Kpop Preferences and Imagines

Block B~ "I Love You"

Zico:
You and your boyfriend were both very busy people. You both loved your work and were very devout when it came to your careers.

That's also what you admired about each other. The love for what you both do.

You often worked together, sitting really close to each other at a desk big enough for more than one person.

Your leg would be thrown over his, while he'd throw his over yours. You often worked like that, very close to each other, legs intertwined and tangled together. But your minds focused and your hands committed to writing.

You were so accustomed to sitting like that with him, that when he was away or when you were away and you worked alone, it seemed foreign.

Jihoo didn't want to admit anything because it threatened his manly bravado, but he was very connected to you. He didn't work as well when you weren't right next to him touching his shoulder or your legs over his.

He didn't sleep well when you weren't right next to him, he was the equivalent of a small puppy dog with a big intimidating body.

It was a normal day for the two of you, sitting alone in a silent room, your legs tangled and sides pressed so close to each other that you were both about to fall from your chairs, working.

You always worked.

You out down your pencil, tapping his shoulder. When he looked at you, his eyes concerned, you mumbled something about him moving his leg so he could get up. He obliged, hesitantly, his sharp eyes watching after you while you left the room. When you came back with two bottles of water you found him still gazing at the door.

You laughed, "What is it? I'm sorry if I distracted you, I was going to get us some water."

"It's okay," he said, "thank you for the water."

"You're welcome."

You went back to work, in the same position you were normally in, your own scribbling was very evident, as it echoed off the walls, but his pencil seemed to stop moving. He had it in his hand and he was staring at it.

Not long after you sat down, he forced his pencil down, making you jump.

Your head snapped to his, "What's wrong?"

"Why haven't you ever said that you love me?"

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "What do you mean-"

"I mean that I love you. I really do, and I tell the boys that all the time, and I've been dying to say something to you, but I wanted you to say something first. But I asked the girls, and they said that you barely even talk about me."

You were flabbergasted, your face red with embarrassment. "I love you, I do!"

"Then why don't you ever say it?"

"I'm awkward and shy! I don't say it to the girls because it's none of their business, I tell them every now and then but they know I wouldn't want you hearing it from them anyways! And besides, isn't our relationship far beyond the words? Because I love you, Woo Jiho, don't ever forget it."

He reached out for you'd grabbing ahold of your shoulder and pushing you against him, as he hugged you closely.

"I love you more."