#jun cute

Almost, because as the setting sun tinged the bedroom a delicate shade of pink, his playful lips brushed against your earlobe, catching your breath in your throat, and suddenly the world stopped spinning. You truly couldn’t help but notice your current predicament—his body hovered over yours as you laid back against his pillows—and you knew the realization had hit him as well when his childish grin soon morphed into something even more mischievous. Before you had time to comment, however, he kissed you again, much slower this time, allowing his lips to map out the delicate skin of your neck and savor in the reactions that he pulled from you. Which is why, when his teeth ever-so-slightly grazed your neck between kisses, the shiver that coursed through you instantly mesmerized him. He wanted even more, so long as you would let him.

“Junhui,” you gasped, partially out of playfulness and partially due to the way your heart raced whenever there was hardly any space between the two of you.  “Did you just…bite me?”

A cheeky laugh, followed by a whisper against your skin. “Maybe.” He paused, and you could feel the beginnings of a deep blush dust your cheeks. You found his lips brushing gently against your collarbone as he spoke, and his voice lost that lovely lilt of impishness, picking up an air of shameless flirtation instead. “Did, uhm…did you like it?”

You didn’t quite know how to respond to such a brazen question, especially since his fingertips danced delicately over your jaw and bottom lip as he pulled away to stare down at you. You honestly didn’t think he was trying to be cocky; his cinnamon locks flopped haphazardly in front of his hazel eyes that sought your approval. If anything, he looked beautifully innocent, topped off with a shy giggle that hinted at slight embarrassment. Yet another one of those breathtaking sights that occured much too often when you were around Wen Junhui, although you never quite found yourself getting used to them.

“I dunno.” You finally settled on a timid answer while your fingers combed through his messy locks. Like a puppy, he melted into your touch, and only after you tugged on his hair slightly did his eyes flutter back open to witness his boldness rubbing off on you. “I think you might have to try again so I can really be sure.” You chuckled despite the obvious intent of your words.

And that’s when he offered you one of his soft smiles, the kind where the beauty of the galaxies themselves breaks out amongst his features, and buried his face between the pillows and your neck to leave painfully slow kisses along your sensitive skin.

Junhui never moved at a fast pace; upon your introduction, the poor boy quite literally hid behind his own hands out of sheer self-consciousness. That day he only spoke to you when his entire face was covered, later explaining that he didn’t want you to see how affected he was by your attractiveness. Once you officially started dating, it took weeks for the deep blush that painted his cheeks whenever you held his hand to subside, and even then the action was typically followed by awkward giggles on his part. These reasons, combined with the general knowledge of Junhui’s sensitive and goofy nature, led you to believe that you would always have to make the first move. Your three-month dating history with him had done nothing but support this hypothesis.

Which is why you were more than surprised when you suddenly found Junhui’s lips sucking needy hickies into your collarbone and an encouraging knee jutted between your legs for the smallest amount of friction.

Making-out with your boyfriend was not a foreign concept, but it normally occurred with an air of uncertainty and ended when Jun’s nerves got the better of him. Tonight, however, as the beginning traces of dusk settled on Junhui’s sleepy country home, his tender hands enamored you with their gentle exploration of your body—slipping gently from your cheeks down your sides, lightly tracing the curve of your body before shyly resting on your waist—and you melted into his magnetic pull. Tonight, everything felt just right, illuminated in the light of contradiction. Junhui was assured, yet careful. Intense, yet gentle. All-consumingly passionate and lazily peaceful all rolled into one confusing, wonderful package.

And even though the sun had already dipped below the horizon, Junhui borrowed the deep purples and blues from the sky to paint confessions of want against your skin. Permanent reminders of his love, he would later call them with a shy giggle, although truly it didn’t matter what cute nickname he gave them; you knew exactly what they were, and the memory of how they got there would always leave you with a deep blush and heated skin.

“Wow,” you breathed much later, after the rush of adrenaline had passed, leaving the two of you to stare at each other with intertwined fingers and gazes shimmering with admiration. Jun still hovered above you, with his honey-brown hair now disheveled due to your greedy hands and his lips swollen and slick from kisses. Truly, he looked as beautiful as ever, and for a moment you wondered if he would allow you to capture a picture of him like this, just so you could preserve the image forever. ”Wen Junhui.” You found yourself unable to withhold your thoughts; his named slipped easily from your lips, which were tugged into a cheesy grin. “You truly are a masterpiece.”

The boy only shook his head in denial and responded with the ever-so mature and clever, “No, you are.” But you could tell by his rose-dusted cheeks that he believed what he was saying with a ferocity. You had no choice but to indulge in his sincerity as Junhui tenderly kissed your knuckles. He could never refrain from giggling anytime his lips met your skin so wholesomely, which you viewed as yet another reason why you loved him so unfathomably much. “In fact, you’re so beautiful that sometimes I think I’m gonna die from looking at you.” His eyes widened comically, as if to further exaggerate the urgency of his point, and his head flopped down onto the pillow next to you.

“Junieeee,” you dragged the nickname out in a whine, hopping up from the floor and raced to the window with a smile. “Look!” 

He couldn’t even see your face, but he could picture the way it crinkled in delight as you placed your forehead against the cool glass. He bit his lip, trying and failing to hide his wide, lovestruck grin as he glanced up from his chemistry book. 

You turned around to look at him with pleading eyes, and Junhui felt his breath hitch in his throat. “Can we go out? Just for a bit?” You hastily made your way over to him, tightly grabbing his forearm as he wrote down formulas. “Ten minutes. Please please please?”

Junhui sighed, peeking over at your precalculus notebook that was resting on the table beside him. He would be an awful tutor if he allowed you to ditch your work, especially since you hadn’t gotten much done, but who was he to say no when you were looking at him like that, when all the blood had rushed to the spot where your skin touched his? “Y-yeah, sure. Let me get my coat.”

Droplets of water clung to your eyelashes, and you walked backwards so that you could face Junhui while discussing the homework that you had barely started on. To be fair, Jun could barely get any of his assignments completed either, not when he was enthralled by the way you tapped your pencil against your lips whenever you thought or the way you hummed sweetly to yourself whenever you subconsciously decided it was too quiet. And now he could hardly focus on walking straight, for your wet hair was clinging to your cheeks as they stretched into dazzling smile. In that moment, Junhui decided that you were the most beautiful girl in your entire school and maybe even the entire universe, at which thought Junhui visibly cringed due to its stupidity.

“Are you even listening to me?” you scoffed at him, turning around and slowly falling into step beside him.

“Mhm,” he lied as the heat rushed to his face.

“Jun!” You pinched his ear with a chuckle. “You’re lying!” 

His ears were his tell, and you had figured that out a while ago. Although Junhui could usually keep a straight face if he concentrated hard enough, his ears always turned red whenever he lied. “Sorry. I was just thinking a lot. I’ll listen this time, I promise.”

You clicked your tongue in disapproval. “Tsk tsk. What is going on inside that head of yours, Wen Junhui?” 

This time, his entire face turned red with your question. “J-just, you know, running formulas Still thinking about my Chemistry assignment and that project that we—”

“Sure,” you cut him off, and it was only then that he realized you were shivering as the rain splattered against your bare arms. You weren’t wearing a jacket, he noted, and without a second thought, Jun shrugged off his own, receiving a puzzled glance from you. “What are you doing? It’s c-cold.” 

“I know,” he muttered before draping his warm jacket over your shoulders. “You’re shivering. Why didn’t you bring your own?”

He watched his oversized jacket rise and fall as you shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know, really.” You looked up at the sky. “I just got too excited, I guess.” He felt your hand brush against his as your steps slipped into a slower pace, and goosebumps accompanied the raindrops that tickled his skin. The air smelled of wet earth combined with the intoxicating scent of your shampoo that followed you around everywhere you went. He wanted to get closer, to allow the scent and everything else that followed to simply consume him. 

The two of you came to a stop on the sidewalk with nothing but the sound of the rain and Junhui’s racing heart buzzing in his ears. You were stunning with the rain kissing your cheeks, and he was slightly envious of the droplets as they danced around your lips. His jacket was far too large on you, a fact that only made his shy smile shine brighter. It was raining hard, but Junhui couldn’t care less—lightning could strike the very spot where you stood and Junhui’s eyes would never leave your features. 

“Junhui.” You breathed his full name into the misty air, a sound that he rarely got the pleasure of hearing fall from your lips. Not that he disliked the nickname you had given him—Jun, because “the way that you laugh reminds me of summer. Of June,” you had explained to him—but the way you said his whole name made his heart soar and his hands clammy.  

He couldn’t stand it anymore. “You’re beautiful,” he responded brazenly, like ripping off a band-aid, but his eyes searched your face for some sort of reaction. He flinched when your eyes filled with an unidentifiable emotion, and he opened his mouth to apologize for crossing the invisible line that the two of you had been dancing ever since he met you when you began to speak.

“Funny,” you looked down with a chuckle, tucking your dampened hair behind your ear. “Because I was just about to say the same to you.”

The relief that flooded over Junhui’s face was immediate, and you giggled in the most adorable way in response, sliding on up to your tiptoes and planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “Why don’t we go back?” you whispered as you pulled away, and Junhui opened his half-lidded eyes to find yours staring right back. He shook his head, for he was terrified that if you went back, everything else would revert back to they way it was before when Junhui would simply steal glances and blush whenever your skin accidentally brushed against his. Instead he moved closer, stood taller, planted his feet further into the ground.

“But I wanna stay...” he confessed with a small smile, and his shaky fingers found your dripping locks, combing through them gently. He saw you nod along with his words, confidence swelling within his heart as he watched you become mesmerized by his words. He was surprised by himself—surprised by his boldness, by the way he articulated his thoughts so smoothly when, normally, he would trip over his tongue. He decided that he could be bold once more, take one more jump today and pray to stick the landing.