Hy there! i saw your post open arms and you're safe in my arm's and i love it!!! Can i request jun x reader girlfriend being focus with her friend and completely forgotten her boyfriend till jun being cute lil possessive trying separate them? Thank you!
COME BACK TO ME
(Wen Junhui x FemReader)
*Fluff, light angst, slice of life*
It started with a weekend plan that didn’t involve him.
Jun hadn’t minded at first. He knew how much Y/N loved her friends especially her childhood bestie who had flown in for a short visit. He encouraged her to spend time with them, even dropped her off at the café with a warm kiss on her forehead and a playful, “Don’t forget me, okay?”
But now, three days later, Jun sat on the couch in their shared apartment, pouting.
She hadn’t forgotten him… had she?
It wasn’t that she hadn’t texted at all. She had. A few good morning messages, the occasional photo of her and her friend at a restaurant or at the park. But he’d noticed the shift. The replies were slower, the calls shorter. Every time he asked, “When are you coming home?” she’d say, “Soon!” but soon never came.
Jun wasn’t the jealous type.
Well. He wasn’t usually.
But the image of Y/N laughing beside someone else, while he sat at home, missing her more with every hour, started chipping away at his calm composure.
He didn’t want to pull her away. He didn’t want to guilt trip her.
But he missed her. A lot.
And Jun never was the best at hiding his feelings when it came to her.
It was the fourth day when she finally came home past 9 PM, eyes sparkling with joy as she threw off her jacket and flopped onto the couch beside him.
“Oh my god, today was amazing,” she said, unaware of the slight pout on his face. “We went to the arcade, and then this retro diner—Jun, you would’ve loved it. I took so many photos.”
“Did you?” he asked quietly.
She turned to him, beaming. “Yeah! Wanna see—”
“Maybe later.”
She blinked, surprised. “Are you okay?”
Jun turned to her, finally letting the pout drop fully into a frown. “You haven’t really been around.”
Y/N tilted her head. “I told you I’d be busy this week.”
“I know. I told you it was fine,” Jun replied. “But I didn’t think ‘busy’ meant forgetting your boyfriend exists.”
Her smile faltered.
Jun sighed and stood up. “I’m sorry. That came out wrong. I just...” He hesitated. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” she said gently, reaching for his hand. “But Jun, I was just spending time with my friend. It wasn’t intentional.”
“I know it wasn’t,” he said, voice softer now. “But I’ve been sitting here every night thinking about you. Meanwhile you’re out there laughing with someone else, and I… I guess I got a little jealous.”
She squeezed his hand, heart aching.
Jun sat back down beside her, curling slightly into her shoulder. “You were mine first, you know?”
Y/N stifled a laugh. “Are you… actually being possessive right now?”
Jun tilted his head, faux-offended. “Is that so hard to believe? I’m a boyfriend too, you know. I get clingy sometimes.”
“You’re cute when you’re clingy.”
“I’m always cute,” he muttered, and she giggled.
She cupped his face gently and turned him to look at her. “I’m sorry, Junnie. I didn’t mean to make you feel left out. You should’ve told me.”
“I didn’t want to make you feel guilty,” he mumbled. “You were happy, and I didn’t want to ruin that.”
“You wouldn’t have ruined anything,” she said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You’re allowed to want my attention too.”
Jun softened, eyes drooping as he leaned fully into her now. “Then give me some.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Like now?”
“Now. Tomorrow. Every hour. Forever, ideally.”
She chuckled and shifted to pull him into a proper hug, and he instantly melted in her arms like he’d been waiting for that moment all week.
“I’m all yours tonight,” she whispered.
He nuzzled into her neck. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go again.”
Y/N paused. “...Did you really think I’d forget you?”
Jun pulled back and looked into her eyes earnest, quiet, and just a little shy. “No. But sometimes I forget I’m allowed to ask for you.”
Her heart ached in the softest way.
She kissed his forehead and said, “You don’t even have to ask.”
