author's note: i fell in love with him and his music, so i became inspired and wanted to write something for him. i hope you enjoy. one like and i will do a part 2.
The late afternoon sunlight poured into your living room, bathing the space in a warm golden glow. You were curled up on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, when you heard the unmistakable sound of Junwon's keys jingling at the door.
"Baby, I'm home," his familiar voice called out, soft and warm like honey.
You barely had time to respond before you heard the quick patter of Holly’s paws against the floor. Her little tail wagged furiously as she greeted Junwon, bouncing with excitement.
"Hey, Holly!" Junwon laughed, crouching down to ruffle her fur. “Missed you too, girl.” Holly barked once, as if in agreement, before trotting back to her spot on her fluffy bed in the corner of the room.
Junwon stood up, his eyes immediately finding yours. His face softened, and the tired lines you noticed earlier seemed to disappear. He set his things down and crossed the room, pulling you into his arms before you could even ask how his day was. His body heat enveloped you as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his stubble lightly grazing your skin.
"Hi," he murmured against your collarbone, his voice muffled and low.
"Hi," you replied, laughing softly. "Rough day?"
"Not really," he admitted, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. "Just... been thinking about you a lot today."
There was something about the way he said it, his fingers tracing absent-minded circles on your thigh, that sent a shiver down your spine.
"Yeah? What were you thinking about?" you teased, your fingers playing with the strings of his hoodie.
Junwon’s lips curved into a small, shy smile, but his eyes told a deeper story. "You. Us. The future," he said softly, his hand now resting protectively over your stomach, even though there was nothing there—yet.
Your heart skipped a beat, and you raised an eyebrow. "The future, huh? Care to elaborate?"
He hesitated for a moment, his thumb brushing lightly over your hip. "I saw this couple today at the café," he started, his tone soft and full of wonder. "They had this little baby, and I don’t know... something about it just made me think of you. Of us. Of how amazing you'd be as a mom."
His words hung in the air, and you could feel your cheeks heating up. "Junwon..."
"I mean it," he said, his voice a mix of sincerity and longing. "I keep imagining us with a little one. You, holding our baby, looking as beautiful as you always do. Me, spoiling them rotten and stealing your cuddles when they’re asleep. Even Holly—she’d probably try to guard them, wouldn’t you, Holly?"
At the sound of her name, Holly perked up from her bed, tilting her head curiously. You both laughed, the image of your dog keeping watch over a baby suddenly feeling so vivid and real.
"Junwon, you have baby fever, don’t you?"
Junwon groaned, burying his face in your neck again. "Maybe I do," he mumbled. "But can you blame me? You’d make the most beautiful family with me."
You giggled, threading your fingers through his hair as he tightened his arms around you, his body pressing against yours in a way that made your breath hitch.
"Junwon," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah?"
You tilted his chin up so his eyes met yours. "Maybe one day," you said, your lips brushing his as you spoke. "But for now..."
He kissed you before you could finish, his lips soft and tender against yours. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.
"For now," he murmured between kisses, "I’m perfectly happy just practicing."
Holly let out a soft yawn from her bed, as if to say, Here they go again.
And with that, the afternoon melted away, leaving only the warmth of his touch, Holly’s quiet presence, and the undeniable love that filled the room.
Junwon didn’t know why he liked you so much – okay, that was a lie. He did know why. He had liked you from the day you’d first met, and the list of whys was endless.
Unlike his quiet and reserved self, you were wild and loud. You took command of any room without trying while he had to fight to be noticed. You contrasted one another vastly, so much so that you were almost the complete opposites, and yet his heart still managed to pound every time you were near.
Sitting on the hard-wood floor of the studio, Junwon watched you run through the choreography for his latest song, counting out the steps as the rest of the dance-troop tried to keep up with you.
He was out of breath and queasy after having spent a majority of the day learning your choreography. It didn’t help that he wasn’t in his best condition. Your eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror, narrowing immediately as you stepped out of the formation to approach him.
All afternoon you two had thrown low comments at one another – you’d dragged him in to learn his choreo when he was meant to be resting at home, recovering from a sudden cold. If it had been anyone else, he would have told them to leave him alone, but it was you and he found it hard to say no despite his health.
‘Yah, Park Junwon,’ you chide, wiping the sweat from your brow, ‘Are you slacking off right now?’
‘I’m tired,’ Junwon defends to which you responded with a light kick to his leg.
‘We’re all tired!’
Even as you kicked him, he couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in his stomach – well now that he thought of it, the churning could have been because he was unwell.
Frenemies – that was the label everyone had put your relationship under, thanks to your constant bickering and arguing. It was rare for you two to be in the same room without throwing snide comments at one another. Most people would have found Junwon’s enjoyment in your low-digs sadistic, but to him it meant that you noticed him despite his shy trait.
‘One more minute,’ Junwon begs, his hand resting on the calf of your leg that you’d positioned strategically as if waiting for the chance to kick him, ‘One more minute then I’ll keep going.’
You looked down at him as he run a hand through his hair, his cheeks slightly sunken from having skipped meals due to the stress of his job. He did look tired – not just physically but mentally as well.
Crouching, you grabbed at his chin and turned his face to look at you, your eyes scanning him worriedly, ‘Yah, Junwon...Are you okay? Are you sick?’
‘Idiot, I told you that I wasn’t feeling well when you showed up at my apartment,’ he tells you with an eye-roll, pulling his face away from your touch, his cheeks glowing red. He should have been used to your touch after you two hitting each other so often, but it was rare for you to be this gentle; so rare that it left him blushing like a school-girl.
All joking aside, you worriedly pulled his face back, trapped between your palms as you moved closer, noting his blood-shot eyes and his grayish skin tone, ‘I thought you were just trying to get out of learning the choreo,’ you admit guiltily as you checked his temperature.
‘I’m fine, Y/N,’ Junwon tells you as he pulls away for the second time, embarrassed. You straightened yourself and offered your hand for him to take which he ignored.
Opting to stand on his own, Junwon was half-standing when he was hit with a dizzy spell, falling into you as he lost his step.
‘Yah!’ you yelled in panic as you managed to catch him before he hit the ground.
‘I’m okay,’ Junwon tell you softly as you helped him to stand straight, your arm secure around his waist as you held on to him, worried he’d drop at any second.
‘You’re clearly not,’ you argue, pulling his arm around the back of your neck so that you could better support him, ‘Come on, you need to rest.’
He whined in response though was quickly cut off by you telling your team that practice was over for today and that you’d re-group tomorrow.
Embarrassed of you seeing him look so pathetic, Junwon attempted to unwind himself from you but froze when you entwined your fingers with his hand, forcing him to your side.
‘I’m fine,’ he tries again, conscious of just how close you were, ‘I can walk on my own!’
‘Shut up,’ you say with an eye-roll as you navigated your way through the HQ hallways and towards the sick-bay, ‘Why does everything have to be a fight with you?’
‘You can talk,’ he responds before squeezing his eyes shut with annoyance knowing he’d just proven your statement to be 200% true.
Closing the door after entering the room, you attempted to settle Junwon gently down on the bed though failed epically as he flopped onto the mattress, letting out a curse as he went.
‘Sorry,’ you apologize as you helped him to get comfortable, tucking a pillow under his head as you commanded, ‘Stay here, I’ll be right back.’
Junwon did as you asked, though he sat up and attempted to blink away the black spots that were appearing more and more every time he did so. It was official – he’d over-done it and now he was going to die in front of the woman he’d been crushing on for months.
‘Ah, so embarrassing,’ he tells himself with a shake of his head, ‘What loser almost faints from standing up too fast?’
‘One that doesn’t take his health seriously,’ you say as you re-enter the room, an energy bar and a large bottle of water in your hands, ‘If you were this sick, you should have told me that you couldn’t train, Junwon!’
‘You dragged me out of my apartment!’
You glared at him as you handed him a bottle of water and painkillers that you’d found in the cupboard among other medicines, ‘You said you had a headache, not that you were going through cold symptoms and had been ordered to stay home! Jay nearly bit my head off out there!’
‘He was mad with you? I should go speak—,’ Junwon starts though you cut him off by dabbing at his face with a cloth, attempting to wipe away his sweat while he drank from the bottle.
‘Leave it, it’s my fault,’ you tell him as you finishing cleaning his face, your eyes narrowed in concentration. You were inches away from him and he could feel his heart begin to race. He wandered if you could hear it pounding; if you knew that that was what you did to him.
Without thinking, Junwon’s hand gently grabbed at your outstretched wrist, your eyes widening at the contact before meeting his gaze, ‘What are you doing?’
Junwon placed your hand above his heart and kept it there; ‘I think there’s something wrong with my chest,’ he tells you quietly as you turned your gaze down to your hands, the erratic heartbeat vibrating through your palm. Junwon swallowed and prepared himself to carry out the rest of his confession. He was meant to say, ‘it only beats like this when you’re around,’ but was beaten by your gasp.
‘Are you okay?’ you ask worried, your eyes wide and unable to look away from your joined hands, ‘Shit, I think I should take you to a doctor!’
Junwon snorted at your ruining of the romantic moment he’d tried to build, ‘You idiot, forget it.’
‘You’re the idiot,’ you retort, your hand still on his chest though he’d long let go of your wrist, ‘Why’d you even come to the studio with me Junwon! You’ve probably made your cold five times worse than what it was!’
Junwon smiled as you busied yourself, watching you move around the room with confidence. It was clear that you were familiar with this place though it was his first time using it personally. He wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t the first person to pass out after your grueling sessions.
As you wrung the cloth out at the sink in the corner of the room, he answered honestly, ‘You asked me to come. How could I refuse?’
You scoffed in response as you pushed him back so that he was laying once more, laying the cloth across his forehead carefully.
He let you nurse him, watching as you unwrapped the energy bar and offered it to him, ‘Eat this and drink more water. If you’re dehydrated it’ll make your cold even worse.’
Junwon listened, shifting slightly so that you could sit on the edge of the bed, still fussing over how pale he looked. Even with the amount of bickering and fighting, it was clear that you cared – it was the first time Junwon had ever realized it.
Junwon washed the bar down with water and went as far as to open his mouth to show you he’d eaten it. You nodded, satisfied that he’d listened without putting up too much of a fight.
After a moment of silence, you sighed and reluctantly shifted away from him, readying yourself to leave, ‘I should probably go...You need to rest.’
‘Stay.’
You looked at him over your shoulder; his forehead covered with an orange cloth, and his skin slick with a mixture of cold-sweats and water that showed you hadn’t wrung the cloth properly. He looked a hot mess, but that didn’t stop you from slowly nodding in agreement, ‘O-kay.’
Junwon shifted so that he was pressed against the wall and pet the space beside him on the bed. You sighed but lowered yourself beside him, the two of you staring up at the ceiling in silence.
It was Junwon who broke the peace by confessing, ‘I like you.’
He was bursting with confidence tonight and you put it down to his symptoms.
Your head rolled to look at Junwon who was still staring at the ceiling, avoiding your wide-eyed gaze though he could feel it burning on his face. You’d never thought you’d hear those words leave his mouth, so much so that you almost doubted you’d heard him right.
‘It’s true,’ he says quietly, ‘I’ve liked you for a long time,’ he confesses, ‘I just...thought I’d tell you that.’
Unable to respond, still in shock and slight denial of these happenings, you remained quiet, trying to process it all; ‘Say something,’ Junwon begs, turning his head to look at you.
‘Thank you,’ you blurt out before cringing, squeezing your eyes tight as if that would help you to disappear. Thank you? Wow, you really were an idiot.
‘Uh,’ Junwon swallowed with uncertainty, ‘You’re welcome?’
You could hear it in his tone that he was disappointed – what man wouldn’t be? But your mind was still wheeling from his confession. He liked you? Why? You were as happy as you were confused; who wouldn’t be happy, knowing that their crush liked them back? But he’d never given you any signs of liking you before - you two fought more than you actually ever talked, though admittedly, you found that part of your strange relationship the most endearing.
Despite his innocent aura, he definitely knew how to get on your nerves, so much so that it had practically become a game between you both.
You were lost in your thoughts; you’d always accepted that that was just how it would always be between you two – fun, games and unrequited love.
The shifting of the bed brought you back from your thoughts. Junwon was sitting up and attempting to escape your presence by shuffling himself towards the end of the bed.
You reacted immediately, sitting up to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a back hug that had him stiffen at your touch, ‘Where are you going?’
Junwon didn’t want to answer because he knew you would hear the disappointment – and the embarrassment – in his tone. Instead he hung his head and rested his hand on your clasped ones.
Resting your chin on his shoulder and your embrace tightening, you murmur, ‘I like you too, Junwon.’
‘You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,’ he tells you quietly.
You responded by flicking his ear and causing him to hiss at the pain, ‘Yah, why would I waste my time lying about this?’
‘You didn’t have to hit me!’
‘Don’t be such a baby!’ you retort, though you gently rubbed at the ear you’d just flicked to soothe it, apologetic.
Junwon shifted, still in your arms and beamed, ‘You like me?’
‘Don’t smile like that, you’re sweaty and gross right now,’ you tell him, suddenly shy as he smiled happily.
You released him a second later and fell back on to the bed, your stomach knotted with nerves. You were so used to his scowls that you hadn’t been prepared for a killer smile like that.
Junwon quickly followed, laying down comfortably before forcing you to turn, pulling your arm around his waist; ‘You’re sly,’ you tell him with an eye-roll but settled into the new position, ignoring his grin that refused to falter.
‘I’ve been waiting for this for months,’ he tells you as he engulfs you with his own hug, ‘So bare with me. The closest we’ve ever gotten like this is when you wrestled me over a pair of sponsored sunglasses.’
‘You didn’t need that second pair,’ you tell him with a huff to which he chuckled.
‘I gave them to you anyway,’ he reminds you, his lips at your forehead, ‘Remember?’
Rolling your eyes in response, you sighed and settled in, ‘You were meant to be resting, not starting a relationship.’
‘It’s not my fault my nurse was so pretty.’
‘I smell like sweat and my hair is a mess.’
‘Yeah,’ Junwon agrees, taking in your dance get-up that you were wearing for practice, ‘You’re right.’
You slapped at his arm causing him to laugh and embrace you tighter his face nuzzling against yours as he kept you from squirming away; ‘No hitting!’
‘No kissing!’ you tell him as he pecked at your lips lightly, sneaking another kiss as soon as you settled down, ‘You’re sick!’
He laughed loudly and kissed your lips again though this time you were ready, responding to it with a gentleness that Junwon couldn’t have imagined you possessed. Pulling away seconds later, Junwon pressed his forehead to yours and grins happily, ‘I’m glad I almost fainted. The embarrassment was worth gaining you as my girlfriend.’
‘Girlfriend? Says who?’ you question teasingly while he sucked in air between his teeth as if chastising you.
‘No arguments! Only kisses!’ he says before adding, ‘...Girlfriend.’
You snorted, hiding the smile on your lips as you answered, ‘Okay. Whatever. Boyfriend.’
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm orange hue over the cozy apartment you and Junwon called home. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, and Holly was sprawled out lazily on her bed in the corner, her fluffy tail twitching occasionally. You glanced at her with a soft smile as you clutched the small box in your hand, your heart pounding louder than it had ever before.
It had been weeks of trying, weeks of hope and longing wrapped around every late-night conversation and morning kiss. Junwon had been your biggest cheerleader through it all, his gentle encouragement making the process feel less daunting.
Today was the day you decided to test again. You had been feeling off for a couple of days—slightly more tired, a little queasy in the mornings—but you hadn’t dared to let your hopes soar just yet.
Junwon was in the kitchen, humming a soft tune under his breath as he prepared dinner, completely oblivious to the life-altering revelation you were holding in your hands.
“Jun,” you called, your voice barely above a whisper.
He turned around immediately, his face lighting up at the sight of you. “Hey, babe. Dinner’s almost ready. What’s up?”
You bit your lip, tears already brimming in your eyes. Without saying a word, you walked over to him and handed him the positive pregnancy test. His eyes widened as he looked down, his brows furrowing as he processed what he was seeing.
“Is this—” He looked back up at you, his voice catching. “Are we—?”
You nodded, unable to hold back a watery laugh as the tears spilled down your cheeks. “We’re having a baby, Jun.”
For a moment, he just stood there, staring at you like you had just told him the most incredible secret in the world—which, in a way, you had. Then, in a burst of pure joy, he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around.
“Oh my God!” he exclaimed, laughing and crying all at once. “We’re having a baby!”
Holly, startled by the sudden commotion, lifted her head and let out a small bark, her tail wagging as she trotted over to investigate. Junwon set you down gently, crouching to Holly’s level.
“Holly,” he said, his voice still filled with awe. “You’re gonna be a big sister!”
The dog tilted her head as if trying to understand, then gave Junwon’s face a few enthusiastic licks, which made both of you laugh.
Junwon stood up and pulled you close again, his hands resting protectively on your still-flat stomach. “I can’t believe it,” he murmured, his voice soft now. “You’re really carrying our baby.”
You nodded, resting your forehead against his. “It doesn’t feel real yet. But it is, Jun. We’re going to be parents.”
For the rest of the evening, the two of you couldn’t stop talking about the future. Junwon kept alternating between being giddy and emotional, imagining everything from what the baby would look like to what kind of personality they might have.
“Do you think they’ll like music?” he asked at one point, his head resting on your lap as you absentmindedly played with his hair. Holly was curled up beside him, her head resting on his chest.
“Of course,” you said with a smile. “How could they not with you as their dad?”
He looked up at you, his eyes filled with so much love it made your heart ache. “And you as their mom. They’re going to be amazing.”
Later that night, as you lay in bed wrapped in Junwon’s arms, he kissed your temple and whispered, “This baby is the luckiest kid in the world because they’re going to have you as their mom.”
You turned to face him, your hand resting over his heart. “And they’re going to have you as their dad,” you whispered back.
Holly let out a contented sigh from her spot at the foot of the bed, as if she already knew that life was about to get even more wonderful.
As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but think that this was just the beginning of the most beautiful chapter of your lives.
