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153. SVT Woozi - Ice Cream & Kisses

Tumblr : 17-imagines

Member: jihoon ft. wingman dad seungcheol

Genre: angst w a good ending

Word Count: 1633

"Leave me alone. You can get so annoying sometimes, you know? Go find someone else to bother." Jihoon shuts his studio door loudly and harder than necessary, to make his point clearer, leaving you on the other side.

A worried Seungcheol sticks his head into the room, eyes full of concern as he enters, walking towards you in strides. He glances at the shut door, and the sullen expression on your face, putting two and two together.

"It's just how he is, (F/N) - wait, please don't cry, it's just Jihoon being... Well, Jihoon." He runs a hand through his hair, removing his hat and placing it on your head. "C'mon. You don't want the others to see you like this, right? I'll treat you to ice cream, so quit crying, yeah?"

Seungcheol smiles at you, pinching one cheek lovingly before taking you by the shoulders and guiding you towards the staircase, shutting the heavy door behind him.

Inside his studio, Jihoon leans with his back against the door, sitting on the floor. Somehow, he feels he's gone too far, said words too harsh for someone as delicate as you, said something he didn't mean.

If there's anything Jihoon knows about words, it's that once they're spoken, sung, or rapped, they can't be taken back.

He's somewhat surprised that he wakes up in his studio, neck stiff and back sore from sleeping in his chair, because normally they'd send you up to wake him and drag him back to the dorm. He checks the time and it's 5 AM, 5 hours too late for his wakeup call.

He sighs and runs a hand through his messy hair, shaking his computer awake with a wave of his mouse. No progress, with the exception of the beat he gave you a sample of, and he thinks that maybe the reason he can't get anything done is because he has no inspiration.

So he puts his hat on, digs a mask out of his drawer, and leaves his studio, in search of a muse.

He freezes when he reaches the main lobby, the room silent, give or take the soft sleeping sounds emitting from the figure situated on the couch beside the ping-pong table.

[5:21 AM] jihoon: (f/n)'s asleep in the lobby? why didn't u guys call her a cab
[5:25 AM] seungcheol: well shit, ji
maybe if u bothered to check ur phone, u would've known we asked u to
[5:26 AM] jihoon: i'm not her dad
[5:26 AM] jisoo: hey. some ppl r tryna sleep here!!
[5:27 AM] jihoon: watev im going back to the studio
[5:27 AM] seungcheol: ur an asshole

He sighs and slides his phone into the pocket of his sweats, rolling his eyes when he sees a car pull up, a sleepy Seungcheol stepping out. He enters the building without sparing a glance at the onlooking Jihoon, walking to your sleeping figure, poking you awake.

"Hey, sleepyhead."

"Why are you in my apartment?"

"You're still in the lobby of Pledis, stupid."

"Ah. That makes more sense," you laugh, taking Seungcheol's hand, who assists in pulling you up. He mentions the cab outside that's waiting for you, and that he's already put the fare on his card. He shoos you away, watching the cab pull away in the direction of your apartment.

Jihoon scoffs when Seungcheol shoots him a sharp glare, refusing to make eye contact with the fellow leader. He can't deny there's a strange tension in the atmosphere, and a heavy feeling in his heart from watching the soft, intimate interaction between the both of you.