☁️ everything is fictional and should not be taken as reality or representations. mentions of food, unhealthy habits (if you squint?), endearments, horrible posture.
for event: words i needed to hear
requested by anon
the scattered papers on the low dining table in your living room reflects your mental state like a mirror, jun steps into the living room holding a pot of ramen noodles with a hand towel. he placed the pot in front of you after finding a space where you did not have any of your papers on, “not now, i’m still doing work.” not even bothering to cast him a glance as you continued sorting through your papers.
he packs up the table gingerly, smoothing out any creases on the papers caused by your distress as much as he could and placing it on the floor next to the table. this action prompted your mini outburst as you were already stressed enough from all the work not being up to your standard — and your professor grading standards — “jun!”
sitting up straight from your prior, prawn-like posture, you looked up at him posing like a disappointed mother with his hands on his hips and jutting one side out more. “you’re finally looking at me,” he raises an eyebrow at you and proceeds to push the pot closer to you, gesturing for you to start eating. “i don’t have time for this, jun.”
upon your lack of endearment, his shoulders slumped forward and he let out a silent sigh. you would normally call him cute names, your tone further adding to the disappointment in his chest. but he pulls his shoulder back again, determined to get you to rest.
he picks up the fork from the table and sets it in your hand, “eat.”
you were gobbling down your ramen in anger, your hands were trembling and it hurt his heart to see you act this way. “what’s wrong, baobei?”
“nothing is going my way, the grades from the preliminary tests are not good, and i’m not good.” you swallowed down the last few strands of ramen and reached out for your papers. jun immediately stopped your fingers from touching the papers and holding your fingers gently as if you’d break if he held any tighter.
“baby, you’re doing more than enough, you hear me?” he caresses the pad of your thumb with his, “you’re enough.”
