Kpop Imagines {Completed}

Topp Dogg- Xero- I'll Take That

"Do you have to go?!" Jiho complains, plopping down on your bed right next to the bag you're trying to pack.
"Ne oppa." You reply impatiently. "We've been over this five times now."
"Your sister's getting married, she's not dying. You don't have to go!" He grumbles.
"It is important! I'm the maid of honor!" You throw the shirt your were about to put in the bag, at him.
He catches it and buries his face into it. "I'm going to die. What happens if I die when you're gone?! Huh?! I'll be in a body bag while you're off partying with some American guy!" He wails, his voice muffled by the shirt.
"Jiho, seriously. Calm down." You sigh.
"You don't love me!" He sobs.
You walk over to where he is and wrap your arms around him while murmuring soothing words at him.
He sniffles. "Don't go."
"I have to." You respond, feeling tears start to gather in your eyes.
"It's a whole week! I can't live without you! You-you're my air!" He exclaims dramatically.
"Jiho, jinjja. You don't have to be such a drama queen." You exhale, moving so you can continue to pack.
"Don't go." He grabs the dress you're about to put in your bag.
"Jiho!" You yell. "Give that back!"
"Aniyo." He says stubbornly.
You roll you eyes then get on your tiptoes and kiss him right on the lips.
He freezes and you grab the dress when you pull back.
"I'll take that."
"You-you used me!" He exclaims, pouting.
"Yep."
He pauses. "Can I help you pack?"
"Ne." You reply in a heartbeat. It's about time he starts cooperating.
He grabs one of his hoodies and shoves it into your bag. "I want you to wear this at all times." He commands.
"Mwo?!" You exclaim. "At all times?! I can't do that! I have to wear the dress at the wedding!"
"Aniyo." He firmly replies. "I don't want other guys to stare at you."
"Jiho." You sigh.
"Mwo? I'm helping you pack." He replies innocently.
"Jiho." You stop him from grabbing your sundress out of your bag and make him sit down on the bed.
"Mwo?"
"I know you're worried about me hooking up with some random American guy, but I won't. I would never do that to you. Saranghae, you and only you." You assure him.
He exhales loudly. "I-I know. Mianhae... One more thing, you're not allowed to dance with any guys."
You laugh. "Not even my cousin?" You ask.
He bites his lip as he thinks. "How old is he?"
"He's eight."
"Hm... Okay, but that's pushing it."