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ℰ ┄ your bf has always been too nervous to have any sort of intimacy with you until tonight.

tagsㅤ ◟ㅤ nervous!jju , romance, fluff , skinship , kissing. ౨ৎ ➜ wc. 852

The moon had always felt a little too observant, like it knew things it never said out loud. It hung there quietly, silver and patient, watching the world move in soft, fleeting moments—conversations that mattered, confessions that almost happened, feelings that took their time unfolding.

You tilted your head back to look at it, squinting slightly. “Do you think it ever gets bored?” you murmured, half to yourself, half to the boy sitting beside you.

Juhoon let out a small breath of a laugh, the sound barely louder than the rustling of leaves around you. “The moon?”

“Yeah,” you said, glancing at him with a grin. “I mean, it just sits there. Every night. Watching. That’s kind of creepy, actually. Like… imagine watching people all the time. I’d get bored. Or overwhelmed. Probably both.”

He hummed, considering it, his shoulder just barely brushing yours before he subtly shifted—like he hadn’t meant to touch you in the first place. “It probably thinks the same about us,” he replied, voice soft, almost shy.

You smiled at that, shifting a little closer without really thinking about it. The two of you sat side by side on the grass, the night wrapped gently around you, your conversation drifting between nonsense and something deeper without ever feeling forced. It was easy—talking to him always was.

Well mostly because you did most of the talking.

“And then—okay, wait, you’re not even listening anymore,” you said suddenly, narrowing your eyes playfully.

“I am,” Juhoon protested, though his gaze flickered away for a second, like he’d been caught.

“You totally weren’t,” you laughed, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. “What did I just say then?”

He hesitated, lips parting before closing again, and you watched the way his fingers fidgeted in his lap. It wasn’t the first time you’d noticed it—how he seemed to hover around you, like he wanted to get closer but wasn’t quite sure how.

Even now, as you kept talking, you caught him trying again.

Slowly, almost cautiously, he lifted his arm, like he was going to place it over your shoulders. But halfway there, he paysed and then quietly pulled it back, resting his hand on his own knee instead.

You pretended not to notice at first.

He tried again a few minutes later, this time his hand inching toward yours in the grass. His fingers hovered just barely above yours—close enough that you could feel the warmth—but then he stopped, like something held him back, and withdrew again.

Your chest tightened just a little because it wasn’t the first time. He did it a lot, actually. Little almost-touches. Half-finished gestures. Like he wanted to reach for you but stopped himself at the last second.

At first, you figured he just needed time. You didn’t mind. You really didn’t, But tonight, it felt… different.

Juhoon seemed to notice almost immediately. The easy rhythm of your voice disappeared, leaving only the soft hum of the night between you. He shifted slightly, glancing at you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked gently.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, almost too quickly, giving a small shrug. “I’m fine.”

You studied him for a moment, then smiled softly, deciding not to push. “Okay,” you said, your tone light again.

He let out a quiet breath, something between relief and nervousness, and nodded.

Your gaze slowly shifted from him back up to them moon. “Do you think people change a lot?” you asked, your voice softer now. “Like… once they start liking someone?”

Juhoon glanced at you, his expression unreadable for a second. “Maybe,” he said. “Or maybe they just… show parts of themselves they weren’t sure about before.”

You hummed thoughtfully, drawing patterns in the grass with your fingers. “I think I talk more,” you admitted with a small laugh. “Which is saying something.”

He smiled faintly. “I don’t mind.”

“I know you don’t,” you said, nudging him again, lighter this time. “You’re just… quiet about everything.”

The words lingered between you.

And then, slowly, everything went still.

No more talking. No more distractions. Just the two of you, sitting too close and not close enough at the same time. The silence stretched, heavy and warm, like something was waiting to happen but neither of you quite knew how to start it.

Juhoon’s hand shifted again, hesitating near yours.

But this time, you didn’t wait.

You turned toward him, closing the small distance before he could second-guess himself again, and pressed your lips gently against his.

For a second, he froze.

Then you pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him. His eyes were wide, his face flushed in a way that made your chest tighten.

You smiled, a little teasing, a little soft. “You should get used to that,” you said quietly.

Juhoon blinked, still processing, his cheeks deepening in color. Before he could say anything, you leaned in again.

And this time, he didn’t hesitate.

As you moved closer, he leaned back slightly into the grass, and you followed naturally, your hand bracing beside him. His arms wrapped around your waist, hesitant for only a split second before settling there like they belonged.

The kiss deepened just a little, still soft, still careful, but no longer uncertain.

Above you, the moon stayed exactly where it was—silent, steady, and watching, like it always had been.

Only now, it didn’t feel so distant anymore.