Glad It's You || Jikyu One Shot

-ˋˏ ༻Glad It's You༺ ˎˊ-

Junkyu rubbed his heavy eyelids, letting out a soft yawn. He peered around the dark abyss in confusion. A certain someone was missing. This particular someone, or should I say, Park Jihoon, was always by his side once he woke up, not that he missed him or anything.

Jihoon was his annoying husband, which was unmistakably chosen by his evil parents. Yup, he had no freedom. Instead, he was forced to marry an annoying dude so their dumb company could live on--he really didn't care about the family business to be honest. Junkyu just wanted to live a simple life. Maybe have his own apartment and not to forget, a piano to ensure his love of music.

He really didn't much want to be married. Or even date. He just wanted to be...alone.
That's when the Park Jihoon being labeled as "annoying" comes in place. He was his parents' pick. He was a snobby, spoiled, and nagging asshole from the Park company (in Junkyu's opinion). And in order for The Kim and Parks' companies to be joined, someone was being LEGALLY joined.

And Junkyu was unfortunate to be the oldest of the Kims.

"Where is he off to so early?" Junkyu muttered, confused as to why he wasn't awaken by the snores of the older Korean. Junkyu stretched his well proportioned body as he stood from the king sized bed, walking out to the giant mansion their parents bought for them to live in. How did he not run away after a week with Park Jihoon? It's been eight full months already.

Junkyu was startled by a loud clatter coming from the kitchen, he ran towards the area after hearing Jihoon let out a loud scream.

"What the hell!" His neck snapped towards the older boy when he saw the mess of all their plates shattered into pieces, sprawled around the floors.

"Jihoon what the fuck!" He yelled at the older when he saw the large cut on his palm. "Good mornin" Jihoon gave the younger male a annoying eye smile, pretending that he had nothing to do with the spill.

"You idiot.." Junkyu rubbed his nape before pulling the shorter out of the kitchen,

"sorry, sorry. I just wanted to make you a fried egg. I heard you're really into them these days. I swear I don't usually suck so badly. I'm a good cook! Although I don't often cook for myself--" Junkyu impatiently grabbed the older and pulled him away from the glass.

"Stop the blabbering, you're giving me a headache! Stay here and I'll get something to treat your cut." He rolled his eyes, "and don't linger around broken glass! What are you twelve?" Jihoon wasn't used to being scolded, but instead of arguing with the younger korean, he just smiled at him warmly.

"You care about me so much, Kim Junkyu." He giggled. "Don't say stuff like that." Junkyu cringed, carrying a bottle of alcohol and cottons in his hand.

"Wait. You're going to put straight alcohol on it..?" Jihoon whimpered at the sight of the stuff.

"Stop being a baby, it won't hurt." Junkyu somewhat consoled the big eyed male.

"Don't do too much!" Jihoon hissed as the liquid came in contact with his damaged hand. Junkyu hummed when the substance bubbled up, he made sure he cleaned the older man's cut before gently patting on a bandage.

"See?" Junkyu almost busted out laughing when he looked up to see his pouting husband.

"Oh stop your pouting, it wasn't that much." Junkyu was about to drop Jihoon's hand when suddenly, the older grabbed onto his wrist.

"That's not why I'm upset, Kyu." At that moment, the younger couldn't meet his husband's eyes.

"C-cut it out... Why are you upset..?" Jihoon stared at the brown-haired korean in his eyes, and Junkyu could see a glint of something. What was that something? Sadness. That's right, The Park Jihoon was currently sad, the same Park Jihoon who's usually so happy that he makes everyone surrounding him happy. Junkyu knew it all too well, that's why he didn't enjoy being around the older.

That's why he was so annoying.

But then Jihoon gave him a genuine smile. Did Junkyu think the world stopped around Jihoon's gorgeous eye smile just now? Definitely. Would he ever tell that to him? Negative.

"Kyu, I know this set up is hard for you and you kind of hate my guts but... I just want you to know that I liked you way before and I'm happy to be your husband... even if its one sided." Junkyu blushed profoundly. What the actual fuck? Jihoon liked him way before? His eyes were probably darting everywhere out of confusion.

If he hated Jihoon, thought he was annoying, literally dreaded being around the latter then why? Why the hell is his heart practically turning flips inside his chest right now? His mind was so blurred right now, he couldn't think straight. Junkyu leaned in.

He kissed him. Jihoon gasped at the soft plump lips that completed his. Junkyu kissed Jihoon and it felt right. Cupping Jihoon's cheeks, Junkyu pulled him in to deepen the kiss. Jihoon giddily kissed back, snaking his arms around Junkyu's nape.

The two kissed passionately until shorter male pulled away, gasping for air and his face almost completely red. The older let his hands drop to Junkyu's shoulders and slowly met his gaze, intense as ever.

"I like being your husband, too." Junkyu gave a warm smile, his dimples finally being showed off for Jihoon to scream over.

The older blinked. "Oh my god Junkyu, I-I thought you hated me?"
Junkyu giggled a bit. Yup, that was Jihoon's new favorite sound.

"I thought I hated you too.. But them I found myself liking you more and more each time I tried to convince myself that I didn't.." Jihoon gave Junkyu a strange look,

"So you go around giving everyone you think you hate kisses, or am I special?" He teased.

"Oh please." Junkyu stood up and playfully left the room.

"Don't be like that' I was kidding!" Jihoon giggled as he chased the younger boy out the room.
.
.
.
.

The next morning, Junkyu woke up to his annoying husband cuddled up next to his body. He smiled as he wrapped his arm around the still sleeping Jihoon. Though he hated his parents for basically forcing him to be with the older Korean, he was glad it was Jihoon.

End <3