#junhwe scenario

[roh-tae]

Exchange

sequel to “For Once”

length: 1, 244 words

a/n: y’all FINALLY!!! I received SO many requests for this sequel. Like probably the most I’ve gotten for any sequel lol. I have rewritten this like 15 times, but I finally got some good inspiration and rewrote it to be the way it is now and I’m happy with it. So hopefully y’all are too :)

You couldn’t believe that for a second you thought Junhoe would actually come to you. When you sent him the response, come and see me for once?, he didn’t even bother responding. Later saying he was stuck at the studio and was gonna ask you to come so he could get a break in.

Despite how much you hoped that things could be different with Junhoe, it didn’t seem like you would get a chance at something more.

Junhoe hadn’t heard from you in weeks. He sent multiple texts, hell he even tried calling. But he got nothing in response. Sure he knew you two weren’t exactly on good terms. You did tell him things between you two were done. But he thought that asking to talk made things a little better. Though that talk never happened since he wouldn’t come to you. He was busy, as always, but he was busy nonetheless.

He’d thought about what you said. A lot. How you wanted things to be different. And he wondered if, maybe he did too. In the beginning he convinced himself that things with you could be no more. He couldn’t catch feelings or fall for you. Which he was sure he hadn’t. But after hearing that you had, and with how much you’ve been ignoring him. He realized that maybe there was something more.

But he wasn’t ready for a relationship, though he’d love one with you. You being the only girl he’d ever really gotten to know. Sure it was only in his bedroom, or wherever you two would meet. He felt comfortable with you, he wasn’t some famous idol to you. Though that was also the reason he wasn’t ready for a relationship. Because he was a famous idol. His schedule constantly taking him here and there. Having him work practically all day. He’d never have time to see you if something were to develop between the two of you.

It just, it wouldn’t be fair to you. He wasn’t so much worried about himself. He was worried about you. And maybe that’s why he didn’t want to catch feelings in the first place. Why he was so cold and never reciprocated. Never came when you asked, always having it his way. Because he hoped that you wouldn’t fall for him and vice versa. He knew that if that happened it would only end up with you getting hurt.

But it seems as if that happened anyways.

“Yah! Junhoe!”

Junhoe was quickly snapped from his thoughts as Jiwon threw a crumpled up paper at him. “Huh? What is it?”

“Um, I said. Do you have any ideas for the song?”

Junhoe just sighed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. “Let me guess, thinking about y/n? What did she text you this time?”

“Nothing, the same as last time. And the time before that. I messed up big time.”

Jiwon just laughed, clicking away at the computer as he tried to finish the song he’d been working on. “Well, you know I thought you having a friends with benefits relationship was a bad idea. And you definitely didn’t help by being so freaking one sided with it. I mean, I get we are pretty busy. But there definitely were times you could have gone to her. You just chose not to. I know why you didn’t, you know why you didn’t. But, does she know why?”

Junhoe tried to act as if he didn’t know what Jiwon was talking about, but Jiwon saw right through it. “Oh please, you think I don’t know what’s up? You don’t think you can handle a relationship right now. So, you were an ass to her hoping that she wouldn’t catch feelings. But she did, and so did you. Now you don’t know what to do about it.”

“I know what I want to do. I just, I think it’s too late for that.”

Jiwon sighed, spinning his chair to face Junhoe. Taking his attention away from the computer for the first time all night. “Look. If she really does like you, even though you treated her pretty shitty. Then maybe she’ll give you another chance. But you have to explain yourself, and be honest. She might not like it, but at least you will be telling her the truth.”

Junhoe nodded, but sighed once again as he looked at his phone to see that you still hadn’t read his message.

“That is, if I can ever get her to talk to me again.”

Jiwon now facing his computer once again just shook his head, cursing Junhoe for how oblivious he could be at times. “Don’t wait for her to talk to you. You talk to her.”

Taking in his words Junhoe checked the time then quickly got up grabbing his jacket. “Yah! We need to finish this song! The deadline is tomorrow and we are so far behind!”

“I’ll be back. But this is important.”

Practically running down the sidewalk, bumping into a few people along the way. Junhoe kept thinking back to what Jiwon said. You talk to her. He was right. This whole time he’d been waiting for you to talk to him. But he was the one who needed to talk, to explain his actions. All he needed was for you to listen. And right now that was all he could hope for as he continued on.

Approaching the building that was almost foreign to him, he stared at it for a moment. Taking a moment to try to gather his thoughts and make sure he did things right. Heading inside he tried to remember if it was floor 4 or 5. Slightly cursing himself for not knowing, he guessed as he headed up the stairs. Wanting more time to think.

Reaching floor 4 he luckily remembered which door he needed, taking a deep breath as he approached it. Preparing himself for the worst, but hoping for the best.

You hated to admit it, but here you were. Still losing sleep over Junhoe. Though you’d ended things, or so you thought. He still kept texting, and calling. Wanting to talk but never wanting to come to you to do it. And you were done giving into him.

But here you were, staring at his texts that were on your screen.

[Junhoe]: please, can we talk

[Junhoe]: I know I keep saying I’m too busy to meet you. But it’s the truth.

[Junhoe]: I promise I have a good explanation for everything

You’d attempted to type a reply a few times, but nothing felt right. What was there to say? Nothing you said ever made a difference. Nothing you said ever made him come to you, to just for once reciprocate something. Tossing your phone to the side you got up. Figuring if you couldn’t sleep you’d distract yourself with snacks or something other than Junhoe.

But as you got to the fridge, a soft knock came at your door. Looking to the clock noticing how late it was you were confused. You weren’t expecting anyone. And as you checked the peep hole you were shocked. Unlocking the door and opening it to see him standing there. A sight you had only dreamed of. Junhoe let out a sigh of relief as he saw you standing in front of him, not slamming the door in his face like he was sure he deserved.

“I’m here. And, I’m ready to talk.”

[ikonmenow]

g.junhwe -- soft tears

cr. of the gif to the rightful owner(s)

Pressure sometimes got the best of everyone, let alone stress and other causes that could be endlessly named effortlessly. Those same reasons that could be called out as the lack of affection for one’s significant other wasn’t exactly something the female wasn’t used to. Junhwe was sometimes very affectionate, most of the time that is but whenever he was mad, sad or tired, his temper got down to all the bones in his body. He was frustrating up to some point but she knew what she was signing up for when she agreed to be with him and that kept the female awake in this nightmare like days.

‘’You should eat something.’’ the female whispered to the male who was staring at the movie quietly even if he wasn’t paying attention to what the characters were doing, much less to the small flaws he usually pointed out just to annoy his girlfriend. He was in his own world; he wasn’t even ignoring her, he was thinking and inside his brain, there was a huge mess - a mess he couldn’t organize no matter how hard he tried. Maybe it was because he was tired or maybe because he was mad over some sleepless nights; all the reasons counted.

‘’Junhwe, did you hear me?’’ the female frowned, knowing that her boyfriend was just not in the mood for talking - she was understanding to the point she didn’t force him to talk or nagged at him for not talking, she was giving him time to think. He’d eventually come around and talk to her if there was the need to therefore, she let him be. But one thing was for sure, he was not responding for food and that meant it was worse than what she was thinking.

The sight of a crystal drop of water rolling down his features made the female stop everything. Her brain focused on that short yet so heavy packed demonstration of feelings; words were useless and maybe Junhwe wouldn’t find the right ones to expose to her what was going on. She went quiet, feeling her heart race as this was the first time ever her boyfriend cried in front of her, him who always seemed the one putting up with her tears was now crying, allowing her to take his role and she didn’t know how to accept it.

His eyes closed slowly, allowing a couple more to join the lonely tear racing down his cheek now near his mouth. Even though the taste of those tears was no other than salty, it was nothing compared to the taste of his feelings, the bitter ones he always seemed to keep for himself in order not to hurt the ones surrounding him.

His girlfriend shifted a bit in the couch, moving to straddle him as she sat over his lap, forcing his eyes to focus on her. In that short moment, no words were traded; he was glad the female understood that he didn’t want to talk, not in that moment. His eyes were kept on hers but hers glared at the tears, those one hundred percent pure feelings he was expelling from his body; those didn’t fit his features in her opinion, they were like attention seekers, wanting her to focus on them and that was just not what she wanted.

With these thoughts, her hands carefully took away the tears, a soft smile rushing to her lips as her hands cupped her boyfriend’s cheeks; the bags under his eyes were gently caressed by her thumbs, letting him know she cared for him more than he could ever tell. His body responded to the touch; his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as if she wasn’t close enough. His brain thought of justifying his tears to her so his lips parted to call out a couple words but the female pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, pulling away not long after. ‘’Before you blame it on the comedy we were watching, get yourself to calm down, hm?’’ she chuckled quietly, tilting her head slightly just to sigh quietly as she wanted him to calm down first.

The male snorted quietly, shaking his head slowly as for some reason her words were enough to bring his mood up, even if just the slightest; he was thankful to have her fooling around like she did. His fingers intertwined behind her back, giving her space to move freely in his lap but the female kept her upper body close to his like her life depended on it - he didn’t mind as it was just nice having her like that, close to him.

Her lips pecked his cheek gently before she pulled away to look at his features ‘’If you want to talk about it, I’m here’’ she let him know, watching him nod his head once as he sniffed quietly. The male wasn’t fully recovered but having her there with him at least was all he could ask. He felt like his worries were slowly fading from the clouded thoughts his brain insisted to keep inside his mind.

‘’I swear to god, sometimes I hate you so much.’’ he whispered after a couple more minutes, watching a soft smile grow over the female’s lips - she knew exactly what he meant with those words and it didn’t make her feel offended, the slightest ‘’I love you too, mister sulky’’

[roh-tae]

For Once

length: 1,459 words

genre: angst

 Come and see me for once, you don’t ever come to me

Your eyes slowly opened at the buzzing sound of your phone at your bedside. It was late, you already knew that. But the screen showing the time of 2:30 am still surprised you. And so did the text you eyes fell upon.

[Junhoe]: Do you wanna hang right now?

You scoffed. Hang wasn’t exactly what you would call it. Nor did you particularly want to hang at 2:30 am. But the two of you had this thing going, and you had sent him one or two of these type of texts before late at night. So you couldn’t criticize too much.

Taking a moment to think, if you really wanted to make the drive to wherever he would be when you could just go back to sleep. You ended up getting up anyways. Setting your phone down as you quickly pulled on some leggings and a t-shirt. Not like he would mind. Then making your way to the front door of your apartment, sliding on your shoes, you left.

As you sat at a stoplight, you began to wonder what you were doing. This “relationship” with Junhoe, really wasn’t a relationship. Nor was it something you had ever really saw yourself being involved in. It started off as a simple hookup. But then, as his idol life became more hectic, and trying to find a girlfriend wasn’t something he necessarily wanted to do or was successful at. He turned to you to help with his, needs. And you didn’t mind. You knew you were strong enough to not develop feelings or let yourself fall for him.

But now, you wondered what you were doing. It was almost 3 in the morning, and here you were driving across the city just to help him satisfy his needs. And that’s how it always was. Whenever he needed you, you stopped what you were doing and you were there for him. Thinking it would work both ways, that you two could call each other whenever you wanted or needed. But if you ever asked him to come to you, forget it. There was always an excuse.

I’m busy.

I have a shoot tomorrow.

Gonna be at the studio all night.

He always had a reason not to come to you. And it didn’t bother you at first. He was a famous idol, and his schedules were demanding. You knew that going into this “relationship.” But now, you realized that maybe it did bother you. The more you thought about it, the more you began to realize that, maybe he was just using you for his needs. And maybe you had caught a bit of feelings. Not that you’d ever admit that to him, knowing he’d call you crazy.

Despite how you felt, you were still driving to see him. Like always.

But this time it would be different. You wouldn’t let him get what he wanted, not without getting something in return. And no not to get him to do the work for once, you wanted some answers. For yourself, and your sanity.

You pulled up to the apartment building your GPS had led you to. This is new, you thought to yourself. Normally it was the dorm, sometimes the studio. But no matter the location, you always came to him. Sending him a text, Junhoe responded saying he’d meet you at the front door.

You waited until you saw him coming down the stairs. Dressed in sweats, his hair messy under his hood. His group was having a comeback soon, this was how Junhoe dressed whenever a comeback was around the corner. Opening the door with a slight smile, you just raised an eyebrow.

“Do you know what time it is? This is late, even for you.”

Kissing his cheek then following behind him, he led you the stairs and into the unfamiliar apartment. Noticing your confused expression, he explained this was his friends place. And that friend was out of town for a little while, so he was letting Junhoe crash here while preparing for the comeback.

You sat down on the couch, Junhoe soon following suit, but the silence in the room was deafening. He scrolled through his phone while you sighed, questioning why you bothered coming. But things were always this way, so you really shouldn’t have expected anything different.

“Something wrong?” Junhoe questioned, not looking away from him phone, but him hand lightly caressing your shoulder. Making you smirk, along with a slight chuckle as you sat up, turning to face him.

“Is this all this is ever going to be?”

His expression changed a bit at your tone, as he set his phone down turning to look at you. “What do you mean?” His words only making you shake your head. Was he really that oblivious? Or did he just like ticking you off?

“You know exactly what I mean, don’t play dumb. This.” You pointed to the two of you, your voice getting a bit louder the more angry you became. “Me always dropping what I’m doing. Always coming when you ask, but you never reciprocating. I mean, would it kill you to come and see me for once?”

“Oh come on y/n, why do you have to start? You knew what this was going into it.”

“I thought, I thought I knew. But, now I’ve realized this is solely for you to get what you want. You don’t care about me, you just want me to satisfy your wants and needs whenever you ask. At first I didn’t mind, but, now. I just don’t think I can keep doing this.”

Junhoe laughed, only making you want to slap the smirk off his face. “You caught feelings? I thought we both agreed that was a no no. Look, I care about you, it’s just. My schedule, you knew what my life was like. If you didn’t want to deal with that, then you should have just told me so in the beginning. It’s not like you aren’t getting anything out of this. So what if I don’t feel like driving to you, or god forbid I’m busy when you ask.”

“Every time? You’re busy every single time I have asked you to come to me? Bullshit. But, you said it yourself, you don’t feel like driving to me. That’s fine, now I know where you stand. All along this has been one sided, and I just wish I would have seen it earlier. So I didn’t look so stupid, thinking that I was wrong and maybe you weren’t using me.”

You got up, making your way toward the door. Junhoe sighing as he followed you, trying to stop you but you didn’t want to hear it. “Look, I’m sorry. Alright? But, y/n you’ve changed. You never let me know you were feeling this way before. And all of a sudden you spring this on me? That it bothers you this much that I don’t come to you? You want this to be over, then fine. Things change, people change. It doesn’t matter to me.”

The two of you stood in silence, looking from the floor to one another. Was there anything left to say? His words were pretty harsh, and at this point you could care less what he thought of you and if you had ‘changed’ or not. But part of you was wondering if he truly didn’t care if you just left, and never saw him again.

“So that’s it? This, it’s finished?” He nodded his head, making you reach for the doorknob to let yourself out. “Anything else?”

He looked at you for a moment, his expression cocky and careless as he finally shook his head no.

It had been a few months, one or two, since you’d spoken to Junhoe. No texts were exchanged, and he’d kept himself pretty busy with his music. You’d be lying if you didn’t say you slightly missed his late night texts. Maybe you did catch some feelings, maybe you did secretly want more. But that wasn’t in the cards for the two of you. You should have expected that from the beginning.

So there you were. Lying in bed, the night slowly creeping into early morning as you couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Sighing, you rolled over, grabbing your phone to scroll through some app of yours to make yourself tired.

But before you could select one, a text popped up at the top of the screen. Surprising you as you saw the name along with it.

[Junhoe]: Can’t sleep. Thought maybe we could talk?

Opening your messages, you swiped up on the screen to reveal the keyboard. Your fingers hovering over the letters before typing your response.

[You]: Come and see me for once?

Maybe my endings will get better as I get back into the swing of writing? But yes I am back from being gone for what feels like forever. Hopefully you guys like this first scenario after my long break from writing? Also hope the person who requested like this as well!

[domjaehyun]

I saw iKon in your tags and damn,,,,,do I want junhwe to absolutely r u i n me tbh. him an donghyuk. preferably simultaneously - berry

y E s (hi nice to meet you berry!!! i’m jewel but you can call me jizz on this blog hehe)

oh my god imagine junhwe just,,,, fisting your hair as you’re on your knees in front of him and sucking his cock and you’re tearing up because he keeps pushing your head down and making you deep throat him while you’ve got a hand wrapped around donghyuk’s cock, pumping up and down as he’s whining like the little BRAT he probably is and when junhwe’s finished in your mouth and made you swallow it, he cups your chin and brings his face to yours in a filthy, messy kiss before pushing you towards the bed onto your hands and knees and entering you from behind while you give donghyuk little kitten licks to get him hard again before blowing his fucking brAInS out 

by the time donghyuk’s back in action, junhwe’s pretty much succeeded in his crusade to blow your fucking back out and has left gradually reddening scratches down your back and up your thighs before stilling in you and filling you with his cum with a barely restrained growl. he pulls out of you and pushes your front down so your ass is sticking up in the air before he and donghyuk switch places, with donghyuk sliding into you easily with a slap to your ass. junhwe situates himself under you and abuses the shit out of your breasts, sucking on them, kneading your nipple and biting the other one, humming eagerly as your breasts are sent into his face with every thrust from donghyuk

[domjiwon]

Omgg what about a junhwe drabble “do i not fuck You enough you’re so tight”

this one goes out to u anon and chip @pyotatochip cuz tbh the only reason why im writing it rn is cuz she asked me to____

Junhwe is putting on a condom, kneeling between your spread open legs.

“C’mooooon, hurry up.” You’ve been fucking a lot lately, but instead of satiating your needs it’s just made them stronger.

“I’m going, babe,” he chuckles.

He slips two fingers in you again, stretching them open inside you to make sure he won’t hurt you. Then he pushes inside, grunting, lower lip between his teeth.

“Shit,” you let out, high-pitched, as you feel him fill you to the brim. He thrusts forward and back out again to get back in deeper.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans. “Do I not fuck you enough? You’re so tight.”

The dirty words make you arch your back and gasp as he pushes in harder, finally properly fucking you into the bed.

[youtried-fanfiction]

gimme some of that tender chicken.

[infinitum-imaginaerum]

junhoe, 14. Just once

14. Just once; Junhoe

You hadn’t seen Junhoe in a while, so naturally you missedhim.

You were grounded by your guardian, aka your big brother,for sneaking out in the middle of the night to go see him. Ever since then, youhad spent most of your time cooped up in your room with nothing but yourcellphone and June’s loving words cascading over your screen.

But it wasn’t enough for him, and you knew that. He hatedthat he couldn’t see you during the day because he was busy, but now hecouldn’t see you during the night, either. All because of your overlyprotective older brother. Junhoe had enough of the texting. It was getting lateso he figured he’d call you instead. The phone rang in your hand and youcontemplated for quite a while whether or not to answer.

Ultimately, you did. “Hello?”

“Hey; sorry I just wanted to hear your voice. What are youdoing?” he asked you. He sounded like he was walking pretty fast as he slightlyhuffed into the phone.

“I’m just sitting in bed. What are you doing?” you asked him suspiciously.

“Well, I’m coming to see you, of course,” he told you, agrin spreading across his face even when you began protesting. You tried to doso quietly, knowing your brother was fully awake still and not too far awayfrom you since your room was closest to the living room. He begged you, almost,pleading to see you. “I haven’t seen you in two weeks! Please?” he whined onthe other side of the line.

You sighed. You wanted to see him, too; you couldn’t denythat, but now was not really a great time. There was no way you’d be able tosneak out undetected and mostly likely get into even more trouble than youalready were in.  “Fine, June. But justthis once!”

“Okay, just once, I promise,” he said. “Open your window, I’mcoming up.”

Your eyes snapped over to your room window. There was a treeclose enough to it to allow Junhoe to get in, but what would happen if yourbrother caught him in your room? It would be the end of you, for sure. “June!What are you doing?” you angrily whispered into the receiver as you stood fromyour bed to head over to the window. You opened it and poked your head out. “KooJunhoe!” you called to him.

He grinned at you, pocketing his phone. He grabbed onto thelower tree branches, hoisting himself up to climb up to you. You repeatedlychecked the door, making sure you were still in the clear as you tried to be asquiet as possible—keeping Junhoe quiet was a different story. He had gottenhigh enough for him to go out on one of the limbs and make it into your windowbefore you moved, letting him grab onto the ledge to hoist himself in.

Junhoe slithered to the floor, trying to be as quiet aspossible and you just watched him until he stood. That smile, that irresistiblesmile—you couldn’t stay mad at him for showing up so unannounced.  But you missed him so dearly, you weren’t sureyou could stay mad anyway now that he was here.

He stood up, towering over you to take you cheeks into hiswarm hands, his lips pressing against yours so that he could hum into yourmouth in a most desired kiss. Your hands grabbed his shirt as he walked youbackwards, over to your bed to pin you down on it. He crawled on top of you,that kiss becoming needier, the longingness still extremely present.

You pushed back on his shoulder. “You’re going to get me inso much trouble,” you whispered to him, hands planted on either side of you tokeep you pinned against the bed.

“It’s just once,” he reminded you.

“I’m already in trouble! If he finds you in here, I’mnothing short of dead!” you protested a little too loudly and Junhoe slapped ahand over your mouth to keep you quiet. He listened carefully, listening forfootsteps that were approaching your room quickly. Junhoe jumped off the bedand dashed for your closet, smashing himself in there to mask between theclothes just as the door opened.

“Who are you talking to? Junhoe isn’t here, is he?” yourbrother asked you, looking around the room. He would have been more suspiciousif Junhoe didn’t have the mind to close the window once he came in, but hestill was wary. He looked slowly around your room, not even listening to youranswer which was I’m not talking toanybody. He squinted at you. “Do you know how much trouble you’d be in ifthat boy was in your room?” he asked you. You barely nodded, trying yourhardest not to glance over to the closet to give Junhoe’s location away.

“Go to bed, it’s late,” he told you. He acted so much likeyour dad, it was annoying. You were a full grown adult already and you didn’tneed him talking to you like he was your babysitter. He closed the door behindhim and Junhoe gave it a solid few seconds before emerging from the closet. Hecame over to you and sat down on the bed, bringing you into his arms, into hislap to snuggle you.

“That was a close one,” you whispered, letting Junhoe resthis head on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around you.

“I’ve missed you,” he purred into your ear, overjoyed tohave you back in his arms.  

You replied the same, relishing in the feel of his warm bodyon your back, his strong arms around you, his soft voice in your ear.   You knew this was going to be more than aone-time thing, whether or not you were grounded; especially as he laid youdown, cuddling with you on top of your bed. You laid with him, head on his chest as you listened to him talk to youabout the last couple of weeks, about what was going on in his life. You lovedhearing him talk to you, that soft rasp of his voice almost lulled you tosleep, though.

His fingers laced with yours tightened, giving you a squeezethat reassured you that he missed you, even if he didn’t tell you enough. Hourspassed that you just laid there, listening to his heart, listening to himbreath, listening to him talk. You were sure you fell asleep a couple of times,but he didn’t care. He enjoyed your presence, just lying there with you.  

Yeah, it definitely wasn’t going to be a one-time thing.

You missed this way too much.