#jun fics

October 20, 2000 Somewhere in the wilderness of Washington State

"Are you sure we're going the right way?"

"Yyyyeah," Jun answers you hesitantly. "I mean, we have to be right?" His eyes shift nervously over to you in the passenger seat.

"I thought so, but we were definitely supposed to be there already…"

You flip through the stapled stack of papers in your hand, scouring the printed out MapQuest directions for anything you missed, but you swear you followed them to a T. Yet, here you are, still driving down this endless pitch-black country road, illuminated only by Jun's 1987 Honda Civic's feeble high beams, not a sign of civilization in sight for miles now.

"I think… we should turn around," Jun announces defeatedly after glancing at the dashboard. "Car's running out of juice."

"Already?? Ughhh," you groan, dropping directions to the floor as you rub your tired eyes.

"I'm really sorry," Jun apologizes, looking sheepish. This was supposed to be a fun little weekend escape, the first in your new relationship together — but it's gone all wrong already, and he feels awful.

"You don't need to be sorry, it's not your fault," you console him. "Stupid MapQuest led us astray."

"I can't believe there's wrong information on the internet," Jun laments. He slows down, checking his mirrors before he swings the car around in a u-turn. "We passed a gas station at some point — I think we should have enough fuel to get us back there."

"Fingers crossed," you reply quietly.

Jun drives back the way he came, but fifteen, twenty, thirty minutes pass without a gas station in sight. All you see are trees, tall and looming, their dark outlines zipping by as you drive past.

"Where the damn hell is this gas station??" Jun wonders out loud. At this point, you both are tired, anxious, and just want somewhere you can stop for the night. You peek over at the fuel gauge — the tank is dangerously close to empty. Your lip quivers as you try to hold back the tears welling in your eyes, but you're too exhausted and scared. You start to sob quietly, looking out the window to hide your face, but Jun notices.

"Hey, y/n, it's gonna be okay," he tells you softly, reaching over to place his hand on your arm reassuringly. "I promise."

You give him a small nod, sniffling as you dry your tears with your sleeve. As you look back out the window, you spot a faint light in the distance.

"Look!" you say, perking up as you point at it through the windshield. "What's that?"

Jun speeds up a little, bringing into view the outline of a short, long building. It has a sign, unlit, but as you approach the car's high beams illuminate its single word: MOTEL

"Oh thank god," you slump into your seat in relief.

"It doesn't look very… open," Jun mutters, not letting himself get excited just yet. He presses the brake, slowing the car as he turns it into the gravel parking lot. It's empty, except for a rusty old truck parked in the grass that looks like it hasn't been operational in years. He pulls up to the building with the singular lit lantern — the motel office, presumably. It looks dark inside, and the blinds in the door window are shut, but the crooked, hand-written sign in the glass is flipped to OPEN. You stare at each other, both of you wary of this whole situation.

"Maybe… they'll at least have some gas?" you say to Jun, doubtful, but what choice do you have?

"Well, can't hurt to ask," Jun shrugs. He turns the key and the car engine goes silent. You unbuckle, reaching for the door handle, but he grabs you by the arm to stop you.

"Wait, don't get out yet." He pops open his door and jumps out of the car, briskly walking around to the passenger side and opening your door for you. He wraps his arm around you as you get out, holding you close to him.

"Whatever you do, don't leave my side," he mumbles quietly in your ear. "This place gives me the creeps."

He reaches for the round door knob, turning it slowly — to both your surprise, it turns. He swings the door inward, peering into the dim interior. Behind the counter sits a short, balding man, his round glasses glowing from the reflection of the screen of the small tv on the desk that appears to be the room's only light source. It seems to be playing a football game of some kind, but its volume is off, leaving the room eerily silent. The man looks up, peering at you with tired eyes. He doesn't say anything — just stares.

"Excuse me, sir" Jun asks, throwing a friendly smile on as he addresses the man. "We seem to have taken a wrong turn and we're running a bit low on fuel. Is there any chance you have any gas around here? I'd be happy to pay you for it."

"In the morning."

The man's voice is gruff. Based on the grimy ashtray full of cigarette butts sitting on his desk and the stale odor in the air, you assume he's a chain smoker.

Jun looks at him, waiting for him to elaborate. The man rolls his eyes.

"I don't have any now. But I'll have some in the morning."

"O…kay…" Jun replies, still confused. "You mean like, someone's gonna bring some by, or-"

"Yeah. In the morning."

Jun would love to know what the fuck he means by that, but he also desperately wants to exit this conversation.

"Okay, well, um, do you have any rooms available then?"

"Yes."

He stares at the man, waiting for him to do literally anything, but he doesn't even move. Looking closer, he doesn't even appear to be blinking. A shiver rushes over your skin; you're not cold, but you huddle closer into Jun anyway.

"Can we have one?"

The man stares back, unmoving. You start to wonder if he fucking died when he suddenly produces a single silver key from his breast pocket. He tosses it onto the desk.

"Room 4."

Jun reaches for the key, backing away from the desk as soon as it's in his palm.

"Thanks. Do I pay you now or-?"

"In the morning."

Jun gives the man a nod, quickly whisking you away as he bounds back out the door.

"Are you sure we should spend the night here?" you whisper to him as he leads you back toward the car.

"No, not really," he admits in a hushed voice. "But it's this or sleeping in the car, and that seems like an even worse idea."

He turns the key in the trunk lock. It pops open and he quickly grabs your bags, slamming it shut and relocking it. You both turn to head to your room, but are startled by the sight of an old lady in a wheelchair sitting right behind you.

"Jesus Christ!" Jun hisses under his breath, nearly jumping out of his skin. The old lady stares past you two, her eyes clouded with cataracts. Her hair is long and scraggly, dark-grey strands hanging in a tangle over the dingy brown flannel she has on over a full-length yellowed dress.

"Never open the door after midnight," she tells you in a hoarse voice. "Not for anyone, not for anything."

Her thin, wrinkled lips purse together as she starts wheeling herself away, slowly turning and continuing on past your car.

"Safety rises with the sun," she adds, eyes fixed straight ahead at nothing. You watch her roll away languidly until Jun grabs your hand.

"We better get inside," he murmurs nervously. You make a beeline for the room marked with a rusty metal 4, noticing the number sign is barely hanging on to the wall with one very loose nail. Jun sticks the key in the door, unlocking it with a click. He pushes the door open slowly, reaching inside and fumbling for a light switch. He finds it, flipping it on — a singular, exposed light bulb hanging from the ceiling flickers to life weakly, revealing a surprisingly normal looking motel room. The space is small, most of it occupied by the single queen size bed that much to your relief has fresh-looking sheets on it. Two simple nightstands stand next to each side of the bed, and on a small table across the room sits a boxy TV with slightly bent antennas. You glance back over your shoulder as you enter, looking past Jun's shoulder, but the strange old lady has seemingly vanished.

Once inside Jun immediately turns the deadbolt and locks the chain. Two thin red curtains hang over the shut blinds; he tugs them closed, making sure there are no gaps in the window. You plop your bag down, taking your shoes off before throwing yourself at the bed and immediately diving under the covers.

"I'm sure we'll sleep great tonight," you remark with an anxious laugh. Jun kicks his sneakers off, flipping the light off as he heads to bed as well. The room turns dark, but not pitch-black — the lantern outside the motel office creates a faint glow around the edges of the curtains. As your eyes adjust you see Jun climbing into bed beside you. Your heart flutters — this is the first time you're sharing a bed with him, which would probably be making you nervous if not for all the weird shit that's happened tonight that has you nervous already.

"We'll leave first thing in the morning, provided our pal back there actually can give us the gas he so graciously offered us."

The sarcasm in his voice makes you smile slightly. You feel safe beside Jun— even if you are stuck in this creepy motel for the night. But soon the strange old lady's words start to replay in your head, making you feel uneasy again.

"What do you think she meant?" you ponder out loud. "Never open the door after midnight… what was that about?"

"I think it means she's off her rocker," Jun answers matter-of-factly, making you smile a little. "Don't worry about her. Try and get some rest."

"I'll try," you say halfheartedly.

"Goodnight, y/n."

"Goodnight."

You lay there, trying to relax, but unsurprisingly you're still decently on edge. Jun seems to be as well — he wiggles around a bit before rolling over and gently resting his arm around your waist.

"Is this okay?" he asks softly.

"Yes," you answer, snuggling into him eagerly. "This is very okay."

"Good," he smiles, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You lay cuddled together comfily, but neither of you can seem to fall asleep.

Eventually Jun's hand drifts underneath your shirt, tucking it underneath the fabric and resting his palm on your belly, rubbing your soft skin gently with his thumb. It's comforting, but also the intimacy is starting to turn you on. Jun — who is already turned on by your mere presence next to him — doesn't want to pressure you into anything, but he really likes you, and he certainly wouldn't mind getting to second base at least.

You cuddle in closer to him, you as his little spoon, not-so-subtly pressing your ass against his crotch. Jun's heart begins to beat quickly — he tries not to get a boner, but it's too late. The blood is already rushing down there, and his cock begins to stiffen against your butt. You smile, pleased with yourself that he's already this turned on at the slightest provocation.

Jun's hand starts to wander, sliding up your belly, hesitating as he feels the swell of your breast against his fingertips — but you give him a nudge, pushing his hand up and over your boob. He excitedly squeezes at it, thumb brushing lightly against your pebbling nipple. You let out a very soft whimper, but it's enough to make his cock throb against your ass. He begins feverishly grasping at your boobs, pinching your nipples lightly as he tucks his head into the crook of your neck, planting a couple kisses on the delicate skin.

"Tell me to stop if you don't want me to-" he whispers, but you shut him up by grinding against his dick.

"Don't stop," you tell him breathily.

His hand excitedly meanders to the waistband of your sweats as he continues to kiss you, slipping underneath the pants as his fingers graze over your core through your underwear.

"Fuck," he moans as he discovers the damp patch in your panties. "I can feel how wet you are already."

"What can I say, I like you."

At that he slips his fingertips underneath the fabric, groaning at the stickiness awaiting him. He strokes your clit softly, the slow rhythmic movements of his hand stirring a sharp sensation in your gut. You let out a soft hum, your ass pressing into him as your back starts to arch. He swirls his fingertips around the bud, alternating between circling your clit and plunging his fingers into your heat. Soft moans escape your lips as he fingers you, reflexively making you grind your ass harder still against his boner.

"Oh god, keep doing that," he groans. "Actually, don't," he says, pulling his hips back. "I'm gonna bust already."

This only makes you press into him more, rubbing his clothed cock between your cheeks.

"Oh fuckkkkkk," he moans, rutting against you as he starts losing his composure. His fingers continue their delicate brushstrokes against your clit, making it swell and throb as he touches you perfectly to your undoing. Your legs shake as you climax, soft moans filling the room as he works your clit through your orgasm. As your body slows you reach behind you and grab his dick through his pants, giving it long slow strokes.

"Holy shit," he mumbles, flopping onto his back as he rocks his hips back and forth against your palm. Despite your blissful daze you roll over, scooting down so your face hovers above his crotch. You undo the button, tugging the zipper down and pulling his cock out. Dribbles of precum spill from its tip; you lap them up with your tongue, prompting Jun to let out a long moan. You drag your lips around his length as you take the cock in your mouth, sucking at it slowly.

"Oh my god," he groans. "Will you…" His words trail off; you pop his dick out of your mouth and look at him.

"Will I what?" you smile at him sweetly.

"Will you please sit on my face? I need to taste you now," he pleads, reaching for your ass. You pull your bottoms off and swing your leg over his torso, sinking your pussy onto his lips as you put the head of his cock in your mouth and suck on it.

"Holy fucking shit," he groans, his voice muffled as he presses his whole face into your cunt, lapping up the sticky mess produced by your orgasm. "This is heaven."

His tongue flicks against your clit feverously as you bob your head up and down, taking his length down your throat. Jun starts babbling incoherently, unintelligible as he goes to town on your pussy. His hips start thrusting, fucking his cock into your mouth as you play with his balls.

"Baby, 'm gonna cum…"

You can barely decipher his words, but right as he says them a release of hot cum shoots into the back of your throat. His cock pulses as he jerks his hips, tongue still furiously working your clit, driving you to cum again. You gag as your body trembles atop your boyfriend, coating his face in your juices as he gives you a few final spurts of his release. You carefully pull your lips off his length, collecting all of his cum and swallowing it. Sleepily grabbing your sweats, you shimmy back into them before the chill of the room gets to you, then collapse onto the bed beside him. He tugs at your arm, pulling you back into his embrace as he takes you as his little spoon again.

"Wow," he mumbles, his voice gravelly in your ear. "That was incredible."

Hot breaths escape your lips as you try to catch your breath. "Yeah it was." Jun giggles, squeezing you lightly.

"Let's try get some sleep now," he mutters . You nod, already drifting off to sleep in his arms.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

You bolt upright, the springs of the cheap mattress creaking beneath you. You scan the room, disoriented, but then you remember where you are. Jun's eyes open reluctantly. As he clumsily props himself up on his elbows, the sound returns again.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

"Hey kids, I got your gasoline," the gruff voice of the motel manager calls through the door. You and Jun stare at each other — it's still the middle of the night, you haven't been asleep long. Reaching for your wristwatch on the nightstand beside you, you tap its side button, the digital display lighting up neon blue and showing you the time: it's 2:00am on the dot. Jun slowly starts to get up, but the creepy old lady's words drift through your mind again: Never open the door after midnight.

"Wait!" you whisper, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him back onto the bed. "Remember what the old lady said?"

"It's just the manager though," he replies calmly. "We can get the gas and get out of here."

"Why did he tell us like five times that we had to wait until morning if he was just gonna knock on our door at 2am then?" you point out, showing him your glowing watch face. You see the gears in Jun's head turning, finally clicking as a worried look washes over his face.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

"C'mon kids, you wanna get out of here or what?" the man outside the door calls to you, but the inflection in his voice sounds like he's taunting you now.

"Tell him to just leave it outside," you whisper to Jun. He nods slowly in agreement.

"You can leave it outside the door," he calls out in a raised voice. "We'll get it, thanks."

"Don't keep me waiting," the man growls at you. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. "C'mon, open the door." KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

"Should we look out the window?" Jun whispers, looking at you. "See if he actually has the gas?"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

"I'm waaaaaaitinggggg," the man bellows, a sinister timbre overtaking his voice.

You shake your head. "If he does have the gas he can just leave it. There's no reason we need to open the door."

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

"You want this shit or not, motherfuckers?!" the man screeches, his voice grating and sharp as nails.

"Should we call the police?" you ask as you shrink into Jun, clinging to him anxiously. He reaches for the landline beside him, but as he picks up the handset a loud continuous low tone echoes from the receiver. No signal. He quietly hangs the phone up and wraps his arms around you.

"He has to get bored eventually," he mutters into your ear. "He's not gonna stand out there all night."

Silence fills the room, the only sound other than your own pounding heartbeat being the grotesque, wheezing breaths of the man outside the door.

"Alright, suit yourself," he finally grumbles angrily. You hear his shuffling footsteps as he stumbles away, the sound tapering off at an agonizingly slow pace before fully disappearing, plunging you back into deafening silence.

You take a sharp inhale, realizing that you've been holding your breath. You sink into Jun, holding onto him tight as you shiver, trying not to cry again.

"He's gone, we're okay," Jun assures you as he kisses you on the forehead. "C'mon, let's try and get some rest. We'll leave first thing in the morning."

He hugs you tight as you lay back down, the warmth of his body relaxing you some. You intertwine your fingers with his, holding his hand as you try to fall back asleep — it feels hopeless at first, but by some miracle, you are soon slipping off into unconsciousness again.

tap tap tap

Still half asleep, the sound filters into your dream. You aren't exactly having a nightmare, but strange shadowy imagery floods your mind's eye, and the vibes are certainly off.

tap tap tap

Hearing it again, you realize the sound is coming from an external source. You squint one eye open, staring at the dark ceiling of the motel room you are displeased to find yourself still in. Your hand is still holding Jun's as he snores gently beside you.

tap tap tap

"Jun…" you mumble, shaking him lightly. He mutters something unintelligible, flopping his head over in his sleep. "Jun," you try again. His eyes pop open.

"What is it?" he asks sleepily, but the sound returns again.

tap tap tap

He sits up, looking toward the locked door where the rapping appears to be coming from.

"Excuse me," a small voice trickles through the door. It sounds like a child.

"I can't find my mommy," the child calls out timidly. "Can you help me find her?"

You look over to Jun, his wide eyes telling you he is as unnerved as you are.

tap tap tap "Excuse meee."

Reaching for your watch again, you check the time: 4:00am, on the dot.

"Do you think that's actually a child?" you whisper. Jun slowly shakes his head, and you can tell he's thinking the same thing you are: it's the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere — where on earth would an unattended child even come from?

"Don't open it," he mouths. You nod; you weren't planning on opening the door earlier, and you certainly aren't planning on opening it now.

tap tap tap "Can you help me please?" tap tap tap "Please?"BANG BANG BANG "WHY WON'T YOU HELP ME."

The child's voice is garbled as it bellows, the growls of some horrible, angered beast breaking through the timid words.

BANG BANG BANG

The door quakes with each booming impact. You cover your ears, trying to drown out the awful sound. Jun holds onto you as he stares at the door with fright, hoping and praying whatever's out there can't break it down.

BANG BANG BANG

tap tap tap

You hesitantly lift your hands from your ears, but the banging has ceased, replaced with the light tapping again.

tap tap tap

"Can you help me find my mommy?"

The voice has returned to that of a child, but it is no less frightening. You wait, trying to reason that if the manager (or whoever it was before) had left, then whoever it is now will also leave eventually. A few minutes of silence pass, before the small voice pipes up again.

"Sorry to bother you. I guess I'll go now."

Light footsteps echo as the child appears to depart. You are once again left in silence.

Neither you or Jun are able to fall back asleep. You both lay there in the eerie silence, tossing and turning, but the effort is futile.

You keep checking your watch, growing anxious as time passes. Your unwelcomed visitors had appeared exactly two hours apart, and it's now 5:53am. If the pattern continues, you're due for another in seven minutes.

You roll over toward Jun, finding him on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling. You know he sometimes sleeps with his eyes open, so you're unsure if he's awake or not, but his head turns to you.

"Hey," he whispers, beaming softly at you through heavy eyelids.

"Hi," you smile back. As freaky as this whole night has been, you've never felt truly in danger with him by your side.

He reaches over and grabs you, rolling you over on top of him. Your noses press together as he holds you tight against him, rubbing your back softly as you lay there. You give him a kiss, soft and slow. As your lips part he grins at you lazily.

"You're so pretty," he tells you lovingly. You know you absolutely look like death right now after this restless night, but Jun doesn't care. You look as beautiful to him now as you did the very first day he met you.

"It's almost morning," you tell him. "Do you think that creep-o manager will actually come through with the gas?"

"I sure hope so."

"As soon as the sun comes up, let's leave," you say to him. Safety rises with the sun, the old lady had said. And you sure fucking hope she is right.

knock knock knock-knock

"Honey? You in there? It's me."

Your blood turns to ice at the words carrying through the door. Jun's eyes widen in horror, him too recognizing the familiar voice.

"Honey? Come outside, your father and I are here to take you home."

The unmistakable voice of your mother rings warmly in your ears. A sense of relief washes over you, an instinctual reaction to her comforting nature — but still your stomach twists, because you know without a doubt that is not your mother outside the door.

knock knock knock-knock "Come on out, love," your mom's voice says, sweetly as ever, but it's all wrong. You cling to your boyfriend, tucking your head into the pillow as you try to drown out the sound, but the voice continues.

"Come on, let's get going," it calls, growing irritated as the knocking returns. "Don't you trust your mother?"

"Shhh, baby," Jun comforts you as you quietly start to cry, petting your hair and kissing you on the cheek. "The sun's almost up, it'll all be over soon."

knock knock knock-knock "You're not even going to answer the door for your own mother? How could you??" the voice mocks, its tone shifting to a deeper, unfamiliar register.

"Don't listen to it," Jun whispers.

knock knock knock-knock "Come on, honey," the voice snaps at you. "Open the door NOW."

Your face is buried in the pillow, but Jun taps you on the back. You lift your head, opening your eyes to see him pointing at the window. The curtains are still closed, but in the very corner you can see a sliver between the blinds, the faintest light of dawn peeking through. At long last, it is morning.

Suddenly, a horrid, bloodshot eye appears behind the glass.

"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!!!!!!!!!" a furious growl screeches. But as the sun rises past the horizon, its rays beam into the window, and when you look again, the eye is gone.

"I think it left," you say, bouncing out of bed and reaching for your shoes. Jun follows suit, collecting your packed bags; as he approaches the door, he carefully pulls the blinds back, peering outside.

"There's nothing out there," he says, sighing with relief as he turns to you. "It's gone."

Still nervous as he unlocks the door, he opens it slowly, but just as he said, the coast is clear. He takes your hand as you both sprint to the car, cheering when you spot a canister of gas sitting on the ground by the back tire. He picks it up, grinning widely as the full container of liquid sloshes around inside. He unlocks the car and pops the gas tank, filling the car as fast as he can. While he does that, you look at the office, wondering if the creepy manager is inside — but you notice the sign in the window is flipped to CLOSED. You walk over to the door, turning the handle, but it's locked, and as you pull your hand away you notice a thick layer of dirt on your hand from touching the knob. You look around at the motel in the daylight, getting a good look at it for the first time. Everything is as it appeared last night — except, the entire place looks horrifically run down, dilapidated and crumbling, with overgrown weeds and ambling vines snaking up the exterior walls. No sign of the manager, or the strange old lady in the wheelchair, or a lost child or your mother. It's as if this place was long since abandoned — sitting untouched for years.

"Done!" Jun shouts, tossing the emptied canister aside as he shuts the fuel door, the tank now filled. He runs over to you, giving you an elated celebratory kiss before grabbing your hand and tugging you back toward the car.

"C'mon, let's get the hell out of here."

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The autumn breeze carried a hint of excitement as you hurried across the sprawling campus of Seoul National University. Your backpack, heavy with textbooks and a laptop, bounced against your spine with each step. The leaves, painted in vibrant shades of red and gold, rustled beneath your feet as you navigated the familiar path to your Korean Language and Culture class.

It had been three months since you arrived in South Korea as an exchange student, leaving behind the comfort of your home country for the adventure of a lifetime. The initial culture shock had given way to a sense of wonder and appreciation for the bustling city of Seoul and its rich history. You had made friends, tried countless new foods, and immersed yourself in a language that once seemed impossibly complex but now flowed from your lips with growing confidence.

But despite the thrill of your new life, there was an undeniable ache in your heart – a Jun-shaped hole that no amount of kimchi or K-dramas could fill.

Jun, your boyfriend of two years, had always dreamed of becoming a K-pop idol. You had been there from the beginning, cheering him on through grueling auditions, years of training, and the nerve-wracking debut showcase with SVT. Now, at 26, he was living his dream as the main dancer and vocalist of SVT, a group that had taken the K-pop world by storm and was currently celebrating their 9th year since debut.

You were incredibly proud of Jun, but his success came at a price. The long-distance relationship that had once seemed manageable now felt like an insurmountable challenge. Your schedules rarely aligned – when you were awake, he was often sleeping off the exhaustion from a concert, variety show appearance, or group practice. Your conversations were reduced to hurried video calls and a constant stream of text messages, each one a digital lifeline keeping your connection alive.

As you approached the Humanities building, you fished your phone out of your pocket, hoping for a message from Jun. Your heart sank when you saw the empty notification bar. It had been two days since his last message – a group selca of SVT looking exhausted but happy after a sold-out concert in Bangkok. You knew he was busy, but the silence still stung.

With a sigh, you pocketed your phone and pushed open the heavy doors of the building. The cool air conditioning was a welcome relief from the autumn sun. You made your way to the classroom, sliding into your usual seat near the window. As you pulled out your notebook and pencil case, your mind wandered to Jun. 

Where was he now? Tokyo? Manila? The cities of their world tour blurred together in your mind. You pictured him on stage, his graceful dance moves captivating the audience, his voice blending perfectly with his fellow members, his charismatic smile making Carats' hearts flutter. A pang of longing hit you as you remembered the way he used to practice his parts for you, just the two of you in his tiny trainee dorm room, his movements precise even in the limited space.

"Y/N-ssi, are you with us?" Professor Kim's voice snapped you back to reality. You blinked, realizing the class had already started.

"Yes, Sir. I’m sorry,," you apologized, feeling your cheeks heat up as your classmates giggled.

Professor Kim gave you a knowing smile. "That’s okay. Now, let's continue with our discussion on the influence of Confucianism on modern Korean society."

You tried to focus on the lecture, scribbling notes and participating in the class discussion. But your mind kept drifting back to Jun. You missed his laugh, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the feeling of his hand in yours. You missed the quiet moments between his schedules when you'd curl up together, watching dramas or planning your future. You missed being able to support him in person, to give him a hug after a tough day or celebrate SVT's victories with more than just a congratulatory text.

As the class drew to a close, Professor Kim assigned a group project on Korean cultural festivals. You paired up with Min-ji, a friendly Korean student who had taken you under her wing since your arrival.

"Y/N-ah, you seem distracted today," Min-ji said as you packed up your things. "Is everything okay?"

You managed a small smile. "I'm fine, just missing home a little."

Min-ji's eyes softened with understanding. "And by home, you mean Jun-oppa from SVT, right?"

You nodded, grateful for her perceptiveness. Min-ji was one of the few people who knew about your relationship with Jun. You had sworn her to secrecy – even though SVT was well-established, dating was still a sensitive topic in the K-pop world, and you didn't want to cause any trouble for Jun or the group.

"I know it's hard," Min-ji said, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. "But you're strong, Y/N-ah. And Jun-oppa is lucky to have someone who supports his dreams and SVT so much."

"Gomawo, Min-ji-ya," you said, feeling a lump form in your throat. "I just wish..."

Your words were cut off by a commotion outside. The sound of excited chatter and what seemed like... music? drifted through the open windows. You and Min-ji exchanged curious glances before joining the stream of students heading towards the source of the noise.

As you stepped outside, the autumn sun momentarily blinded you. You blinked, trying to make sense of the scene before you. A crowd had gathered in the central courtyard, surrounding what looked like a hastily assembled stage. The music grew louder – a familiar melody that made your heart skip a beat.

"No way," you whispered, pushing your way through the crowd. "It can't be..."

But it was. There, on the makeshift stage, stood Jun. His black hair was styled in the comma style you loved, a few strands falling artfully over his forehead. He wore simple black jeans and a white t-shirt under a leather jacket – a far cry from SVT's usual coordinated stage outfits. His eyes scanned the crowd as he sang, his voice clear and strong, filling the courtyard with the sweet melody of "Falling for U," the special unit song he had recorded with Joshua.

Your feet moved of their own accord, carrying you closer to the stage. The crowd seemed to part for you, or maybe you were just pushing your way through, oblivious to everything but the sight and sound of Jun.

As if drawn by some magnetic force, Jun's eyes found yours in the crowd. His face lit up with a smile so bright it rivaled the sun. Without missing a beat in the song, he extended his hand towards you, inviting you to join him on stage.

For a moment, you hesitated. This was crazy. Jun was an idol, a member of one of the biggest K-pop groups in the world. There were probably fans in the crowd, maybe even reporters. What about his image? SVT's reputation? A thousand worries flashed through your mind in an instant.

But then Jun winked at you, that same mischievous wink he'd given you on your first date, and all your doubts melted away. You took his hand, letting him pull you up onto the stage as the crowd cheered.

Up close, you could see the exhaustion hidden behind Jun's smile, the slight puffiness under his eyes that spoke of too many sleepless nights and intense performances. But his eyes were shining with joy and love as he sang directly to you, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek.

As the final notes of the song faded away, Jun lowered the microphone. The crowd's cheers seemed distant, muffled by the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

"Surprise," Jun said softly, his breath warm against your ear as he pulled you into a tight hug.

You buried your face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with something uniquely Jun. "What are you doing here?" you mumbled against his shirt, not quite believing this was real.

Jun chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "I missed you," he said simply. Then, louder, addressing the crowd: "Thank you all for listening! I hope you enjoyed this special SVT unit performance."

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, with shouts of "SVT!" and "Jun-oppa!" ringing out. You became acutely aware of the dozens of phones pointed in your direction, capturing this moment for posterity – and potentially social media. A flicker of worry must have shown on your face because Jun squeezed your hand reassuringly.

"It's okay," he whispered. "I cleared it with the members and the company. No more hiding."

Before you could process what that meant, Jun was guiding you off the stage and through the crowd. You caught glimpses of shocked faces – your classmates, professors, random students who had gathered for the impromptu performance. Min-ji gave you a thumbs up and a wide grin as you passed her, mouthing "Daebak!" with an impressed expression.

Jun led you to a quiet corner of the campus, a secluded spot behind the library where you often came to study. Only when you were alone did he finally release your hand, turning to face you with a mixture of excitement and nervousness in his eyes.

"I can't believe you're here," you said, drinking in the sight of him. He looked different from the last time you'd seen him in person – more mature, with sharper features and a new confidence in his posture. But his eyes were the same, warm and full of love.

Jun ran a hand through his hair, a habit he'd never quite shaken despite SVT's stylists' best efforts. "I couldn't stay away any longer," he admitted. "We had a two-day break between concerts, and I just... I had to see you."

"But what about your schedule? The members? Won't you get in trouble?" The questions tumbled out of you, your practical side warring with the part of you that just wanted to throw yourself into his arms and never let go.

Jun's smile turned sheepish. "About that... I may have pulled a few strings. And by strings, I mean I may have begged Seungcheol-hyung and threatened to write a whole album of sad Chinese ballads if they didn't let me come."

You couldn't help but laugh at the mental image. "Jun! You didn't!"

"I did," he said, his expression growing serious. "Y/N, these past few years with SVT have been amazing. Performing, meeting Carats, achieving our dreams together – it's everything I ever hoped for. But none of it means anything if I can't share it with you."

Your heart swelled at his words. "Jun, I'm so proud of you and SVT. I don't want to hold you back or cause any problems for your career or the group."

Jun shook his head, taking both of your hands in his. "You could never hold me back. You're the reason I've made it this far. Your support, your love – it's what keeps me going on those days when everything feels too hard, too overwhelming. The members understand that. They've been pushing me to do this, actually."

Tears pricked at your eyes. "I've missed you so much," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I've missed you too," Jun said, pulling you close. "Every city, every stage – I kept wishing you were there. That's why I talked to the members and the company. No more hiding, no more pretending we're just friends. I want the world to know how much I love you."

Your eyes widened. "Are you sure? What about the fans? SVT's image?"

Jun's smile was soft but determined. "Our real Carats will understand. They've always supported us in our personal happiness. And as for our image... SVT has always been about honesty and connection with our fans. I'm an idol, yes, but I'm also just a man in love with an incredible person who supports my dreams and my group. Why should I hide that?"

Overwhelmed by emotion, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his. Jun responded immediately, wrapping his arms around you and deepening the kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of months of longing, of love that had only grown stronger despite the distance.

When you finally pulled apart, both slightly breathless, Jun rested his forehead against yours. "I have to leave for Taipei tomorrow night," he said regretfully. "We have a fan meeting."

Your heart sank at the thought of him leaving so soon, but you pushed the feeling aside. "Then we'll make the most of the time we have," you said with determination.

Jun's eyes lit up. "I was hoping you'd say that. I may have cleared your schedule with the international student office. How do you feel about playing tour guide for the day?"

You laughed, feeling lighter than you had in months. "I'd love to. Where do you want to go first?"

"Anywhere," Jun said, lacing his fingers with yours. "As long as I'm with you, I'm home. But maybe we could stop by that dakgalbi place you've been raving about? The members made me promise to bring back some food."

As you left the campus hand in hand, you knew there would be challenges ahead. Long-distance relationships were never easy, especially with Jun's hectic life as a SVT member. There would be rumors to deal with, possibly some backlash from possessive fans. But looking at Jun, seeing the love and determination in his eyes, you knew you could face anything together.

The future stretched out before you, full of possibilities. Maybe you'd join SVT on tour during your semester breaks. Maybe Jun would surprise you with more impromptu visits. Maybe one day, you'd stand side by side at award shows, no longer hiding your relationship.

For now, though, you were content to walk the streets of Seoul with Jun, pointing out your favorite cafes and study spots, listening to him talk animatedly about SVT's experiences on tour and the latest antics of the members. Every so often, he'd squeeze your hand or plant a kiss on your cheek, as if reassuring himself that you were really there.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in brilliant shades of orange and pink, you and Jun found yourselves on the banks of the Han River. Families picnicked on the grass, and couples strolled hand in hand along the water's edge. In the distance, the city lights began to twinkle to life, a reminder of the vibrant world you both belonged to.

"You know," Jun said, wrapping an arm around your waist as you looked out over the water, "I think I finally understand what all those love songs we perform are really about."

You leaned into him, savoring his warmth. "Oh? And what's that?"

Jun turned to face you, his eyes soft in the fading light. "That feeling of coming home, even when you're far from everything familiar. That's what you are to me, Y/N. My home, my anchor, my star. Just like how SVT is my family on stage, you're my family off stage."

As Jun's lips met yours once more, the world around you faded away. In that moment, there was no distance, no busy schedules, no uncertain future. There was only you and Jun, two hearts beating as one, united by a love that transcended time and space.