Kpop Scenarios

P.O (Block B) x Reader

BAM! Another water balloon smacked into the back of your head, exploding on impact. Oh he is SO dead. You thought, whirling around in search of your "buddy" Jihoon. Sure he's usually your buddy, but not when you're in a water balloon fight. Your eyes quickly scanned the area around you, desperately looking for a time to strike back.

Your relationship with Jihoon was a little odd, to say the least. You were friends. Good friends. The kind of friends that practice kissing and cuddling and other sorts of benefits to "improve" your skills when your true love came around. Both of you knew that wasn't the case. Your mind slipped back to the time when you first discovered each other.

The way he spoke to you.

The way he touched you.

The way he made you feel.

It was almost like a dream fabricated all for you, just for you, dedicated to making you feel like you were on top of the world-

SMACK! Another water balloon hit your back, the cold water running down your body to the ground.
"JIHOON IM GONNA MAKE YOU REGRET WAKING UP THIS MORNING!" you yelled, fist balled around your ready ammunition, longing for the moment when he dared show his face. But, the rascal got around your line of vision, and snuck up behind you, picking you up and spinning you around. Through the sudden movement, you got a decent look at him. Happy, laughing, face squished up into that genuine gummy smile. It almost made you forget that you were "just friends."

Almost.

Your burning need to smack him in the face with a water balloon overrode the other need. He snorted and dropped you, waddling away before you could strike him again. It didn't work though, because you could hear his stupid giggling, and were able to pick him out with ease, making sure that he was as wet as you were.
Now it was your turn to sprint away, because good ol Jihoon got his hands on a BIG bucket of ice cold water. And he was running. Thinking quickly, you snuck behind a tree and waited for the pit pat of his bare feet to get close enough for you to jump out and push the bucket of water up and over into his face, dousing him completely and leaving you unscathed. He let out an odd mixture of a laugh and a whine and yanked you into a tight hug, forcing some of the water in his clothes to seep into yours. The feeling was gross and cold, but you accepted the hug. He moved slightly to rest his face in your neck, even though it required him bending awkwardly. He pulled back and kissed both of your cheeks slowly and gently. Letting his hands slip down to your sides, he offered a little smile, and you swear you saw a twinge of pink in his cheeks.

That was it.

You grabbed onto his wrist and started walking to the car, forcing him with you. Not answering his repeated questionings of why you two were leaving, you drove home and practically pushed him out of the car, into the house, into the bathroom, and into the shower. Following after him closely, you were determined to make him know deep in his core why he picked you to be his "buddy."