🌿 SUBCONSCIOUS CONFESSION | CHA JUNHO
pairing: cha junho + female reader
a/n: this is a short one-shot because this plot just won't leave my mind and maybe i'm becoming too whipped for junho. also, this is actually a one-shot with an original character but changed the name of the character to Y/n. i hope i didn't miss anything haha. idk i just can't write a fic/drabble/one-shot properly if i use y/n... so excuse me. sorry if there are grammatical errors and typos. enjoy! thought of this after rewatching stark where junho showed a sample of his self-talk haha. i miss x1. :(
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With the classes ending, Y/n picked up all her things, placing it to her backpack. Maybe the school classes had ended, but there were still extra classes she had to attend. Private classes for Math and English. Even it takes away good four hours to her supposed to be resting time or the common hang out time with friends, she had never found herself complaining.
The sun was still up, soft beams gracing her skin as she walked towards the gate of her school. It was only 3 o’clock in the afternoon anyway. A sudden gush of spring breeze made her body tremble, her brown sweater inadequate to protect her from the cool air.
Few friends were with her, discussing where to go to get a few minutes to relax before their own private classes. Apparently, she’d be unable to join them today as well.
“Y/n still have an hour before her class starts, yet she will still not spare us any minute,” one of her friends said, pouting. They got used to her declining offers to hang out.
“Well, you know that she’s always excited to go to her private classes because of a cute classmate of her,” another teased.
A smile spread across her lips at the indirect mention, a soft flush covering her cheeks. Y/n didn’t give them much reply, already acknowledging defeat. It wasn’t like they were uttering lies. You know, it was too correct to be countered. “Next time, give a better offer. Sitting next to Junho is much better than drinking milk tea.”
Parting with her friends, she continued to walk the path leading to her academy while her friends who had settled to go to a cat café went the other way. Fortunately, the academy was only a few blocks away from her actual school. A short walk was always enough for her to make it right on time.
The academy itself wasn’t too big. It is sitting above a stationery shop.
Exchanging greetings with the worker in charge, she shuffled towards the stairs. The hallway was narrow, yet wide enough to allow a group of four to walk side by side. The walls of each room were made of heavily tinted glasses on both sides. Only the door would give you a blurred view of who is already inside the room.
As usual, Y/n took a glance off the door first before stepping inside. Her gaze easily landed on the young man sitting on his favorite seat, the one next to the windows. There weren’t many views highlighted by that framed aperture, merely the top view of the now blooming cherry blossoms and vehicles passing by. Nonetheless, it was a good seat for Junho. And the seat beside him was the seat Y/n had claimed to be the perfect seat for her.
“Junho!” A short wave and a radiant smile were offered to the male. It was reciprocated, but not as vibrant as Y/n could give. She pulled the chair beside the male and placed her notebook on the table. Math class before English. “You’re here pretty early.”
“And so are you,” Junho replied briefly, scooting away to give her more space. He had always wondered why she would take that seat when there were a lot of other vacant seats in the room. Arriving early would give a student the privilege to choose among the fifteen seats each room has. There is a row of five individual seats on the left side and a row of five long tables with two chairs on the right. He would choose an individual seat if it is only capable of giving him a view the window could give. Spacing out while staring at the wall didn’t look so good. It doesn't offer much of a scenery.
“Well, I want to be able to browse our previous lessons before our tutor gets in.” It was just a lame excuse for her to enjoy a short time alone with the other. She opened her notebook and scanned the notes. A pen was on her hand, trying to go through the same equations and solving it once again.
As minutes passed by, the other chairs were occupied by other students. Y/n was rather too absorbed with an algebraic equation that she wasn’t able to greet the few friends she made in the class.
A frown was on her face as she answered some of the problems. She was sure she understood the lesson very well last night, but it seemed like what she learned yesterday faded along the night. New day, new brain.
That was enough for her to turn her head to her seatmate, catching him staring at her with his head resting on his palm.
“You said something?” It immediately pulled the male out of his daze.
“Ah-” Junho’s mouth opened to say something, but no words left his lips, any possible word stuck on his throat. Taken aback, he straightened his composure and averted his gaze to the whiteboard. “Don’t mind me.”
“Yes…” he trailed, biting his lower lip to find some sort of relief. His subconscious sure is skilled with controlling him, allowing a bunch of words to leave his lips—to think of something and allow it to be heard without him being aware of it. And now, it had placed him to such an embarrassing situation. “…just talking to myself. Ignore me.”
The nervousness showed by the way Junho swallowed a lump; his adam’s apple bobbing while a pink tint painted his cheek was such a fascinating view. It wasn’t the first time Y/n heard him utter something out of the blue. But it was the first time his words had clung to her, enough for her to give him much attention.
Y/n had always found Junho’s self-talk adorable.
But just now, it was altered. A Junho caught being in a daze and uttering something subconsciously was far more adorable.
The next days, there were no subconscious mumbles from Junho. As much as possible, he was trying to keep himself occupied. It was his way to avoid such kind of situation from occurring again. Needless to say, it felt awkward.
Junho wasn’t really the type to talk a lot with his classmates, at least not in this academy. Though he wasn’t that much of a snob. He will entertain conversations as long as someone initiates it. Most allowed him to just be inside his bubble, not popping it with unnecessary conversations.
With his voice rarely heard in the class, Y/n had always found the short exchanges they had and few unaware mumbles something valuable. She wasn’t too oblivious to not notice how he was suppressing himself from that dazed talks, so Y/n's solution? Wear earphones right after they greet each other. No music was playing though, but she’d hum to a song or move her head every now and then just to complete the act.
Somehow, it managed to make Junho comfortable with his occasional spacing out again. Few sentences would be heard from him. His soft voice embracing the words and questions he’d ask himself. The way he’d ask himself what to eat after the classes, where should he go this weekend, what book to read next or the short commentaries about how the weather was nice that day or how his friends were so into practicing dances the past days—all could successfully cast a spell to Y/n, instantly making a beam decorate her brim.
That day, a short quiz for English will come after their Math class. Y/n had her notebook open on the vocabulary words about irregular verbs. Earphones plugged in without any sound playing in the background, eyes focused on the words messily scribbled on her notes. She would read the words in an almost inaudible voice, enough to satisfy herself.
“You know you’re actually cute.” A sigh left Junho’s lips and Y/n tried so hard to simply shrug it off. But it was difficult not to. Not when Junho resumed to his subconscious talking. “Ah, it takes too much effort to not look at you. I can’t believe that I’m starting to adore you too much for my liking.” Another exhale and Y/n wasn’t able to hold himself after his final sentence. “You’re not hearing me anyway—”
“What?” Shooting him a perplexed look, the same baffled expression was given to her. He was once again staring at her with head resting on his palm. At this point, Junho wasn’t the one to have the pink tint spreading on his cheeks. Y/n was the one blushing.
“What?” A strong denial of the words he’d be unable to take back came to Junho. But the way his eyes widened in surprise wasn't able to cover it up that much.
Junho shook his head. “No, I didn’t.”
“You said that I’m cute.” What he said registered so well in her mind that she was able to say almost everything that he said. “That it takes a lot of effort to not look at me and that—”
“—I adore you too much for my liking.” There was no point in denying anyway, so Junho finished her sentence. “Okay, okay. But don’t look at me like that…” Abashed, he shifted his gaze, heart racing as much as Y/n’s was.
“Ah, can’t believe I confessed this way,” Junho added, another sigh emitted out of his lips. A frustrated groan left his lips, something Y/n found rather too adorable. It was another action that sure had made to the top of the list of cute things that Junho does.
“Likewise.” The male frowned at her words and all she could do was smile before saying, “I adore you as well, Junho.”
