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synopsis: asakura jo is very quiet. he never demands attention and yet you find him taking all of yours
genre: uni!jo x gn!reader, friends to lovers, fluff
cw: cursing, mentions of internally dying, stupid insults between friends, kissing, not proofread
wc: 2,636 words
a/n: hii i'm lynn, a new writer!! i finally pressured myself into writing and im so glad i did (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶).ᐟ.ᐟso i hope you enjoy this fic for jojo -> please don't copy or translate ~^^
asakura jo does not scream. physically or emotionally.
when you first met him, you thought it was strange how someone so quiet was in a friend group so loud. while the world around him demanded attention, he simply accepted what was given, gently absorbing its energy with a soft smile. a guy like him could easily fade into the background which is why you never paid him much mind. forgettable.
however, that calm air of his was exactly what was so dangerous. asakura jo. so quiet that you didn’t notice how he sneaked into your life. gracing you with that bright smile of his every single day. you wonder when you started to crave those smiles. maybe it was when nicholas invited you to his party.
friends from the same calculus class, you watched nicholas down drinks in celebration after receiving his most recent test results. full fucking marks. the party was definitely unnecessary but who complains about a time to celebrate with drinks. despite your love for him, two hours of heavy bass music, drunk people yelling over the noise not realizing they’re adding to it, and the overall heat from sweaty bodies pressing together became quite overwhelming for you. hence why you bolted the room as soon as nicho’s eyes left you. now you just had to find a quiet room to recharge in.
“sorry. i didn’t realize someone was here already,” you said, ready to back away from the minimalistic room.
“ah, it’s fine. you can join if you’d like,” he shyly gestured to the space beside him on the balcony, scooting a tad to give you some room.
you nod in thanks before taking up his offer. a relieved sigh slips from your lips as you take in the cold night air. crystal clear with small hints of cologne. must be from him. “jo, right? nicho’s friend.” he briefly looks at you to nod. he’s not much of a talker, huh. “i’m y/n, from his calc class.”
“nice to meet you.”
…
shit, this feels really awkward. you really should’ve just chosen a different room. of course you end up disturbing the peace of the quiet guy. fanfreakingtastic!
“do you not like parties?”
oh. “sort of? i have fun at parties but it gets to a point where it feels like too much to handle even if i only come as a guest. sorry that sounds really all over.” you replied, chewing the inside of your cheek.
“i get that,” he mumbled. you looked over in surprise, seeing his ears turn the lightest shade of red at your sudden attention. “the guys throw a lot of parties, and while i like celebrating with them, it gets really loud and unfamiliar. i’d rather have my own space.”
“exactly! you know, i think i heard at least four people yelling complaints about how loud the room was, yet it never clicked in their heads that yelling was making the noise worse. pretty sure your friend k was one of them.”
a chuckle slips from his lips at the idea of k yelling at maki to turn the volume down, only to be met with him turning it up. the house would probably be a mess by the end, with cups littered all over the place and crushed up snacks stuck to the floor from the stickiness of spilled drinks. an utter nightmare to clean up, but for now, jo just wished to relish in this quiet with you even if it was a little awkward. strange how you, a random stranger or acquaintance, made him comfortable.
his smile, so soft and at peace. it was pretty. asakura jo was already a person whose visuals challenged those of a model, but with his smile on top of it, one that made his cheeks puff and eyes soften. all of a sudden, the party music didn’t seem to bother you that much, overtaken by the steady thumping sound of your heart. all you could focus on was that he simply looked–
“beautiful.”
his eyebrows furrowed at the soft mutter of the word, glancing your way only to catch you staring at him so intensely. were they calling me beautiful? cough cough cough. wow, real smooth jo.
“t-the trees.. they’re uhm- like absolutely beautiful. with their long spiky leaves and trunk? making pinecones during christmas… yeah.” you rambled on, hoping he didn’t actually catch you staring like a weirdo.
“i think that’s a shrub.”
“ah.”
you two stayed silent for the next few minutes. with you internally dying from embarrassment, cursing your life with your eyes shut, steadily biting your lip to avoid saying something stupid again. and him, internally dying of laughter, the corners of his lips ticking upwards into a peaking grin as he tried to hide and cool down his obviously red ears. he shifted his attention towards you once more, feeling his cheeks flush from either the cold or from the sight of you, he didn’t know. nicholas’ friend, huh?
speaking of the devil, nicholas, who was between tipsy and drunk, barged his way into the bedroom, body clumsily bumping against the door. “there you are! y/n come drink with me. last i remember, you also got a high score on the test. not as high as me though~” his voice radiating through the quiet space, breaking the trance you had jo in.
“jeez nicho, how much did you have to drink?” you stressed, rushing over to pull him off the door. your eyes look over at ej, another friend from calculus, who was massaging his temple at the sight of his now jacketless friend (he tossed it to juju after his nth shot).
“oh jojo, you’re here too!”
“..this is my room.”
your palm makes contact with your forehead, shaking your head at nicho’s current state. “okay! enough of that, let’s get you some water nicholas. no buts!” finally pulling him off the door and into your side, arm hanging around your neck. “i’ll take care of him. it was nice meeting you, jo.”
“you too, y/n. thanks for.. this.” he offered a tender, relaxed smile, one corner of his lips higher than the other, the kind of look that said he enjoyed your presence despite your slip ups. a weird warmth spread in your chest at the sight of him, face and ears tinged with pink, fingers fiddling with the hem of his sleeve.
you returned the smile, breaking his gaze before slowly closing his bedroom door with much difficulty because of your drunken friend. just as he was about to turn back to the scenery, he could faintly hear the teasing voice of his friend. “so you and jojo, huh?”
“shut up, nicho, you’re drunk!”
and although he couldn’t see it, he could hear how uneven your retort sounded. he let out a long exhale, body slumping against the railing as he looked out at the scenery once more. so many things to look at and yet, all he could see was the stumpy shrub you thought was a tree. that looks nothing like a pine tree. he laughed to himself, already wondering when he’ll see you again.
or maybe it was when you started hanging out with their friend group, sitting a few seats from him. even with all those voices stacked on top of each other– harua and yuma playfully bullying taki again after he slipped with his words, fuma, nicho and maki laughing their ass off, k doting on taki as always, and euijoo just trying to continue the conversation– the only thing that stood out to you was asakura jo actively listening to his friends, face flickering emotions that consisted of laughs, nods, smiles, and frowns.
the more time you spent with him, the more you noticed those little quirks of his. how he would patiently wait for his turn to speak. his manner of maintaining eye contact even if that meant his ears would flush a bright red. how his eyes sparkled and brows furrowed at the taste of good food, especially a warm bowl of white rice. his shyness when it came to affection, how he silently tugs at the hem of clothes before initiating a hug. his habit of gravitating towards a pen or pencil, to spin or scribble a little drawing in the corner of your notes (with your permission). the joy radiating from him when his eyes would crinkle and his grin would be so wide when laughing or talking to his friends.
forgettable? what a joke! jo was everything but forgettable. he was unknowingly so intoxicating to you. every moment with him felt like relaxation and acceptance of the present. even if the world constantly told you to hurry up, he would calmly remind you there was time to slow down and enjoy your surroundings. now you can’t even close your eyes without picturing that pretty smile of his.
“he’s invaded my fucking life without so much as a please and thank you.” you complained, head dropping into your hands with a groan at the laugher beside you. another party with this band of chaos, jo nowhere to be found thankfully. at least your heart could have some peace even with this club-like music pounding in your ears.
“no one forced you to like him, you know. that’s all you.”
“that’s what jojo does best. quietly invades. this time he did it to you, a little too well.”
“he’s got that silent rizz.”
“you should probably learn from him, taki.”
“oi!”
what a great group of friends you have. offering not a single piece of advice in your time of romantic crisis. “guys come on! i’m being serious here, what do i do? jo’s a really good friend. i don’t wanna make things weird between us.”
“do they not realize it’s already weird?” taki quickly gets elbowed to shut up. his comment only made you groan louder, head falling on the table with a thump. ow!
“okay. your solution is really simple actually.” you immediately peeked up at nicholas, hoping his answer would solve everything. he leaned in with a playful grin, “confess.”
your face instantly dropped as you pushed yourself away from the table and started to walk away, a hand ruffling your hair in annoyance. “c’mon, where are you going?”
“to find a better solution!” you yelled in irritation, pushing past overly heated bodies and stepping over crushed red solo cups littered over the floor. you feel sick here. from there, you followed your instincts, excusing yourself every once in a while, turning left then right then up until you found yourself standing in front of his bedroom door. “seriously?”
you subconsciously brush your thumb against the wooden panel hanging on the door. a bold ‘asakura jo’ in the middle, with little doodles positioned around the sides to fill the empty space. a forest, with wolves howling at the moon and a little heart hovering over a shrub. idiot.
“oh. hey y/n.”
“hey jo,” you breathed. what exactly did you expect when you came here? of course he would be in his room genius, it’s his room. he looks so good just sitting on the floor beside his bed. even if he could just sit on the actual bed, that would probably be better for his back.
“y/n?” you snap out of your thoughts, turning your attention back to the current situation. he chuckled at your stiff self, “i asked if you wanna sit with me?” you wordlessly nodded, feet dragging across the floor before quietly sitting beside him. your body tensed at the feeling of his shoulder bumping against yours, heat radiating from him. it felt like fire burning.
“reminds me of the first time we met.” you stayed silent. this distance wasn’t helping your feelings. his scent filled the room, with strong notes of laundry detergent and coffee, and a hint of cedar pine as its undertone. it reminded you so much of him and all the moments you spent together.
the quiet laughs shared over a cup of coffee, the late night walks with him humming a favorite song of yours, the cheesy grin he flashed at you when he caught your eye every time you came to support him during his basketball games. you never expected to grow such intense feelings for jo. you were weak for him. he never demanded attention, yet you still wanted to give him every ounce of yours like it was his to own. shit. you should probably leave before you do something stupid.
“i’m really glad i met you, y/n.” you froze, eyes shifting to look at him nervously. his words were cautious as if he didn’t want to scare you off.
but i'll pray for you all the time
“you make me feel really comfortable with myself. i like being with the others, don’t get me wrong, but i especially like being with you.” stop. please stop saying things that’ll only make these feelings worse. “i don’t have to force myself to talk, but if i do you always listen so attentively. the quiet with you feels different and i like that. it’s like background music, the way you’re like a rhythm flowing through my days to relax and ground me. i’m really happy.. with you.” say it.
if i could be by your side
his pinky shyly grazed yours, sending a spark of static through the air. he gulped. it was agonizingly slow, his movement unhurried as it gently curved around yours, his skin warm and a touch rough, before locking perfectly into place. his gaze on both your linked pinkies remained steadfast, lightly lifting it and grazing the rest of your fingers with his. your eyes stayed constant on him, gut wrenching at the sight of that heart-pounding smile gracing his face again. say it!
i'll give you all my life my seasons
“jo,” he hummed in response at the soft call of his name, eyes focusing on yours, gaze pulling you in. say it now! “i like you.”
by your side i'll be your seasons
his shoulders stiffed, pinky tightening around yours. the room felt like it was closing up on you with every passing moment of silence. you nervously muttered his name, scared out of your mind, “jojo?”
“can i kiss you, please?” voice barely above a whisper, already leaning hoping you would say yes. his ears are a bright red, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. you don’t miss the way his breathing grows heavy.
you nodded and instantly felt his lips press against yours. shaky and uncertain until he feels you ease into it, hand sliding up his chest before carefully cradling his flushed cheek. his hand wrapped around your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt tightly before pulling you close, perfectly fitting in between his arms. like you were always meant to be there.
both your hearts pounded strongly. the beat ringing in your ears in tune with the muffled sound of the music outside. breathless, you broke the kiss only to see him chasing after it. a laugh slipped before he captured your mouth once again, the two of you now smiling into the kiss like lovesick fools. “jojo..”
“i like you too. a lot. for a while actually,” he breathlessly said, giving your lips little pecks. his eyes were dazed, breath heavy, and lips just a tad swollen. his finger thumbs your bottom lip, pulling at it as he asked, “can i, pretty?”
without an answer, you leaned back into him, arms around his neck and his around your waist, quickly falling back into the rhythm with his lips against yours. asakura jo. a man that easily slipped into your life and now you can’t imagine a day without him.
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synopsis: yang jungwon was your ideal person. whenever the world and everyone in it seemed too fast for you, he would always be there to keep you grounded. his calm, his words, his heart were always just a phone call away for you, his best friend
genre: jungwon x gn!reader, f2l, fluff, comfort fic, angst
tw/cw: cursing, mental health, anxiety, overthinking, not proofreadkissing, makeout, sweet jungwon moments
wc: 2,253 words
a/n: was this a self-indulgent fic? yes, it was. sue me.. it was intense today for some reason so the comfort fic was necessary ♡(。- ω -) jungwon is my ideal comfort person (plus the not much prepared vid was so sweet). i hope everyone knows that it's okay to breathe and slow down -> please don't copy or translate ~^^
the human brain is a complex organ. it is the command center of the body, regulating everything from vital body processes, such as breathing and your heart rate, all the way to intricate functions, like your thoughts, memories, emotions, and sensory processing. if you were to rank it out of all the organs in your body, it would rank first place together with the heart, for it was a vital organ. a vital organ that just could not seem to shut up.
you glanced over at the clock hanging on your wall and groaned at the time. 10:47 pm. your eyes flickered back over at your laptop, refreshing the page only to find that nothing has changed. multiple tabs remain untouched. the list in your notes app is still unticked. the blank word document reflected off of your blue-light glasses, that were proving to be of no help since your eyes still hurt. slowed emotional music continued to play at 50% volume, only reminding you of the empty feeling spreading through your chest. fucking hell.
it had been over four hours since you last did something productive, stuck in this endless loop of writing, deleting, pulling at your hair, scrolling through social media, and hating yourself because somehow everyone was doing something useful except for you. it was utter torture. why couldn’t you be like them? why did you have to be stumped over every little thing?
hands over your face, you let out a frustrated yell. “fuck why can’t i just get this?” you were tired. the world and everyone in it felt like they were moving too fast for you, constantly progressing and advancing through life while you were still here, catching your breath, barely seeing a shadow of their figure. you felt yourself slump against the cold wall, fist pounding against your chest, struggling to breathe as weak winces left your dry lips.
useless. four hours and not a single thing has changed. how pathetic. are you even trying at this point? just give up. everyone is doing so much better than–
“stop,” he uttered, his soft hand grasped your wrist, gently pulling it away from you and down to rest on the floor. “i don’t like you hurting yourself, it hurts me too. it makes me upset, you don’t want me to be upset, do you?” he tilted your chin up and there you met his eye. your knight in shining armor, your best friend, yang jungwon. his hold around your wrist loosened, moving to cradle your cheek, thumb carefully wiping away the teardrop that you failed to notice were falling. “why the long face, pretty?”
he flashed you a smile, one so soft and inviting. a whine left you lips as you lunged forward to wrap your arms around his neck, him reciprocating with his around your waist moving your head to rest in the crook of his neck. his embrace felt so warm, like a safe haven that would welcome you after a long day. “where were you?” you cried, tears soaking into the tan hoodie he was wearing.
“at my own house, angel. i only came by to deliver you some side dishes that your mom made for you… it’s a good thing i came by, huh?” you silently nodded, eyes shut with broken whimpers leaving every once in a while. he felt your grip tighten as he adjusted you, pulling you closer into his lap with a sigh. “let it out, i’m here now.” and let it out you did.
he didn’t say anything as you cried in his arms, not a single peep. all he did was hold you tight against his chest, like a promise that he was there to protect you from all the bad things that would hurt you. slowly but surely you felt your tears dry, breath ease, and body relax like magic. you must’ve been crying for at least an hour, but as you lift your head from his shoulder you only find him smiling at you. dimples framing his mochi-like cheeks, eyes sparkling but eyebrows just the slightest bit furrowed to show his worry for you. there you felt it, your heart turn with a thump and thoughts quicken. “feel better?” he asked, snapping you out of your gaze. his voice was a whisper, considerate so as to not startle you while you calmed down.
“mhm, much. thanks, wonie.” he mindlessly nodded, attention shifting to stroke your head, playing with the ends of your hair. the room remained quiet with him distracted, playing with your hair, and you, distracted with him.
there was something about yang jungwon. something strange yet so special. you always knew he was the kind of person that many easily gravitated towards with his joyful demeanor that would light up rooms, his lovable look that made him seem so cute, the way he could suddenly switch from sweet to serious when the situation called for it, and how heart remained kind despite how cruel the world was. a fool to some, but a heart of gold to you.
your eyes are meticulous with how they take in each one of his features once again, as if the first time wasn’t enough. his supple skin that shone the lightest bit golden under the warm lights, hair slightly curling in on itself showing that natural curl he’s had since before, boba eyes that hold every bit of emotion he expressed on his face, the tips of his mouth sinking into his cheeks as his smile melts while looking at you, cheeks flushed with a rosy pink when he realized that you were looking at him, and teeth shyly poking out to nibble on his lower lip turning it a bright red. so pretty. you nervously reached up to pull his lip from his teeth, frowning as you caress the swollen flesh.
“don’t do that. you told me not to hurt myself, i don’t want you to do that either.” his lips quipped into a cheeky grin, childishly giggling at the furrow between your brows. you sighed, heart heavy in your chest from all the running emotions. “i missed you.” you started, shyly admitting the thoughts in your head, playing with the strings of his hoodies as you continued. “it was really scary without you here a while ago. i was doing nothing, nothing productive, and yet it felt like i was doing everything. there was so much going on in my head and it was so loud and endless and i just wanted it to stop. but it didn’t. it just kept on going and going–”
“hey, hey, look at me.” your sight was blurry with tears. you hated how weak you were like this. “you’re safe now, okay? nothing can harm you, not even those thoughts of yours.”
“everyone is moving forward, wonie. and i feel stuck here. it’s like quicksand the way that, no matter how hard i try to get out, i just end up sinking deeper… it was suffocating. i couldn’t breathe!”
“yn,” he grabbed your hand and pressed it against his chest, right where his heart was. thump thump thump. it was steady, loud against your palm. thump thump thump. was his heart always this fast? “the only thing you’re sinking into are those negative thoughts of yours. angel, it’s okay to rest. you don’t always have to push yourself when you’re tired. i can promise you that even if you take a break, you’re not falling behind. everyone moves at a different pace, they have good days and they have bad ones, it’s normal.” his other hand raised and lowered in the air, face obnoxiously guiding you to breathe in and out with every motion. “it’s natural to want to do your best, but that shouldn’t come at the cost of your health and mental well-being.”
“then what am i supposed to do? you and i both know that this won’t be the last time it happens!”
“then call me! text me. i don’t care. i just want to be there for you at times like these. i like you enough to want you and protect you even when you’re spiraling. just tell me and i’ll be there to hold your hand, wipe your tears, hug you tight, make you listen to how hard my heart beats because of you. if you want to sit in silence, then i’ll be quiet. if you want to be distracted, then i’ll talk forever. if you’re sporting a frown, then i’ll pull funny faces after comforting you just to make you laugh.” he rambled, eyes digging into yours as he spilled his feelings for you. “don’t shut yourself in when i’m more than willing to help you.”
you froze, watching as his chest went up and down, breathless from his rant. his cheeks flushed a deeper red and mouth turned to a frown from how painful his heart hurt. so many words but all you could focus on was, “jungwon, you like me?”
his eyes widened, fingers squeezing your hip as he replied a breathless “yes. for a while now. a year or so, maybe longer.” wow. jungwon liked you. your best friend liked you. no more was your head stressing over pace, future, nothingness. now it could only repeat his confession, yelling at you to reply to the one trust.
just confess already! don’t go telling yourself that you don’t like him, when we all know that you like this man. for fucks sake, he’s the only one who could calm you down with a hug. that’s romance. kiss!
before you could stress any further, you closed the distance between you two. it hits you instantly. fireworks. a feeling that you didn’t expect to happen, burying it deep in your heart to not ruin your friendship. but those feelings only developed, coming up to make butterflies flutter in your stomach. you feel him stiffen and you pull away slowly. “i-i’m sorry, i just– you said you liked me and i realized i liked you too. and i just really wanted to kiss you then,” your words got slower and quieter as your sentence dragged on. maybe that was too sudden. he just confessed and everything.
as if sensing your mind start to stress, he held your cheek and pulled you into him once again. “payback,” he muttered against your lips, a smirk forming before his thumb brushed the skin by your ear. his words made you scoff into the kiss, lips soon melting into his as if this was where you two were meant to be all along. jungwon tilted his head, creating a new angle that allowed him to deepen the kiss with his hand lowering to cradle the back of your neck. his tongue moved to lick your bottom lip, begging for entrance only to be met with a little shake of your head. he huffed in annoyance, teeth suddenly biting your lip catching you by surprise with a gasp.
he easily slipped his tongue in, holding you tighter against him when he felt your grip on his hoodie start to falter. “focus, pretty.” your tongue bumped against his as you tried to copy his actions, breath quickening and the heat between you two growing hotter. it was intoxicating. he tasted like sugar, probably from the gummies he ate on his way over, the ones he always keeps on him as a little treat. with every kiss, bite, and breath swapped between the two of you, it only further confirmed your feelings for one another. an intense kiss, fueled not from the heat of the moment but from all the feelings that you two kept hidden thinking it was never reciprocated. it was getting harder to breathe again and as his grip moved to thighs, pulling you impossibly closer, did you become aware of how pressed up you were against him. it was dizzying how addicting his kiss felt.
“jungwon, hah... need to breathe,” you sighed, trying to pull away simply to find him leaning further in your direction to keep your lips connected. he successfully managed to attach his kiss swollen lips against yours, both of you laughing with silly smiles on your faces. “you’re so annoying. keep kissing me and my head’s gonna be stressed out again with thoughts of you this time.”
“oh no, what horror. don’t worry, pretty. if it ever gets too loud,” he tenderly guided your hand back to his chest, resting on his heart. just like before, thump thump thump thump. his heart loud against your palm, ringing in your ears with its vibrations. thump thump thump thump. “just remember my heartbeat, the way it strums a melody, fast but beautiful all because of you.” jungwon was obsessed, finding himself completely lost in you and the way you tasted. he felt his heart continue to thump in a frenzy, beyond elated at the feeling of you softly laughing against his lips, a giddy grin on your face. “or you could just kiss me. either works.” he joked, teeth fully on display when you pulled back with a bubbling laugh.
“hmm, i might just have to take you up on that offer.”
“i look forward to it!” and with his fingers guiding your chin back to his lips for the third maybe fourth time today, all you could think of was how grateful you were to have jungwon by your side to ease both your brain and heart, with his words and kisses.
i have a strong urge to write track!myung jaehyun x reader and fun fact this urge of mine has stuck to me for over 6 months. like just imagine him not wanting to run, but as soon as he sees you walking beside the field, he'll pour some water over himself and rush over to you acting as if he was so tired. he'll call out your name and smile as you stop, then lean against the railing to have a conversation with you totally ignoring his coach screaming in the background. you give in and decide to give him you number and AHHHHH STOP THESE THOUGHTS!! I SWEAR I SAW A TRACK FIELD AND BOOM THIS IDEA WAS BORN DAMNIT. now as per google's words, this is not an urge but an obsession so yayy me!!! i really should go outside or like someone pressure me to write it, either is fine
synopsis: asakura jo is very quiet. he never demands attention and yet you find him taking all of yours
genre: uni!jo x gn!reader, friends to lovers, fluff
cw: cursing, mentions of internally dying, stupid insults between friends, kissing, not proofread
wc: 2,636 words
a/n: hii i'm lynn, a new writer!! i finally pressured myself into writing and im so glad i did (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶).ᐟ.ᐟso i hope you enjoy this fic for jojo -> please don't copy or translate ~^^
asakura jo does not scream. physically or emotionally.
when you first met him, you thought it was strange how someone so quiet was in a friend group so loud. while the world around him demanded attention, he simply accepted what was given, gently absorbing its energy with a soft smile. a guy like him could easily fade into the background which is why you never paid him much mind. forgettable.
however, that calm air of his was exactly what was so dangerous. asakura jo. so quiet that you didn’t notice how he sneaked into your life. gracing you with that bright smile of his every single day. you wonder when you started to crave those smiles. maybe it was when nicholas invited you to his party.
friends from the same calculus class, you watched nicholas down drinks in celebration after receiving his most recent test results. full fucking marks. the party was definitely unnecessary but who complains about a time to celebrate with drinks. despite your love for him, two hours of heavy bass music, drunk people yelling over the noise not realizing they’re adding to it, and the overall heat from sweaty bodies pressing together became quite overwhelming for you. hence why you bolted the room as soon as nicho’s eyes left you. now you just had to find a quiet room to recharge in.
“sorry. i didn’t realize someone was here already,” you said, ready to back away from the minimalistic room.
“ah, it’s fine. you can join if you’d like,” he shyly gestured to the space beside him on the balcony, scooting a tad to give you some room.
you nod in thanks before taking up his offer. a relieved sigh slips from your lips as you take in the cold night air. crystal clear with small hints of cologne. must be from him. “jo, right? nicho’s friend.” he briefly looks at you to nod. he’s not much of a talker, huh. “i’m y/n, from his calc class.”
“nice to meet you.”
…
shit, this feels really awkward. you really should’ve just chosen a different room. of course you end up disturbing the peace of the quiet guy. fanfreakingtastic!
“do you not like parties?”
oh. “sort of? i have fun at parties but it gets to a point where it feels like too much to handle even if i only come as a guest. sorry that sounds really all over.” you replied, chewing the inside of your cheek.
“i get that,” he mumbled. you looked over in surprise, seeing his ears turn the lightest shade of red at your sudden attention. “the guys throw a lot of parties, and while i like celebrating with them, it gets really loud and unfamiliar. i’d rather have my own space.”
“exactly! you know, i think i heard at least four people yelling complaints about how loud the room was, yet it never clicked in their heads that yelling was making the noise worse. pretty sure your friend k was one of them.”
a chuckle slips from his lips at the idea of k yelling at maki to turn the volume down, only to be met with him turning it up. the house would probably be a mess by the end, with cups littered all over the place and crushed up snacks stuck to the floor from the stickiness of spilled drinks. an utter nightmare to clean up, but for now, jo just wished to relish in this quiet with you even if it was a little awkward. strange how you, a random stranger or acquaintance, made him comfortable.
his smile, so soft and at peace. it was pretty. asakura jo was already a person whose visuals challenged those of a model, but with his smile on top of it, one that made his cheeks puff and eyes soften. all of a sudden, the party music didn’t seem to bother you that much, overtaken by the steady thumping sound of your heart. all you could focus on was that he simply looked–
“beautiful.”
his eyebrows furrowed at the soft mutter of the word, glancing your way only to catch you staring at him so intensely. were they calling me beautiful? cough cough cough. wow, real smooth jo.
“t-the trees.. they’re uhm- like absolutely beautiful. with their long spiky leaves and trunk? making pinecones during christmas… yeah.” you rambled on, hoping he didn’t actually catch you staring like a weirdo.
“i think that’s a shrub.”
“ah.”
you two stayed silent for the next few minutes. with you internally dying from embarrassment, cursing your life with your eyes shut, steadily biting your lip to avoid saying something stupid again. and him, internally dying of laughter, the corners of his lips ticking upwards into a peaking grin as he tried to hide and cool down his obviously red ears. he shifted his attention towards you once more, feeling his cheeks flush from either the cold or from the sight of you, he didn’t know. nicholas’ friend, huh?
speaking of the devil, nicholas, who was between tipsy and drunk, barged his way into the bedroom, body clumsily bumping against the door. “there you are! y/n come drink with me. last i remember, you also got a high score on the test. not as high as me though~” his voice radiating through the quiet space, breaking the trance you had jo in.
“jeez nicho, how much did you have to drink?” you stressed, rushing over to pull him off the door. your eyes look over at ej, another friend from calculus, who was massaging his temple at the sight of his now jacketless friend (he tossed it to juju after his nth shot).
“oh jojo, you’re here too!”
“..this is my room.”
your palm makes contact with your forehead, shaking your head at nicho’s current state. “okay! enough of that, let’s get you some water nicholas. no buts!” finally pulling him off the door and into your side, arm hanging around your neck. “i’ll take care of him. it was nice meeting you, jo.”
“you too, y/n. thanks for.. this.” he offered a tender, relaxed smile, one corner of his lips higher than the other, the kind of look that said he enjoyed your presence despite your slip ups. a weird warmth spread in your chest at the sight of him, face and ears tinged with pink, fingers fiddling with the hem of his sleeve.
you returned the smile, breaking his gaze before slowly closing his bedroom door with much difficulty because of your drunken friend. just as he was about to turn back to the scenery, he could faintly hear the teasing voice of his friend. “so you and jojo, huh?”
“shut up, nicho, you’re drunk!”
and although he couldn’t see it, he could hear how uneven your retort sounded. he let out a long exhale, body slumping against the railing as he looked out at the scenery once more. so many things to look at and yet, all he could see was the stumpy shrub you thought was a tree. that looks nothing like a pine tree. he laughed to himself, already wondering when he’ll see you again.
or maybe it was when you started hanging out with their friend group, sitting a few seats from him. even with all those voices stacked on top of each other– harua and yuma playfully bullying taki again after he slipped with his words, fuma, nicho and maki laughing their ass off, k doting on taki as always, and euijoo just trying to continue the conversation– the only thing that stood out to you was asakura jo actively listening to his friends, face flickering emotions that consisted of laughs, nods, smiles, and frowns.
the more time you spent with him, the more you noticed those little quirks of his. how he would patiently wait for his turn to speak. his manner of maintaining eye contact even if that meant his ears would flush a bright red. how his eyes sparkled and brows furrowed at the taste of good food, especially a warm bowl of white rice. his shyness when it came to affection, how he silently tugs at the hem of clothes before initiating a hug. his habit of gravitating towards a pen or pencil, to spin or scribble a little drawing in the corner of your notes (with your permission). the joy radiating from him when his eyes would crinkle and his grin would be so wide when laughing or talking to his friends.
forgettable? what a joke! jo was everything but forgettable. he was unknowingly so intoxicating to you. every moment with him felt like relaxation and acceptance of the present. even if the world constantly told you to hurry up, he would calmly remind you there was time to slow down and enjoy your surroundings. now you can’t even close your eyes without picturing that pretty smile of his.
“he’s invaded my fucking life without so much as a please and thank you.” you complained, head dropping into your hands with a groan at the laugher beside you. another party with this band of chaos, jo nowhere to be found thankfully. at least your heart could have some peace even with this club-like music pounding in your ears.
“no one forced you to like him, you know. that’s all you.”
“that’s what jojo does best. quietly invades. this time he did it to you, a little too well.”
“he’s got that silent rizz.”
“you should probably learn from him, taki.”
“oi!”
what a great group of friends you have. offering not a single piece of advice in your time of romantic crisis. “guys come on! i’m being serious here, what do i do? jo’s a really good friend. i don’t wanna make things weird between us.”
“do they not realize it’s already weird?” taki quickly gets elbowed to shut up. his comment only made you groan louder, head falling on the table with a thump. ow!
“okay. your solution is really simple actually.” you immediately peeked up at nicholas, hoping his answer would solve everything. he leaned in with a playful grin, “confess.”
your face instantly dropped as you pushed yourself away from the table and started to walk away, a hand ruffling your hair in annoyance. “c’mon, where are you going?”
“to find a better solution!” you yelled in irritation, pushing past overly heated bodies and stepping over crushed red solo cups littered over the floor. you feel sick here. from there, you followed your instincts, excusing yourself every once in a while, turning left then right then up until you found yourself standing in front of his bedroom door. “seriously?”
you subconsciously brush your thumb against the wooden panel hanging on the door. a bold ‘asakura jo’ in the middle, with little doodles positioned around the sides to fill the empty space. a forest, with wolves howling at the moon and a little heart hovering over a shrub. idiot.
“oh. hey y/n.”
“hey jo,” you breathed. what exactly did you expect when you came here? of course he would be in his room genius, it’s his room. he looks so good just sitting on the floor beside his bed. even if he could just sit on the actual bed, that would probably be better for his back.
“y/n?” you snap out of your thoughts, turning your attention back to the current situation. he chuckled at your stiff self, “i asked if you wanna sit with me?” you wordlessly nodded, feet dragging across the floor before quietly sitting beside him. your body tensed at the feeling of his shoulder bumping against yours, heat radiating from him. it felt like fire burning.
“reminds me of the first time we met.” you stayed silent. this distance wasn’t helping your feelings. his scent filled the room, with strong notes of laundry detergent and coffee, and a hint of cedar pine as its undertone. it reminded you so much of him and all the moments you spent together.
the quiet laughs shared over a cup of coffee, the late night walks with him humming a favorite song of yours, the cheesy grin he flashed at you when he caught your eye every time you came to support him during his basketball games. you never expected to grow such intense feelings for jo. you were weak for him. he never demanded attention, yet you still wanted to give him every ounce of yours like it was his to own. shit. you should probably leave before you do something stupid.
“i’m really glad i met you, y/n.” you froze, eyes shifting to look at him nervously. his words were cautious as if he didn’t want to scare you off.
but i'll pray for you all the time
“you make me feel really comfortable with myself. i like being with the others, don’t get me wrong, but i especially like being with you.” stop. please stop saying things that’ll only make these feelings worse. “i don’t have to force myself to talk, but if i do you always listen so attentively. the quiet with you feels different and i like that. it’s like background music, the way you’re like a rhythm flowing through my days to relax and ground me. i’m really happy.. with you.” say it.
if i could be by your side
his pinky shyly grazed yours, sending a spark of static through the air. he gulped. it was agonizingly slow, his movement unhurried as it gently curved around yours, his skin warm and a touch rough, before locking perfectly into place. his gaze on both your linked pinkies remained steadfast, lightly lifting it and grazing the rest of your fingers with his. your eyes stayed constant on him, gut wrenching at the sight of that heart-pounding smile gracing his face again. say it!
i'll give you all my life my seasons
“jo,” he hummed in response at the soft call of his name, eyes focusing on yours, gaze pulling you in. say it now! “i like you.”
by your side i'll be your seasons
his shoulders stiffed, pinky tightening around yours. the room felt like it was closing up on you with every passing moment of silence. you nervously muttered his name, scared out of your mind, “jojo?”
“can i kiss you, please?” voice barely above a whisper, already leaning hoping you would say yes. his ears are a bright red, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. you don’t miss the way his breathing grows heavy.
you nodded and instantly felt his lips press against yours. shaky and uncertain until he feels you ease into it, hand sliding up his chest before carefully cradling his flushed cheek. his hand wrapped around your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt tightly before pulling you close, perfectly fitting in between his arms. like you were always meant to be there.
both your hearts pounded strongly. the beat ringing in your ears in tune with the muffled sound of the music outside. breathless, you broke the kiss only to see him chasing after it. a laugh slipped before he captured your mouth once again, the two of you now smiling into the kiss like lovesick fools. “jojo..”
“i like you too. a lot. for a while actually,” he breathlessly said, giving your lips little pecks. his eyes were dazed, breath heavy, and lips just a tad swollen. his finger thumbs your bottom lip, pulling at it as he asked, “can i, pretty?”
without an answer, you leaned back into him, arms around his neck and his around your waist, quickly falling back into the rhythm with his lips against yours. asakura jo. a man that easily slipped into your life and now you can’t imagine a day without him.
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synopsis: asakura jo is very quiet. he never demands attention and yet you find him taking all of yours
genre: uni!jo x gn!reader, friends to lovers, fluff
cw: cursing, mentions of internally dying, stupid insults between friends, kissing, not proofread
wc: 2,636 words
a/n: hii i'm lynn, a new writer!! i finally pressured myself into writing and im so glad i did (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶).ᐟ.ᐟso i hope you enjoy this fic for jojo -> please don't copy or translate ~^^
asakura jo does not scream. physically or emotionally.
when you first met him, you thought it was strange how someone so quiet was in a friend group so loud. while the world around him demanded attention, he simply accepted what was given, gently absorbing its energy with a soft smile. a guy like him could easily fade into the background which is why you never paid him much mind. forgettable.
however, that calm air of his was exactly what was so dangerous. asakura jo. so quiet that you didn’t notice how he sneaked into your life. gracing you with that bright smile of his every single day. you wonder when you started to crave those smiles. maybe it was when nicholas invited you to his party.
friends from the same calculus class, you watched nicholas down drinks in celebration after receiving his most recent test results. full fucking marks. the party was definitely unnecessary but who complains about a time to celebrate with drinks. despite your love for him, two hours of heavy bass music, drunk people yelling over the noise not realizing they’re adding to it, and the overall heat from sweaty bodies pressing together became quite overwhelming for you. hence why you bolted the room as soon as nicho’s eyes left you. now you just had to find a quiet room to recharge in.
“sorry. i didn’t realize someone was here already,” you said, ready to back away from the minimalistic room.
“ah, it’s fine. you can join if you’d like,” he shyly gestured to the space beside him on the balcony, scooting a tad to give you some room.
you nod in thanks before taking up his offer. a relieved sigh slips from your lips as you take in the cold night air. crystal clear with small hints of cologne. must be from him. “jo, right? nicho’s friend.” he briefly looks at you to nod. he’s not much of a talker, huh. “i’m y/n, from his calc class.”
“nice to meet you.”
…
shit, this feels really awkward. you really should’ve just chosen a different room. of course you end up disturbing the peace of the quiet guy. fanfreakingtastic!
“do you not like parties?”
oh. “sort of? i have fun at parties but it gets to a point where it feels like too much to handle even if i only come as a guest. sorry that sounds really all over.” you replied, chewing the inside of your cheek.
“i get that,” he mumbled. you looked over in surprise, seeing his ears turn the lightest shade of red at your sudden attention. “the guys throw a lot of parties, and while i like celebrating with them, it gets really loud and unfamiliar. i’d rather have my own space.”
“exactly! you know, i think i heard at least four people yelling complaints about how loud the room was, yet it never clicked in their heads that yelling was making the noise worse. pretty sure your friend k was one of them.”
a chuckle slips from his lips at the idea of k yelling at maki to turn the volume down, only to be met with him turning it up. the house would probably be a mess by the end, with cups littered all over the place and crushed up snacks stuck to the floor from the stickiness of spilled drinks. an utter nightmare to clean up, but for now, jo just wished to relish in this quiet with you even if it was a little awkward. strange how you, a random stranger or acquaintance, made him comfortable.
his smile, so soft and at peace. it was pretty. asakura jo was already a person whose visuals challenged those of a model, but with his smile on top of it, one that made his cheeks puff and eyes soften. all of a sudden, the party music didn’t seem to bother you that much, overtaken by the steady thumping sound of your heart. all you could focus on was that he simply looked–
“beautiful.”
his eyebrows furrowed at the soft mutter of the word, glancing your way only to catch you staring at him so intensely. were they calling me beautiful? cough cough cough. wow, real smooth jo.
“t-the trees.. they’re uhm- like absolutely beautiful. with their long spiky leaves and trunk? making pinecones during christmas… yeah.” you rambled on, hoping he didn’t actually catch you staring like a weirdo.
“i think that’s a shrub.”
“ah.”
you two stayed silent for the next few minutes. with you internally dying from embarrassment, cursing your life with your eyes shut, steadily biting your lip to avoid saying something stupid again. and him, internally dying of laughter, the corners of his lips ticking upwards into a peaking grin as he tried to hide and cool down his obviously red ears. he shifted his attention towards you once more, feeling his cheeks flush from either the cold or from the sight of you, he didn’t know. nicholas’ friend, huh?
speaking of the devil, nicholas, who was between tipsy and drunk, barged his way into the bedroom, body clumsily bumping against the door. “there you are! y/n come drink with me. last i remember, you also got a high score on the test. not as high as me though~” his voice radiating through the quiet space, breaking the trance you had jo in.
“jeez nicho, how much did you have to drink?” you stressed, rushing over to pull him off the door. your eyes look over at ej, another friend from calculus, who was massaging his temple at the sight of his now jacketless friend (he tossed it to juju after his nth shot).
“oh jojo, you’re here too!”
“..this is my room.”
your palm makes contact with your forehead, shaking your head at nicho’s current state. “okay! enough of that, let’s get you some water nicholas. no buts!” finally pulling him off the door and into your side, arm hanging around your neck. “i’ll take care of him. it was nice meeting you, jo.”
“you too, y/n. thanks for.. this.” he offered a tender, relaxed smile, one corner of his lips higher than the other, the kind of look that said he enjoyed your presence despite your slip ups. a weird warmth spread in your chest at the sight of him, face and ears tinged with pink, fingers fiddling with the hem of his sleeve.
you returned the smile, breaking his gaze before slowly closing his bedroom door with much difficulty because of your drunken friend. just as he was about to turn back to the scenery, he could faintly hear the teasing voice of his friend. “so you and jojo, huh?”
“shut up, nicho, you’re drunk!”
and although he couldn’t see it, he could hear how uneven your retort sounded. he let out a long exhale, body slumping against the railing as he looked out at the scenery once more. so many things to look at and yet, all he could see was the stumpy shrub you thought was a tree. that looks nothing like a pine tree. he laughed to himself, already wondering when he’ll see you again.
or maybe it was when you started hanging out with their friend group, sitting a few seats from him. even with all those voices stacked on top of each other– harua and yuma playfully bullying taki again after he slipped with his words, fuma, nicho and maki laughing their ass off, k doting on taki as always, and euijoo just trying to continue the conversation– the only thing that stood out to you was asakura jo actively listening to his friends, face flickering emotions that consisted of laughs, nods, smiles, and frowns.
the more time you spent with him, the more you noticed those little quirks of his. how he would patiently wait for his turn to speak. his manner of maintaining eye contact even if that meant his ears would flush a bright red. how his eyes sparkled and brows furrowed at the taste of good food, especially a warm bowl of white rice. his shyness when it came to affection, how he silently tugs at the hem of clothes before initiating a hug. his habit of gravitating towards a pen or pencil, to spin or scribble a little drawing in the corner of your notes (with your permission). the joy radiating from him when his eyes would crinkle and his grin would be so wide when laughing or talking to his friends.
forgettable? what a joke! jo was everything but forgettable. he was unknowingly so intoxicating to you. every moment with him felt like relaxation and acceptance of the present. even if the world constantly told you to hurry up, he would calmly remind you there was time to slow down and enjoy your surroundings. now you can’t even close your eyes without picturing that pretty smile of his.
“he’s invaded my fucking life without so much as a please and thank you.” you complained, head dropping into your hands with a groan at the laugher beside you. another party with this band of chaos, jo nowhere to be found thankfully. at least your heart could have some peace even with this club-like music pounding in your ears.
“no one forced you to like him, you know. that’s all you.”
“that’s what jojo does best. quietly invades. this time he did it to you, a little too well.”
“he’s got that silent rizz.”
“you should probably learn from him, taki.”
“oi!”
what a great group of friends you have. offering not a single piece of advice in your time of romantic crisis. “guys come on! i’m being serious here, what do i do? jo’s a really good friend. i don’t wanna make things weird between us.”
“do they not realize it’s already weird?” taki quickly gets elbowed to shut up. his comment only made you groan louder, head falling on the table with a thump. ow!
“okay. your solution is really simple actually.” you immediately peeked up at nicholas, hoping his answer would solve everything. he leaned in with a playful grin, “confess.”
your face instantly dropped as you pushed yourself away from the table and started to walk away, a hand ruffling your hair in annoyance. “c’mon, where are you going?”
“to find a better solution!” you yelled in irritation, pushing past overly heated bodies and stepping over crushed red solo cups littered over the floor. you feel sick here. from there, you followed your instincts, excusing yourself every once in a while, turning left then right then up until you found yourself standing in front of his bedroom door. “seriously?”
you subconsciously brush your thumb against the wooden panel hanging on the door. a bold ‘asakura jo’ in the middle, with little doodles positioned around the sides to fill the empty space. a forest, with wolves howling at the moon and a little heart hovering over a shrub. idiot.
“oh. hey y/n.”
“hey jo,” you breathed. what exactly did you expect when you came here? of course he would be in his room genius, it’s his room. he looks so good just sitting on the floor beside his bed. even if he could just sit on the actual bed, that would probably be better for his back.
“y/n?” you snap out of your thoughts, turning your attention back to the current situation. he chuckled at your stiff self, “i asked if you wanna sit with me?” you wordlessly nodded, feet dragging across the floor before quietly sitting beside him. your body tensed at the feeling of his shoulder bumping against yours, heat radiating from him. it felt like fire burning.
“reminds me of the first time we met.” you stayed silent. this distance wasn’t helping your feelings. his scent filled the room, with strong notes of laundry detergent and coffee, and a hint of cedar pine as its undertone. it reminded you so much of him and all the moments you spent together.
the quiet laughs shared over a cup of coffee, the late night walks with him humming a favorite song of yours, the cheesy grin he flashed at you when he caught your eye every time you came to support him during his basketball games. you never expected to grow such intense feelings for jo. you were weak for him. he never demanded attention, yet you still wanted to give him every ounce of yours like it was his to own. shit. you should probably leave before you do something stupid.
“i’m really glad i met you, y/n.” you froze, eyes shifting to look at him nervously. his words were cautious as if he didn’t want to scare you off.
but i'll pray for you all the time
“you make me feel really comfortable with myself. i like being with the others, don’t get me wrong, but i especially like being with you.” stop. please stop saying things that’ll only make these feelings worse. “i don’t have to force myself to talk, but if i do you always listen so attentively. the quiet with you feels different and i like that. it’s like background music, the way you’re like a rhythm flowing through my days to relax and ground me. i’m really happy.. with you.” say it.
if i could be by your side
his pinky shyly grazed yours, sending a spark of static through the air. he gulped. it was agonizingly slow, his movement unhurried as it gently curved around yours, his skin warm and a touch rough, before locking perfectly into place. his gaze on both your linked pinkies remained steadfast, lightly lifting it and grazing the rest of your fingers with his. your eyes stayed constant on him, gut wrenching at the sight of that heart-pounding smile gracing his face again. say it!
i'll give you all my life my seasons
“jo,” he hummed in response at the soft call of his name, eyes focusing on yours, gaze pulling you in. say it now! “i like you.”
by your side i'll be your seasons
his shoulders stiffed, pinky tightening around yours. the room felt like it was closing up on you with every passing moment of silence. you nervously muttered his name, scared out of your mind, “jojo?”
“can i kiss you, please?” voice barely above a whisper, already leaning hoping you would say yes. his ears are a bright red, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. you don’t miss the way his breathing grows heavy.
you nodded and instantly felt his lips press against yours. shaky and uncertain until he feels you ease into it, hand sliding up his chest before carefully cradling his flushed cheek. his hand wrapped around your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt tightly before pulling you close, perfectly fitting in between his arms. like you were always meant to be there.
both your hearts pounded strongly. the beat ringing in your ears in tune with the muffled sound of the music outside. breathless, you broke the kiss only to see him chasing after it. a laugh slipped before he captured your mouth once again, the two of you now smiling into the kiss like lovesick fools. “jojo..”
“i like you too. a lot. for a while actually,” he breathlessly said, giving your lips little pecks. his eyes were dazed, breath heavy, and lips just a tad swollen. his finger thumbs your bottom lip, pulling at it as he asked, “can i, pretty?”
without an answer, you leaned back into him, arms around his neck and his around your waist, quickly falling back into the rhythm with his lips against yours. asakura jo. a man that easily slipped into your life and now you can’t imagine a day without him.