Woozi (이지훈):
“I hate you even more?”
synopsis: Jihoon decides to change and showcase more of his true feelings. You grow more hatred for him. After two weeks, the group runs out of food, and you and Jihoon fortunately get paired up to go to the stream, where an argument breaks out and he spills the fact that he likes you.
parts: 1 - “I hate you?” | 2 - “I hate you even more?”
genre: enemies to lovers trope, romance, angst(?)
warnings: profanity
characters: jihoon x reader, ft. 1996 liners
word count: 3,256
a/n: I don't know if I should make a third part?? I might but maybe not?? I plan to take a few weeks to a month off of writing to just get in more control over myself? I have been feeling a bit ‘out of it’ for the past few days so I want to just take things slow and take a break and not worry about writing. ^^ + soop today was so fun, especially the futsal!! and shua is the sweetest man I've ever known 🥺
“Let me help you with that.”
Immediately, you jerked back, bringing the tongs that you used to flip the meet with you as you turned away from Jihoon.
“No, I can do it by myself. Why are you getting so caught up in my business lately?” You said, looking at him angrily.
Everyone else was inside the cabin, playing some board games, and you were on grilling duty. Jihoon had lost a game and his punishment was to come out and help you with the cooking because the others wanted you two to get closer instead of being enemies.
It was not that dark outside and the sounds of nature were quite loud. Crickets were already chirping and the wind was blowing profusely, rustling the many trees in the forest.
You two were outside, in the grilling area that was located beside the wooden cabin. The ground was flat and dusty, an orange and brown color, and had no grass growing on it.
“I just don't want you to get hurt, you little idiot. Here, I'll cook the meat,” Again, Jihoon reached for the tongs. His body gradually got closer as his arm tried to approach the tongs that you were holding to the back of your body.
Suddenly, you pushed your hand that held the tongs onto his chest roughly, making his effort to get closer to you stop. Your eyes were fuming with anger and Jihoon could see that.
“Fine,” You said with an irritated tone. You could hear your own heartbeat pounding like a drum. “If you want to cook so much, do it yourself.”
