hope you're doing great! can I get a soft confesion!au where you like Jun so much you can't be around him? and then queue confession hehe.. thank you!
i’m doing great thanks for asking! here’s a little jun drabble happy new year!
Confession
948 words | fluff
Where you couldn’t be honest until it mattered.
It’s New Year. It’s a fresh start. It’s a new beginning, a new place, a new you.
Except it wasn’t, and you were still sitting in the same comic cafe, ordering the same drink, and staring mindlessly at the same boy. You were still squealing about the first time you’ve talked, still remembering the first time he recommended you a new series, still crushing on the same adorable smile–
“Hi!”
And the smile was back.
“Hi,” you said, surprised. How did you not realize he was so close?
“What’s your read for today?” Junhui took the seat next to you on the sofa, his warmth radiating around you and chasing away the cold air. He was close, closer than you’d like for your current relationship, but he doesn’t seem to notice or mind.
You did, however, so you inched away from him to grab your drink from the side table. “Nothing so far. Just finished a series so I’m looking for something new today.”
“Want some recommendations?” He smiled, the same smile that got you running through rain and hails for this comic café every day.
“Sure.”
Honestly, you just wanted to run away, you really did, especially when his hand lingered on yours for an excess amount of time as he handed you a few books, leaning over your shoulder, watching you flip the pages as previews, humming as he softly introduced the characters to you. You find it hard to breath.
You were not claustrophobic by any mean, in fact you were pretty good with small cubicles—that was where you liked to read anyway, in the small cubicles of the comic café where you can enjoy solitude and take a peek at Jun as he worked once in a while. But the longer you two were together in close proximity, the sharper and shallower your breaths seemed to be. It was bearable the first time you’d realized you liked him, but recently the condition had manifest to a point where standing next to him was strenuous labor.
It took one hand on your shoulder for you to make a choice. This was too much for you. Having him cluelessly close is worse than not having him at all.
“Sorry I-,” you stuttered, swallowing words, “Jun, I have to go.”
You didn’t look back as you grabbed your bags and dashed out the door. The book abandoned in Jun’s hand as he looked after you, surprised, confused, a mixture of feelings he couldn’t quite name.
You didn’t visit the comic café for the next day. Week. Two weeks. You couldn’t go back and face him after you’d practically ran out on him and ignored all of his texts and calls. What were you supposed to say? Sorry I left in a hurry I just had a huge crush on you that you’re not supposed to know, but I can’t breathe with you standing so close, so I had to leave.
Yeah, that’ll do.
It sucked for Jun too because now he couldn’t see you as often since you stopped coming. His days were usually spent at the comic café regardless if you were there reading comics or study. You were always there, sometimes at the counter checking out books, on a ladder reaching high shelves, or across from him time to time, asking him to recommend you a series and talking about your days as he smiled and teased you about your childish taste of coffee.
It didn’t take long for him to find you, after all, the library was across from the café. You could only go so long not seeing him every now and then.
“Found you,” Jun flopped down to your secret spot, the little corner of the library with all the reference books that nobody would want to find. The one only Junhui would know since he’s been watching you watching him from the little chair you thought he wouldn’t notice.
“Jun—”
“Where have you been? What happened? Why haven’t you replied to any of my messages? Do you know how worried—”
“Jun, I like you.”
This was something you were afraid of—your feelings becoming transparent the next time you see him. Jun’s eyes never left yours as he hitched a breath, his expression a mix of surprise and anxiousness.
“I like you, too.”
You looked up. Did you hear it right?
“What?”
He sighed, both hands coming up to cover his face, his voice becoming so small you could barely hear him. “Don’t make me say it again. Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?”
“I have not.” You scoffed, attention back on your book so he couldn’t see your flustered face.
“Because you like me so much?”
“Jun, I have not been avoiding you.”
“Right, so why aren’t you looking me in the eyes right now?”
You didn’t know how you could see the smirk on his face from your book, but that’s all you saw. The glints in his eyes, the curves of his lips, the way his cheeks seem to puff out whenever he’s giving you that I-know-I’m-right expression. And it makes you laugh, really, your smile just comes out like an involuntary response every time he’s around. My God, you’re just hopelessly in love with Jun aren’t you?
“Are you gonna ask me on a date or are we just gonna sit around?”
That seemed enough to catch him off guard, as his eyes widen, and he began stammering, “Um. So s-should we get lunch or?”
“Lunch sounds great, Junhui.”
He’d never tell you, but his heart still leaps for you when you took his hand even though you kept complaining on the way to lunch.
–V
