#junho imagines

[kcake555]

Lee Junho cake 🍰

2pm

[slytherinshua]

༄　IN THE WATER　( 정준호 )

genre fluff , established relationship , pro swimmer!junho x fem!reader   cw reader has a slight fear/dislike of water/swimming , i know like next to nothing abt swimming and esp next to nothing abt the olympics and i didn't care to research for this so just ignore it if anything is off , not proofread   wc 871   request @eternalgyu for junho + wet swimsuits for the 3k event   note holy shit i FINALLY finished the fic for my bias in nomad i've been going absolutely insane having not written anything for him despite him being my bias but the war is over !!   net @kstrucknet @daydreamnet

When dating a pro swimmer, one should get used to accompanying him to the swimming pool almost every day. 

That was what you wish you could have told your past self before going on that first date with Jeong Junho— pre-Olympic swimmer at the time. Now your boyfriend of three years, you were far too deep into the relationship to care about the inconveniences of supporting him in his sport. It was usually at the crack of dawn when he trained, no one but him and his coach in the massive pool at 6AM. You watched him dive, do laps, breath training, stroke practice, and anything else his coach instructed for that day from your swim chair in the corner. 

You liked watching him swim while reading or drawing, something mindless that could use the background noise. But the problem came with your lack of sleep, and even more grave, when he asked you to come in the water with him. 

You could swim… barely. 

You’d learn the basics as a child, but you were never good at proper strokes, even when Junho tried to teach you. And unlike your boyfriend, who had loved being in the water since he was a child, you preferred to be dry on solid ground.

Junho appreciated every time you came to watch him practice, and he made sure you knew too, by the abundant amount of kisses he gave you after he was done training. And it was no different today. It was his first practice back after winning a gold and two silvers at the Olympics, and you could tell his coach was going a bit easier on the training. A shorter lesson, and less intense exercises.

The usual 3 hour training was over in half the time and it was a surprise when he started walking over to you with a smile on his face. You knew that smile. It was one you should’ve been wary of. But the pride and affection that had risen after his victory a week ago was still lingering, and all you could do was smile back with shining eyes, ready to shower him with kisses as soon as he reached you.

Which is exactly what you started to do, opening your arms so that there was space for him and immediately pressing your lips against his. You didn’t mind that his body was still dripping wet from the pool, although his hair was fairly dry from being in a swim cap. You fiddled with one of the strands as he pulled back to say something, sighing close to your ear as he rested his cheek against yours and you carded your fingers through his hair.

“You should come in the water with me.”

You couldn’t see his smirk, but you could hear it in his voice. That slightly mischievous teasing tone that you both loved and became wary of. You should have known he was going to ask you that. And how could you say no? Certainly not when he pulled back to make eye contact, his gaze holding all the stars in the sky in them. And it was all for you he had trained so hard and brought home that many medals. All for you that he dedicated his hard work. His biggest supporter in everything. 

So, you sheepishly put on your swimsuit that he kept in his swim bag and sat by the edge of the pool, dipping your feet in but still hesitant to commit fully. He walked up to the edge, hands resting on your thighs and a patient smile on his face. 

“You trust me, yeah?” he asked softly. You barely processed his words before you were nodding and he was scooping you up in his arms, holding you steady as he walked further into the water. You froze up slightly, clinging to his bare shoulders tighter than was strictly necessary. But your body soon realized you were in no risk of any harm by the water and you relaxed in his hold. 

He smiled at you, excited that you had agreed to this. You rarely did, always finding some excuse to avoid getting in the water, even if it was on the shallow side of the pool. But you didn’t have it in you to refuse him today. And his excitement was enough for you to get over your own irrational fear. 

“Okay for me to let go?” he asked, pressing his lips to your jaw. You gave a slightly hesitant nod and felt his arms slowly loosen around your legs. You kept yourself afloat, getting comfortable with the height of the pool. You were a few steps away from the two meter line, and while you could not touch the floor, you knew it wasn’t too far down from your feet.

“How is it?” Junho posed.

“It’s sort of nice, actually,” you reasoned. Junho grinned at your words, even though they were still only half sure. You definitely weren’t about to pick up swimming as a hobby, but perhaps you would follow your boyfriend into the water a bit more often. When there was no one around except him to witness your fear, it wasn’t quite as embarrassing. 

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[oraclekleo]

Junho (2PM) - Kinky Tarot Reading

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I don’t know any of the celebrities personally

Don’t base life decisions purely on tarot readings

I can never guarantee any of what’s said in the reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: /

Deck(s): E. A. Poe Tarot, Prism Oracle

Spread: Kinky

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirty Secret

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Lee Jun Ho

Stage Name: Junho

Group: 2PM

DOB: 25.01.1990

Blood Type: A

MBTI: INFJ

Sun Sign: Aquarius

Chinese Sign: Earth Snake

Life Path Number: 9

Masterpost: 2PM

Junho (2PM) - Kinky

Full Name: Lee Jun Ho Stage Name: Junho Group: 2PM DOB: 25.01.1990 Blood Type: A MBTI: INFJ Sun Sign: Aquarius Chinese Sign: Earth Snake Life Path Number: 9

Spread / Question: Kinky Deck(s): E. A. Poe Tarot, Prism Oracle

Position - 2 of Pentacles, Determination

Junho is pretty much used to managing his life on his own. He might not be willing to give his control out, not even for his lover’s sake. He’s not exactly despotic but he has the authority of a man who’s sure of his opinions and values and he’s very likely to ask for respect from his lover. His word is the law. Junho is not here to debate about his core customs or values, they are what they are. What you see is what you get with him. Junho is pretty skilled in multitasking and achieving goals at any cost. If his goal is to date someone, his prey is basically defeated the moment Junho sets his eyes on them.

Libido - XV The Death, XIX The Sun, Ideation

Junho’s libido is all about the ideas and creation and transformation. He’s likely to have a strong lust and desire for his lover but that person needs to have some brains in order for him to get turned on. Two major arcana cards suggest a powerful passion and the fact they are Death and Sun suggest that nothing is taboo for Junho. He’s open minded and ready to explore when it comes to sexual experience. Junho has a strong sense for erotica and he’s likely to become rather creative in the bedroom (or anywhere, really). He’s one of those lovers who can deliver such bliss through their performance that it feels like a little death to his lover and afterwards they feel utterly changed to the core. Junho is big on both foreplay and aftercare as well. Basically a perfect lover.

Turn On - Page of Pentacles, Queen of Pentacles, Movement

Oh Junho! Such a MAN! While Junho is more of a dom in a relationship, he’s likely to still feel attracted to a person who’s strong and confident on their own. Junho might prefer his special person to actually approach him first. He’s gonna take it from there but they have to make the first move. Junho likes people with both creativity and common sense to them, those who know their craft and are successful in their professional life. Some nobody with more guts than brains is not likely to impress this gentleman.

Kink - 4 of Swords, 6 of Swords, King of Swords, Love

I must admit that Junho confused me here. All the swords cards suggest a certain detachment and passivity and then there’s the love card. What can I make out of this? Anyway! Junho is a romantic but he’s more of a pragmatic romantic. He’s not likely to go out of his way just to impress his lover with a super sweet date. Junho is more astute and sophisticated. He’s likely to play it cool with his lover and not be a big fan of public display of affection. Junho is likely to enjoy slow seduction and it’s even hotter for him, if he’s the one being seduced, as the 4 of Swords suggest a certain passivity on his side. He likes to be treated like a King before things get too hot and out of hand. Junho might have a control kink. While he likes to be seduced by his lover, at a certain point the roles switch, Junho takes the lead and bosses his lover around, instructing them to do this and that for and to him. He might have a thing for bondage but the knots should always be loose and easy to undo, whether he’s the one bondaged or his lover. Junho likes it when at certain points all shackles fall down and he and his lover can feel liberated through the act of love.

Dirty Secret - VII The Chariot, Hunger

Junho is a hungry man. Not in a sense of food cravings, though. He’s hungry for something to touch his soul, fill him up, something to emotionally and spiritually satisfy him. And in this context it’s a craving for a lover who would match him so well that his emotional, spiritual and mental needs are all fulfilled. Junho is not the type to sit down and wait for this person to come into his life, he’s actively searching for them, determined to find that person. See the contrast of yellow and blue in the cards? It reminds me of day and night. Junho wants to find a partner who would be his companion during the day and a lover during the night, someone mature enough to simply accept and love Junho with his light and dark sides.

I'm sorry for spaming you with so many pics of Junho, but... Just look at the man! That's a perfection right there. 😍 I'm sorry. I have some very... intense feelings for Junho (and for all 2PM members, to be honest, their fandom might be Hottest but that's also a term that fits the members perfectly).

If I will ever catch a moment when some of my befriended readers offers ship readings, I will ask for one with Junho 😂

Anyway! I know Junho isn't on my request list but I woke up with a strong feeling of doing his reading today. Plus I'm genuinelly bored with all those idols in their early 20s. 😂

Thank you for reading!

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Junho; Playlist

This is my second post of the things I wrote when I am too tired with school hehe. I hope you guys would enjoy this ❤️

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It was your college's 75th anniversary and everybody is required to attend the gala night. If it wasn't mandatory, you'll be at home sipping a nice cup of coffee while watching your favorite series but here you are in a green dress looking around waiting for it to be over.

You just finished eating your dinner and is now listening to the band playing. It was a local band from your college and they were actually good. When everybody starts to dance and goof around you decided to go out and walk to your school's outdoor pool to spend your time until you want to go home. The wind was cold and so is the water as you sit on the edge of the pool and dipped your feet in it. You were listening to music while scrolling on your phone when you saw the water move and noticed the guy who sat next to you. He was wearing a white polo with neck tie and he rolled his pants up so he can dip his feet in the pool.

"It's more peaceful here isn't it?" he asked looking up to the stars feeling the cold summer wind. "Yeah" you answered shortly.

"Why are you here alone then? It's not safe to be alone here you know." he smiled and looked at you. You studied him. He seems harmless and asking genuinely yet you kind of felt awkward because he is a stranger after all

"oh i'm sorry, i'm Junho by the way im from the college of music." he reached out to shake your hand

"y/n , *the college you want to be in* " you answered and shook his hand.

"Oooh interesting. so y/n i'm gonna ask again why are you here alone and not enjoying the music inside?"

"I just don't like being with a lot of people, and besides that's not my type of music" you said putting your phone inside your bag

"What is your type of music then? If you'd ask me I really like to listen to songs with a chill vibe or most of the time band songs" he said and smiled making his eyes disappear from smiling widely.

"but i didn't asked" he stopped smiling and blushed lightly as he scratch the back of his head embarrassed from over sharing. You laughed softly and tap his shoulders

"I'm kidding, I like those genres too" you said

The night went by pretty fast you two were suggesting different songs to each other, playing some of it and dancing to some. You two were laughing and having a great time creating memories from this accidental meeting.

You two only stoped when you noticed that people are already leaving the venue. He checked the time and looked back at the people rushing out

"What that was almost 2 hours already? time really flies fast huh" you nodded and grabbed your phone to book a cab home.

"uhm..i was uh wondering if I could drive you home? if that's okay with you? it's already late and i'd be more relief to see you home safe" Junho offered while his hands were inside his pockets obviously nervous about making the offer. You checked the app and noticed that it is really hard to book a car home

"Only if i'd get to play the songs" you stood up and grabbed your shoes.

You both smiled and walked to his car not knowing that this is the start of many roadtrips and soundtrips you two would be having.

[thepixelelf]

[no more powerful a weapon] For as long as Junho has the mind to remember, fire has only ever done one thing.

Take.

He has no memory of parents, only the vague idea that he had to have at least one, but he knows fire is what took them from him. It isn't too hard to come to that conclusion when his first memory is being surrounded by a cradle of cinders and flame.

Fire took his childhood. Were it not for what burns in his chest, at the tips of his fingers, no one would have any interest in him. No one would conduct tests and experiments on him and the fire he makes. Just a boy, he'd be. Just a boy.

Take, take, take.

Even the one person he had ever felt genuine warmth for -- fire took them away. An observer who only ever greeted him with smiles and sweet hellos, who treated him with nothing but kindness, they never came back after Junho accidentally seared their skin with a fire he couldn't control bursting from his heart.

Sometimes, when he closes his eyes, he sees their face. The way their skin bubbled like fucking soup.

The fear in their eyes.

Junho hasn't slept well in a long time.

He hears someone yelling in the hall outside before he hears the sirens.

"Code black. Repeat. Code black. All units to the east wing."

But the warnings and the sirens don't last for long. They disappear after only a minute or so, but the panicked noises outside don't stop. In fact, they seem to get worse as they sound off farther and farther away from Junho's room, assumingly rushing to the east wing.

The siren isn't the only thing that stops, though.

Around his neck, the metal collar that hinders his fire when the guards aren't around to subdue him falls silent. Something clicks, and Junho feels heat curl in his lungs.

Perhaps it's the chaos. Perhaps he's just tired and hallucinating.

Junho stands from his bed and looks at the door of his room, white and heavy and impenetrable by strength alone. Fire ignites in his left palm, and he brings his hand up to watch the flame dance between his fingers.

"Are you going to be useful for once?" he whispers.

It doesn't answer, but the door blasts open from a burst of heat Junho can't even feel, and soon enough, fire is the only thing he can see.

He doesn't hear the screams of anyone else. He doesn't flinch as he walks through halls engulfed in flame.

These walls have held him in for so long. They deserve to burn.

Junho doesn't even know where he's going until he stumbles into a room unlike the rest of the building. It's an ornate office, decorated with things like period paintings and plush furniture. Modern chandeliers and grey stone walls instead of the usual white.

He burns it all.

The abandoned desk at the epicenter of the room is sprawled over with papers, all depicting a dark, almost shapeless silhouette. Junho doesn't understand exactly why, but he picks up one of the pictures. It catches flame almost immediately in his hand, though not before he takes in the image of the shadow. Blurry and undefined, it stares back at Junho before the paper burns to ash and flutters away through the smoke-filled air.

Junho holds no curiosity for anything or anyone within this place. He only follows the flame until it leads him where he yearns to go.

For once, fire doesn't take. It gives.

Fire gives him freedom.

Villains (I'll be one if you crave it) masterlist

[k-imagine-s]

You bit your fingernails in mindlessness and anticipation. Junho was doing a photoshoot with another model today and, needless to say, you were made a little uncomfortable by it. Not the most shy but also not the most confident, you worried needlessly about the subtle touches that would occur, the gazes for camera’s sake, and the closeness of the two. It made you antsy.

Finding you curled up on the couch nearly asleep when he returned late to your shared apartment, Junho sighed lovingly as he watched your face light up upon seeing him. “Hi,” he said simply, setting his things down before falling on top of you in a hug, “I missed you.”

Breathing in the familiar smell of his clothes, you exhaled with your eyes closed against his shoulder. The two of you fell back on the couch and giggled a little. “You’re heavy,” you teased as he yawned in your ear.

“That’s not very nice,” he chided sleepily, wrapping his arms around your waist. Seemingly about to fall asleep, Junho mumbled a goodnight before snuggling in further to your side. 

Trying to prevent yourself from asking the question that was eating at your mind, you began biting your fingernails again. The incessant picking at them made Junho open his eyes in concern.

“OK, what’s up?” he inquired, sitting up enough to loom over you. He pulled your hand away from your mouth, telling you to ‘stop that’. 

Your hand fell into your lap as you resigned yourself to him. “Was the other model-”

Junho’s large hand clamped over your mouth to hush you. Nose brushing yours, he stared into your eyes in such an adoring way that you felt a blush heating up your cheeks. “It doesn’t matter how many times you doubt yourself,” he said, “because I’m not looking at anyone else. I’m looking at you.” 

Relaxing into the kiss he gave you, the tense in your shoulders ceased as his arms strengthened around you. He was warm and safe and made you feel special, like you deserved to be. The two of you ended up being too exhausted to get up, falling asleep tangled up as usual.

(Requested by anon)

[lublycho]

Is forever a thing? - X1

pairing: none

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 1.5k

Song rec: Put your head on my shoulder - Paul Anka

From outside the dorm, you could already hear the loud commotion inside. The dolphin-like shrieks of Dohyon, the never ending arguments of Hangyul and Seungyoun, and the rest of the boys talking and laughing like there was no tomorrow. 

You took tentative steps inside when you opened the dorm’s door, careful not to disturb any on-going conversation, because there were many.

There was Seungyoun, sitting beside Hangyul and having a light-hearted argument over a bag of chips. Junho sat not too far from them, mumbling incoherently. He was talking to himself again, you almost laughed as your gaze moved past him. There was Dohyon with his face buried in the fridge as he took out leftovers from last night, piling them up on the kitchen table. 

There was no way he could eat all that in one go, you thought. 

In one of the bedrooms there was Minhee, taking a late afternoon nap, tired after returning from school. Then there was Hyeongjun, trying to wake him up while saying, “Minhee you have been sleeping for 5 hours, wake up now.” 

You smiled at the sight.

In another lounge, you found Yohan teaching Dongpyo taekwondo moves, which he claimed only pro taekwondo athletes were supposed to know. Wooseok sat nearby, his eagle eyes making sure none of the two kids got hurt.

Nearby, busy writing down songs in his diary, was Eunsang. Lost in his thoughts, he absentmindedly looked up to find you standing in the doorway. With a smile, he waved at you. You waved back, locking your lips in a smile. He was about to announce your arrival but you put a finger to your mouth, asking him to be quiet for now. Still smiling you retreated into the hallway, feeling as if you were missing someone.

There was one person you hadn’t seen today.

You went through the dorm again, then again, and then again and yet he was nowhere to be found.

“Looking for me?”

You almost jumped as Seungwoo called out from behind you, a teasing smile on his beautiful face. 

Annoyed as always, you lied, “N-No.”

You tried to hide the blush on your face as he came forward to stand beside you and draped one hand across your shoulders.

“I’ve met so many people in my life and yet you’re the worst liar amongst them.”

He looked down at you and smiled.

You looked up and smiled back.

“They look beautiful, don’t they?”

You didn’t have to explain for Seungwoo to know who you were talking about. The ten boys in this dorm, lost in their own beautiful dreams, who you had come to love dearly. 

Seungwoo hummed in agreement, lightly squeezing your shoulder. 

“It almost makes me want time to freeze and make this moment last forever.”

Seungwoo laughed at that. A soft, melodic laugh that swerved in the air, lingering long enough for you to cherish it.

“I told you once, there is no ‘forever’. All things come to an end.”

But did they have to? You thought. Before you could say anything else, Seungwoo picked up the big boxes of pizza he had stashed near the small table in the hallway. 

“Kids, the food is here!”

At that small phrase, you heard a ruckus of shrieks and stomps of feet as all the boys started gathering in the lounge at their leader’s call. Seungwoo placed the pizza boxes on the center table. You watched as he retreated from there, letting the other boys fill up their plates first and then proceeding to take one slice of pizza only after he had made sure everyone had their share. 

Seungwoo being selfless as always.

“You brought my favorite flavor, hyung!” This was Hyeongjun, his voice stretched out in that cute way.

“And you brought my favorite person,” Seungyoun said, as he stood up and pulled your hands to make you come out of the dark hallway and join their little pizza party. 

“Our favorite person,” Yohan retorted, putting emphasis on the word our as you settled down beside him. 

He smiled warmly at you, taking your hand and squeezing it under the table. You squeezed back reassuringly. 

Before you knew it, Hangyul and Dongpyo had already started bickering about which flavor of pizza you should try first. Amidst their endless quarrel, Minhee silently put a slice of pizza in your plate, his eyes still puffy from the nap he woke up from. 

“Eat up,” he said.

And so you did. 

But instead of focusing on eating, you focused more on the 11 boys around you; Dohyon, Junho, Minhee, Dongpyo, Eunsang, Hyeongjun, Yohan, Hangyul, Wooseok, Seungyoun and Seungwoo. All of them shining. 

And then you recalled Seungwoo’s words. 

There is no forever. All things come to an end. 

Would there be a day when you won’t be able to see these boys smile anymore? Wouldn’t that just be the end of the world for you? Would you survive such a day on which your boys didn’t smile?

It seemed impossible, perhaps because it was impossible.

“You’re thinking again.” Seungyoun’s voice was a whisper in the beautiful commotion, almost lost over the noise, but you found it before it dissipated.

“How come you guys know so much about me?” You looked at him, as he settled in the seat beside you.

He merely shrugged, “I think we’re tied with the red string of fate. You know, like in the movies?” 

But when you looked at him with an unamused face he sheepishly smiled. A minute or two later, he asked, “So, what is it?”

You bit your lips, unable to say what you wanted without an abrupt, unwanted moisture pooling in your eyes. 

“Do you think forever is a thing?”

Baffled, Seungyoun recoiled at the sudden question.

“Seungwoo says forever doesn’t exist, do you think that as well?”

You watched something change in Seunyoun’s face. Gone was the casual expression, replaced by something more serene. He was quiet for a moment or two, thinking deeply about your question. 

“If you want me to be honest, then I’ll say it: I think forever is different for everyone. For me, forever is this moment, as long as I’m here, as long as I’m happy and smiling and beside people I love, everything lasts forever.”

A tear rolled down your cheek, but Seungyoun caught it with a finger, wiping away the stain it left on your cheek. 

“Then what if someone steals this moment from you in the most painful way, and asks you to forget everything and pretend it was never real? To give up all you’ve fought for? All you’ve loved and cherished for so long?”

Seungyoun brushed his fingers across your cheeks. You leaned into his touch.

“Then I fight. And I fight till I bleed, till they take my stupid breath away from my very lungs. I fight for my brothers, and I fight for you. Everything I care about, I fight to get it back.”

“It’s not that easy,” you said.

“When is anything easy?” He smiled, and your heart fluttered in your chest, blooming with possibilities and the will to fight. 

Seungyoun pulled your head forward and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, filling you with warmth and love. 

He then left you to finish your food, returning to whatever the others were talking about now.

Later that night, when the boys had settled in Wooseok’s room for a little movie night, you and Seungwoo stood in the kitchen, cleaning up after the boys.

“I want to fight.” You said out of nowhere.

Seungwoo looked up from where he stood by the sink, “What was that?”

You turned towards him, abandoning the plates on the table, “Seungyoun said forever can be fought for. That if someone takes away your forever from you, you ought to fight back. You fight back until the end. I want to do the same.”

“Who would want to take away your forever from you?”

You shrugged, “The list is endless. Anyone would want to take it away. We’re living in a beautiful dream, Seungwoo. All while the world lies in chaos. There are people greedy enough to snatch this little dream of ours.”

Seungwoo walked closer to you, until he towered above you and looked down in your dreamy eyes.

“Okay, then. You can fight.”

He enveloped you in a soft embrace, with one hand behind your head, slowly caressing it.  

“But not alone, I’ll fight with you.”

You looked up at him, smiling.

“I’ll fight too.” 

You turned to see Dongpyo in the doorway.

“Me too,” came the voice of Hangyul, coming up beside Dongpyo followed by Yohan, “You can count on me too, I didn’t learn taekwondo for nothing.” 

That made you laugh. 

“I’ll fight too!” Hyeongjun exclaimed putting his fist in the air, followed by Minhee, Junho, Eunsang and Wooseok. Then came Dohyon’s muffled voice, his mouth still stuffed with whatever he was eating now. 

“And me too. Today, tomorrow and forever.” This was Seungyoun.

You could tell without even looking. 

For the first time as you looked around the boys, your boys, you thought: Maybe fighting wouldn’t be too hard after all. The fight would be long, and tiring with lots of ups and downs. You would fall many times, but eleven boys would always be there to pick you up and stitch your wings

You could always count on that.

Like always.

For forever.

You smiled at the thought.

A/n: I will fight for X1. I have that in me, at least. Sending all my love to fellow one its who are in this together, stay strong please. And keep fighting.

[junhyukiscute]

(2:36 pm) you had just gotten rejected by your crush on valentine’s day because “you weren’t their type”. now you’re sitting on the schools rooftop crying while eating the chocolates you worked so hard to make.

“hey, why’re you crying to yourself on valentine’s day?” said a new voice. you screamed in shock and looked up to see cha junho, one of the most popular boys in your school looking down at you.

“it’s nothing, just got rejected by my crush like a LOSER!!” you wailed to him. he took a step back and widened his eyes at your loud outburst.

“h-hey,” he said and pulled out a handkerchief from his blazer before bending down to you, “it must’ve been hard to confess, right? you should be proud that you had been able to do something not a lot of people would do,” he wipes your tears gently.

“w-what would you know about confessing, especially when you get rejected?! it’s- *sniffs* so painful!! he was so nice too, especially when he went out of his way to tutor me... not to mention he would always say goodmorning to me.. why did my love life end up so tragic?!” you complained as you took the handkerchief and blew your nose into it.

he takes a light sigh before standing up, “hey, if it hurts that bad, why don’t you try to fall in love with me instead? i promise you that there’ll be a better ending this time.”