#jun comfort

[dokries]

rain cloud

pairing: wen junhui (jun) x gender neutral reader

genre: comfort, established relationship

word count: 734

warnings: mentions of food, ice cream is spilled…, reader cries and is insecure, jun is clumsy but caring and just the one you need

author note: i need a jun. lots of love 🫶

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“hey, hey, are you alright?” jun grabs your forearm, twisting it slightly so he can look closely at it. “yikes, that’s a lot of ice cream you spilled on yourself.”

you groan at the feeling of the sweet treat flowing down your arm, and your boyfriend quickly puts his own cup on the bench the two of you are stopped by. he dabs the napkins he made sure to grab from the parlor in case something like this happened against your sticky skin, muttering about how cute you are under his breath. 

when jun feels water drop onto his head, he looks up, not expecting rain from the mostly clear night sky he saw when he walked to the ice cream shop with you earlier—and he’s right; there’s not a cloud in sight…however, you do the job of a rain cloud with the way your tears drip down your cheeks.

his eyes widen in concern, and he immediately takes your cup to put it down next to his and hugs you gently, and you sob even harder, calling his name. 

he doesn’t know why you’re crying, but he sure as hell is going to stick by you even if you don’t want him to be there—but he thinks you do because of the way you’re clinging onto his hoodie, head fitting into the curve of his shoulder perfectly as always.

“junnie…” you say through sniffles, calming down a bit. he starts to pull back to take a good look at you but you stop him by hiding his face in his chest, already embarrassed enough. “i’m sorry.”

your boyfriend frowns at your words, wrapping his arms around you once again loosely. “what do you mean? you don’t need to apologize or feeling the way you are right now, or in general.” 

though you don’t see, his ears turn red and his voice soft as he whispers, “you know i love you no matter what, right?”

you nod, moving away from the imprint of your face on jun’s hoodie—one you got for him the other day.

“i love you too, junnie,” you say, starting to wipe the leftover tears on your face before jun takes over for you, tilting your head up to meet his warm smile. 

“we can talk about what just happened when we get home but for now, let’s finish that ice cream, hm?” he says, grabbing your cup and holding the spoon out to your mouth.

you don’t notice his efforts, and continue to stare sadly at jun’s now damp hoodie. you’ve been dating for a while, so by now he already knows you’ll continue to apologize for “ruining” it for a while, and he hopes you know that he’ll say it’s alright as many times as you need to believe it.  

your boyfriend sighs, making airplane noises as he moves his hand closer to your frown, and you eventually open your mouth with a soft smile at his silliness.

“there we go!” jun grins, and wipes the leftover food off of your face before grabbing your hand, balancing the ice cream cups he picked up earlier in his other. “let’s go home?”

you nod, afraid your voice will crack if you speak and jun squeezes your hand right as he loses grip on one of the paper cups in his other hand, which falls down with a plop.

your boyfriend’s jaw falls, and he turns his head to look at you slowly. when he sees the same expression on your face, you both start giggling…and the other cup goes down to join its companion—just like how jun will always follow you, wherever you want to go. 

you both pause before making eye contact again, and start to laugh as your boyfriend pouts, looking down at the poor ice cream. eventually, he starts to giggle too, and you both clean up your mess quickly before making your journey back home.

jun swings your intertwined hands as you walk, still pouting—though now, it’s more to make sure you don’t start crying again more than anything. 

“i was really looking forward to that ice cream…” he mumbles, looking at you from the side of his eye before smiling when you grin at him.

well, your happiness is more important than the fullness of his wallet anyway, right? he can deal with wasted ice cream, as long as he still has you beside him. 

[oasuji]

☁️ husband jun x reader

☁️ everything is fictional and should not be taken as reality or representations. mentions of food, unhealthy habits (if you squint?), endearments, horrible posture.

for event: words i needed to hear requested by anon

the scattered papers on the low dining table in your living room reflects your mental state like a mirror, jun steps into the living room holding a pot of ramen noodles with a hand towel. he placed the pot in front of you after finding a space where you did not have any of your papers on, “not now, i’m still doing work.” not even bothering to cast him a glance as you continued sorting through your papers.

he packs up the table gingerly, smoothing out any creases on the papers caused by your distress as much as he could and placing it on the floor next to the table. this action prompted your mini outburst as you were already stressed enough from all the work not being up to your standard — and your professor grading standards — “jun!” 

sitting up straight from your prior, prawn-like posture, you looked up at him posing like a disappointed mother with his hands on his hips and jutting one side out more. “you’re finally looking at me,” he raises an eyebrow at you and proceeds to push the pot closer to you, gesturing for you to start eating. “i don’t have time for this, jun.” 

upon your lack of endearment, his shoulders slumped forward and he let out a silent sigh. you would normally call him cute names, your tone further adding to the disappointment in his chest. but he pulls his shoulder back again, determined to get you to rest.

he picks up the fork from the table and sets it in your hand, “eat.”

you were gobbling down your ramen in anger, your hands were trembling and it hurt his heart to see you act this way. “what’s wrong, baobei?”

“nothing is going my way, the grades from the preliminary tests are not good, and i’m not good.” you swallowed down the last few strands of ramen and reached out for your papers. jun immediately stopped your fingers from touching the papers and holding your fingers gently as if you’d break if he held any tighter.

“baby, you’re doing more than enough, you hear me?” he caresses the pad of your thumb with his, “you’re enough.”

[kittyhuii]

╰┈➤ out of reach

pairings: idol!jun x gn!reader genre: angst, horror, possibly comfort??? warnings: reader is having a nightmare word count: 0.3k words

synopsis: it's that dream again, not even a dream, it was a nightmare. it's been haunting you for weeks, depriving you of your sleep, not letting you get a glimpse of your once soft and warm dreamland; but Jun was here, he was always here at times like these or so you thought.

You extend your arms, your fingers stretching to its limit trying to reach for Jun's hand. "Jun! P-please Jun!" you cry out, only for Jun to drift away even further into the darkness. "[name]!!!" he shouts out.

"[NAME]!!!"

You shoot awake from your slumber as you feel your chest heave unstable breaths. Looking to the other side of the bed, right, of course it's empty, you thought to yourself. "[name]??" you hear someone say from across the room, you turn your head to look in front of the bed only to be met with a shadowy figure lurking in the dark.

"Jun? Is that you?" you shuddered. With your right hand, you reach to the nightstand on your right trying to turn on the lamp. With a shaky breath, you pull the switch on and just as you did you felt your heart drop and you were at a loss for words, the only thing coming out of your mouth was a scream.

Again, you open your eyes to be met with the darkness enveloping your shared room, only this time you were actually alone. You sit up and hug your knees as you try to calm yourself down, but to no avail as you feel your tears well up in your eyes, only for them to fall a few moments later.

You were startled by a chime, only for it to come from your phone, "3:04am" the phone displays, dimly lighting up a part of your room. Grabbing your phone, you take a look at the flood of messages your boyfriend Jun has sent.

"Have u eaten?" ˢᵉⁿᵗ ⁷ ²⁹ᵖᵐ

"whadya have for dinner?" ˢᵉⁿᵗ ⁷:³⁰ᵖᵐ

"i miss u 😿" ˢᵉⁿᵗ ⁸ ⁴²ᵖᵐ

Just the usual texts he sends out while he's on tour with his group. Hesitantly, your finger hovers over the call button. After a few more seconds of thinking it through, you finally let your thoughts win as you tap on the call button.

It rung, and it rung, and it rung.

"Sorry, the person you are trying to call is not accepting calls at this time or is out of reach".

Putting your phone down on the nightstand, you pull your blankets closer to you as you again resort to hugging your knees, letting your tears fall as you silently cry.

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a/n: this so obviously has another part coming, but im still unsure whether or not i should continue it, let me know tho! kittyhuii out meow

[wqnwoos]

it’s early in the morning; the sky is still leaking vivid shades of orange and purple, and jun is still sleeping behind you.

you’re able to ignore the cold, when you step out onto the balcony. it’s only a slight breeze, caressing your bare shoulders and brushing through the distant trees.

“it’s pretty.”

jun’s voice doesn’t surprise you, even though you had been labouring under the delusion that he was still sleeping. instead, he comes up behind you, draping a blanket over your arms, and in doing that, settling himself against your back. arms around your middle, chin on your shoulder and lips pressed against your cheek in a quiet greeting.

“thanks,” you murmur, clutching onto the blanket.

he doesn’t respond to that, instead nosing into your neck — like a cat, you think fondly — and speaking with words that graze over your skin. “you’re up early.”

you lean back against him, echoing his previous words — “it’s pretty.”

you feel his chest rise with the anticipation of speaking, but before he can get there, you cut in: “if you say i’m prettier, i’m going back to bed. cheesy ass.”

that makes him giggle, nuzzling further into you. “i won’t say it,” he acquiesces, “but i’ll still think it.”

a comfortable silence settles then, stretching over who knows how long. time always seems to blur together when you’re with him. endless and fleeting all at once.

“i found it, you know,” you whisper, after that indefinite period of time. the sun’s brighter now, gorgeous hints of blue creeping across the sky.

jun doesn’t have to ask what it is. there’s only one it he can think of, and it lies inside a small, square box at the bottom of the laundry pile.

“fuck,” he groans defeatedly, pressing his face into the side of yours. “i’m so shit at hiding things, aren’t i?”

“kind of,” you agree, in a way that doesn’t quite reflect the bubbling happiness that stirs under your chest. “i didn’t look inside,” you add, threading a hand through his hair. “i thought i should give you at least one surprise.”

he turns you around then, gently by the shoulders, to kiss you. sweet and gentle, with his hands cupping your cheeks and head tilted to angle himself against your lips.

when you break away, you can’t help but succumb to the beam that threatens to break out over your face. you’re giddy with it — the promise of forever.

(the feeling doesn’t dissipate, even when jun does ask; one knee, in the kitchen at 3 in the morning, and you have to pretend to be surprised.)

an / me calling wen junhui bestie to conceal my very real romantic feelings for him

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[wqnwoos]

“i’ve decided,” you declare magnificently, throwing your bag to the side and kicking your shoes off. “to become a rock.”

jun, who’d been peacefully scrolling through funny cat tiktoks on the sofa before you’d burst through the front door, only blinks at you. a short moment passes.

“a rock?” he says finally, brows furrowed, but his arms open automatically, beckoning you towards him.

you fall into his embrace easily, curling up beside him and nodding into his shirt. “no work. no thoughts. no people. just rock.”

jun rubs a hand up and down your back soothingly; he’s understood your dramatics as what they really mean — a somewhat complicated code for i had the worst day ever, please just hold me. he leans forward after a moment, pressing a kiss to your aching temple, and humming against it. “i’d miss you,” he muses thoughtfully. “if you became a rock.”

“you could become one too,” you suggest, with eyes that droop and a voice that stumbles with exhaustion. “we could be rocks together.”

“sounds like a plan,” he murmurs against your hair, smiling fondly when you try to force your eyes open, raising your eyebrows to widen them. “you can sleep, baby,” he reassures. “i’ll wake you for dinner, yeah?”

that’s your cue to wriggle downward and rest your face in his lap, rubbing your eyes as you speak. “maybe we shouldn’t be rocks,” you yawn, eyes closing already. “i’d miss your food.”

again, your boyfriend smiles, patting your head. “we can be whatever you want,” he tells you softly. “just go to sleep.”

an / me if writing scenarios abt sleeping was illegal. n e wayz. wrote this because i had the longest day possible and was channelling my inner txt (i wanna be a rock!)

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[wqnwoos]

you’re painfully aware that all the tossing and turning you’re doing is getting you nowhere. but no matter what position you try, the fact remains — you can’t sleep.

jun, on the other hand, is resting peacefully on the other side of the bed.

so when the clock hits 3:23 in the morning, you give up; all the shifting under the sheets is getting you nowhere, and you really don’t want to wake jun up. so you slide carefully out of the bed and pad to the kitchen, squinting against the bright light.

it’s just as you’ve given up on the kitchen and are making yourself comfortable in the living room that your boyfriend appears in the doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. it takes him all of a few seconds to spot you on the couch and wrap himself around you, mumbling tiredly into your ear. “you left me.”

you lean your head against him. “i’m sorry. did i wake you when i got up?”

jun shakes his head from where he’s nuzzled into your neck. “no. the bed was cold without you.” he tightens his arms around your waist for emphasis, before questioning you sleepily. “what’s wrong? can’t sleep?”

“yeah,” you confess, turning so you can burrow into his chest and feel his heartbeat steady against your cheek. “i just feel… off. don’t know why.”

jun kisses your temple now, smoothing your hair. “that’s okay,” he murmurs. “i’ll hold you.”

“here? on the couch?”

“here. there. wherever you want.” he tucks you closer to him. “just close your eyes, okay?”

and maybe his warmth is all it takes to lull you into sleep. and maybe he really does intend on carrying you back to bed — but maybe he ends up falling asleep too, and maybe the two of you wake up entangled on the sofa the next morning. maybe.

an / entirely self indulgent AGAIN bc guess who can’t sleep!! it’s me!! anxiety is a bitch. love u all goodnight 💗