🎥Starring: Wen Junhui (Seventeen) x reader.
🎥Genre: Comedy. Suggestive (18+). Strangers to lovers.
🎥Length: 1k
🎥Warnings: Multiple sexual references. Misunderstanding but make it intentional because it’s Wen Junhui. One day I will write him as a serious person, today is not that day, my friends.
🎥Plot:
Picture this... You meet a handsome man at a bar, make out with said handsome man at said bar and then go home with him when he asks “You wanna see my wiener?” Turns out, that doesn’t mean what you think it does.
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A/N- I don’t even know what to say about this other than it’s @junkissed's fault.
This really is not what you had in mind when you followed the handsome man home from the bar, both dressed to seduce and lips already kiss bruised from when he pinned you against the edge of the bar and succeeded in knocking someone’s cocktail over both of you.
Now you’re in his apartment and sticky, but not in the way you want to be, and staring dumbly at the man as he rolls on the floor with his dog, who is jumping all over him, beyond excited to see his human.
Admittedly, it’s fucking adorable, but not what you thought was going to happen.
Arousal lingers under your skin from the way he had shoved a thigh between your own and grabbed your ass while his tongue slid against your own less than ten minutes ago. Though the lust in your veins is starting to deplete seeing the man let his dog slobber all over his face as they wriggle together.
You never thought you’d be jealous of a dog, but you had truly believed that you would be the one licking over his man and bouncing on top of him.
“Come, come!” He encourages and you bite back a grumble retorting that you thought you were going to, but apparently, he wants you to meet his dog, not his trouser snake.
Obligingly, because it is a cute dog, you move over and kneel at this side. You’re surprised that the animal immediately abandons his human to rush over and try to clamber all over you while attempting to lick your face. You tilt your head away slightly, so the dog doesn’t nail you in the mouth, but you give all the affection and love the little cutie deserves. Even if he’s a cockblock of the highest order.
“Oh, Kitty really likes you,” Junhui comments in awe as he sits up, round eyes stuck to you and his animal companion.
You look at the man dumbstruck. “You named your dog Kitty?” You baulk.
“Yeah.”
“What the fuck?” You whisper and suddenly wonder if you made a mistake in assuming this beautiful man to be a fully functioning human and not some kind of ethereal otherworldly being with no concept of human normality.
“Originally, I wanted to get a cat, and my friends knew so they kept asking ‘you got your kitty yet?’” he imitates his friends in a voice that you’re pretty sure is far too mocking to be accurate, but it makes his voice rougher and lower so you’re already thinking of things to ask about his friends in hopes he’ll keep mocking them. “And when I got Kitty, I couldn’t think of a name and my friends still didn’t know I got a dog, so they kept saying ‘when are we going to meet kitty?’ And so, it became his name.”
“Right, right, fascinating,” you mumble and pat Kitty a few more times before he bounces off to quench his thirst at his fancy little water fountain in the kitchen just out of your line of sight.
“So, do you wanna make out?” Junhui asks as he scoots along the laminate on his ass, very much like a dog, to get closer to you.
“You just made out with your dog.”
“Jealous?” He teases, comically wiggling his eyebrows and wagging his tongue in a way that, although is fucking ridiculous, he still looks unfairly attractive doing it. Damn him.
“Yes. Go brush your teeth and wash your face so I can have my turn,” you decide to be honest, and it pays off when Junhui’s face lights up with excitement before he jumps up and practically sprints down the short hallway.
Though he almost trips back into view a handful of moments later with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and toothpaste bubbling at his lips. “Gotta feed Kitty,” he garbles around foam and vibrating plastic as he rushes past you into the kitchen.
With nothing better to do, you lean against the counter to watch as Junhui plates up some food for his dog. It looks homemade and far better than your own meals, making you wonder if Junhui is accepting applications for a second pet. You could don some cat ears, a tail, and a little collar with a bell if it means you get home cooked meals on the daily. And get to sit on the man’s lap and lick his face.
Or maybe sit on his face, cats are known for that, right? That’d be great.
For now, you simply decide to bring up the words you’ve been wondering since stepping into his apartment after him. “When you asked me if I want to see your wiener, I didn’t think you meant a wiener dog.”
“Well, I didn’t know if you wanted to see my actual wiener! It’s a safeguard!” He defends and then makes a strange suctioning sound to prevent the toothpaste foam from dribbling everywhere.
You wonder if it says more about you or him that you’re still more than interested in defiling this man in ways that would make him write letters to your parents to thank them for birthing you in the first place. Which is probably very strange, but he seems like the type who would enthusiastically do so with glitter gel pens and stickers.
“Jun, you beautiful idiot, I was halfway to creaming myself on your thigh against the bar; I definitely want to see your wiener. And by that, I mean your penis.”
Junhui all but launches his still buzzing toothbrush into the kitchen sink, swallows the paste in his mouth and wipes his lower face on the back of his shirt sleeve all in the space of two seconds before practically materialising in front of you. “My penis would like to see you too.”
“Bedroom?”
Instead of answering, the man flings you over his shoulder and runs off down the hall with you safely in his grasp and a war cry leaving his lips.
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“stay still, i’m not done with you yet.” → junjunJunJUUUNIE yes thank you
To celebrate Jun's legendary butt tattoo that saved SVT from changing the name
Jun x Reader // WC: 0.3k // G: Crack, tattoo artist!Reader // TW: Needles (duh), proximity of Jun’s bare butt
“Stay still, I’m not done with you yet.”
You slapped your client’s thigh and he let out a high-pitched yelp, making you shake your head in disbelief.
“This is literally the littlest thing, can you stop squirming?” you drawled, and he let out a resigned whimper, finally laying flat and resigning his fate to you.
You could finally work in peace, and you only hoped that your client will remain as pliant as he was at the moment, because you really didn’t want to spend this close to his butt longer than absolutely necessary.
Not that it was a weird thing. You’ve done much worse. That was a part of your job. But you swore with every jerk of his body you feared he’s going to push that butt in your face, and that would be less than optimal. Especially if you accidentally put your tattoo gun where it doesn’t belong.
“So, what is this supposed to mean, hm?”
“It’s a band name” he replied, teeth clenched through pain.
You hummed.
“So you’re like, a musician?”
“I’m doing my best.”
“Why even get this tattoo? It’s not like you’re gonna show it to your fans when it’s in a place like this.”
“It’s a symbol.”
“That sounds like getting your girlfriend’s name tattooed, you know.”
“It’s different than that.”
“Sure, sure.”
It didn’t take long once he was finally calm, and eventually, the work had been finished, a neat “17” now permanently imprinted on the side of the man’s left butt cheek.
He watched it in the mirror, eyes shining in excitement at the work well done. Not that it was anything out of ordinary. Really, it was one of the easiest jobs possible, not counting the difficulty of the client himself.
“It looks great, thanks so much!” He smiled widely.
“Now let’s hope your company doesn’t change your band name to Eighteen or something” you joked lightheartedly.
ミ★ synopsis: it’s been four years since you last saw jun, and you made it a mission to block out all your memories with him. it worked, until you ran into him on your first day at university, finding out that he’s one of the four most sought after bachelors on campus.
ミ★ genre: slice of life!au, angst, fluff, humor, suggestive
pairing; no pairing unless you count a love between park junhee and his strawberry yogurt
genre; crack/comedy
notes/warnings; none just nonsense
word count; 980 and some change
A loud sigh falls from Junhee’s lips as he closes the door and drops the bag from his shoulder, before pushing it away from the door with his foot. There was plenty of work to be done inside of that bag, but it could wait. He had other plans, and the first course of action was waiting inside of the fridge of his shared apartment.
Shoes off, hood up, Junhee trudged through the hall grumbling to himself, before finally making it to the note covered fridge and opening it to hopefully find his prize after such an exhausting day. Eyes scanning the shelves only finding banana yogurt, Jun’s brows furrowed in slight panic, before closing the door and checking the note he had left this morning stating, “Do not touch my yogurt!”
Clearly someone in the apartment had not listened. He had even underlined it and signed it. Junhee thought he was a reasonable person. He was willing to share things, including his food, but this day had been particularly shitty. He had made one simple request, and it had been ignored.
Sniffing hard as he shoved his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, Jun glanced around the kitchen, only to feel himself become more irritated when he realized his yogurt thief had the gall to leave the foil top on the counter. Inspecting it closer, Jun's eyes narrowed, before looking around as if someone were standing right next to him. The yogurt was still cold. This thief had just committed their crime.
Normally he would brush something like this off and forgive and forget, but knowing he could catch them literally red handed? The idea was just too satisfying. Taking off out of the room with purpose, Junhee checked the living room, finding it empty, before beginning to open doors one by one without knocking. “Donghun hyung!”
Startled, the older man looked up from his desk, pushing headphones off his head with a confused expression on his face, no yogurt to be seen. Junhee furrowed his brows and simply held up a hand apologetically, knowing he’d have to explain himself later, but for now there were more rooms to check.
Stopping in front of the next room, Jun considers this one and knocks twice, before pushing the door open as Sehyoon makes a sound of acknowledgement. Glancing around his room before looking at him, Junhee knew his friend wasn’t his thief before he finally met his eyes.
“Can I help you?”
Shaking his head and frowning deeply in thought, the younger man steps out backwards without a word, leaving Sehyoon confused as Jun shuts the door.
Eyes on the end of the hall, only two rooms left, Jun followed the sound of conversation and laughter, pushing a door open to find the two youngest roommates and his strawberry yogurt in the hand of Byeongkwan, who took a bite as he met his eyes. “The betrayal I feel at this moment…is so real.”
Sitting on his bed, Chan found himself unable to hold back a laugh, but he quickly rubbed his lips together as Jun glared at him, before holding up a hand as he tried to defend himself.
“Hyung...there is still banana yogurt in the fridge.”
Disgust fell over Junhee’s features as his eyes met Byeongkwan’s as he licked his lips, savoring the last strawberry yogurt. “Banana? Banana. Chan-ssi, there is banana yogurt in the fridge, did you know? I’m going to kill you, Byeongkwan!”
Among the commotion hearing Byeongkwan’s squeal, Sehyoon and Donghun had made their way out of their rooms and into the doorway of the now crime scene to find both Jun and Byeongkwan wearing more of the yogurt than what had been eaten, along with a very disturbed Chan wailing as he tried to clean yogurt off his bedding. “Why did this have to happen in my room?!”
With Byeonkwan’s head wrapped in his arms, Jun glanced around the room to meet an amused Donghun as he scratched the back of his neck, raising his brow. “There is plenty of strawberry yogurt in the fridge, Junhee. It’s just in the drawer, I bought some this morning. You’re killing him for literally just my entertainment.”
Time freezing as Jun carefully unwrapped his legs and arms from around the younger man, he cleared his throat and smoothed Byeongkwan’s hair with a slight nod as he furrowed his brows hearing his friend’s laugh at his reaction. “I may have overreacted…”
Byeongkwan finally able to move, slid from the bed and into the floor close to Sehyoon for some protection as he wiped yogurt off his face as he tried to catch his breath. “You think?”
The moment the words left his mouth he could feel the glare from his older roommates, making him sigh. “And I might owe you an apology too. I shouldn’t have taken the yogurt, even if there was more. I didn’t know there was any left, and I took it. I’m sorry, Hyung. I’ll buy the yogurt next time.”
Having been characteristically quiet, a smirk on his face, Sehyoon watched Chan pout and try to clean his bedding, before finally sighing. “It’s settled, now you two help Chan clean up this mess and apologize to him.”
Grumbling Byeongkwan and Jun nodded their apologies, before getting to work as the two oldest shook their heads and walked out of the room.
“Why did you put the yogurt out of sight?”
Donghun glanced over to Sehyoon at his words, before turning back into his room, a smirk on his lips as he tried not to laugh. He found himself unable to contain a shrug and a shake of his head as he turned the knob walking in backwards. “Just to see what would happen.”
Sehyoon signed and shook his own head with a laugh, thinking how boring his life was before he met his roommates.
Nobody really knew why Junhui tried so hard to act tough at parties, but he did, and nobody could stop it. He was…something else. Embarrassing, definitely, but that, among other things.
At some point during the night when most of your friends were sufficiently drunk, people started passing around weed. That was typically the drug of choice at parties, which you didn’t mind because it was just marijuana; the worst it could do was make you feel out of it for a while.
Doyoung walked over to where you were sitting on the couch between Junhui and Wonwoo – Jun sipping a beer while Wonwoo was stoned off his ass. The dark-haired boy offered Junhui a bowl full of weed, and a lighter. You knew Jun enjoyed smoking at parties, but this time, he turned it down with a wave of his hand.
“No thanks, I only do hard drugs.” Jun told him.
You looked over at Jun with a look that clearly read, ‘what the fuck is wrong with you?’. Even Wonwoo sat up and looked around you at the boy in question.
Doyoung slowly pulled the bowl back. “What?”
“What?” Wonwoo repeated.
“Jun…” you sighed out of pity, shaking your head at the poor idiot.
“What?” Jun exclaimed, looking at you for an explanation. “Aren’t hard drugs cool?”
“Why-” you needed to pause to take a deep breath. “Why would that be cool, dude?”
“Hard drugs can kill you.” Doyoung replied.
Realizing he made himself look stupid instead of cool, Jun sighed deeply and leaned back into the couch, putting both hands over his face. “Good, end my suffering.”
pairing: junhao
genre: crack, camboys!au
a/n: for @opossuum who wanted minghao in all his twunky glory. the scenario is completely based off this video btw! and i’m sorry gjkdjkk
words: 375
summary: minghao is a twunk, junhui. get it right.
"ーthat's because I'm worried about all the other lives on this planet. It's called social responsibility!"
Junhui laughs, cutting off whatever else Minghao was about to say. "You killed my cactus, which is practically indestructible."
Minghao throws his arms out in frustration, still having no idea why Junhui is so hung up on his damn plant dying. "Just give me the damn account! Alright?"
The elder leans away, peering at Minghao with a shrewd look on his face before speaking again. "Everyone follows the account for me anyway, Minghao. I'm the pretty one."
Minghao fumes under the elder's gaze, wanting to interrupt but Junhui is already talking again, his tone more mocking than before.
"You're just the concept and face-tune guy."
"Oh! How dare you?" Minghao draws out the words, anger boiling in his veins.
"Do you actually think that there's a single person on this planet that doesn't know that you photoshop your dick to make it look bigger?" Junhui asks, his brow raised in question.
"Our dicks! Alright," Minghao explodes, stepping closer to the elder as he motions between their crotches. "I photoshop our dicks and I did it for us!"
"Mm," Junhui hums disapprovingly, shaking his head.
Minghao has had enough of the elder's attitude. He steps forward and scowls. "You wanna get deep? Huh? You wanna play dirty?"
"Alright," Minghao lets out, his face now inches away from Junhui's, the space between them somehow having diminished while Minghao spoke. "You're. Not. Masculine."
Junhui gasps dramatically, pulling away from Minghao as he throws his hands up, clearly offended. He turns his back on Minghao but before the younger can say more, he's turning back again, pushing his face into Minghao's and yelling, his voice shrill.
"You overrated, little twink!"
Minghao steps to the side, just as offended as he puts space between them. "Hey! I am a twunk, alright! That is a combination of twink and hunk."
But Junhui is already pulling away again, shaking his head once more as he struggles for words. Minghao glares at his back, still yelling about how much of a hot twunk he is.
Junhui cracks first, his giggles loud and bright and Minghao immediately deflates, joining in on the laughter.
ミ★ synopsis: in which you only have eyes for your best friend, but he sees everyone else.
ミ★ genre: best friends to lovers!au, angst, some fluff, some humor
ミ★ warnings: mentions of vomit and drinking
ミ★ word count: 3,897
ミ★ pairings: junhui x female reader
ミ★ notes: hi guys ! i actually scrapped this last night when i first wrote it, but i came back to it a few hours ago and actually finished it. this isn’t one of my favorites, but i think it turned out better than i originally thought it would. so as always, please give jun lots of love !! and i hope you guys like this one <3
“Aren’t you tired?” You turn your head to see Minghao staring at you with a pitiful expression on your face. Squinting, you respond, “Of what?”
“Of being lonely.” You scoff, turning away and going back to typing on your computer as Mingyu and Minghao lose their shit beside you on the couch. You don’t even know why you invited the two stooges to your house as you did homework, but alas.
you were lonely.
“I should’ve never invited you guys.” You mumble as you add the last few sentences to your essay. Mingyu giggles, walking over and wrapping an arm around you as his apology. While Minghao steps over and puts his face close to yours, giving you a big smile.
“Forgive us queen.”
“Fuck you.”
“Damn.” Mingyu mutters, raising a hand to his heart to feign offense. The corner of your lips tilts up at Mingyu’s reaction, and Minghao claps his hands. “She forgave us.”
“Aye, now I didn’t say all that-”
Minghao and Mingyu stop you as you turn around, hands raised in your direction. You stare boredly at the two as they give you a mischievous smile. “You forgave us, you can’t take it back.”
Letting out a sigh, you run a hand through your hair, grinning at your two friends who are now discussing who gets to choose what movie. Your ears perk up when you hear the sound of your door opening, and the three of you turn to see Jun walking in with the containers holding the fried chicken. He lets out a grin at the sight of you guys, and you quickly call him over so that you can begin devouring the food he brought.
The four of you have been friends since your first year at University. What started as a group project in your guys’ film course, became a three year long friendship that you all hope will last until you’re all old and wrinkly.
Jun quickly settles himself down beside you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in greeting, and you let out a soft smile. He gives you a grin, “Did you finish your essay?”
You nod your head, and he lets go of his hold on you to throw a thumbs up your way. You let out a laugh, and run a hand through your hair, before turning back towards the chicken.
Your guys’ friendship all began when the four of you got paired for that group project. However, you were attracted to Jun from the moment you laid eyes on him on the first day of class. When the four of you all got closer as friends, you decided to let go of trying to go after him. Especially when you found out how popular he is among the ladies and gentlemen at uni.
His popularity has only grown since freshman year, and he’s been with his fair share of different people. You claim to be over him, but it’s you simply just ignoring the warmth in your heart whenever he pulls you into a hug, or the pain whenever he introduces his new fling to you.
It’s your biggest secret that you’ve been harboring, and Minghao is the only one that knows. He wasn’t even supposed to know of your feelings for Jun, but he stumbled in on you crying on the floor after Jun left on a date with this one girl a few months back.
In your defense, you were incredibly stressed with midterms and seeing Jun go on a date with another girl that isn’t you, really set you off the edge from that stinky week in general. However, Minghao refuses to believe that you being stressed was the main cause for you crying over Jun going on a date.
So that’s why you ignore Minghao’s gaze when Jun hands you the crispy part of the chicken you always enjoy most. You turn and give Jun a smile, and he fondly knocks his head into yours. “It’s your favorite part, right?”
Nodding your head, you place it into your mouth, and Jun grins happily. He turns back towards his food, and takes a big bite of chicken as the four eat in a relative silence. Mingyu glances over at Jun, letting out a mischievous smile.
“How was your date?” You freeze slightly, and Minghao notices, his eyes trailing over to your rigid form. Jun chuckles, shrugging his shoulders as he wipes his hands on a napkin. Leaning back into the couch, he lets out a breath.
“It was good. She was actually more funny than I expected.” Jun explains briefly, and Mingyu nods his head. You stay quiet as you eat, knowing that if the two end up going on a second date, you’ll have to meet her in the near future.
“She kinda reminded me of you.” You pause, turning to see that Jun is staring at you with a fond smile on his face. You raise an eyebrow, pointing at yourself with the drumstick in hand, and Jun chuckles, nodding his head. “Yeah, you.”
“How?” Minghao asks, and you shoot him a glance. Minghao just waves you off with his hand, and you widen your eyes with more urgency, but he chooses to ignore you. Jun thinks to himself for a moment, before chuckling.
“Yn’s humor is really weird, you know. Remember the time she just laughed to herself about that video of a bird jumping off a building?” You snort at the memory, raising a hand to your mouth to try and hide your laugh as you remember the video. Jun turns to you with amusement painted over his features, and he points at you with his thumb, “See? She’s just giggling from the thought of it.”
“It was funny!”
“You sadist.”
“I am not a sadist!” You exclaim, and Mingyu purses his lips. He turns his head away and takes a sip of water, while Minghao takes a bite of chicken. You squint at the two, before turning to Jun and seeing him also avoiding eye contact with you. “I’m not!”
“Anyways…” Jun begins, and you roll your eyes. He chuckles and pats your head before continuing, “Aiya was kinda like yn, in a way. She laughed over silly things, and made good jokes, so the atmosphere was nice.”
Your mood drops slightly, and you turn away. Mingyu changes the subject by bringing up the time he saw you painting a meme of kermit on a canvas, and you laugh at the memory. Jun turns to glance at you when he hears your laugh, and he smiles softly at you.
Minghao bites the inside of his cheek, wondering when the two of you will finally realize that you’re a perfect match so that the pain on both sides will stop. He’s the middle ground, with him knowing that you love Jun, while also being able to tell that Jun is in love with you based on the fact that everyone he goes on dates with is so oddly similar to you. He just questions whether the two of you will be able to realize that fact.
And with that, Minghao smiles, holding up the remote to turn on the TV. “Well, let’s watch a movie.”
Your head is laid over a sleeping Mingyu’s lap as you drunkenly listen to Aiya and Jun laugh together. You open and close your eyes slowly, staring up at the colorful lights displayed on the ceiling. You begin to wonder how many shots of soju you had, but you’re unable to come up with an answer when you hear Jun’s angelic laugh across from you.
The music is loud and it hurts your head. You question how you were able to let the boys convince you to come to the party their friend Jungkook is throwing. However, the answer is simple. Jun gave you that smile of his and outstretched his hand towards you, telling you that he wants you to meet Aiya tonight. You wanted to decline the invite and stay home, maybe have a self care night as you knew you were going to simply have an aneurysm at the thought of Aiya and Jun. The thing is that you can’t ever say no to Jun, so that’s how you’re here now.
At a party you don’t want to be at.
With Jun and his potential new girlfriend sitting right across from you as you try to sleep on Mingyu’s lap because you couldn’t walk straight anymore. You were originally going to get another shot of soju, but Minghao threw you over his shoulder and brought you back to their group, laying you down on the already passed out Mingyu’s lap so that you can just go to sleep instead. It’s not working though, because every few seconds you hear Aiya’s giggle and Jun’s laughter.
And you hate it.
Aiya’s a nice girl, and you think she’s incredibly beautiful. You don’t blame Jun for wanting to date her, you would’ve gone for her too if you weren’t so hung up over Jun. You’re sure that the two of you would’ve gotten along, but the pain from seeing her and Jun was too apparent that it made it hard for you to try and initiate any close friendship. You don’t think she minds though, as she’s been attached to Jun’s arm the whole time.
Minghao glances down at you, and he finds you wordlessly staring up at the ceiling. He purses his lips, turning to look at Jun to see him having a pleasant conversation with Aiya. Not even noticing the state that you’re in, let alone care. So Minghao stands up from the couch and bends down beside you, resting a hand on your shoulder. You turn to glance at Minghao, and you see the sad smile on his face.
“Wanna go home?” He asks you, and you nod your head. He helps you sit up from the couch, but you move too fast, and you feel the alcohol coming back up. Minghao’s eyes widen at the lack of color to your face, “Wait yn-”
You vomit over his shoes, which leads to a chorus of screams from Minghao, and Mingyu waking up to the sound of said screams. Next thing you know, you’re being carried by Jun into the bathroom, and he’s setting you down on the counter.
“I hope Hao doesn’t hate me.” You mumble as Jun wets a paper towel from under the sink. He lets out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “Hao could never hate you.”
He begins wiping the area around your mouth, making sure to get rid of all the traces of alcohol. You stare into his eyes as he concentrates on cleaning you up, finding them to be his most beautiful feature even through your drunken haze. Jun feels your intense stare, and he glances up into your eyes, feeling his heart rate quicken slightly. He keeps eye contact with you for a moment, and you wonder if he knows.
does he know how much i love him? how could he not after all this time?
Jun looks away first, coughing into his shoulder. He grabs the mouthwash from the cabinet, pouring out a bit into the cap and handing it to you with a soft smile. “Let’s gargle some mouthwash, okay?”
After you’re sure that you no longer smell of vomit, the two of you step out of the bathroom. You’re about to walk down the stairs when you see doors leading to a balcony down the hallway, so you turn the opposite direction and head towards it. Jun raises an eyebrow, following after you.
“Yn, where are you going?”
“Fresh air.”
“You can get fresh air when we head to Minghao’s car. Come on, I’m taking you home.” Jun states, reaching out to grasp your wrist, but you pull your arm out of his grip. Jun’s slightly taken aback, not used to you reacting like that before. However, he blames it on you being under the influence. You open the doors to the balcony and walk up to the ledge, resting your hands on it as you stare up at the stars.
Jun walks up beside you, turning to glance down at you as you close your eyes. He lets out a breath, seeing how the moonlight illuminates your features. You open your eyes, and Jun frowns when he sees tears fall down your cheeks. He reaches out and grasps your face with both hands, turning you towards him. “What’s wrong?”
You swat his hands away, but Jun refuses to let go. The tears continue to stream past your face, and Jun grows more concerned by the minute. “Yn?”
You close your eyes and push Jun away, and he feels a sense of shock hit him. You’ve never been so physical with Jun, and he’s confused as to why you’re pushing him away now. You glance up at the sky, and at this moment, you wonder if the stars are laughing at your fate. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” You mutter, and Jun tilts his head to the side because he knows when you lie. The two of you are best friends, you know each other's mannerisms now.
“Why are you lying to me?”
“I’m not.”
“Yn, you’re lying.” Jun states, and you look away. You stare down at the ground over the ledge, watching the sprinklers turn on and begin watering the grass. Jun bites the inside of his cheek, attempting to reach out to you, but you step away.
“Yn. What did I do wrong-”
“I love you.” You confess, and the words die in Jun’s throat at your confession.
“I’ve loved you for years, and it hurts to know that you’ll never love me back. It hurts so fucking bad whenever you introduce me to your new fling and I have to put on a fake smile.” You explain, and Jun stands there in silence. He watches as you hurriedly try to wipe away the tears continuing to fall from your eyes, but it’s not working. You let out the most sad smile Jun has ever seen, and he wants nothing more than to take away the pain you’re feeling.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jun asks, and you scoff, turning away and looking back up at the stars. He frowns at your reaction, and you begin to wonder if the stars could ever be brighter than the galaxy in Jun’s eyes.
“Yn?” You turn to glance at Jun, staring into his eyes, while his trail after the tear falling from your left eye.
You decide that the stars are no rival to Jun’s galaxy.
“How could I tell my best friend that I love him, when he’s never even noticed me.” You state, and Jun shakes his head frantically at you. You squint at him, and he reaches out to grasp your hand, but you pull away again.
“Yn-”
“Are you going to tell me that I’m wrong? How am I wrong when all you’ve done since the beginning was introduce me to the people you go on dates with, huh? How am I wrong when you’ve never once caught onto the fact that I love you.” Your sadness slowly turns into anger at the way Jun stares at you in shock. You shake your head, trying to wipe away the tears that continue to fall past your eyes, wondering how many tears you’ve shed for the man in front of you.
Jun just can’t help but stare, feeling his own heart break within his chest at how stupid he is. How he never noticed. How he never admitted that he loved you. How he dated around to try and fill the void in his heart that can only be filled when he’s with you. How is he so stupid?
You cover your face with your hands for a moment, feeling pathetic at the fact that you can’t stop crying. You finally look back up at Jun after a second, and you shake your head at him. You take a step towards him, and point your finger directly over his heart, and look up into his eyes.
“Despite everything, it’s still you.” You whisper, and Jun’s mouth opens and closes as he tries to think of the words to say. While you just stare into his eyes, the tears continue to fall past your own.
You question whether or not the love and sadness you see in his eyes is just a reflection of your own.
“But it’s not me for you, right?” You ask, and Jun doesn’t respond. He’s internally quaking at the fact that you love him, but you don’t know that.
So you take his silence as his answer, taking a step back, you give him a sad smile. Running a hand through your hair, you turn to walk off the balcony and back into the house. Your hand rests on the doorknob when Jun finally speaks.
“It’s always been you.” You freeze, hand clutching the doorknob when you turn to look at Jun. The moonlight casts a glow over his skin as he stares at you, and you come to the answer that the love and sadness in his gaze isn’t just a reflection of your own.
“What?” Jun takes a few steps towards you and grasps your hand. You stare down at your connected hands, and you wonder why you pulled away in the first place.
this whole hand holding shit is nice.
“It’s always been you, yn. I love you, and I’m so, so sorry it took this long for me to finally tell you.” Jun confesses, and now it’s your turn to just stare at him in a shocked silence. “I’m so sorry for all the tears you’ve shed, and all the pain I’ve caused because of my own stupidity.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I- I was stupid. I never thought you would give me the time of day, or-”
“Have you seen yourself?!” You sputter, and Jun shrugs in reply. “You’re the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen! And when I got to know you, I saw you as the most perfect human being.”
“I just! I didn’t know! I’m stupid yn, you know this.” Jun says with a little laugh, and you can’t help but giggle back, shaking your head at him. Jun lets go of your hand so that he can reach up and grasp your face with both of his hands, wiping away the tears with the pads of his thumbs.
“So please stop crying. You shouldn’t let yourself cry over me. I’m not as great as you think considering the fact that I couldn’t even tell that the girl I’m in love with loves me back.” Jun mutters, and you let out another giggle, causing him to smile. You shake your head at him, and he leans down, resting his forehead onto yours as the two of you stare into each other’s eyes.
“I’m stupid, and I know this is so long overdue. But if you’d let me, I’d like to take you out on a date.” Jun whispers, and you let out a smile at how ridiculous this all is. Just a minute ago, you were pouring out your heart to this man under the assumption that he didn’t love you back on the balcony of Jungkook’s house. Speaking of Jungkook’s house, you pause when you remember who Jun came with.
“What about Aiya?” You ask, and Jun purses his lips at the thought of her, and you scrunch up your nose when the action causes him to peck the tip of your nose.
“She kept seeing me take glances at you throughout the night. So when you threw up over Hao’s shoes and saw me immediately stand up, she told me to be with you. She said it was rather upsetting how I go for everyone else when it’s obvious that I only have eyes for you.” Jun mutters sheepishly, and you decide that you do like Aiya. She’s cool.
“She did not lie.”
“Nope, not one bit.” Jun agrees, and you chuckle. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes for a moment in silence, and Jun leans back so that he can get a glimpse of your whole face. He smiles fondly at the sight of the sparkles in your eyes.
“So, what do you say?” Jun asks, and you find a smile breaking out over your features as you nod your head.
“Yes Jun, I’d love to go out with you.”
“Fucking FINALLY!” You and Jun jump apart at the sudden voice, just to find Mingyu and Minghao standing by the balcony doors, with Minghao holding his shoes in a plastic bag. You mutter out a quiet apology, and Minghao raises his hand up towards you, basically saying that it’s okay.
“How long have you been standing there?” Jun asks, his hand resting on your waist, and your heart does a a fucking windmill within your chest.
“Long enough to know that you two stopped being stupid.” Minghao answers, and Mingyu lets out a sleepy smile. You purse your lips at Minghao’s snarkiness, but then remember that you just threw up on his shoes.
“Anyways, can we head back to my apartment now? I just wanna eat ramen and watch Train to Busan or something.” You and Jun turn to glance at each other before turning back to your two friends.
“Yeah sure, but you know how yn gets when we watch that movie.” Jun says as the four of you begin walking off the balcony. You pinch his side, causing him to chuckle.
“It’s not my fault that shit hurted.” You mumble, and Mingyu grins. The four of you walk down the stairs and out of the house after bidding goodbye to Jungkook, who is currently vibing with Taehyung in a corner of the room.
Minghao glances down at his throw up shoes in the bag, before turning back towards you and Jun, seeing the two of you walking with happy smiles on your faces. When you all finally reach the car and step inside, he lets out a sigh, and the three turn to look at him.
“I guess we have yn throwing up on my shoes to thank.” Minghao jokes, and the three burst into laughter while you profusely apologize for vomiting on Minghao’s sneakers. He pats your head, “It’s okay. You and Jun finally being together makes up for it.”
Jun tilts his head to the side, “Really?”
To which Minghao turns in the driver's seat to glance at Jun in the backseat beside you, and he shoots him a death glare. “No, that only applies to yn. You owe me new shoes.”
Jun rolls his eyes, cursing Minghao under his breath as he rests his head onto your shoulder, and you smile softly. You press a kiss to the top of Jun’s head before closing your eyes. Jun closes his eyes as well, a smile displayed on his features.
After a few minutes of silence into the car ride, Minghao glances up into the rearview mirror, just to find you and Jun fast asleep. With his head resting on your shoulder, and your head resting over his head, and he lets out a quiet chuckle.
You and Jun are finally happy.
And Minghao couldn’t have wished for anything better.
