summary: of all the beautiful sights in the world, wen junhui just might be your favorite
a/n: i sincerely want to wish our junnie a happy (belated hhhhh im sorry) birthday!! i am so proud of how much you’ve grown, not only as an artist but as a person as well <3
You had always known that dating someone as beautiful as Wen Junhui would ultimately be the death of you.
It was almost picture-perfect, the way he hovered above you with shining irises and sinfully beautiful lips stealing as much affection from you as they dared. They started out slowly, playfully, against your ear. Junhui even giggled between his repetitive kisses in an effort to make you smile. And, of course, it worked; the two of you shared a lovestruck bout of giggles, with you kicking the blankets off of his bed, squirming and laughing while his soft lips pecked at you mercilessly. For a moment, the both of you almost forgot about the small party downstairs, about the last moments of sunlight slipping through the cracks in Junhui’s curtains, about the desperate way he gripped your waist as he thanked you profusely for the effort you put into making his birthday special.
Almost, because as the setting sun tinged the bedroom a delicate shade of pink, his playful lips brushed against your earlobe, catching your breath in your throat, and suddenly the world stopped spinning. You truly couldn’t help but notice your current predicament—his body hovered over yours as you laid back against his pillows—and you knew the realization had hit him as well when his childish grin soon morphed into something even more mischievous. Before you had time to comment, however, he kissed you again, much slower this time, allowing his lips to map out the delicate skin of your neck and savor in the reactions that he pulled from you. Which is why, when his teeth ever-so-slightly grazed your neck between kisses, the shiver that coursed through you instantly mesmerized him. He wanted even more, so long as you would let him.
“Junhui,” you gasped, partially out of playfulness and partially due to the way your heart raced whenever there was hardly any space between the two of you. “Did you just…bite me?”
A cheeky laugh, followed by a whisper against your skin. “Maybe.” He paused, and you could feel the beginnings of a deep blush dust your cheeks. You found his lips brushing gently against your collarbone as he spoke, and his voice lost that lovely lilt of impishness, picking up an air of shameless flirtation instead. “Did, uhm…did you like it?”
You didn’t quite know how to respond to such a brazen question, especially since his fingertips danced delicately over your jaw and bottom lip as he pulled away to stare down at you. You honestly didn’t think he was trying to be cocky; his cinnamon locks flopped haphazardly in front of his hazel eyes that sought your approval. If anything, he looked beautifully innocent, topped off with a shy giggle that hinted at slight embarrassment. Yet another one of those breathtaking sights that occured much too often when you were around Wen Junhui, although you never quite found yourself getting used to them.
“I dunno.” You finally settled on a timid answer while your fingers combed through his messy locks. Like a puppy, he melted into your touch, and only after you tugged on his hair slightly did his eyes flutter back open to witness his boldness rubbing off on you. “I think you might have to try again so I can really be sure.” You chuckled despite the obvious intent of your words.
And that’s when he offered you one of his soft smiles, the kind where the beauty of the galaxies themselves breaks out amongst his features, and buried his face between the pillows and your neck to leave painfully slow kisses along your sensitive skin.
Junhui never moved at a fast pace; upon your introduction, the poor boy quite literally hid behind his own hands out of sheer self-consciousness. That day he only spoke to you when his entire face was covered, later explaining that he didn’t want you to see how affected he was by your attractiveness. Once you officially started dating, it took weeks for the deep blush that painted his cheeks whenever you held his hand to subside, and even then the action was typically followed by awkward giggles on his part. These reasons, combined with the general knowledge of Junhui’s sensitive and goofy nature, led you to believe that you would always have to make the first move. Your three-month dating history with him had done nothing but support this hypothesis.
Which is why you were more than surprised when you suddenly found Junhui’s lips sucking needy hickies into your collarbone and an encouraging knee jutted between your legs for the smallest amount of friction.
Making-out with your boyfriend was not a foreign concept, but it normally occurred with an air of uncertainty and ended when Jun’s nerves got the better of him. Tonight, however, as the beginning traces of dusk settled on Junhui’s sleepy country home, his tender hands enamored you with their gentle exploration of your body—slipping gently from your cheeks down your sides, lightly tracing the curve of your body before shyly resting on your waist—and you melted into his magnetic pull. Tonight, everything felt just right, illuminated in the light of contradiction. Junhui was assured, yet careful. Intense, yet gentle. All-consumingly passionate and lazily peaceful all rolled into one confusing, wonderful package.
And even though the sun had already dipped below the horizon, Junhui borrowed the deep purples and blues from the sky to paint confessions of want against your skin. Permanent reminders of his love, he would later call them with a shy giggle, although truly it didn’t matter what cute nickname he gave them; you knew exactly what they were, and the memory of how they got there would always leave you with a deep blush and heated skin.
“Wow,” you breathed much later, after the rush of adrenaline had passed, leaving the two of you to stare at each other with intertwined fingers and gazes shimmering with admiration. Jun still hovered above you, with his honey-brown hair now disheveled due to your greedy hands and his lips swollen and slick from kisses. Truly, he looked as beautiful as ever, and for a moment you wondered if he would allow you to capture a picture of him like this, just so you could preserve the image forever. ”Wen Junhui.” You found yourself unable to withhold your thoughts; his named slipped easily from your lips, which were tugged into a cheesy grin. “You truly are a masterpiece.”
The boy only shook his head in denial and responded with the ever-so mature and clever, “No, you are.” But you could tell by his rose-dusted cheeks that he believed what he was saying with a ferocity. You had no choice but to indulge in his sincerity as Junhui tenderly kissed your knuckles. He could never refrain from giggling anytime his lips met your skin so wholesomely, which you viewed as yet another reason why you loved him so unfathomably much. “In fact, you’re so beautiful that sometimes I think I’m gonna die from looking at you.” His eyes widened comically, as if to further exaggerate the urgency of his point, and his head flopped down onto the pillow next to you.
“Funny,” you muttered, ruffling his hair to draw a playful smile from his now-sleepy lips. “I was thinking the exact same thing...”
