe I got this out on the same day as the MV (which, speaking of, read author’s note for my rants on that :))
WARNING: Smut ahead, please read at your own viewers discretion.
Enjoy reading! ❤
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Jihoon giggles, high-pitched and loud and very unlike him as Soonyoung tosses him onto their bed, but he can’t bring himself to care. He feels a little light, a little airy, and okay ― maybe he’s had a drink too much and he’s a little intoxicated, but he’s happy and comfortable and where he belongs in his husband’s loving embrace. There’s no denying the unbreakable trust he feels when he’s with Soonyoung and he knows the dancer would never lay a harmful finger on him, even if he’s just as intoxicated as Jihoon, maybe more.
Chan and Yuju's wedding had been an absolutely incredible experience, and dare Jihoon say ― emotional. Seeing the last member of the maknae line getting married had reminded him of his own special day with Soonyoung. Reenacting their first dance together as a married couple had been enough to almost send Jihoon into tears, especially after he drank two glasses of wine. Stepping on Soonyoung’s toes, bantering and bickering with him lovingly, and reminiscing their vows had sent him on the brink of an overflowing heart, just an eye-smile away from spilling over.
They had gotten home fairly slow, but despite the snail speed, they talked into the late of the night, about their future and what’s to come for them, much like they had done on Seungkwan and Hansol’s reception night. They confessed their feelings again, as if they were still in a platonic relationship, as if they were hopelessly in love with each other. But everything had come full circle and along the way, they learned to love themselves and each other, not as hopeless as before.
With their sappy feelings and their fulfilled hearts, the both of them had finally made it home after a long day, and with smiles as big as their overflowing affections, they decide to become one together.
Jihoon lets his smile become dopey when Soonyoung crawls on top of him, an equally lethargic grin on his face. He wounds his arms around the dancer’s neck, their giggles becoming quiet, sweet melodies filling the peacefulness of their bedroom, and his ears fill with the complimenting arrangements. He could make a song right now if he wants to, could create a whole album dedicated to Soonyoung, Soonyoung, Soonyoung. He could make a whole series, have fans theorizing what he means when he releases albums titled My Friend - Soonyoung, My Boyfriend - Kwon Soonyoung, My Husband - Lee Soonyoung, The Love of my Life - Soonie, and My Idiot - Tiger.
He can’t focus on that though, because his mind is hazy with the way Soonyoung’s hand glides along his waist, caressing him gently and giving a light squeeze. He becomes distracted with the way Soonyoung’s other hand slides against his thigh, hitching it up and hooking it around his waist. He thinks he’s gotten a little more drunk when he sees how intense Soonyoung’s eyes are as they pierce into his own, taking him in, like he’s in awe of who’s in front of him, like he can’t believe how lucky he is.
Jihoon is utterly in love.
He’s not the best in expressing his emotions, but he tries. He wants Soonyoung to feel the same intense, burning, passionate love he feels everyday, every minute, every second. He wants Soonyoung to hear how much he loves him, how much he wants to ramble about the different ways he’d express his love. He wants to treat Soonyoung like the prince that he is, treat him how he deserves to be treated. He doesn’t say anything like that though. There’s nothing to be said when they both understand each other so well, and their gazes express their emotions all the same.
Jihoon feels the grip on his waist tighten briefly before loosening again, and then Soonyoung’s dipping his head down to press their lips together in a gentle lip-lock. They don’t move much, occasionally pulling away briefly only to kiss sweetly again. In moments like this, there’s barely any activity going on. They simply take each other in, eyes fluttered shut, hands pressing feathery touches against warm skin, and minds decluttered in a wave of calm. They paint a galaxy on each other, to make the other see stars and hues of blues, purples, pinks, and reds before the real action begins, slow and steady.
Jihoon makes the first move, parting his mouth just a little, enough to let Soonyoung know that he’s ready. It’s something they’ve established in the past, a silent rule that lets Jihoon say his consent without the embarrassment of tripping over his words. Soonyoung understands, tilts his head to deepen the kiss, and when Jihoon grazes the back of his neck with his fingertips, he fills the remaining space between their parted lips.
Together, they move slowly and soon enough, the room begins to fill with the slick sounds of their lips sliding against each other. Jihoon lets one hand slide down Soonyoung’s chest, feeling the broadness and muscle that he’d gained over the years through the thin cloth. Soft pants of arousal and quiet moans of pleasure accompany the quietness of their bedroom, and Jihoon can feel his pants begin to tighten at all the melodies he’s hearing. It’s calling to him, telling him to take, take, take. Take what’s yours. Soonyoung is yours.
Jihoon pulls away slightly, just enough to feel Soonyoung’s hot breath fan across his lips. He catches his own breath for a moment, mind more hazed with lust. All he can remember is the addicting way Soonyoung uses his mouth and kisses him feverishly, like he can’t get enough, like he needs more. His eyes lower, fixated on the way his husband wets his own lips with his tongue, making them look more plump and elicit a vibrant red, slick with spit.
Jihoon lets Soonyoung kiss him again and again and again, until he decides he can’t wait any longer. Gently, he brings his knee up and grazes it against Soonyoung’s clothed length. He feels his husband pull away from their kiss with a gasp. The room becomes quiet for a moment, but then Soonyoung lets out a harsh exhale and slowly begins to rut against Jihoon’s knee, quiet sighs and noises of pleasure escaping his throat.
Jihoon feels his pants tighten more at the view in front of him. Soonyoung is a sight to behold. With his hair messed up, damp with sweat and his fringe covering his eyes, with beads of sweat rolling down his temples and covering him in a sheen layer, with his hooded eyes looking down at him like he’s the tiger’s prey, with his hips still rolling temptingly; Jihoon’s almost afraid of how wild his thoughts are becoming. He can think of a million things to do just from the sight of Soonyoung alone. He can already feel the dancer’s length harden against his knee.
Too caught up in his fantasies, he almost doesn’t notice when Soonyoung’s pace gradually becomes slower. When Jihoon looks up at him in confusion, the dancer simply raises his hands and begins to undo the buttons on Jihoon’s white dress shirt. A low hiss escapes past his lips as he takes in Jihoon’s naked torso, half of his shirt still tucked into his pants and the other half teasing bits of skin peeking out from underneath. Jihoon has to fight down the hot blush he knows is visible on his chest as he stares up at his husband, knowing Soonyoung absolutely hates it when he avoids his gaze.
A low hum of approval is what makes Jihoon’s chest swell with pride. Throughout their sessions, Soonyoung has always encouraged him to become more confident in himself, especially around him. At first, Jihoon had been too stubborn, too shy, and had even gone as far as to cover his face the whole time whenever he and Soonyoung made love, unable to handle the embarrassment as little mewls and moans escaped him. Soonyoung had been patient, of course, showering him with small kisses and whispers of praises when he’d stop himself from hiding away, and they’ve made love enough times for Jihoon to gain just a bit of confidence in himself now.
“You’re so pretty,” Soonyoung murmurs appreciatively, eyes roaming down Jihoon’s torso.
Just a bit of confidence.
Jihoon feels the blush on his cheeks intensify as his husband untucks his shirt and undoes the last button, leaving him exposed even more. Instinctively, his hand flies up to cover what he can of his face, but Soonyoung tuts and grabs his wrist, pinning it to the bed. Both of his legs drop back down on the bed shyly. His face is flaming now as the dancer’s tiger-like gaze pierces into him, taking in every bit of him, his body, his soul.
“Soonyoung...” Jihoon mumbles with a slight whine. “You’re staring again..."
Jihoon hates feeling exposed, especially if it’s within Soonyoung’s sight. He loves having his husband’s attention, loves it when Soonyoung’s thoughts are full of him and just him, but not like this. Not when he’s showing the most vulnerable parts of himself. However, he also loves the way he can trust Soonyoung, the way his husband will worship him like some sort of Greek God and love every inch of him. He doesn’t know anymore, his mind is too contradicting to let him know how he should feel.
Safe is what he decides to feel when Soonyoung settles himself between his legs, hooking them around his waist again. The dancer leans forward, supporting his weight with his arms as he leans down, kissing the spot just below Jihoon’s ear, then blows hot air into it gently, making him squirm at the sensation.
“So pretty,” Soonyoung says again, grinding their hips together lazily. “You’re so fucking pretty."
Jihoon shudders, at both the friction of their clothed lengths rubbing against each other and the praise. He wraps his arms loosely around Soonyoung’s neck and hides his face in his neck, quiet whimpers leaving his throat as he tries to quell down his blush. Soonyoung stops moving, and he has to suppress the complaining whine stuck in his throat.
“Jihoon,” Soonyoung croons, nudging Jihoon’s jaw with his nose, “Look at me, sweetie, look at me."
Jihoon hesitantly pulls his head back and nervously meets Soonyoung’s gaze, chewing on his bottom lip timidly. It doesn’t last long though because he’s averting his gaze to the ceiling, cheeks painted with hues of reds and pinks. Soonyoung nudges him again, cooing softly and murmuring sweet nothings until Jihoon gains the courage to look at him again. He struggles to maintain eye contact, only feeling the urge to look away again, but he tries. He keeps trying because that’s what Soonyoung deserves.
His husband rewards him with a kiss. “Beautiful baby. God, you’re so pretty. Pretty, pretty, pretty. I’m so lucky."
And Jihoon believes him.
He scoffs, feeling the blush diminish significantly as he retorts, “Please. I’m the lucky one here."
Oh, there’s the blush again.
But Soonyoung smiles at him, wide and loving and warm and everything Jihoon had fallen in love with. It’s the smile that makes his eyes disappear behind fluffy cheeks, the one that’s as radiant and bright as the sun, the smile that makes Jihoon feel like he’s won the lottery. He wants to smile back, match Soonyoung’s enthusiasm with his own, but before he can, his husband is kissing him again and Jihoon can feel it. He can feel the love Soonyoung tries to convey, the words he’s trying to say, and the actions he wants to display.
Jihoon tries to pour as much of himself into the kiss as much as possible, overwhelmed with the gradual need to love Soonyoung, show him, tell him, whatever he can. He lets his hands fall to the dancer’s still-clothed chest again, fingertips fumbling with the buttons of his black dress shirt to undo it. They don’t break the kiss, which had become more eager than before, and Jihoon finds another whine escaping his throat without his permission when his hands try to tug Soonyoung’s dress shirt out of his pants, only to be stopped by the belt.
Soonyoung breaks the kiss then, sitting back on his heels as his fingers work deftly to unbuckle his belt. Jihoon almost has no time to huff in annoyance at the sudden loss of contact before Soonyoung is throwing his belt carelessly somewhere in the room, and then he’s on him again, lips attaching to the column of his neck like a magnet.
Jihoon tilts his head more as his hands work to undo the last of Soonyoung’s shirt, quiet pants leaving his mouth. A particularly harsh suck on his neck is what causes an accidental moan to escape his throat, hands clumsily trying to take Soonyoung’s dress shirt off in surprise. The dancer temporarily detaches his lips again, slipping the shirt off with ease and throwing it away before reattaching himself. With the unexpected distraction, Jihoon doesn’t notice when his husband undoes his last shirt button, nor does he notice when he unbuckles his belt.
It’s only when Soonyoung begins kissing down his chest, leaving a wet trail of heat in its wake, does he realize what had happened. He can feel his breathing becoming more shallow the lower Soonyoung goes, and when he stops just above his belly button, he lets out an involuntary whimper, fingers curling into the dancer’s hair in anticipation. However, Soonyoung doesn’t go any further than that. Instead, he keeps kissing around his belly button, eyes meeting Jihoon’s own mischievously. He bites down gently on the area just above his waistband, and Jihoon squirms with a gasp, grip tightening on Soonyoung’s hair.
“Soonyoung,” he insists, eyebrows furrowed with frustration. “Soonyoung..."
“Yes, baby?” Soonyoung has the audacity to smile at him like nothing’s wrong.
Jihoon squirms more, feeling the blush coming back. “Please ― you know what I ― what I want..."
“No, I don’t know what you want,” Soonyoung continues, his smile growing bigger, more teasing. “What do you want, baby? What do you need me to do?"
Jihoon wants to cry. Soonyoung knows what he wants, what he needs, but he’s playing hard to get. His husband knows how desperate he can get in situations where he’s being denied, being questioned. Soonyoung knows exactly how to rile him up, how to make him beg. And as much as he doesn’t want to give in, to defend what’s left of his pride, he knows Soonyoung can be just as stubborn as he is, if not more. He knows he’ll lose, especially under the influence of a little bit of alcohol, so he tries.
“I want ― “ Jihoon has to swallow the lump in his throat as he averts his gaze again, “I want...I want you..."
Soonyoung hums in acknowledgment, still teething the skin above the producer’s waistband. Jihoon can feel him smiling. “You want me? But you already have me, Jihoonie."
“No,” Jihoon whines before he can stop himself, eyes falling on his husband again. “I ― I want you to ― to..."
Soonyoung lifts his head, gaze piercing into Jihoon’s and causing the latter to look away again. “You want me to...?"
“T-To..."
“Look at me, baby,” Soonyoung says. “Look at me and tell me what you want."
Jihoon obeys, lifting one of his hands to shove a knuckle in his mouth in embarrassment. Soonyoung is staring up at him, eyes sharp yet face so understanding and caring. He’s waiting for him, Jihoon realizes, waiting for him to give his consent. He feels the overwhelming emotions flood his heart at that, at how careful Soonyoung is being, at how accommodating and patient he is. There’s a familiar heat gathering on the bridge of his nose, spreading behind his eyes and he knows what’s about to happen if he doesn’t say anything anytime soon.
He tries again. “I want you to ― I want you to...to fuck ― “ He shakes his head and changes his words, the heat on his cheeks intensifying. “I want you to m-make love...to me..."
And just that small difference in his words is enough to get Soonyoung smiling at him again, warm and lovely. Jihoon watches as the dancer crawls on top of him and straddles his thighs, hands caressing his waist gently and leaving a burning fire on his skin, hot and addicting. Their lips meet in another kiss and that same fire on his skin somehow gets imbedded in his chest, growing and growing with a burning passion.
“Okay,” Soonyoung breathes, fingers undoing the button of Jihoon’s pants, “Okay, I can do that."
The urge to hide away gradually begins to go away the more Soonyoung keeps kissing him, like he’s telling him it’s okay, it’s just me, there’s nothing to be scared of. Jihoon believes everything, helps Soonyoung shrug his pants off until he’s vulnerable in his boxers. It’s okay though, because Soonyoung is staring at him so adoringly, touches feathery and light like he’s made of fine China.
“So, so, so pretty,” is all Soonyoung whispers, and Jihoon believes him.
He mewls, reminds Soonyoung he can admire him later and right now, he’s becoming desperate to have his husband’s body against his in a heated session. Soonyoung listens, of course, he always does, and Jihoon lets him leave little galaxies across his neck, painted blue and purple and just a touch of pink. He snakes his hands down between them to undo Soonyoung’s pants and uses his feet to help remove them as much as he can.
“Off,” he mumbles impatiently. “Your pants, off."
He feels Soonyoung laugh against his collarbone but the dancer obeys, leaning back and removing the pants from around his ankles, throwing it next to Jihoon’s. The younger man is absolutely breathless at how delicious Soonyoung looks in just his boxers, the sheen layer of sweat becoming more visible under the dim light and making him look that much more dominating. He feels himself twitch at the visuals unabashedly.
He doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol talking or simply because he’s becoming hasty in his attempts to get it on, but he comments ― without much thought, “You’re really fucking hot, you know?"
You’re a fucking romantic, Jihoon, he thinks to himself.
He watches in fascination as Soonyoung’s neck begins to turn red, but before he can say anything more teasing, Soonyoung hovers above him again and nudges his jaw with his nose.
“No, you,” is what his husband says, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.
Just as Jihoon is about to retort, Soonyoung resorts to a deep grind, effectively cutting off anything he was about say. Instead, a choked gasp escapes him at the sudden friction, and his hands fly up to grasp onto Soonyoung’s shoulders for leverage. The dancer doesn’t stop moving, his own groans accompanying Jihoon’s mewls and moans as they rock against each other.
Jihoon can feel himself begin to leak against his hip, and the harder Soonyoung grinds against him, the wetter his boxers become. Sparks of pleasure run through his lower half, spreading up and up and up, traveling to his throat until a particularly loud moan, high-pitched and long, escapes him.
Apparently, that’s the trigger that sets Soonyoung off. The dancer suddenly has his hands all over Jihoon, almost ripping off his boxers in his haste to take them off. Jihoon is no better, fingers tugging at Soonyoung’s in a pathetic attempt to take it off. He can feel his breaths becoming shorter with each try, becoming more impatient with each second they’re not touching. Soonyoung helps him, and soon enough, they’re vulnerable and eager and ready for the next step.
Jihoon eyes Soonyoung’s cock, which bobs forward after having been trapped for so long. He almost groans aloud at the sight; the red flushed tip, the leaking head, the slightly veiny and thick appearance. He can almost feel it inside him, sliding in and out, pushing deep inside as pleasure would build at the base of his spine until —
Jihoon gasps when Soonyoung settles between his legs again, their cocks rubbing against each other slightly as the dancer reaches into the beside table drawer to retrieve a familiar bottle. He watches as Soonyoung opens the cap with frantic shaking hands, eyes full of concentration and pupils blown with arousal. It only takes a few seconds before the cold shocking feeling of the lube drips down his cock, making his stomach twitch at the feeling, and he groans when Soonyoung takes the both of them in his hand and begins to thrust.
The sound of the slick lube and their hips softly slapping against each other as their cocks glide together would’ve been enough to send Jihoon over the edge if he weren’t feeling so empty right now. His head is already spinning with the sensations, mouth falling open and throat working to create melodies he’s never sung before. Soonyoung is there, harmonizing with him as they both work in tandem to gain the most pleasure.
Jihoon can feel his stomach begin to coil, and he’s almost embarrassed with how quick it took him. He bats Soonyoung’s hand away, and with a weak gasp, he breathes, “In — Inside.”
Of course, Soonyoung doesn’t hand everything to him on a silver platter. Rather than prepping him like he should, Soonyoung does the exact opposite and ceases his movements, even taking his hand away. Jihoon wants to strangle him, maybe even hurdle him out the window, but instead, he lets out a pathetic noise of dismay, hips uselessly bucking up to try and gain more friction.
“What inside?” Soonyoung asks, smirking cheekily. “We’re in our bedroom already. You wanna take this somewhere else? So dangerous, Jihoonie...”
Jihoon has the urge to cry again. “No, you fucking bastard! I want — I want you...in — inside me...”
”I don’t think that’s possible, baby,” Soonyoung continues, his hand wrapping around his cock and languidly stroking himself up and down. “Be specific, sweetie. What part of me do you want inside you?”
Jihoon feels his face erupt into flames. Soonyoung is purposely trying to give him a show, to tempt him into begging and so far — much to his dismay — it’s working. He feels a pool of heat spread throughout his stomach at the sight of Soonyoung stroking himself, eyelids lowered and mouth curled into a smirk. The bastard knows what he’s doing.
”I want — ” Jihoon swallows hard. “I want your c-cock. Inside me. I want your cock...”
Jihoon can see the way Soonyoung’s eyes dilate more, fully blown with arousal and lips slick from his tongue. His own chest heaves, half-embarrassed with what just came out of his mouth and half-relieved he had the guts to say it.
“Fuck,” Soonyoung breathes, and then he’s clumsily coating his fingers with lube desperately. “Fuck, yeah, okay.”
Jihoon’s gaze fixates on the way Soonyoung rubs his fingers together before spreading them apart, watching the lube separate slowly until it drips down his fingers. Soonyoung turns back to him, supporting his weight with one arm and lowering his hand between them. That’s when the producer lets his legs fall open, pliant and willing and exposed.
Jihoon sees the way Soonyoung’s breath stutters at the movement, and he knows his gaze is trained on what’s below, but he can’t close his legs now, not when Soonyoung’s holding them apart, wide and open. Jihoon wants to hide his face again, but before he can, Soonyoung prods a finger into his entrance, testing.
”Shit,” Jihoon swears at the sudden coldness, hips jerking involuntarily.
He can see Soonyoung’s eyes darken significantly, and then he feels him slowly push in. Jihoon squirms, mouth dropping open again with symphonies until Soonyoung stops. He seems to wait for a moment, but Jihoon reaches down and squeezes his arm, eyes telling him to start moving. Soonyoung crooks a finger experimentally, and when Jihoon spasms at the feeling, he retracts his finger before pushing in again. That’s when the real orchestra starts.
Jihoon moans low in his throat as Soonyoung’s pace gradually begins to speed up, his finger rubbing against his prostate and emitting sparks of pleasure that pools in his groin. He doesn’t have time to prepare when Soonyoung adds a second finger without warning, stretching him even more and increasing the pleasure. His moans gradually begin to get louder, and when Soonyoung adds the third finger, that’s when he starts to feel the burn.
”Soon — Soonyoung...” he whines, another mewl slipping past his lips when his husband wraps a slicked hand around his cock and begins to stroke.
“It’s okay, baby,” Soonyoung soothes. “I’ll take good care of you, don’t worry.”
Jihoon believes him, and when Soonyoung adds the fourth finger, the burning intensifies, mixed weirdly with the growing pleasure as Soonyoung continues to stroke his cock. He’s whimpering, he realizes when he tries clearing his cloudy mind. He doesn’t know why, but even though the pain has yet to dissipate, he thrusts back against Soonyoung’s fingers, trying to get the most of what he can before the dancer stops.
Soonyoung does stop after a while, pulling his slick-ridden fingers out, and before he can stop himself, Jihoon chokes out, “Empty...so empty...”
Soonyoung stutters on his breath, body curving into a weak bow, forehead resting against Jihoon’s collarbone. He stays like that for a moment, shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath he takes. Jihoon fears he’s said something wrong when Soonyoung raises his head and pierces him with his tiger gaze once again.
”You don’t like feeling empty, baby?”
Jihoon lets out a whine at that, shaking his head as he tries to fit up against Soonyoung. “Don’t like...Please, please...Soonyoung, need you — inside me.”
Jihoon watches Soonyoung move, watches him rummage through the drawer. When his husband takes out a condom, Jihoon’s hand shoots out to stop him. For once, he wouldn’t mind not feeling rubbery plastic inside him. He wants to feel Soonyoung, feel every inch of him, take everything he has to offer. He wants to feel Soonyoung’s warmth when they connect, when they become one. He wouldn’t mind feeling his husband fill every space with his essence, claiming and taking. He wouldn’t mind having children if it’s with Soonyoung.
He’s ready.
”Uh,” he says dumbly, averting his gaze when Soonyoung looks down at him curiously, “You don’t have to if — if you don’t want to. Just — Just like this is fine. Without the condom, I mean.”
He can feel Soonyoung’s gaze burn into his temple, and just when he thinks he’s said something wrong again, Soonyoung leans forward and caresses his face, gently turning him so they’re making eye contact. Jihoon doesn’t look away, knows it’ll only make Soonyoung unsure. He wants this, wants what Soonyoung wants, wants a future with him, with kids and grandkids and just Soonyoung in general.
“Are you sure?” Soonyoung asks after a moment. “Jihoon, this is a serious thing you’re asking me here. Do you...want me to pull out when I...?”
Jihoon shakes his head, trying his hardest not to break their eye contact. “Just...in.”
They’re quiet for a moment, but then Soonyoung groans, tossing the condom back in the drawer as he climbs over Jihoon again.
”You’re a fucking tease, you know?” Soonyoung asks rhetorically, caging Jihoon between his arms and lowering his hips. “You’re absolutely sure? If you’re feeling uncomfortable, just tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”
Jihoon nods, hooking his legs around Soonyoung’s waist. “I’m sure. I’ll tell you, I promise.”
Soonyoung lowers his head, mouth kissing the previous marks he’d made earlier. He keeps going, probably still trying to process the fact that Jihoon had practically told him he wants children together. When he raises his head again, seemingly having gotten himself together, he stares at Jihoon again.
”Ready?” Soonyoung asks.
”Yeah,” Jihoon breathes, and that’s all the confirmation Soonyoung needs.
Jihoon lets Soonyoung sit back on his heels, hand stroking himself as the other hand generously pours more lube on his length. His legs tremble against the bed, nervously anticipating what’s to come as Soonyoung slicks himself up a few more times before finally, finally positioning himself. The urge to cry comes back for reasons unknown, but Jihoon tries not to focus on that too much.
Soonyoung gives him one last warning look before cautiously pushing in. Jihoon tries not to let the discomfort show on his face as the dancer continues to bottom out, until he’s buried to the hilt. Jihoon can feel Soonyoung throbbing inside him, and his own cock twitches at the feeling. He lets out a sigh as the discomfort begins to fade, and he realizes that Soonyoung, is in fact, now bare inside him. The thought of finally being able to connect with his husband without the flimsy piece of rubber makes his mind hazy again. He unconsciously clenches his muscles, taking in every inch he can as he releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
”Ji — Jihoon,” Soonyoung gasps, arms trembling. “Wait — Wait, Hoonie. Give — huh — Give me a second. Shit.”
Jihoon waits patiently, knows he’s not better than Soonyoung if his weeping cock is anything to go by. Instead, he cradles the dancer’s head to his chest, needing his own support. He savors the feeling of Soonyoung’s cock pulsing inside of him, and when he can’t help but clench around him, Soonyoung’s arms collapse, a choked groan erupting from his throat. The movement causes Soonyoung’s hips to rock into his, and a gasp escapes him at the burst of sensations.
”Soon — Soonie,” Jihoon pleads, hooking his legs around his husband’s hips loosely. “Please...move, please. I’m ready.”
Jihoon feels Soonyoung’s arms tremble as the dancer lifts his upper body up, and when their eyes connect, he feels a shudder go up his spine at how absolutely blown Soonyoung’s pupils look, seemingly filling his brown orbs. Jihoon finds his gaze falling on the dancer’s spit-slicked lips, wet and red, and he unconsciously wets his own. Soonyoung looks absolutely gorgeous, and he’s all his.
“No matter what,” Soonyoung huffs, seemingly struggling to catch his breath, “you need to tell me when you’re feeling even just the slightest bit uncomfortable, okay?"
Jihoon nods, wounding his arms around Soonyoung’s neck tightly. He tucks his face into the crook of his neck, shuddering when Soonyoung pulls out slightly, just enough to thrust back in. A mewl spills out of his lips when he feels the way the dancer’s muscles contract and flex, the way his cock drags deliciously against his walls, constantly pressing up against his prostate.
“So ― huh ― so good, Soonie,” he gasps, throwing his head back against the pillow when Soonyoung’s thrusts begin to quicken. “Feels suh’ good. Take ― Taking me so well ― hah."
He hears a cuss escape from Soonyoung and just that tiny fucking hell is enough to make him shiver violently, muscles clenching again. A low whine slips from his husband and Jihoon lets himself sing his own notes, soft and broken and crying out in pleasure. He can feel the ridges of Soonyoung’s cock sliding in and out of him, like it was made for him. Another shudder runs through him at that thought, but Soonyoung’s praise kink doesn’t slip past his dazed mind.
Soonyoung loves being praised, Jihoon knows that. He knows Soonyoung loves attention, loves being the center of it. He loves being complimented, especially if it’s by him. However, tonight ― tonight, Jihoon can sense that Soonyoung wants to make this night about him. He can feel it in the way Soonyoung presses small wet kisses against his face, how Soonyoung holds him to his body as tight as possible, as if he needs to be protected. He can feel it in the way Soonyoung’s thrusts are consistent, constantly pleasuring him without caring for himself.
Soonyoung loves him so much, Jihoon’s heart aches. The heat that had gathered behind his eyes earlier spills out, and before he knows it, he’s crying silently, broken moans leaving his lips as his grip tightens significantly on his husband. He trembles as Soonyoung whispers words of reassurances to him, whispers I love you in his ear like it’s the only thing he can say. Jihoon knows he’s saying it back, but he himself can’t understand a word he’s saying. He’s babbling, he knows that, barely coherent declarations of love betraying what he truly wants to say.
“Luh’ you,” he keeps slurring, pressing kisses along the column of Soonyoung’s neck. “Luh’v you so much. I luh’v you, Soonie. Luh’ you, luh’ you, luh’ you. You’re suh’ good ― good tuh’ me. Love you."
And Soonyoung laughs, breathlessly. The dancer adjusts his angle, hitches one of Jihoon’s legs over his shoulder, and hastily starts thrusting in and out. He murmurs his own love confessions that Jihoon can barely hear against the sound of his own moaning, but he understands because it’s Soonyoung and Soonyoung loves him just as much as he loves him.
Jihoon sees stars, the familiar hues of blues, purples, pinks and reds slowly coming back. He can feel the knot unraveling in his stomach, building up and burning fire as Soonyoung’s thrusts start to become messy and uncoordinated. He’s so close, so close to releasing, to letting himself become truly vulnerable. He doesn’t do anything to stop the sudden stream of his tears, knows Soonyoung deserves to see him weak and emotional, deserves to know how good of a husband he is.
“Jihoon ― “ Soonyoung rasps, voice breathless and husky as his hips snap with barely any rhythm at this point. “Jihoon, Jihoon, I’m ― I’m gonna ― "
Jihoon, upon hearing this, grips onto Soonyoung’s shoulders, tightens his leg on his waist, and tugs. His back arches as Soonyoung presses deep inside him with a gasp, followed by a groan. Not too long after, Jihoon feels a gush of warmth flood inside him, hot and wet and filling him up so well. Jihoon’s cock twitches against his abdomen at the sensation, once, twice, and then he’s coming in long spurts across his stomach.
He sees white this time, stars and galaxies and hues of oranges and yellows. His mouth drops open as Soonyoung grinds deep into him, prolonging the feeling and spasming out for a moment. He can feel his chest heaving from the intensity of what just happened and he doesn’t know how long he stays out of it until he feels Soonyoung’s plush lips press gently all over his face.
“That’s it, baby,” Soonyoung murmurs softly. “Come back to me, my love. You’re so fucking beautiful."
Jihoon doesn’t realize he’s still crying until Soonyoung’s thumbs come up to brush against his cheeks delicately, and it’s only then does the overwhelming affections hit him full force.
He cries again, lets Soonyoung love him for what he’s worth. He doesn’t tuck his face in his neck, only stares up at his husband with his watery eyes, and when Soonyoung’s hand comes up to brush his cheek again, he grabs his wrist and turns his head to kiss his palm, a promise that goes unspoken between them.
You have my heart.
And Soonyoung smiles at him, eyes glassy as he leans down to kiss him, catching on to the silent promise. They don’t say anything else, they don’t need to.
The room falls quiet, but they don’t go to sleep just yet. For the remainder of the night, they continue loving each other, until the both of them are sore and bruised, until the last of their tears dry up on their already tear-stained cheeks, until their last kiss is shared between them, until their declarations of love fall silent in their throats with a promise for more.
If Jihoon had a second life to live, he would take it in a heartbeat just to marry Soonyoung again.
Notes:
OKAY, FIRST OFF.
1) Writing smut is actually really freaking hard to do, but I’m actually really proud of how this turned out! I’m a dialogue-heavy kind of writer, so I’m really proud of myself for putting in so much detail!
2) OKAY, THE MV.
2.5) THE WHOLE SONG IS A FUCKING BOP, HELLO? THE CHOREOGRAPHY, THE VISUALS, THE VOCALS, OMG. I legit almost cried because of how beautiful they looked. This comeback is really Jihan’s era, like, did you guys see that lipstick and glitter? There was this one part in the MV where Jeonghan is all white, and idk why, but it reminded me so much of Poppy and now I can’t get it out of my head. AND JOSHUA and JEONGHAN’S QUIET LINES IS SO HOT, AND THE CHOREO WHERE THEY MOVE THEIR FEET AND SHOULDERS
(We really bout’a die, Carats)
(JEONGHAN AND DINO’S BLACK HAIR AND MINGYU TOO???)2.6) I honestly thought they’d have a harder fan chant, but it’s much more chill than I was expecting (probably because Hit was so hard, hehe)
2.7) Okay, but that one miscellaneous Soonhoon video where Jihoon lies on Jeonghan’s lap and Soonyoung boops his nose and makes a kissy sound (I see you, Soonyoung.)
2.8) SECOND LIFE IS MY NEW FAVORITE BALLAD. JIHOON’S FUCKING HIGH NOTES ARE SO ANGELIC. I seriously couldn’t stop replaying it on my phone. WHY DOESN’T HE SHOWCASE HIS VOICE LIKE THAT MORE?
2.9) China Line and American Line song? OMG, I wanted to scream because they honestly really deserve it, my poor babies :,)
2.10) 247 is another bop too and that part where the choreography looked like Lilili Yabbay (JESUS)
2.idk anymore) Back It Up is also a bop, oml. WHY IS THIS WHOLE ALBUM A BOP, IT’S NOT FAIR.
2.I still don’t know) LIE AGAIN IS ONE OF MY NEW FAVES. LET ME HEAR YOU SAY, LUCKY AND SNAP SHOOT (their choreography is so playful and cute, omg. They can’t just hit us with that after they dropped the MV, what the hell)
3) I AM GONNA SUE IF THEY DON’T GET A DASAENG WITH THIS COMEBACK
3.5) PLEASE STREAM THE MV AND VOTE FOR OUR BOYS. THEY DESERVE IT AFTER THEIR HARD WORK FOR ALMOST 5 YEARS.
*Deep breath*
Okay, this author’s note is a fucking mess but I’m done and satisfied, please proceed to fangirl/fanboy with me in the comments, pleASE :<As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 23: Adoption
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon ft. Adoption
Notes:
WHEW, three drabbles in one day! And because I’m so weak for my readers, here’s a drabble for those who prefer adoption :)
Enjoy reading! ❤
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Jihoon? We’re here."
Jihoon blinks when he feels a gentle squeeze on his hand and when he turns to look at Soonyoung, his husband gestures to the building in front of them. It’s large and painted a light blue, with several paintings of trees, clouds, and flowers decorating the sides. There’s a large sign in the front with big red bold letters reading Adoption Center right in front of them. Chalk drawings of all sorts of things decorate the sidewalk, colorful and bright and giving the place an overall cutesy vibe.
“Jihoon,” Soonyoung murmurs, “Are you okay? We can schedule an appointment at a different time."
Jihoon shakes his head. The brightness of the place and the friendly atmosphere clashes with his depressing thoughts. He’s seen adoption centers on TV, has seen advertisements in attempts to get people to adopt a child. He’s seen images of children of all ages, has seen their sad eyes and closed off postures. He’s seen interviews of some of the kids, how they came to the adoption center, their stories of why their parents didn’t want them, their life in the center. He’d done his research but even then, he can’t shake off the sinking feeling in his gut when he realizes that they’re going to be seeing some of these kids in person.
“No, no,” Jihoon disagrees. “Let’s go in. I’m just overthinking again."
Soonyoung gives his hand another squeeze. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as they make it seem."
And it wasn’t.
When they both exit the car and enter the building, they’re both pleasantly surprised with how lively the place is. Kids of all ages swarm the place, the sounds of laughing and screaming filling what Jihoon would’ve thought as a dark atmosphere. There’s workers everywhere, some playing with the kids and some doing paperwork. Little children, no older than six, color the walls with crayon, babbling nonsense that he can’t hear amongst the loudness of the place.
Soonyoung leads him to the receptionist desk in front of a large yellow wall and there, they see a young girl, seemingly no older than eighteen.
“Welcome to Seoul Adoption Center,” she greets. “Have you scheduled an appointment with us?"
“Kwon-Lee,” Soonyoung affirms with a nod.
The girl nods, flipping through several papers before finding their file. “Lee Soonyoung and Kwon Jihoon?” Both nod. “Alright, if you follow me, I’ll bring you to one of our care-workers. She’ll be able to help you with any questions you need and your concerns."
Both of them follow the girl — Yangsoo, her name tag reads — into the room filled with children. She leads them into a room at the end of the hall and knocks on the door politely. When a muffled come in sounds through, she opens the door and allows Soonyoung and Jihoon to walk in. A lady, way older than Yangsoo, sits at a large brown desk, filled with messy paperwork and files. When she looks up, her eyes brighten at the sight of them, readjusting her eyeglasses as she stands up and holds out her hand.
“Lee Soonyoung and Kwon Jihoon, right?” she asks, voice comforting and warm. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Junsong, one of the caretakers here. Please, have a seat. I’m sorry for the mess."
“It’s okay,” Jihoon reassures, taking a seat across from his husband. “Soonyoung is a lot messier than this."
Soonyoung’s cheeks puff up indignantly. “Hey,” he complains, gently kicking Jihoon’s shoe. “I am not."
Junsong lets out a laugh, eyes crinkling up into crescents as she sweeps the files to the side. “I like you two already,” she says. “Now, what exactly are you two here for?"
“We’ve been thinking about adopting a child together for obvious reasons that we can’t get pregnant,” Soonyoung admits. “We understand the responsibility of taking care of one, especially a baby, but we’re willing to try. We don’t really have an ideal kid we’d like to adopt and the age doesn’t really matter, just someone we’d love and cherish as if they were our biological child."
“How many children are you planning to adopt?"
Soonyoung and Jihoon share a look, a silent conversation playing between their eyes.
“I think one would be best for now,” Jihoon answers, turning to look at Junsong. “At least, until we’re able to handle more."
Junsong nods with a hum. “Well, there are a lot of lovable kids here who I’m sure would be excited to go home with you, but before I give you the information, I like to let the adoptive parents observe how the kids behave naturally and interact with them. Would you guys like to do that first?"
“That’s fine.” Jihoon nods. “It’ll be good for us to have a better understanding of their personality."
“Alright then,” Junsong says, standing up with a smile. “Let’s go to the play room and see what they’re up to."
—
It’s been almost an hour since they’ve been observing and interacting and Jihoon already has his eyes set on a six-year-old girl who went by the name of Saejoon. Apparently, Saejoon is very shy and quiet but their similar personalities isn’t the reason he’d been so interested in her. In fact, he’d seen Saejoon bobbing her head to a beat while mouthing what seemed to be numbers as her tiny body moved to music he couldn’t hear. Her movements was like water, fluid and effortless, and it reminded him terribly of Soonyoung.
While he watches Saejoon repeat the steps, Soonyoung nudges him gently and gestures to Jongso, a seven-year-old boy.
“He has a great voice,” Soonyoung murmurs. “If you listen really closely, you can actually hear his vibrato."
Jihoon tries to listen amidst the loudness of the room, eyes focused on the boy who’s singing quietly under his breath while he plays with some Legos. Soonyoung is right; Jongso has a great voice and despite some flat notes, he manages to keep his vibrato with confidence. Jihoon’s starting to sense a theme in the way they’re choosing a child.
“Let me guess,” he chuckles, looking up at his husband. “You choose him because he reminds you of me, right?"
“Hey,” Soonyoung says defensively, arms crossed. “I’ve seen you looking at Saejoon over there, don’t lie. She’ll grow up to be a great dancer, I can already tell."
Jihoon agrees leans against Soonyoung’s shoulder, sighing. “What are we going to do?” he mutters. “We already have our eyes set on two children when we only agreed on one. Think of how expensive it would be."
“Let’s not worry about the expenses now,” Soonyoung suggests, curling an arm around him. “What matters if that we’re getting one of them a home...”
When Soonyoung falls silent, Jihoon knows he’s fighting with himself internally. He knows how much his husband would love a mini version of the both of them. Taking home one and not the other would not only break his heart, but Jihoon’s as well. Saejoon and Jongso both possess — as incredulous as it seems — a piece of them that they can’t help but notice, even if they aren’t biologically related.
“So who do you guys have your eyes on?” Junsong asks when she comes back from the side room.
Soonyoung and Jihoon glance at each other, eyes wavering with emotion. A silent plea goes unspoken between them before they turn back to Junsong.
“Saejoon and Jongso,” Jihoon answers.
“Ahh.” Junsong nods with a growing smile as she stares at the two children. “Going for the siblings, eh? Smart decision."
Both Soonyoung and Jihoon almost get a whiplash from how quick they turn their heads.
“Siblings?” Soonyoung croaks hopefully. “They’re siblings?"
Junsong’s smile widens. “Yes, siblings,” she says. “I can’t tell you about their parents because that information is kept confidential, but they come from a rough past. But I’ve seen them when they’re together, and let me tell you, if you take one, you take the other with you. Is that something you think you can handle?"
“Yes,” Jihoon says immediately without much thought. His hand tightens on Soonyoung’s shirt. “Yes, we can."
Junsong’s eyes crinkle from the force of her smile. “Alright, if you’ll follow me back to the room, I’ll fill you out on their information and everything you need to know about taking care of them."
Jihoon and Soonyoung glance at each other again, smiles contagious. They follow Junsong back into the room with their eyes bright and hearts full of anticipation of what’s to come for their soon-to-be adopted children.
Notes:
This fic might turn into more than 31 days, hehe
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 24: Parents
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon ft. Being Parents!
Notes:
Okay, I’ve decided to skip over the whole birth process because that’s just not my strong point so I decided to just write the becoming parents portion, haha.
ALSO
Vote for Seventeen in MAMA 2019! You can vote on either the website or Twitter with the hashtags #MAMA2019 and #seventeen (Make sure the ’s’ is lowercase!) Retweets are counted as a vote too! Last time I checked, we were 6th place in almost every category Seventeen was in but I checked just a few seconds ago to vote and we’re either 3rd/4th/5th places now! Keep voting so we can get them a daesang this year!
Categories they’re nominated for:
- Artist of the Year - 5th place
- Song of the Year - 4th place
- Worldwide Fans’ Choice - 5th place
- Best Male Group - 3rd place
- Best Dance Performance Male Group - 3rd place (We can get them a 3rd consecutive win, right?)Here’s the link to the website to vote!
http://mama.mwave.me/en/mainI heard as long as Seventeen is in the top 3, we’ll be fine but let’s not be lazy, Carats! Keep voting no matter what :)
Enjoy reading! ❤
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Jihoon sighs as he leans back in his chair and rests his eyes for a moment. It’s been a long week, with countless clients asking him for a hit song that’ll hit the charts. If he weren’t so tired, maybe he would’ve followed through but alas, he’s a father of two now (if you include his husband, make that three), and he can’t risk deteriorating his health if he wants to take care of his kittens.
Speaking of his kittens.
A high-pitched whimper sounds through the baby monitor, catching his attention immediately. Turning to look at the screen, he feels his heart swell when he sees one of the little lumps in the crib move restlessly.
Ever since his twins were brought into this world, Jihoon had made the decision to work from home instead of the studio. It’s not that he doesn’t like his work place. Rather, he’d feel a lot more comfortable watching over his twins in the comfort of their home instead of having someone babysit them while he isn’t there. Maybe that’s just how he is or maybe it’s just his parental instincts coming through but either way, he’s gotten too attached to his kids already.
A wail comes from the baby monitor this time and he sighs fondly when another whimper follows after. If there’s any traits his kittens have achieved from his husband, it’s his need for constant attention.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he calls out softly, saving his work before taking a detour to the room across the hall. “Dada’s coming."
When he enters the room, his babies are rolling around in their crib like roly-polies. They’re both whining in irritation, whether from how hot it is or it’s because their crib is getting cramped, Jihoon doesn’t know. He pads up to them and peers down at their chubby faces. Smiling fondly at the sight, he coos quietly and starts humming soothingly.
If there’s anything else his kittens have achieved from Soonyoung, it’s his chubby cheeks and constant movements. Jihoon is grateful though, that they aren’t as loud as their father. He doesn’t think he’d be able to handle so much screaming and crying.
His twins look up at him with wonder, eyes wide with awe when they hear his voice. They quiet themselves at the sound, seemingly entranced. Jihoon likes to think they’ll both grow up to be in the music industry like he and Soonyoung are.
“Boop.” Jihoon bops his daughter on the nose, feeling a smile grow on his face when Saejoon goes cross-eyed. He does it again and watches his daughter’s lips curve up, eyes forming into familiar slants.
She’d gotten Soonyoung’s eyes.
“Does my little prince want a nose bop too?” Jihoon asks playfully as he turns to his son. Jongso looks up at him, obviously not understanding a word he says but when Jihoon bops his nose gently, a giggle spills out of his lips, high-pitched and adorable.
His daughter whines again, obviously not enjoying the fact that her brother is receiving more attention. Her hands ball into tiny fists as she waves them around in the air, kicking her feet.
“Ah,” Jihoon sighs, gently squeezing Saejoon’s tummy to tickle her. “You really are a tiny version of your appa, aren’t you? Bummer. You could’ve been like me instead. You have my nose too."
“Hey,” a voice says, sounding insulted, and Jihoon feels a grin tug his lips when familiar arms wrap around his waist. “Saejoonie’s perfect as she is. She’s beautiful."
“Of course, she is,” Jihoon replies, leaning back in Soonyoung’s arms. “Our little princess."
Soonyoung kisses his cheek then peers down into the crib with a wide smile. Their twins look up at him, attention grabbed instantly and Jihoon watches as Soonyoung reaches down to poke their bellies.
“You’re both little porkers, aren’t you?” he questions playfully, eyeing Jihoon the whole time. “You’ve gotten your appetites from your dada — Hey — ow!"
Jihoon sticks his tongue out at him. “Butthole."
Soonyoung turns back to their twins. “If you both weren’t here, dada would be cursing me out now. He’s so mean, isn’t he? Such a scary monster. Grrrr.” He growls like a tiger, and both Saejoon and Jongso break out into fits of giggles, hands clapping clumsily. Soonyoung turns to him with a triumphant grin. “They like appa more."
“No, they don’t,” Jihoon argues, then leans down. “Watch this. Boop. Boop.” He bops both of his kittens on the nose and much like they did with Soonyoung, they giggle in delight.
“Whatever.” Soonyoung sticks his tongue out. “I still stand by my side."
“Idiot."
“You see this, my little tigers?” Soonyoung asks to their twins. “I have to put up with your dada. I love him so much but he only insults me. You like me better, right? I’m such a nice appa."
Saejoon and Jongso only giggle.
Jihoon rolls his eyes and pulls Soonyoung down for a kiss. “My point still stands,” he says. “You are an idiot and that’s funny to them."
“Keep dreaming."
“I’m already living my dream though."
“Jihoon!"
Jihoon only laughs as Soonyoung pouts at him endearingly, his husband clearly swooning over his words. If you were to ask Jihoon to say such cheesy words ten years ago, he would’ve laughed in your face and told you it wasn’t going to happen. Now though, with his children and a loving husband, he would tell you he does it all the time (mostly intentional).
“I love you,” Soonyoung mumbles, pecking him over and over before turning to their twins, hands poking their bellies again. “And I love you little rascals too."
Jihoon smiles when Saejoon and Jongso giggle again. Placing his cheek on Soonyoung’s shoulder and peering at their children, he whispers in Soonyoung’s ear, a soft, “I love you three too."
Notes:
So this wasn’t my best and it’s really short and I’m so sorry but I realized I’m losing inspiration for these drabbles. I’m not too sure if I’ll continue going over 31 days after, but on a better note, the 2nd chapter for What We Were Promised is out now!
Don’t forget to vote for Seventeen on MAMA 2019!
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
Chapter 25: Changing
Summary:
Domestic Soonhoon ft. Disgusted Soonyoung and Amused Jihoon!
Notes:
Vote for Seventeen in MAMA 2019! You can vote on either the website or Twitter with the hashtags #MAMA2019 and #seventeen (Make sure the ’s’ is lowercase!) Retweets are counted as a vote too! Keep voting so we can get them a daesang this year! Also vote for them on AAA!
Categories they’re nominated for:
- Artist of the Year - 4th place
- Song of the Year - 4th place
- Worldwide Fans’ Choice - 4th place
- Best Male Group - 3rd place
- Best Dance Performance Male Group - 3rd place (We can get them a 3rd consecutive win, right?)Here’s the link to the website to vote!
http://mama.mwave.me/en/mainAs long as Seventeen is in the top 3, we’ll be fine but let’s not be lazy, Carats! Keep voting no matter what :)
Enjoy reading! ❤
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Soonyoung is calm, totally calm.
He’s totally not freaking out over the fact that he has to have the worst job a parent could ever have. Definitely not.
But as he stares at the little atrocious beings — which he would like to refer to as his darling little angels but at the moment, he refuses to — squirming uncomfortably on the nursery dresser with little whimpers coming out of their mouths, he finds himself cursing the witch who casted this curse upon him (which so happens to be the evil villain that is his husband).
It just so happens that said husband would be up in Incheon working with some producers — the one day that his twins decide it would be a good day to make Soonyoung suffer.
(“Soonyoung, are you absolutely sure you can take care of them?"
“Don’t worry ‘bout them, Hoonie! They'll be fine!"
“Alright, well...remember to feed them and change their diapers — "
“Got it — "
"Don’t feed Saejoonie too much yogurt or she’ll throw up. Also if Jongso-ah falls asleep, don’t bother waking him up — "
“You don’t worry about a single thing, my love! I’ll take care of them so well, it won’t even feel like you left!")
Needless to say, it didn’t end well for him.
The smell is starting to become a bit more unbearable the longer he stares.
“Did you guys drop a bomb on appa?” Soonyoung croons, trying his best to sound cute but the stench gets stronger the closer he gets, making him wince. He stops a few feet from the dresser and lifts the collar of his shirt up to cover his nose. “You’re supposed to be angels for me while dada’s away but all I smell are demons, you know?"
His twins looks up at him with equally watery eyes, lips turned upside down in an uncomfortable frown.
Saejoon’s arms lift up, asking to be carried. If Soonyoung weren’t so distraught over the fact that he’d been left with the job to change their diapers, he would consider picking her up and pressing kisses to her face until she was a giggly mess. But alas, all he can do is look at her equally hopeless.
“I’m so sorry, Saejoonie,” Soonyoung says, almost pleadingly. “Hold on, uh, I’ll — I’ll call your dada. He’ll come home."
As if on cue, Jongso starts crying, like he has a feeling his dada won’t be coming home. It seems to elicit a trigger response because Saejoonie begins to cry alongside him as well.
So not only is Soonyoung suffocating with the stench of poop, but his ears are ringing from how loud they are when they cry. He supposes that part is his fault though because he isn’t a very pretty crier either (and he can also be very loud.)
Dialing Jihoon’s number, Soonyoung gives a tiger plushie to Jongso and a cat plushie to Saejoon in the hopes that it’ll distract them both for a while. It seems to work for a few minutes, but then his twins throw the toys away in unison, now even fussier than ever.
The exact moment Saejoon bursts into tears again is the moment Jihoon answers the call.
”Hello?"
”Jihoonie!” Soonyoung says cheerfully amidst the sound of his twins both crying. “I’m so glad to hear your lovely voice again! I miss you so much!"
”I’ve only been gone for twelve hours and — what is...are they crying?"
Soonyoung maintains his cheery voice. “Relax, everything is fine, yeobo! They just miss you, is all!"
”Lee Soonyoung, what the hell did you do?"
Pouting, Soonyoung picks up a rattle and shakes it, catching Saejoon and Jongso’s attention. “Nothing. It’s not me this time, I swear! I didn’t do anything."
”...Usually when you say that, you’ve done something and I have to go ahead and clean your shit up."
“It’s not!” Soonyoung insists, then snorts at the unintentional pun Jihoon made. “At least, not my shit this time."
”Not your...? Oh — did they drop the bomb on you?"
He hears Jihoon try to stifle a laugh and he can’t help but pout, wincing when the wailing begins to grow louder. He feels a little pathetic, not because he can’t care for his babies, but because he’s the one stuck in this current situation. He’s starting to think the smell is going to become traumatizing.
“It’s not funny,” Soonyoung says tautly. “It’s a real dilemma and I don’t know what to do. Please come back, I think I’m really gonna pass out soon."
He hears Jihoon click his tongue. ”You’ll live, you overdramatic child. I can’t leave yet, Soonie, I’m working with a few clients right now — which, by the way, I really need to get back to soon. You’ll figure it out — "
”Wait, no, don’t leave yet!” Soonyoung says desperately. “At least — could you video call me? It’ll only take five minutes, I promise! I really don’t know what to do and I’m scared I’ll hurt them. Please, Hoonie? What if they have a diaper rash or — what if I actually do pass out?"
This time, Jihoon laughs. ”Fine, okay. Give me a sec."
It takes more than just a second, but a minute later, Soonyoung finds himself answering his husband’s incoming FaceTime call. He positively beams at the sight of his Jihoon, who’s already rolling his eyes in a fond exasperation.
”What the — why are you against the wall — you know what? Never-mind. Walk to the crib,” Jihoon instructs and Soonyoung listens.
“Okay, now what?” he asks, setting the phone down on the window sill where Jihoon has a clear view of what he’s doing.
”Saejoonie’s usually more fussier so you’ll want to change her first,” his husband advises. ”There’s a pack of diapers, wipes and some baby powder on the table next to the nursery. Do you see it?"
Soonyoung nods, reaching over to grab said items.
”Good. Now, unwrap her diaper but be careful. Wouldn’t want anything touching you, would you?"
“Jihoon!” Soonyoung whines, glaring at his phone. “That’s not helping!"
His husband laughs. ”Okay, okay, sorry. Unwrap her diaper...yeah, like that. Okay, now grab her ankles in one hand and lift her lower half up."
Soonyoung feels his face go pale as he eyes the...mess his daughter had made. He follows Jihoon’s instructions nonetheless, instantly looking away. It’s not exactly a pretty sight but when is it ever?
”Okay, now grab the wipes...not the whole thing! Yeah, just one,” Jihoon breathes, rubbing a hand over his face. ”Now wipe her butt."
“Wipe her what?” Soonyoung squawks, almost letting go of Saejoon’s ankles. “You want me to what?"
Jihoon sighs heavily. ”Her butt, Soonyoung. You need to wipe the mess."
”But..."
”I swear on all things holy, I will punch you in the face if you don’t do this correctly,” Jihoon threatens. ”Just...cover your hand with the wipe and clean her. If you need another wipe, use another one."
Soonyoung feels his soul leaving his body as he covers his hand with the wipe. He inhales deeply and with his hand shaking, he presses the wipe to Saejoon’s butt, cringing instantly at the weird sensation.
”Wipe, Soonyoung, not press,” Jihoon groans. ”Move your hand! The longer you wait, the more the poop will seep through."
”Okay, no, no, no, no thanks,” Soonyoung says frantically, wiping Saejoon’s butt and throwing the dirty wipe into the dirty diaper. He hurries to grab another one, wiping the remaining substance off. “Okay, what now?"
”Move the dirty diaper to the side. You can wrap it later,” Jihoon huffs. ”Grab a new diaper and put it under her."
With some difficulty, Soonyoung opens the diaper with one hand, the other still holding Saejoon’s ankles together and lifting her up. Sliding it underneath, he waits for the next set of instructions, eager to get this done and over with.
“Now you’ll want to sprinkle some baby powder so she doesn’t get a diaper rash,” Jihoon explains. “Three shakes should be enough."
Soonyoung grabs the bottle of baby powder and with three shakes, coats Saejoon’s diaper with it. “Now what?"
“Wrap her in the diaper and throw away the dirty one,” says Jihoon. “You’ll be all set then. Just do the same to Jongso. You think you’ll be good to go?"
“Can you stay on the call while I change Jongso?” Soonyoung asks sheepishly. “Just in case."
Jihoon sighs. “I guess."
—
”WHY ARE YOU TWISTING HIS LEGS LIKE THAT — "
“I’m not twisting his legs! He’s fine — “
”I told you to just do the same as Saejoon! WHY ARE YOU USING SO MUCH POWDER?"
Soonyoung sets the bottle down immediately. “Jesus, Jihoon, shut up! Jongso is fine! Look at him!"
From the phone, Jihoon rubs a hand down his face. ”Hannie-hyung told me I wouldn’t be able to live to 30 if I marry you, you know. I’m starting to believe him."
“That’s mean!” Soonyoung pouts, wrapping Jongso up in a new diaper and giving him his pacifier. “Look, all done! I think I did a pretty good job."
”Soonyoung,” Jihoon says dryly. ”You almost sprinkled baby powder in Jongso’s mouth."
“I almost did!” exclaims Soonyoung. “Besides, it was on accident. I got distracted."
”By what?"
“By your beauty."
The groan is audible from his phone and Soonyoung cackles. Jihoon’s face had transformed into a deadpan but the light flush on his cheeks tells Soonyoung he’s amused.
”Whatever, I’m hanging up. Tell my kittens I love them. I need to go back to work."
”Jihoonie, what about me?"
”What about you?"
Soonyoung pouts again. “Jihoon!"
”Fine, love you too, even if you are a pain in the ass,” Jihoon sighs.
“I love you too!” Soonyoung says with a grin, blowing a kiss.
The last thing he sees on his phone is the mock disgust on Jihoon’s face before he hangs up and it’s only then does Soonyoung look down at his twins.
“You know,” he says. “I really need a parent-of-the-year award. Don’t you think so?"
Jongso and Saejoon look up at him, gurgling in agreement.
Soonyoung smiles. “I think so too."
Notes:
WOW, SO IT’S BEEN A MINUTE.
This is such a late update. I haven’t worked on this for what, a month? I’ve just been so lazy lately, oops, sorry. But now I’ve updated this and hopefully, something pops up for the next chapter, haha.
If y’all have any domestic Soonhoon prompts you want to see, don’t hesitate to tell me (cuz I really need something to write, lol)
(6th chapter of What We Were Promised is out now, btw!)
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As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! ❤
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