Comforting kisses - Jun to Minji
Prompt: Comforting kisses: Jun walks into find Minji sitting on the bed, shoulders shaking, cheeks wet. Minji looks up, face looking stricken for a moment. Jun is shocked, and quietly says Minji’s name. At this, Minji breaks, face crumpling, and only barely has time to reach both hands out for Jun before he is there, kneeling at her feet. He takes her hands first, kissing their knuckles and palms. Then reaches up to hold her face, pressing soft kisses around her cheeks, her lips, murmuring “it’s okay” and “you’re alright” and “I’m here” in between.
“Hey,” Jun started as he walked in the door, head down. He ruffled his hair quickly, turning to close the door and setting his notebook down on the desk by the door. “They’re serving dinner now. It actually had a pleasant smell coming from the cafeteria. Wanna go grab a bi…te?”
Jun had finally looked up to Minji sitting on her bed, legs pulled up against her chest, tear tracks on her cheeks and a look of horror on her face. She had forgotten to lock the door. She didn’t want him to see her like this. She didn’t want him to feel guilty. The door was supposed to be locked in case he showed up. The door. Was supposed. To be loc-
“Minji….. Minji, what’s-”
He could barely finish the question before she broke at the sound of her name coming from his lips. She reaches out for him, almost falling off the bed in the process and causing Jun to quickly jump over and help her stay steady on the mattress. His knees hit the floor, holding both her hands in his, light kisses being placed to the backs of each as a way to make sure she was okay from her near fall, placing her palms to his face to leave tiny kisses there, trying to get her to look at him.
Her tears were falling even harder now. Was it from relief? Was it from embarrassment? Minji sure as hell didn’t know. Just that tears wouldn’t stop, that she couldn’t look at him. But each kiss was a little distracting, pulling her head up slightly, eyes opening to glance at him though all she could see was a black haired blur through her teary kaleidoscope.
That was good enough for Jun. He wrapped her arms around his neck and climbed up on the bed with her, holding her face in his hands and leaving kisses everywhere: her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids, her lips. He wanted her to know he was there, he was real, he had her. Each kiss carried his need for her to know he was there and he kept whispering in the breaths he took, not letting up on the kisses he left on her.
“I have you.
I’m right here.
It’s okay.
I love you.
I am right here.”