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72. SVT Woozi - Nightmare

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Member: Jihoon

Genre: angst if you squint // fluff

Word Count: 1117

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It's around midnight when you get the call. You're in your pajamas, hair still damp from your shower, light music playing from your laptop speakers. Jihoon's contact flashes across your screen, his bright smile piercing the darkness of your room.

An impending sense of worry overwhelms you. He never calls this late. Midnight to early morning are the hours he works on music, and during that time, he's unreachable. The only way to contact him is to come to his studio yourself, or ask another member to give him the phone.

You scramble to your phone on the charger, and answer.

"Ji?"

"Oh," he breathes airily, almost panting into the receiver. "You're okay?" His voice is shaky, nasally, even. You hear light sniffling, and a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?" You ask, biting the inside of your lip. Your heart is pounding in your chest, a thousand reasons to be worried running through your head.

"Nothing, god, nothing."

"I don't believe you. You wouldn't have called me if nothing was wrong, Ji."

"I..." He groans into the receiver, something about girlfriend's intuition, and murmurs quietly, "Can you come to the studio right now?"

"Of course, I'll be there in a few minutes." You pull on one of Jihoon's hoodies, leaving your pajama bottoms on, and slip on a pair of shoes. You grab your house key and shove it into the pocket of the hoodie, and you're out the door.

At the sound of the door shutting, Jihoon speaks up again.

"Stay on the line until you get here."

You do, and there isn't much talking. Jihoon listens to the rush of wind coming from your end, and you listen to his nervous humming of Say Yes.

"I'm here. I'm hanging up, okay -"

You feel arms wrap around your cold figure, and you melt into the embrace. Jihoon turns you around gently and places his hands on your cold cheeks, rubbing them warm.

His eyes are red and damp, a slight pout on his lips. You have the slight urge to kiss him, and the words leave your lips before your mind could process them.

"Kiss me."

Flustered, he mutters, 'what is this' before obliging. Jihoon's lips meet yours softly, tasting of bitter coffee. Upon pulling away, he presses another sweet kiss to your cheek, then to your forehead.

"Are you going to tell me what happened now?"

His hands find yours, and he pulls you towards the open door of his studio, plopping you down on the couch behind his desk. He sits parallel to you.

"It's embarrassing. I'd rather not talk about it."

"Jihoon, I've seen you sing and dance to One Direction songs, nothing could be more embarrassing than that."

"Hey, rude?" You let out a lively giggle and he chuckles, leaning back against his chair. "Fine. You can't speak of it to anyone. Promise?" He offers you his pinky, and you take it.

"Promise, Ji."

"I had a nightmare you..." He shuts his eyes, covering his face with his hands. "You broke up with me because I didn't have time for you."

"I would never-"

"I would understand, though."

"Ji."

"I can't even go out with you in public because of the company, I'm lucky enough they let us stay together in private. When I have free time, I'm here, while you stay home alone and study. You could date anyone in the world, (F/N). You're beautiful, smart, and talented, why date someone like me, who can't give you what you deserve?"

"You're everything and more to me, Jihoon. I can't blame you for chasing your dream as an idol, and I would never be so selfish as to break your heart because of it. You're the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. I would never trade you for anyone else."

"...Not even Jungkook, from BTS?"

"Well..." He shoots you a look and you grab his hand, laughing. "I'm joking! I love you and only you."

Grumbling, he shifts in his seat. "I love you too." His chest still hurts, because you continue to love him through your loneliness - and for that, he wants to pepper you with kisses, handcuff you to him and never let you go.

He can't help but remember the sadness on your face in his nightmare, tears rolling down your cheeks. He pulls you close again, into another hug.

"Hey, I'm with you, okay? Always. Even when I'm cooped up in here all day, I'm always thinking of you."

"I know, Ji." You kiss his cheek and smile at him, growing embarrassed at the close proximity. You glance at the clock on his computer, reading 12:40 AM. "It's late. I should go."

You stand, but a hand on your wrist stops you, pulling you back.

"Please, don't leave. Not after that nightmare. Stay? Just for tonight. I want to spend some time with you, before I start the next album." A nervous smile graces his features, and you cup his face in your hands, pressing a light kiss to his cheek.

"I will."

You spend the rest of the night catching up on each other's week, Jihoon showing you the gifts that fans gave him, ranging from foreign sweets and inspirational letters. You doze off on his couch, and he composes quietly for a few hours before joining you, crammed onto the small couch.

Morning comes, and you can feel the rise and fall of Jihoon's chest against your back. You're facing the back of the couch, and he's on the outer edge, guarding you from falling off.

The door to the studio beeps open before you can register it, and Seungcheol strides in.

"I swear Ji, one day we're going to restrict you from coming here after mid-" He makes a surprised noise, dashes out of the room, and returns with a crowd of boys in tow.

You poke Jihoon awake, and he grumbles angrily into your hair.

"Jihoonie, the members!"

"Huh?" He attempts to sit up, but instead slides off the couch with a thud. The members are snickering at this point, Jihoon glaring sharply at them, using the couch to assist him in standing.

"It's not what it looks like!" You blurt, and Jihoon face palms in embarrassment.

"We know what it looks like," Mingyu grins toothily, "Our Jihoonie-hyung is a man now!"

"No no no no, you've got it wrong!" Jihoon protests, shutting his eyes as the members pile in and bear hug him. A strong arm pulls you in and you're sucked into the hug as well, Jihoon mumbling profanities as the other members squeeze his cheeks and pat your head lovingly.

They'd be disciplined appropriately, Jihoon's guitar needs a polishing, anyway.