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‘she wasn’t my Valentine’s’
-a Treasure imagine / x reader
Genre: romance, comfort, fluff, Valentine’s date
Fandom: Treasure (kpop bg)
Pairings: Jihoon x gender neutral!reader
Warnings: mentions of thr*wing up otherwise nothing too suggestive
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The last thing Jihoon expected was to get broken up less than twenty-four hours before Valentine’s. His eight months long relationship wasn’t flawless, actually it was far from it, but a day before the fourteenth? That was cruel.
He’d gotten broken up with before Valentine’s multiple times before, but under twenty-four hours was a record.
The night was silent, too silent even, and the wind rustled through Jihoon’s soft locks as he was sitting on a bench at a park, his cheeks barely dry from the waterfall of tears he’d shed.
Wiping his flushed cheeks with the sleeve of his jacket, he let out a dry, sarcastic laugh. How could he be so stupid, so foolish to believe her words how she loved him more than anything?
He gritted his teeth as he swallowed the bitter feeling in his throat, and he leant his head backwards in despair. He felt lonely, betrayed, hurt — loads of emotions coursed through his body as he continued to sit on the bench.
He ignored the cold air seeping through the thin layer of his jacket causing his body to tremble, and he ignored how his fingers and toes were slowly going numb to the point he barely could feel them. He also ignored how dry his throat felt, and how his stomach desperately growled at him. He was hungry, but also felt so sick that he probably would’ve seen the food twice were he to eat something.
Clenching his hands into fists, he pushed himself up to his feet, and it felt like he was floating on the surface of a water body due to the funky cramping in his legs from sitting down for so long.
“Aish,” he muttered under his breath, his voice coming out raspy, and in a short breath. There was no way he was walking out of this encounter without at least a cold. But, he didn’t care at the moment. He just wanted to forget, or to go back to the very morning of the same day, so he could relive it, and try harder to fight for her. But, that wasn’t how life worked, and he knew it. He lost her indefinitely. She was no longer his.
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When he stumbled back into his apartment, it was almost two in the morning, and he had to control his movements and actions so he didn’t wake his two roommates up. The first of them had an early morning at work, so he could get out early to surprise his girl, and the other one also had some plans they refused to talk about.
Well, Jihoon had plans too, initially. Until the moment he didn’t anymore.
Somehow he made it to his room without too much fuss, and the moment he closed his bedroom door, he crashed to the cold hard floor, his eyes stuck at the ceiling that was flooded with darkness since it was the middle of the night.
He’d been single just for like six hours now, yet it felt like it’d been an eternity since he last held her in his arms. It was like she slipped between his fingers, like cotton candy when put into water — one moment he had her and the second, she was gone.
He didn’t know how long he’d been laying on the floor like that, motionless and lost in his own mind, but when he snapped back to reality, he finally managed to process the fact that he felt cold. He sat up, shivers running down his body in waves, and goosebumps formed on his skin. When he touched his forearm, his fingers were freezing cold, and he hissed quietly at the feeling. He was over the initial trance of the breakup, but it didn’t mean it hurt any less.
He clung to the fabric of the jacket he was still wearing, as if it helped him feel any warmer, and he sniffled softly into the silence of the dark room. He almost felt like the walls were threatening to close down on him, and he had to take short, but deep breaths to stop a panic attack from hitting him like a brick.
“You’re fine, Jihoon, gwaenchanha,” he murmured to himself, trying to persuade his mind, and work through the panic state on his own.
He was almost like a kitten at that moment, all curled up in his jacket, and he even looked freaked out like one. He was getting lost in his own emotions, it was just an overwhelming amount now that he was a little bit aware of more than just the fact she was gone.
The moment he felt a twist in his intestines, he bolted out of his room, straight to the bathroom, where he emptied out the content of his stomach. He was breathing heavily, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, and his throat burned with stomach acid. God, he was an absolute wreck.
“Jihoon?” A sleepy voice spoke up, causing Jihoon to freeze, his heart faltering, and chills crept down his spine. He didn’t wish for anyone to see him in such state as he was right now, and especially not you. His roommate.
“Are you okay?” you asked, your voice soft even despite the sleepiness that was heavy on your eyelids, and the slight raspiness in your tone, but your worry was unmistakable even to the broken boy on the floor of your shared bathroom.
“Y-yeah. Go back to sleep,” Jihoon muttered, facing away from you, and he was hiding his handsome face behind the curtains of his hair.
“Not until I make sure you’re alright. Do you feel sick? Are you running a fever? I can run you a bath, or get you something to calm your stomach down—”
“I appreciate it, but I’m fine,” Jihoon almost growled at you, catching you off guard for a second, but not enough to have you freeze in your tracks.
“Jihoon, please. Don’t shut me out.” You closed the bathroom door behind you as you sat down, not directly next to him, but keeping enough proximity between you two to respect his personal space.
He was still facing away from you, refusing to let you see his mess of a face, and he was keeping you at the doorstep, not letting you in. Locking you away, while keeping you hanging.
You didn’t push, you didn’t say anything, you just let him take a moment over the toilet bowl, like it was his best friend right now.
After a while, he took a deep breath, and spoke in a quiet voice. “You’re really not leaving, are you?”
A soft chuckle escaped your parted lips. “No. Whether you like it or not, I care about you. And right now, I worry. You don’t have to talk if you’re not ready, but at least let me take care of you, you dumbass.”
Jihoon let out a whine, he was still too stubborn to let you see his messy face, but when you just gave him patient silence, as if to give him time and comfort, he understood that there was no judgement from your side in any shape or form.
It took another moment until he slowly turned around to look at you, and you finally could see what a mess his pretty face was. Bloodshot eyes, pink nose and cheeks, his lips puffy and cracked at multiple spots.
You cupped his cheek, in a very gentle way, and the pad of your thumb caressed his pinkish skin. “You might be a mess, but you’re still just as beautiful, you know that?” you asked, your voice quiet and soft, after all you didn’t wish to spook him out.
His cheeks flushed even darker shade of red, and you couldn’t tell if it was due to your compliment or because he felt too embarrassed.
You let go of his face, but you stayed close by this time when he let you.
“It happened again,” he murmured, wiping the corner of his eye where a singular little tear had formed. You noticed that little detail, but you didn’t point it out.
You put two and two together of what he meant, yet you still asked him what he meant.
“She dumped me, dude. Like just.. dropped me out of nowhere. After months that I finally believed the thought that life gave me another chance at finding love.”
You didn’t wait for anything else, you pulled him into a tight hug, knowing your warmth would be welcoming to him right now, and he leant his head on your shoulder, almost automatically.
You caressed his hair, and let him use you as his support. Anything he needed, you were there to offer, and you weren’t going anywhere.
“Screw her, honestly. She doesn’t realise what she lost. But don’t worry, she’ll realise it one day and by the time she does, it’ll be too late, because you’ll be happier off her.”
You knew it was nearly impossible for Jihoon to believe your words right now, but you also knew that’d change overtime.
“I’m done trying to make shit work if it’s not worth the effort and momentary happiness. I hate that stupid commercial holiday, they can shove it up their a—”
You put your finger over his lips.
“Calm down, Hoonie. I know how important Valentine is to you, no matter how foul you try to speak of it out of hurt. How many times you were ditched not long before the fourteenth, and finally when you were gaining the hope back to have your date..” You took his hand into yours, slipping your fingers to interlock with his long digits. “I’m taking you out on a Valentine’s date, and I don’t take no for an answer.”
He bit his bottom lip, and slowly let out a sigh in defeat. “Yeah, fine.. okay.”
He didn’t smile, but he let his guard down, just a little, a tiny miniscule bit, and that was more than enough to you right now. It was exactly the progress you needed.
You ended up scrambling him off the ground, and after helping him rinse his mouth, and brush his teeth, you escorted him to the bed.
You wrapped your arms protectively around him as you spooned him, letting him slowly drift off to sleep in your arms, as if it was the safe place, the safehaven, he needed at the moment.
You knew you were a comfortable person for him, you were the first one, and often the only one he came to when he felt any kind of emotion, positive or negative, and you were the one he fully trusted, even with things he wouldn’t trust anyone else, not even his partner if he currently had one.
And right now, he was soundly sleeping in your arms, like an angel, and it clenched your heart to see how troubled he was when awake compared to this peaceful and unbothered state.
You didn’t let go, and as you were falling asleep as well, you pressed a kiss on the top of his head. “If only you knew how much you mean to me,” you whispered, and then sunk into the dreamland.
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The morning rolled around, and you didn’t have the heart to wake him up. He looked so comfortable snuggled into the crook of your neck this time, his breath tickling your skin, but not in an uncomfortable way, rather it was content, it felt like home.
You watched him, he truly looked so angelic, and you couldn’t help but fall for him even harder.
How much he’d been searching for love, yet the one for him was always right there, right under his nose. He’d been blind, but this time, you were done waiting for a miracle. You planned on actively making him see.
Your fingers brushed through the dyed strands of his jet black hair, just softly playing with them, while trying to make sure you didn’t wake him up. He needed his rest, and to you, this was already a well-spent first point of the Valentine’s date — a nap with him.
After a short moment, you untangled yourself from his grip, exchanging your body with a pillow, and after leaving a soft kiss against his forehead, you got up, and headed for the kitchen, closing his bedroom door after you.
The other roommate you shared had already gone to work, and you could easily imagine him so excited to get off for the day to go see his girl.
With a shake of your head, you finally entered the kitchen, and you headed towards the counter to pick up the shared cookbook.
You opened it on the recipe you wanted to make — heart-shaped waffles with cream, black currant jam and berries. You picked blueberries, simply because it reminded you of that one time you called Jihoon a blueberry when he once had blue hair.
It took you nearly an hour to put the meal together including cleaning the kitchen (mostly), and then you prepared the table, serving the meal for the two of you. The smell of it must’ve woken up the sleeping prince, because he soon appeared at the doorstep, rubbing his eyes due to sleepiness.
“Hmm, smells good,” he murmured, and stretched out his muscles with a yawn.
You smiled. “Good morning, sleeping beauty,” you said, and watched a grimace form on his face.
“What is the breakfast menu?” he asked, choosing to ignore the nickname you used for him for your both’s sakes.
“Valentine’s waffles,” you replied, and the smile still wasn’t leaving your face.
He whistled, and then slipped into an empty chair. “They look amazing. You.. you didn’t have to, you know that?”
You shook your head. “I absolutely did have to. You deserve a treat, so get as many as you’d like.”
You couldn’t miss the faint blush spread on his cheeks as he leant to move some of the waffles over to his plate to decorate and dig into.
You also picked two, you couldn’t have more because it was so sugary that only the boy in front of you could surpass the amount of sweetness.
You ate mostly in silence, with just a few remarks of how tasty and amazing the waffles were from his side, and you felt a feeling of pride bubbling in you upon hearing so many compliments on your cooking that was usually so average that you could follow a recipe just fine.
After finishing, he insisted to wash the few dishes, and you couldn’t resist his charms, so you let him. After all you’d already washed a lot yourself from the preparation of the meal.
“What’s the plan?” he asked you after finishing the dishes, and you smiled, getting up from the chair.
“I was thinking we first could go bowling, or visit a café. I am definitely considering taking a walk somewhere in the outskirts for some peace and quiet, and then end the day with a dinner. It’s not super fancy, but..” You scratched the nape of your neck.
“It sounds.. perfect. Don’t worry too much,” Jihoon replied, cracking a small smile, and boy was it contagious. The corners of your lips curled upward, and didn’t want to go back down.
You both went to get ready to your own rooms, and once you met up at the living room after, you froze in your tracks. The way his hair was styled half-messy half-neat, a light makeup applied on his face, and the relatively casual outfit that still screamed 'I’m on a date’ almost left you breathless. He looked absolutely stunning in that leather jacket and a black pair of jeans, and it left you utterly speechless.
You quickly cleared your throat. “You look gorgeous,” you couldn’t help but say, and despite not realising it himself, but your compliments kept doing things to him. His small reactions were so adorable that you just wished to see more of them — you were greedy and mischievous, but it was definitely better than seeing him sink in the sea of grief and pain from the breakup.
You grabbed his hand, and you headed out together. The bowling alley was at the back of the mall, so you had to take a bus together, but neither of you was complaining. It was Valentine’s, the one day nobody who had a date held the PDA back, but you still didn’t take his hand in the public. Yet, you stayed close to him, in a way that your thigh was slightly touching his, as if to silently say that you were there. Small gesture, but significant.
When you arrived at the mall, you watched Jihoon light up like a star whenever he saw something interesting as you were passing the display windows of the stores around you, and how could you resist his excitement.. Well, you ended up buying him a set of Lego flowers to build together later when you return to your apartment.
The way he hugged the box as if it was the best gift he’d ever received.. it warmed your heart, and almost made it skip a beat. The small details like how happy he was just from such a small gesture.. appreciating every aspect without needing much.. you couldn’t help just keep falling harder and harder for this guy.
His ex clearly couldn’t appreciate anything he did, while she couldn’t do even the bare minimum herself. And now that you did what to you was the bare minimum, he was over the moon. He’d been mistreated for so long by his former partners, that now you were determined to take care of him, and make him happier than he’d ever been.
The two of you made it to the bowling alley, and of course you paid for the both of you.. he wanted to beat you to it, but you didn’t let him, insisting today was your treat. He didn’t know whether to feel happy or offended, but he decided to let you have your way, after all you were the one to invite him for the date.
You locked your belongings in one of the lockers, and then wore the proprietary shoes you borrowed from the front desk.
Together you walked towards your lane, starting your booked two-hour session.
At the start you were in the lead, by a lot actually, but you unnoticeably let him have a few rounds, just to see that pretty smile of his. This day was about him more than anything else, and you wanted him to be happy and content in the first place. You were secondary in this case.
“Hey, look! I’m almost caught up to you!” he exclaimed, as enthusiastically as ever, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.
“We’ll see if you can.” You winked at him, and for a moment you thought he froze for a second there.
You got a little competitive which he reacted to with an equal amount of competitiveness, ending up in a tremendous loss for him.
He was sulking like a little child when the two hours passed, but you didn’t let it go. “Come on, Hoonie. I won fair and square.” You approached him from behind, and tickled his sides, causing him to squirm under your fidgety fingers.
“Hey!” he yelped in a squeaky voice, and gave you a playful shove.
You chuckled. “Don’t be sulky, would you rather if I went easy on you and let you win because I felt bad for you?”
The truth was, you still went relatively easy on him, you didn’t show all your potential, but he didn’t need to know that.
“You’re right, ahh. You’re horrible.” He punched your shoulder lightly, making you chuckle, and ruffle his hair, which you knew he hated, yet still let you specifically do it any time you wanted. He wouldn’t let anyone else, though.
You got a smaller lunch at the mall to fill your stomachs before you headed to the outskirts of Seoul to take a walk around the lake there since it was a pretty romantic spot, and you wanted to spoil your boy today.
You took a long walk, and after talking about anything and everything, he slowly ended opening up about his thoughts and feelings in a way he hadn’t for years.
He even cried, ruining his makeup but neither of you cared, you just held him and let him relieve his emotions.
At a bench near the lake, you watched the colours of the sunset together, his head on your shoulder, the fingers of your hands firmly interlocked and resting together on top of your thigh. You both were the happiest you’ve been in a long time, and in his case it was funny taken the fact he went through a breakup just yesterday.
“Thank you..” he murmured out of a sudden, cutting into the silence and lifting his head to look over at you.
“For what, angel?” The nickname slipped off your tongue, and when you realised what you said, your eyes widened.
But his reaction? The way his cheeks flushed crimson red, and the unmistakable sparkles that glowed in his eyes? You’d never seen anything more beautiful than that.
“Call me that again,” he whispered, under his breath so it was so quiet that it barely reached your ears just because it was you two alone in the middle of nowhere.
“Angel, sweetheart, darling.” You were trying your luck, but his reactions kept melting your heart, and had butterflies erupting in your stomach.
“I’m never this shy, but around you? You make me extremely flustered and melt with just existing around me,” he murmured truthfully, making you chuckle softly.
“Is that a complaint? I can stop—” He knew you weren’t serious with the second half of your sentence.
“No!” He grabbed your jacket, almost as if trying to make sure you weren’t going anywhere.
“Don’t worry.” You smiled warmly at him. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay. Here with you.”
He nodded and visibly let out a soundless sigh in relief. He was so dangerous to your heart that it was driving you crazy.
“Are you hungry?” You asked him after a few more cute moments shared between the two of you.
“A little,” he admitted.
“I booked a reservation at a restaurant like a week ago. I booked a table for two even though I expected to go alone.. but.. I want to take you. I want to have a dinner with you.”
He looked like a deer in headlights at that moment after you said that. You want a dinner with him.
“You sure? I don’t wanna impose—”
You placed your index finger over his lips. “Shh. I wanna go with you, and no protests.”
He just nodded, a little in defeat, but also because all your actions since the previous night until now touched him and his heart more than anything any of his exes ever did.
Hand in hand, you walked back to the bus stop, and after returning to the busy city, you entered the restaurant soon after. It was packed, just as you expected on a Valentine’s night, but you had the reservations.
You, like a gentleman, opened the door for him, and pushed the chair for him to sit.
You made sure the attention was on him the whole duration of the dinner, spoiling him like he was the only one in the whole world to you. You made him feel like on a cloud nine, a way that had him feel seen. Seen in all the ways he wished to be seen for so long.
Because of you he finally experienced Valentine’s, and it was better than anything he could ever imagine.
You didn’t care whether you’d end up being a rebound to him or not, all you knew was that you wanted to show him that love didn’t have to be cruel and painful, rather show how beautiful it could really be if both sides put the effort in it. Well, effort. To you, as long as Jihoon stayed by your side that would be enough to you even if he didn’t move a finger. You just needed him, and that was it.
After dinner, of course paid by you again, you both slowly returned to your shared apartment, and since neither of you seemed like you wanted the night to end just yet, you ended up building the flower Lego set together on the small round carpet in the living room.
He did most of the construction work, while you just sorted the bricks for him to build from, while keeping close to him.
This moment felt so domestic, almost like you’d been a couple for years and you decided to do something relaxing and romantic, and it made you feel happy, content, home.
You never wanted to lose this feeling.
“Darling?”
Your heart almost fainted upon hearing the sweet tone of Jihoon’s voice.
“Mhm?” You smiled, maybe too widely.
“This was the best Valentine’s date I could ever wish for.. actually, scrap that. This was the best date I could ever wish for. Thank you for today, it’s really special to me. You're very special to me.”
His hand cupped your cheek, his fingers splaying on it like he just wanted to feel as much of your skin as possible, and that made your heart flutter.
“You’re welcome, Hoonie. You deserved it, and so much more. You’ve been through a lot, and this is just a splinter of the world that is owed to you. And I wish I could give it all to you.”
He smiled. Not the half-tugs of his lips he’d given you throughout the day, this was a genuine, unfiltered smile, and if you weren’t sitting, your legs would have absolutely given out at that moment. Knees weak, heart full.
“I’ve been blind. I was searching for love elsewhere, but this whole time it’s been right in front of me. But I’m not blind anymore. I see you, and I see the way today with you felt. I might not be ready just yet, but.. I want to know where this.. us leads to. I want to try with you. No matter how rocky the road will be.”
A few tears escaped your eyes at the emotional speech he gave you, and the droplets rolled down your cheeks, but his thumb that was still resting on the side of your face caught them all, wiping them gently away.
“So what do you say? Will you try with me? Will you have me?” he whispered, the promise hanging heavy in the air.
“Yes, Park Jihoon, I’ll try with you,” you replied, stretching out your pinky.
He wrapped his pinky around yours. “I’m happy she wasn’t my Valentine’s in the end, because my real date is infinity times better.” He smirked, and you could practically smell his ego reeking off his expression at that statement.
You grinned. “That’s one way to put it.”
The two of you didn’t kiss that night. You snuggled, and watched a movie until you had to carry his sleeping arse from the couch to his bed because he crashed mid-movie, but you didn’t mind. You were willing to take it as slow as he needed, because you really wanted to make it right. You didn’t only want to be his best Valentine’s, you also wanted to be his everything. Even though, in a twisted way of things, you already were.
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