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salt and pepper ; yoon jeonghan

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis
your partner's favourite way to show his love to you is in small, affectionate gestures.
┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags
fluff / idol!jeonghan / established relationship / sweetie hannie / i have no warnings i love him
┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing
jeonghan x afab!reader
┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c
1.3k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author's note
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Yoon Jeonghan had always been affectionate in his own way. For as long as you remembered, your relationship was almost a backwards and forwards prank battle between the two of you. Your partner was highly mischievous after all, even his group members had given you the warnings while you was in the talking stage together. Perhaps others would have struggled to cope with these things in their own relationship but it seemed to have solidified yours with Jeonghan. You wouldn't have changed it for the world.

Between him replacing your stash of Ferrero Rocher chocolates with brussel sprouts and wrapping them up again, or that time where he replaced your fantastic pure white cotton bathmat with a similar bathmat - you would have never guessed he'd even changed it - but it changed colour when wet - you felt your soul leave your body that day -, you undeniably loved him. Jeonghan had his own ways to show he loved you - most of the time he had to conjure them up to apologise for his pranks.

They were small, yet affectionate and soft. They were appreciated, regardless of how big nor small.

-

"Is there something on my face?" You mumbled as you finally had enough of your boyfriend's pressuring stare. Jeonghan chuckled softly, shaking his head as he stopped playing with the straw in his milkshake. The two of you had decided to come to your favourite dessert place near your shared house before Jeonghan's schedule got packed with promotions.

"I was just looking at your hands." He admitted, taking a sip of the berry flavoured drink before him. You scoffed, laughing a little.

"Couldn't make it sound any weirder, sweetheart," you mused, leaning across to wipe some whipped cream from the corner of his lips with your thumb, "what about them?"

"Well," Jeonghan took your hand before you could place it back at your side, pressing his hand against yours, "just the size difference, you know?"

There was a silence, the two of you taking a moment to admire one of the smallest features a person could notice - or at least that's what you had thought. Jeonghan gazed at the way your fingers barely reached the tip of his, his palm swallowing yours whole. How dainty and gentle you appeared compared to him. A smile cracked at his lips.

"Only you could notice these things." The heat rose to your cheeks like a waterfall when Jeonghan interlaced your fingers with his, finished with his admiration of your difference in hand sizes. He hummed, shrugging lightly.

"Perhaps I am but every day I find new things about you I adore, even after all these years."

-

The heel of his shoe tapped against the tiled floor of the studio's tiled flooring that adorned the dressing room. Seventeen mumbled and conversed amongst themselves but Jeonghan appeared in the state of a nervous, jittering mess in the corner. You'd attended today since you'd had a day free of work but in the process of leaving your boyfriend to grab him a drink, he'd unravelled like a ball of yarn.

You could see it from a mile away as you pushed open the door to the dressing room with your hip, two flimsy plastic cups of water in your hands as you laid sights on your boyfriend. His eyes glittered and shone as he found you - his calm and his reassurance. You took no time manoeuvring through the long legs of Seventeen - despite Joshua moving his like the gentleman he was, with the goal set in mind to stop that darn bouncing leg of Jeonghan's before it ached and he hadn't even gone onto stage yet.

"Hey," you sighed, planting a kiss gently on his head, trying your hardest not to mess up his styled hair as you passed him one of the cups in your hands, "breathe."

Jeonghan made a soft noise, sipping at the refreshing liquid that hydrated his sore throat. Slowly, one of his clammy hands reached for your spare hand as you checked the time on the clock by the door. His fingers held yours, not wanting to suffocate you in the sweat and heat of his hand.

You watched as he lost track of himself, fiddling with your fingers and the rings you'd chosen to wear to this event. His eyes softened, his fingertips brushing over your chipped painted nails that you'd scheduled mentally to repaint again that night. In the moment, you wish you could have engulfed him in a hug and brought him into your tummy but alas, you didn't want to feel the anger of his stylists so soon to his appearance on camera. Yet in the midst of his quiet actions and dawdling with your fingers, you hadn't missed that his leg had stopped bouncing.

-

It was rare you appeared in the public eye of the tabloids and media, let alone with Jeonghan and even more rarely with Seventeen too. Today was different, as you yet again tagged along to their promotional schedule. In the summer heat, you'd chosen to wear a pastel yellow summer dress with some sandals. Approaching the steps leading into the desired building, you caught Jeonghan taking his jacket off.

You opened your mouth to speak but regarded it as him being hot in the sun's glaring beam as you closed your mouth once more. Now was not the time for small talk, you thought as you began to step up to the front door, following Seungcheol as he lead you like a fatherly figure. Fabric brushed against your bare legs, your gaze falling down to see the colouring of Jeonghan's jacket covering the back of your legs. It disappeared when you reached the door.

After his group had finished posing for photos outside of the building, they gathered to you in the air-conditioned building, sighing in harmonious relief. Jeonghan had returned his jacket to his shoulders, a warm smile colouring his face as he placed a kiss to your slightly sticky forehead.

"Your dress is short," he mumbled softly to you as he took your hand, holding you close, "the media can be disgusting."

Your heart swelled as you looked up at him, admiring the side profile of your profile as he looked forward, following his members.

"Thank you." You whispered, feeling his hand squeeze yours in reassurance. You could always count on him to take care of you in the simplest of ways, even if it included censoring your outfit.

-

Despite all the pranks and mischievous ways of Yoon Jeonghan, you somehow trusted him enough to let him cook dinner with you. Usually he behaved, helping you chop vegetables or pass you items you needed. On this fateful day of cooking with him, you were standing over the stove, circling a spoon consistently within a boiling pan to stop it from boiling over - rendering you stuck to it in terms of moving around the kitchen.

Jeonghan glued himself to the kitchen sink, washing up every utensil and bowl you passed his way so that you could stay on top of the dishes. He recognised you worked hard to make the dinner and therefore on this day he wanted you to relax after eating, with no mountains of dirtied dishes to tackle. Humming to yourself, you glanced at him out of the corner of your eyes.

"Hannie," you called, listening to him make a sound in acknowledgement from where he was drying his hands, "can you pass me the salt and pepper?"

He disappeared from your peripheral, leaving you to wonder whether he was actually fetching the ingredients you required. After moments of not even hearing his clothes rustle and definitely no salt and pepper, you twisted your body to look for your troublesome boyfriend, your wrist beginning to ache from stirring the pot. Someone blocked the kitchen light towering over you with his height, you caught the grin your boyfriend wore.

"Pepper?" He asked smugly as you quirked a brow, your boyfriend leaning down and beginning to pepper light, gentle kisses across your face, leaving no room for you to speak nor contest as you scrunched up your face, resorting to nothing but a giggly mess at the expense of Yoon Jeonghan.