oneshots for seventeen!! started: march 4th, 2023. finished: january 14th, 2024.. includes: fluff, angst, all sfw!! member x reader. proper spelling & grammar. [this is pure fiction and does not represent the real members or their personalities] 🤎
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╔══════════════════╗ LEE JIHOON ✎ xxiv. demo ╚══════════════════╝
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"Did you get the demo?" You asked as you stepped into Jihoon's studio. It was late, but your boyfriend worked best during the night, and you had turned a little more nocturnal than you already were when you started dating him.
"Yeah, I got it. I haven't listened to it yet, though." He responded, eyes reading something on his computer screen as he pulled out a chair for you without looking.
You sat down, peering over your boyfriend's shoulder to see what he was reading. It was some article explaining a new workout and its benefits in muscle growth.
"Hey, you're already buff enough, you know?" You poked his cheek and he smiled, swatting your hand away.
"Let's listen to that demo you sent." He mumbled, closing the tab with the article and searching through his folders for it. He had a habit of speaking softly when it was late at night, only aiding to his comforting presence.
You nodded and Jihoon grabbed his headphones. You always got a little bit nervous when showing your boyfriend your music, even if he was the person you felt the most comfortable with. He was a master at his craft, and you wanted to impress him every time.
He pressed play, closing his eyes to fully immerse himself in the music. Soft strums of guitar accompanied your voice perfectly suited for R&B. You watched him, nerves only subsiding when you saw him smile a little. He took the headphones off and opened the demo in his producing software, eyes scanning over the instruments and layers you already had.
"You gonna say anything? Don't leave me hanging here." You asked quietly.
"It was good. Really good." He said simply, making your heart swell in your chest. "The choice of acoustic guitar along with the harmonies was perfect, and your voice..." He paused, words stuck in his throat. He was sure he was biased. He must be. But he could not, and would not get over how much he loved your voice. It was just perfect.
"I loved it." He said finally, leaning in to press his lips to your softly and lingering there to show his sincerity.
