#junsuh.

[lightpatch]

[ TEXT SENT 1/29/2020 AT 7PM GMT ]: so, when am i going to get that shirt back?

Hitting ‘send’, Jun settles into his sofa, still dressed for work and feeling the exhaustion settling in that usually hits him around this time. There’s a certain degree of excitement, and perhaps a little bit of anxiety as well mixed in with that, and he does’t quite know what to do with it all in combination. Mia is different. He’s known that she’s different from when they’d met this past weekend, and he knows now that he feels it deeply enough to want to reach out to her with any possible excuse to see her again. Even on another work night. Staying up past his bed time is worth it when it’s for her, and he knows that he’s probably too intense about it, but that’s just the way that he’s functioning when it comes to this.

Dating has always been something that he hasn’t taken too seriously, but somehow, this feels like more than dating. He tries not to stare at his text app too much as he waits for a response back, scrolling lazily through his twitter instead.

[onethrills]

Nerves make it difficult for him to focus on driving, hands tapping on the wheel as he sits in traffic, impatient and a little bit frazzled. Jun’s mind is only on one thing, hyper-focused to go along with the fluttering in his chest, in his tummy. Knowing that he’s finally going to meet Rosie face to face puts him on edge and somehow settles him at the very same time, and while the majority of him is all nervous energy for all the reason that it might go wrong, there’s also a good portion of him that believes it’ll only be good for them. Their natural chemistry has made him feel since the very beginning, and he’s done things with her, for her, that he’s never done with any other girl. Sure, he’s dated in the past, and he’s had his fair share of hook-ups as well, but he’s never been so hopelessly devoted to someone as he’s been to her. The entirety of their relationship has been online, on the phone, atypical for him because he feels so strongly for someone he’s never even touched. Fuck, he’s got it bad, and he knows he does.

Arriving close to the little restaurant that they’re set to meet at, it takes a while for him to find parking, and even then he’s a block away. He doesn’t mind the walk, though. It gives him time to clear his head and make sure he isn’t absurdly on edge should she be there already when he walks in. There’s a little bit of him that worries that maybe she won’t be who she says she is, or that she’ll stand him up, but he’s willing to take that risk because he cares about her so goddamn much it makes him ache sometimes. It’s both a relief and anxiety-inducing when he finally pushes his way inside and takes a look around, not spotting her right away. He waits for the host to seat him, and orders some wine, asking their waitress to leave the bottle at the table. Then he settles in to wait. / @lacedfavors​.