#junhui drabbles

college fling!jun, who spent half the semester cracking dumb jokes about your prof’s comb-over, suddenly explaining concepts better than the professor himself? unreal.

“wait, wait,” you interrupt, pointing at a diagram. “so, like, the nucleus is just… chilling in the middle, bossing everyone around?”

he grins, leaning in closer, and damn, his perfume smells too good for a guy who looks like he only owns three hoodies. “exactly. it’s like me at a group project—doesn’t do much, but still gets credit.”

“i hate you,” you snort, but you’re laughing anyway, and somehow your brain is actually clicking with the material.

college fling!jun, who makes studying feel like less of a slow, painful death.

later, as you’re packing up, he scratches the back of his neck, looking all shy again, and it’s such a whiplash from confident bio-genius jun that you almost laugh. “uh, so… you wanna grab coffee or something? you know, as a reward for surviving bio?”

you raise an eyebrow. “this isn’t you trying to weasel into my project group again, is it?”

“what? no,” he says, but he’s grinning, and you already know he’s lying.

college fling!jun, who probably would try to scam his way into your group, but makes it so damn endearing you’d let him anyway.

it’s late—like, stupid late. the kinda late where your brain feels like it’s melting into a puddle of useless mush. you and jun are on the floor of your dorm, the carpet rough under your knees, surrounded by markers, cut-out letters, and one very sad excuse for a poster board. everyone else dipped like two hours ago, muttering something about “early classes” and “not wanting to lose brain cells”—like, rude much? but jun stayed.

college fling!jun, who’s now sitting cross-legged with his sleeves pushed up, forearms all veiny as he’s meticulously lining up the title letters.

“you’re actually kinda good at this,” you say, crawling closer on your knees, one hand pushing your hair back as it flops into your face. you’re half-joking, but also… not? like, his focus is insane.

he glances up, smirking. “you doubted me?”

“uh, yeah?” you deadpan, sitting back on your heels. “you’re the guy who brought a backpack full of biology books to a history lecture. forgive me for not immediately trusting your poster skills.”

he snorts, shaking his head as he smooths down a corner of the title. “at least I came prepared.”

“prepared for what? a different class?”

“y/n,” he says, tone mock-serious as he leans back on his hands, “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

that shuts you up for a second. the compliment—casual, like he didn’t just drop it in the middle of a roast session—has you blinking. you recover quick, though, because if college fling!jun is good at anything, it’s teasing, and you’re not about to let him have the upper hand.

“yeah, yeah,” you say, waving him off as you grab a marker and doodle a little star in the corner of the poster. “you keep saying that, but I haven’t seen you make a move yet. scared?”

his eyes flick to yours, and there’s this little glint in them that makes your stomach flip. “scared? of you?”

“yes, actually.”

he laughs, but there’s something about the way he’s looking at you now—like he’s considering something, weighing it. you’re close—closer than you realized, kneeling in front of him while he’s still sitting, one hand resting casually on his thigh.

“come here,” he says.

you tilt your head. “why?”

he leans forward, just a little, until you’re close enough to feel the warmth radiating off him. “because I said so.”

there’s a challenge in his tone, and you’re not one to back down. so, you shuffle closer, knees brushing against his as you sit back on your heels again. “happy now?”

he hums, eyes flicking over your face like he’s trying to memorize every detail. “getting there.”

“jun,” you start joking, half-something-else-entirely, but before you can finish, his hand slides up to cup your jaw, fingers warm against your skin as he leans in and kisses you.

he’s waiting for you to push him away. but you don’t. instead, you kiss him back, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between you.

and then… well, the guy’s got skills. his lips move against yours with this easy credit, and when his tongue flicks out to trace the seam of your mouth, you can’t help the little noise that escapes you. he takes that as encouragement, deepening the kiss until you’re dizzy, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you try to keep up.

college fling!jun, who’s apparently really, really good with his mouth.

you pull back just enough to catch your breath, your forehead resting against his as you both try to steady yourselves. “okay,” you say, voice a little breathless, “so you’re not scared.”

he laughs, low and soft, his hand still cradling your jaw. “nope. but you might be.”

before you can ask what he means, he’s kissing you again, harder this time, and then his hands are on your hips, pulling you into his lap like it’s nothing easier than that. you go willingly, settling against him as your hands find their way into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan against your mouth.

you’re both a little frantic now, hands wandering as the kiss turns messy, desperate. his fingers slide under the hem of your shirt, skimming over your skin and leaving a trail of heat in their wake. you shiver, pressing closer, and he takes the opportunity to mouth at your neck, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp.

“jun,” you moan, and it’s enough to make him pause, pulling back just enough to look at you.

“umm... so do you…”

you nod before he can even finish the question, your hands tugging at his shirt in answer. he grins, and then he’s helping you pull it off, tossing it somewhere behind him without a second thought.

college fling!jun, who’s skinny but stupidly cut, all lean muscle and sharp lines that you can’t help but trace with your fingers as he kisses you again.

“your turn,” he murmurs against your mouth, his hands already tugging at the hem of your shirt. you lift your arms, letting him pull it off.

“you’re so…” he starts, but then he shakes his head, like words aren’t enough. instead, he leans in, kissing you again as his hands explore, mapping out your chest, by pinching your nipples

things blur after that—when he finally settles between your thighs, his lips trailing kisses down your stomach, you think you might actually lose your marbles.

college fling!jun, who’s apparently a goddamn expert when it comes to going down on you. his tongue swinging your clit to the sides just to suck it all right after. your fingers are tangled in his hair, and you even feel pity about his scalp. he doesn’t stop until you’re cumming inside his mouth—you last minutes by the way—, your back arching off the floor as you cry out, your other hand holding a highlighter that you've found on the floor and decided that would be your stress ball.

and then he’s kissing his way back up your body, touching your hand to release the poor highlighter before it explodes in your hand. as he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “still think I’m scared?” he teases and you don’t even have the energy to come up with a clever reply.

college fling!jun, who’s cocky as hell but more than backs it up.

you pull him down for another kiss, your hands fumbling with the waistband of his sweatpants as you shift your hips, sinking down onto his lap. the stretch is dizzying. u hear your blood flow through your ears with the immediate sink, making your head spin as he grips your hips,.

college fling!jun who twitches every time you circle your clit as you ride him. the little gasps he lets out are addictive, this stuttered rhythm of groans and whines that have you clenching around him just to see how he’ll react.

“uhm—hands to yourself.” he chokes out, his head tilting back, exposing the long line of his neck, his adam apple bobbing up and down. you take advantage, leaning forward to press kisses there, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat against your lips. his hands tighten on your waist, his thighs flexing under you as he buck his hips up into you as a warning.

“j-jun,” you stammer, breath hitching as you shift, grinding down, making wet shots reach his ears, his head snaps up, eyes dark and glassy as they lock onto yours.

“you like that?” he rasps, his chest heaving as he fights to keep himself together. “‘cause i… i love watching you like this, pretty.”

college fling!jun, who moans loud enough to embarrass himself but is too lost in the feeling of you to care. his grip on you tightens as you find a rhythm. his noises grow louder, needier, every time you roll your hips, and you can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tighten as he gets closer, he always punishing you a little for teasing him, a pinch on your clit, a bite on your neck, a slap on your ass.

“y/n,” he groans, his voice shaking, and you’re right there with him, your own climax building as you reach down between your bodies, your fingers brushing against your clit again. the added sensation has you gasping, and he twitches inside you, his hands pulling you down hard against him as he lets out a broken moan.

“you’re so… gorgeous, fuck!” he mutters, his words slurred, and that’s all it takes for you to cum, your body fluttering as you cry out his name. the sound of it seems to tip him over the edge, his grip on you tightening as he follows, his body shaking beneath you as he spills inside you.

college fling!jun who collapses back onto the carpet, dragging you down with him, his arms wrapping around your ass, letting his hands lazily squeeze the meat there.

it’s like nothing happened when you two go to the college hallways to finish the project. when actually, everything happened all at once. jun’s sitting at the edge of your desk, eating one of your granola bars like he didn’t have you trembling in his lap just hours ago. you’re pretending to focus on your laptop, but your mind’s stuck on how his hair’s still a little messy and his shirt’s on inside out—your fault, obviously.

“what’s with the face?” he asks, mouth half-full, grinning like he knows exactly what’s with the face.

“you didn’t even ask before raiding my snacks,” you say, aiming for annoyed but landing somewhere near flustered.

“c’mon, you owe me,” he teases, leaning closer. “all that… effort? you’re lucky i’m still standing.”

you glare at him, but your face burns. “junhui, shut up.”

college fling!jun, who bites his lip to stop himself from laughing but ends up chuckling anyway, stupidly cute as he swings his legs. you’re about to throw a pen at him when he leans over and kisses your temple.

and that’s how it is now. he’s still jun—still the guy who hoards biology notes and carries all his books like the lockers are his mortal enemy—but there’s this… nerves now, this implicit thing hanging between you. like, when he’s explaining something in class, leaning over your desk, his voice low in your ear, and you’re trying not to think about how those same lips were on your pussy just a few nights ago. or when he slides into the seat next to you during study group, his knee brushing yours, and you glance at him, only to catch him already looking at you with that knowing smirk.

college fling!jun, who’s casual as hell in public but pulls you into empty classrooms when no one’s around, his hands already under your shirt as he kisses you like he’s been dying to all day.

it’s worse at night, though. he texts you at random hours, shit like, “you awake?” and “missed you today” with a dick pic coming right after, hard and dripping for you—like always. like he’s not gonna be in your bed an hour later, his hands sliding over your skin as he whispers your name.

“we’re so bad at this,” you tell him one night, lying tangled in his sheets, his arm thrown over your waist as he presses lazy kisses to your shoulder.

“bad at what?” he murmurs sleepy.

“keeping it casual,” you say, glancing back at him. “you’re always here, jun.”

he shrugs, pulling you closer. “maybe i like being here.”

college fling!jun, who’s starting to feel like more than a fling, but neither of you’s ready to say it out loud just yet. instead, you let it keep happening—the late-night visits, the stolen kisses between classes, the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters.

and maybe you’re not ready to say it, but you’re definitely feeling it. especially when he shows up at your door with takeout and that stupid grin, saying, “figured you’d be hungry,” like he hasn’t already fed you twice today.

"'two of you' who?" junhui feigns ignorance, finally shoving the food into his mouth.

minghao tsks at him as he shakes his head, "don't play dumb with me. you know who."

junhui pretends not to hear him and continues eating his dinner until minghao kicks him hard under the table, causing him to jump up from his seat slightly before rubbing at the spot that got kicked. he opens his mouth, ready to yell at minghao but the man opposite him just raises a brow at him as if to say "do it if you dare" and junhui backs down immediately.

"you know y/n doesn't feel that way about me," he pokes at the plate of food in front of him, suddenly seeming to have lost all of his appetite. "we're just best friends that's known each other since diapers."

minghao pulls his chair in so he can lean closer to junhui over the table. "you're crazy. all of us know that the two of you are stupidly in love with one another. anyone with eyes and a functioning brain can see that."

all junhui does in response is let out a defeated sigh. tossing his fork onto his plate, fully giving up on eating.

"you're literally living together and even share a pet cat," minghao continues.

"yeah, platonically."

"neither of you have dated anyone in the past 5 years that i've known you." minghao adds, hoping junhui realises just how ridiculous he's being.

"we just haven't met the right people," junhui shrugs with his gaze still trained on the plate.

"for god's sake!" minghao stands up to march over to his friend and turns him around to place both hands on his shoulders and shake him gently. "you're the right person for each other!"

junhui's about to argue that minghao's wrong but gets cut off instead.

"you literally behave like you've been married for at least 30 years!" minghao sits on the chair next to junhui, "you have feelings for y/n, don't you?"

junhui nods.

"then what's stopping you?"

at the question, junhui starts to sink into his chair slightly and he feels like his thoughts are running at a hundred miles an hour. "what if y/n doesn't feel the same way and then we can't even be friends anymore?"

minghao places a hand above his friend's knee and junhui looks up to meet his eyes. "i promise you, they feel the same way." he gives junhui a determined nod.

"i can't think straight right now," junhui leans back into the chair as he runs his hands through his hair then down his face with an incoherent noise. "i need to think everything through carefully before i even do anything."

suddenly, the front door opens and you're walking in with bags of groceries. the two men immediately look in your direction, watching you kick your shoes off.

"hi guys," you greet them with a wide smile as you walk to the kitchen and before minghao even has a chance to greet you back, junhui shoots up from his spot.

"i love you, y/n! marry me."

junhui hears minghao's string of panicked whispers of "dude, i said date not marry" next to him but his own mind is blank.

you watch junhui from the kitchen island as he tries to speak, his mouth keeps opening and closing like he's a fish out of water but no words are coming out. you're so calm as you're putting the groceries away and for a second junhui thought that maybe you hadn't heard him and he doesn't know if he should feel relieved about that or not. then, after you're done, you turn to him with the smile back on your face and junhui starts holding his breath without him even realising.

"so," you began, shrugging off your coat, "what's the lineup tonight?"

junhui scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "uh, i kinda figured we'd just pick something. you know, depending on the vibe."

"the vibe?" you echoed, amused. "all right, let's set the vibe, then."

the two of you settled on some lighthearted rom-com, the kind neither of you would remember the plot of by the end of the night. but it didn't matter. junhui handed you a steaming mug of hot chocolate, and as the snowstorm picked up outside, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over you.

"you're really gonna head back out in this?" junhui asked after a while, nodding toward the window. the snow was falling harder now, blanketing the streets in a thick, sparkling layer.

"probably," you replied, though your resolve was already weakening. "i can't exactly stay the night, jun."

"why not?" he countered, his tone light but his eyes holding a glint of something more. "it's cold, it's dangerous, and..." he trailed off, lips quirking up in a playful smirk. "i make a pretty great breakfast, you know."

you rolled your eyes, though the corners of your mouth betrayed you with a smile. "junhui, i'll be fine. it's just snow."

"just snow?" he feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. "you wound me. have you even seen how bad it's getting out there?"

as if on cue, the wind howled, rattling the windows. you glanced outside and frowned. okay, maybe it was a little worse than you'd thought. but staying over? that was a line you weren't sure you were ready to cross.

"seriously, it's fine," junhui said, his voice softer now. "i have an extra blanket, the couch is super comfy. or," he added with a teasing grin, "you could always just share the bed with me."

"in your dreams," you shot back, tossing a pillow at him.

"hey, i'm just saying," he laughed, catching it easily. "the option's there."

the movie continued, but you found it harder to focus. junhui's presence was too distracting — the way his arm rested casually along the back of the couch, how he leaned closer whenever he made a joke, the sound of his laugh when you couldn't help but laugh with him. it all felt too easy, too natural, and it scared you just a little.

"i guess i could stay for a little while longer," you conceded eventually, the words tasting sweeter than they should have. junhui's smile in response was almost enough to make you forget the snowstorm entirely.

"that's the spirit," he said, nudging your shoulder lightly. "but just so you know, i'm totally winning you over with my amazing hospitality."

"we'll see about that," you replied, though you both knew the truth. he already had.

junhui grinned, setting down his mug on the coffee table as he turned to face you. "so," he began, eyes glinting mischievously, "since you're staying a little longer, what should we do next?"

"you mean besides watch the movie we both stopped paying attention to?" you replied, raising an eyebrow.

"oh, come on," junhui said, shifting closer. "it's not even that good. besides, i've got a better idea."

before you could ask what he meant, a pillow collided softly with your shoulder. you blinked, stunned for a moment, before narrowing your eyes at him. "did you just..."

"hey, you looked like you needed a little excitement," junhui said, holding up another pillow with a mock-innocent expression. "so, what's it gonna be? surrender, or fight back?"

"junhui," you warned, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

"no escape now," he teased, tossing the second pillow your way. you caught it midair, the determination in your eyes making him laugh. "oh, you're gonna regret that," you said, clutching the pillow tightly.

and then it was chaos.

you swung the pillow, narrowly missing his head as he ducked and retaliated with a gentle thwack to your side. feathers flew as the cushions on the couch became collateral damage, and the sound of laughter filled the room. junhui was quick on his feet, darting behind the couch for cover, but you were relentless, launching an ambush that had him yelping in surprise.

"alright, alright! truce!" he called out, raising his hands in mock surrender as you advanced, pillow in hand.

"that's what i thought," you said triumphantly, lowering your weapon. but the moment you turned your back, junhui struck again, the soft impact of the pillow catching you off guard.

"you're the worst!" you exclaimed, spinning around to chase him as he laughed, doubling over and barely dodging your swings.

"okay, okay, now i'm really calling a truce," he said, collapsing onto the couch with his hands up. you eyed him suspiciously but couldn't suppress the grin spreading across your face.

"you better not be lying," you said, plopping down next to him, breathless from the impromptu battle. your hair was slightly mussed, and junhui reached out, gently brushing away a stray feather clinging to your sweater.

"you're cute when you're mad," he said, his voice softer now, the teasing tone replaced with something warmer.

"and you're insufferable," you replied, though there was no real bite to your words. the room felt quieter now, the only sounds the muffled wind outside and the distant hum of the movie credits rolling.

junhui's gaze lingered on you, his expression softening. "but you're staying, right?" he asked, almost hesitant.

you smiled, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. "yeah, i'm staying."

junhui let out a soft laugh, leaning back against the couch as you both caught your breath from the pillow fight. his cheeks were tinged pink, though you couldn't tell if it was from the exertion or something else entirely. the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled made your heart skip a beat, and for a moment, you forgot about the snowstorm outside.

"you're really something else," junhui murmured, his voice low and fond.

"what's that supposed to mean?" you asked, turning to face him.

he shrugged, his expression softening. "just... you. you're always so much fun to be around. even when you're pelting me with pillows."

"well, someone had to keep you in check," you teased, but your voice wavered slightly under the weight of his gaze. there was something different about the way he was looking at you now, something that made your stomach flip.

"you know," junhui said, shifting closer, "i kind of wish every night could be like this."

you blinked, your heart racing as his words hung in the air. "jun, what are you..."

he reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing against yours where they rested on the couch. "stay," he said softly. "not just because of the snow. stay because... i like having you here. with me."

you felt your cheeks heat up, your breath catching in your throat. "junhui..."

he gave you a small, nervous smile. "i'm serious. you've always been special to me, you know? and i don't think i can keep pretending it's just nothing."

you searched his face, your chest tightening at the sincerity in his eyes. for all his teasing and playful antics, junhui had always had a way of catching you off guard when it mattered most.

"you're really bad at keeping secrets, you know that?" you said finally, your voice trembling just enough to betray your own feelings.

"is that a yes?" he asked, his lips curving into the softest smile you'd ever seen.

you didn't answer right away, instead leaning forward to press your forehead against his. "maybe," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

junhui chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. "i'll take it."

the space between you seemed to disappear in an instant, and before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance, your lips brushing his in a kiss that was as soft as it was certain. junhui's hand came up to cup your cheek, his touch gentle as though he was afraid you'd vanish if he held on too tightly.

when you finally pulled back, your heart was pounding, and junhui was looking at you like you'd hung the stars in the sky.

"so," he said, his voice teasing but still laced with affection, "is that enough to convince you to stay?"

"maybe," you replied, grinning. "but only if you make good on that amazing breakfast you promised."

"deal," junhui said, pulling you closer until you were nestled against his side. outside, the snowstorm continued to rage, but in that moment, neither of you cared. all that mattered was the warmth between you and the feeling that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

"you’re really staying, huh?" he murmured, resting his chin lightly on top of your head.

"i guess so," you replied, the words soft and playful, though your heart was racing at how natural this all felt. "but only because the snow forced me."

"yeah, yeah, blame the snow," junhui teased, tilting his head to look down at you. "you just wanted an excuse to hang out with me longer, admit it."

you rolled your eyes, poking his side gently. "you’re delusional."

"uh-huh," he said, grinning. "but you’re still here, so what does that say about you?"

you didn’t answer, just leaned into him a little more, letting the warmth between you grow. after a moment of comfortable silence, junhui shifted, reaching for one of the fallen pillows.

"what are you doing now?" you asked, watching as he fluffed the pillow and set it against the armrest of the couch.

"making sure you’re comfy," he said simply, motioning for you to lie down.

"you’re ridiculous," you said, but you obliged anyway, settling against the pillow with a sigh. junhui stretched out beside you, draping the blanket over both of you as he adjusted to face you.

"see? this is nice," he said, his voice softer now, his hand resting lightly on your arm.

you looked at him, the flickering light from the television casting shadows across his features. his eyes were warm, his expression uncharacteristically tender. for a moment, you forgot to breathe.

"what are you staring at?" he asked, his lips curving into a small smile.

"nothing," you replied quickly, though the blush creeping up your neck betrayed you.

junhui chuckled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "you’re really bad at hiding things, you know that?"

"and you’re really annoying," you shot back, though there was no heat in your words.

"but you like me anyway," he said, his voice teasing but with an edge of sincerity that made your heart ache in the best way.

you didn’t deny it this time, instead letting your hand find his under the blanket. his fingers laced with yours effortlessly, the simple gesture sending a rush of warmth through you.

"hey," junhui said after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper.

"what?" you asked, your eyes meeting his.

"do you think it’s weird that this feels... easy? like we’ve done this a million times before?"

you hesitated, the vulnerability in his question catching you off guard. "no," you said finally. "i don’t think it’s weird. i think it’s nice."

junhui smiled, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. "yeah," he agreed. "it is."

the silence that followed wasn’t awkward or heavy; it was the kind of silence that felt full, like it carried all the things you both wanted to say but didn’t need to. you stayed like that for a while, your hands entwined, the snowstorm outside a distant memory.

eventually, junhui shifted closer, his free arm wrapping around you in a way that felt both protective and comforting. "you know," he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple, "if this is what snowstorms lead to, i kind of hope it never stops snowing."

you laughed softly, resting your head against his chest. "you’re such a sap."

"only for you," he said, the words coming so naturally that they took your breath away.

you tilted your head to look up at him, your nose brushing against his. his gaze flickered to your lips, and before you could overthink it, he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was somehow even softer, even sweeter than the first.

his hand came up to cradle your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he kissed you with a tenderness that made your heart swell. it wasn’t rushed or frantic; it was deliberate, like he wanted to savor every second, every touch.

when you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested together, your breaths mingling in the small space between you. junhui’s eyes searched yours, his expression a mix of awe and affection.

"so," he said, his voice low and a little breathless, "still thinking about braving the snow?"

"not a chance," you replied, your smile matching his.

"good," he said, pulling you impossibly closer. "because i don’t think i’m ready to let you go yet."

“Okay, so what’s this ‘amazing breakfast’ I apparently promised?” Junhui asked, pulling the blanket draped over the couch to wrap around both of you. His arm slipped naturally around your shoulders, and you found yourself leaning into him without a second thought.

“Well, you’re the one who brought it up,” you teased, resting your head against his chest. “So I’m expecting, at the very least, pancakes. With chocolate chips. And maybe strawberries.”

“Oh, so we’re setting the bar that high, huh?” he chuckled, his fingers absentmindedly playing with a loose strand of your hair. “Do you want a five-course meal while I’m at it? Perhaps a personalized coffee art of your face?”

“I mean, if you’re offering…” you quipped, glancing up at him with a mischievous grin.

Junhui sighed dramatically, resting his chin on the top of your head. “You’re lucky you’re cute. But fine, pancakes it is. I’ll even break out the fancy syrup.”

“Fancy syrup? Oh, wow. You really are pulling out all the stops,” you said, laughing softly. The sound of his heartbeat beneath your ear was comforting, steady, and it made the world outside feel a little smaller and a lot less cold.

“You deserve it,” Junhui said, his voice quieter now, softer. You tilted your head to look at him, and the sincerity in his eyes made your chest tighten all over again.

“You’re really sweet, you know that?” you murmured, your fingers curling around the fabric of his sweater.

Junhui shrugged, a small, shy smile tugging at his lips. “Only for you.”

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that wrapped around you like the warmth of the blanket you were sharing—a silence filled with unspoken thoughts and emotions that didn’t need to be said aloud.

After a moment, Junhui shifted, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You know,” he started, his tone playful but with a hint of something deeper, “if you stayed over more often, I could make you breakfast all the time. Just saying.”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly to look at him. “Are you trying to trick me into spending more nights here?”

“Is it working?” he asked, grinning.

“Hmm… maybe,” you replied, pretending to think it over. “Depends on how good these pancakes are.”

Junhui laughed, shaking his head. “I’m doomed. One burnt pancake, and you’ll never let me live it down, huh?”

“Correct,” you said, poking his side.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, the snowstorm outside forgotten as you basked in each other’s company. Eventually, Junhui tugged you closer, his hand finding yours beneath the blanket.

“I meant what I said earlier, you know,” he said softly, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand.

You glanced at him, your expression softening. “About what?”

“About wishing every night could be like this,” he admitted, his gaze earnest. “I don’t just mean tonight. I mean… you. I want more nights like this. More mornings, too. I don’t think I’d ever get tired of having you around.”

His words made your heart do somersaults, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the right words to respond. Instead, you leaned up to kiss him again, letting your actions speak louder than anything you could say.

When you pulled away, Junhui’s cheeks were flushed, and he was grinning like he’d just won the lottery. “So… is that a yes to more movie nights and pancakes?” he asked, his tone teasing but his eyes hopeful.

“It’s a yes to whatever you want,” you replied, smiling as you rested your head against his shoulder. “As long as it’s with you.”

Junhui let out a content sigh, holding you a little tighter. “I think I can live with that.”

The snowstorm outside raged on, but neither of you cared. In that small, cozy apartment, wrapped up in each other, it felt like the rest of the world had melted away, leaving just the two of you and the warmth of something that felt a lot like love.

And maybe, just maybe, every night could be like this.

A/N: i might just drop the rest of the members (left) on the weekends lmao (what i mean drop, as in posting all at once but we both know thats impossible). been busy. thank you for reading this shitwork !! loveyouuu

i'll try to post tomorrow i swear (no promises kept)

“Another one…” Jun sighed as he dropped the stack of screenshot pictures onto the table in front of you. It’s not like you didn’t already know what it was, but curiosity had you opening the little manila folder to look through the images. “This is why I say we can’t go out. It’s like they’re looking for us now.” He dropped down onto the couch along the wall as you continued to look through the pictures, your head shaking. 

“It’s not like it’s a scandal though, we’re actually together. You’re the one that won’t come out about it… I’ve been waiting to tell my fans.” You mumbled, turning your body completely in the chair until you were facing him. “I don’t know why you’re so hell bent on hiding it.” 

His eyes rolled as his head fell back against the wall behind him, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “Because your group is nothing in comparison to mine, do you know how much backlash we’d get? It would be the equivalent to me dating a complete nobody. I can’t just do that.” You bit the inside of your cheeks to hold back the words that you wanted so badly to throw in his direction, the only reason why you weren’t tearing up right now is because the makeup artist that had busted her ass to get you ready wouldn’t be happy if you smudged all the work she had done. “Don’t tell me you’re upset about that. You know it’s true. People will say that the only reason we’re dating is because your group needs more publicity.” 

You nodded your head slowly, biting your tongue as you pushed yourself up from your chair. “God forbid our relationship ruin your image.” You muttered before taking a final sip of your drink. “Don’t wait up for me after the show, I’ll go back to the dorms with the girls.” You added as you walked past him, slamming your dressing room door behind you on the way out. 

“Now you’re being ridiculous.” He called out after you, running behind you to catch up until he was walking beside you in the hall. “All I was saying is that we can’t be seen out in public together and you’re making it into this big thing that it doesn’t have to be. You’d understand if your group was as famous as mine is.” 

“See! You just completely undermine everything that me and the girls have worked so hard to do. Just because we’re not at the big award shows or being nominated on MTV for best music video of the year… It doesn’t mean that we’re shit. We just haven’t made it yet. And if you were so worried about being with someone from a nothing group like mine, then why the fuck did you get with me to begin with?” You whipped your head in his direction, glaring down at him, letting your anger take hold of you because if you felt anything else you’d surely start crying. 

“You blow everything out of proportion… I never said any of that. You’re reading into everything and putting words into my mouth.” He scoffed, his arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the wall. “Do you ever think that maybe I’m doing it to protect you too, so that reports don’t come out saying that the only reason we’re together is because your group isn’t good enough to get views without the scandals.” 

 Your eyes widened and you couldn’t help but laugh, although there was nothing funny and you weren’t feeling very lighthearted at the moment. “No. I didn’t think that, because I know that’s not the reason you’re doing it. You’re too selfish to give a shit about all of that. You only care about yourself and your group and your fame and what people might say about you. Don’t even try to tell me that it’s about anything but that because I know it’s bullshit.” You took a deep breath, doing your best to compose yourself as your group's name was called to come get ready to go on stage. “Seriously, just don’t be here when I get off stage.” 

And he wasn’t. He wasn’t there at all waiting behind the scenes like he usually would be with a little towel and a bottle of water for you. You weren’t met with compliments of how good you and your group had done, you weren’t met with anything but emptiness. Of course, you had been the one to tell him not to be there, but he usually never listened. He loved watching you perform, he always told you how proud he was of you when you’d run off stage, and part of you was hoping to hear that. Maybe if you had, all of your anger would have washed away because at the end of the day, he was your boyfriend and maybe what he had said was true and you were just going overboard. 

“Jun isn’t here?” The maknae of your group questioned as she came up behind you and you merely shrugged your shoulders, giving her a purse lipped smile. “Maybe we were just too good, he couldn’t handle it. Or he had to go to the bathroom. He might be in your dressing room waiting for you too though…” 

Maybe she was right, maybe he was waiting for you in your dressing room. Maybe he was tired from putting on his own show earlier that day and he needed to sit down, get some rest. You knew that he and the guys always worked hard to give the best shows to carats, no matter how physically strenuous or exhausting it was. His career was important to him, his group was important to him, and while you had read his words as rude and inconsiderate earlier, you started to feel guilty for the way you acted. The guys came first, they were there before you, and while he cared about you deeply, he didn’t want to ruin what he and the guys had worked so hard for and you understood that. 

The heels that you had been put in for the show had long since been taken off, replaced with a comfortable pair of slippers for your walk down the long hall towards your dressing room. Your heart was pounding, and while you didn’t really have a reason to be nervous around him, it didn’t change the fact that you were. You didn’t know how to really start an apology because while you felt slightly bad for losing your temper a little, you also had your own group to defend. The two of you really needed to talk about things, sort out the scandals and figure out what you were both going to do moving forward. 

Pausing outside the white door that had your name on it, you took a deep breath before grabbing the handle and pushing it open only to be caught off guard, quickly slamming the door shut as apologies rushed out of your mouth. You had to have gotten the wrong room, but another glance at the name on the door had you throwing it open once more and reluctantly looking at the two people that were fumbling to pick their clothes up off the floor. 

“Oh… My god…” Your mouth felt dry, your tongue and your throat, it was causing you to gag as you looked at who you thought to be the love of your life pulling on his pants, his motions frenzied and sporadic. “What in the actual fuck, Jun!?” You shouted, your breaths rapid as you looked between the makeup artist that had just finished getting you ready not even a full hour ago. 

“I’m… I’m so sorry, Ms. Y/N…” She murmured, her head ducked down as she nervously moved past you. You didn’t have anything to say to her though, all of your attention, all of your anger was focused solely on Jun who was standing awkwardly in the center of the room, his shirt unkempt and wrinkled, barely even hugging his frame as it once had from clearly being tugged on a little too much. 

“You know what… I don’t want your explanation… I just want you to leave.” You muttered, slumping against the doorframe, giving him enough room to move past you, but he didn’t move at all, instead keeping his feet firmly planted as he continued to stare at you. “Can you please just go… I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to hear you, I don’t want you around me! Just leave!” 

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea… I love you, Y/N… I was just a little irritated and I needed to let out some of my irritation and…” He quickly shut up when your eyes turned to daggers, glaring at him from across the room. “I didn’t plan on doing that! It was like a… a spur of the moment type thing and… I can see why you might be upset about it… But it really was nothing…” 

It took everything in you to not lash out right now, to not scream at him with every last breath in your lungs, and the only reason you held back was because you didn’t want people to come running, you didn’t want anyone to see what was going on or hear what had happened. It was humiliating to be cheated on, but it was far worse if everyone else knew about it too, especially before you even had the chance to fully come to terms with it. 

“So I can go fuck Soonyoung because I’m really irritated right now and it’ll be a spur of the moment thing, but it’s also nothing? Is that what you’re telling me?” You proposed, and his eyes widened as his jaw set, anger flashing across his face. “Oh, that only works when you do it, right?” 

“That’s different and you know it… He’s like my brother, you can’t do that.” He retorted, his nostrils flaring from the anger that he wasn’t even trying to hold back. “You can’t… You can’t cheat on me with one of the other guys.” 

You snorted softly, shaking your head as you slowly started walking towards him, an impish smile on your face as you stood in front of him. “It’s not cheating if we break up, and just in case it didn’t cross your mind during your little defense moment… We broke up. I can put up with your insults and your obviously bullshit lies as to why you didn’t want to be seen with me… But I don’t take kindly to cheating, and I’m surely not desperate enough to stay with one.” You folded your hands in front of you, feeling all the more powerful right now as you watched his expressions morph in quick succession, an overwhelming range of feelings perfectly displayed on his features. “I just think it would be best if we hadn’t met, you know?” 

“But we have met, you’re my girlfriend… I’m… I’m in love with you. I messed up. What happened to strikes? I messed up once… I swear I’ll never do it again, I’ll go public with our relationship… I’ll do anything… Just, one more chance… Please?” God, you loved hearing him grovel, but it was all pointless. 

“I was your girlfriend… But now I’m not, and I’d much rather pretend we never met at all. I don’t know you, and that’s the truth, because the person standing in front of me right now is not the person that I loved before. Cheaters don’t deserve chances…” You finished, much stronger than you had been feeling when you first walked into the room. “Now, I’d like to have my room back so that I can change into something more comfortable. You can leave now.” You motioned your hand toward the door and watched as he walked out, his shoulders slumped yet visibly shaking from the silent sobs he was holding in. 

It’s a little disheartening. Just a little bit. You’re pretty much torn on how you feel about him anyway. For one, you’re used to the regular baristas here greeting you every time you come in. It doesn’t matter what time or day it is. But, how come Junhui doesn’t even glance up at you unless you’re talking to him directly? 

On the other hand, you also don’t know why you have so many high expectations for him. Do you fancy him? Or are you just attracted because he’s handsome? 

Nonetheless, you ignore your disappointment and continue going to the coffee shop like how you always do. What you feel doesn’t matter anyway. What matters at the moment is you getting through the semester without any failing marks so that you can get the stress free vacation you’ve been yearning for.

You can always go to the library, but a warm cup of coffee and a decadent slice of chocolate cake is too good to turn away from. 

“Hi Junhui,” you shyly greet as you stand on the counter with your wallet at hand. 

The coffee shop is quiet right now as it is almost nine in the evening. You haven’t been going during your usual late afternoon study session due to circumstances so you haven’t seen Junhui on his regular shift. But tonight, it seems like he took the night shift. This is the first time you’re seeing him after a while. 

“Hey.” Junhui smiles, his pen ready. “I’ve been excited to see you all day.”

That last sentence makes you blink in confusion. Huh? You look behind you and the rest of your surroundings to check if he’s really talking to you. When it’s just really you that he’s talking to, you silently point a finger to your chest, confirming if it’s really really you that he’s talking to. 

Junhui only laughs. “Yes, you. Now, what can I get for you?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “What have you done to the Junhui of this place? Who are you?”

“Y/N, are you going to order or not?”

You gasp in horror (dramatically). “Did you just say my name?”

Junhui rolls his eyes. “You know what, no free cookies for you tonight.”

“No!” You hold a hand out in surrender. “Okay, okay. One cafe latte please.”

That night was both amusing and bewildering. You have no idea where the sudden turn around came over Junhui, but you will take it. 

From then on, Junhui’s smile is a little different and you can see it in his eyes. He still rarely calls your name but when he does, it’s genuine. He still asks for what you’ll be ordering, but it doesn’t bother you anymore. 

“I think scrolling through every Instagram story is not a good idea if you really want to get at least an eighty on that essay.”

In this particular study session, Junhui has kept an eagle eye on you. He’s not taking any excuses from you when he clearly ordered you to not touch your phone in exchange for a free slice of cheesecake. 

You pout when Junhui picks up your mug, pouring the refill he promised when you reached three hundred words. “Can’t I take a break now and have the cake?”

Junhui gives you a “in your wish” look while planting his other hand on his hip. “Nope. Your goal is to finish tonight so all that’s left to do is to review and revise.” 

“Since when did you become so strict,” you grumble and return your attention back to your laptop. 

“Ever since I started giving you free pastries, that’s when,” he replies and takes the chair opposite your side. 

You scowl. “I can always pay. You’re the one that’s declining.”

“I’m not complaining,” Junhui says and picks up one of your notes. 

Junhui admitted later that it was hard for him to approach you differently from how he usually addresses every customer in the coffee shop. Not because he doesn’t like you. Of course not. It was difficult because just like you, he found you cute and even cuter whenever he hears you call his name or whenever he sees your happy smile as you tell him your order (even though he already knows). 

Junhui’s guess is you make him speechless and that he gets stuck with his regular programming as a cashier slash barista catering to the caffeine needs of everyone. As much as he wants to be your Junhui, he can’t help but be blown away by you, your face, voice, presence.

You.

However, when you started to visit the cafe late and during his off, he knew he needed to change and develop your awkward encounters into something else, something intimate and affectionate in the sincerest way possible. That’s how he ended up finally and excitedly calling your name. 

That’s also the beginning of the best relationship you could ever ask for.  

“Shouldn’t you be going back to work?” You ask, confused as to why he’s lounging around. 

“Sweetheart, my shift ended thirty minutes ago.”

Your eyes widen, immediately looking at the time. It’s way past ten and you’re still here. Way past closing hours. Way past Junhui’s shift. You can’t believe you lost track of time. 

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize and quickly gather your belongings. “I didn’t notice the time.”

“Hey, hey,” Junhui calls and holds your hand to stop. “It’s okay. Calm down.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You pout and zip close your backpack. 

Junhui just gives you his signature grin and waves a hand. “I told you it’s fine.”

“Is that your excuse to keep me to yourself and stare at me all night?”

The first time both of you went on a “night drive” was totally unplanned. He knew it was a bad idea to leave his phone in his dorm, but he didn’t come back for it because, “it’s just near!” you said, “I know the way!” you said. Now it’s almost 2AM, and he has been driving his mom’s old sedan for what feels like two hours, trying to find this new 24-hour wing place that his best friend hasn’t stopped talking about.

To say he was frustrated was an understatement, he is usually good in directions, something you take pride in him for, and him struggling to find his way back home to the dorms annoyed him.

He only agreed to drive you during the ungodly hours of the morning because he remembered how you got so excited hearing about the new wing restaurant; You even mentioned it four times in four different occasions the past week, forgetting that you’ve already told him about it. He was glad that you finally found the place and was ready to drive you there, except that you actually didn’t know the exact directions. Somehow, with all the streets you were pointing to, both of you ended up in an unfamiliar neighborhood and it didn’t help that your phone died either.

Some 80’s song playing on the radio, the light hum of the car, and the occasional sound of the turn signal were the only things filling up the silence of the car ride. He looked at you through his peripheral vision, you were awfully quiet and looked a little restless.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” you finally said, after 10 minutes of complete silence.

He hummed, “for what?” sparing a glance at you.

“I shouldn’t have dragged you to drive me to the wing place, now I ended up wasting your time, your gas, and we’re still wing-less,” you sighed. “I promise I’ll pay for your next gas refill, and I’ll stop talking about the wings,” you swore, raising your hand as a promise.

Junhui remembers how happy you looked hearing about a wing place that will open near the dorms, how you excitedly talked about it the past week, and how you said that it’s, and he quotes, “the only thing worth smiling about.”

“Okay,” he replied, “But I am kinda craving for wings so,” he looked at you expectantly.

“Oh! Then I’ll find the wing place—the exact location with the right directions this time—then it’ll be my treat, hm?” you gushed, trying to keep your hopeful tone down.

He chuckled, “Yeah, sounds good. Friday?”

“Friday,” you agreed.

One of the things Junhui hates is wasting his time, he realized after two hours of driving aimlessly around with you with no plans or direction, that time spent with you did not equate to wasted time. It took another hour, a passerby, sudden random movie debates, and a drive-thru to a Mcdonald’s for Junhui to finally get home.

—

It’s one of those cold afternoons, it’s already winter and Junhui cannot wait to finally go back to his real home with his family. He had already attended his last class for the semester before the winter break and is now packing his things in his luggage.

Junhui should’ve packed earlier in the morning but to his luck, his alarm didn’t go off and he was just in time for his first class, not leaving any time for packing. Which is why you are now here in his living room helping him pack, making sure that he wouldn’t forget anything. You were already ready to leave, dressed up in a coat and a turtleneck, but you decided that you wouldn’t mind helping him out and when he said he’d appreciate an extra hand.

“You should create a checklist for this stuff, it would really speed up the process,” you huff from his couch as he puts the last things he needs in his luggage.

“I know, but then you’d have no excuse to spend time with me anymore,” he teased. Junhui laughed when he felt a throw pillow hit his back.

“No, but seriously, thank you for today. I really appreciate your help,” he said as he stretched to poke your cheek.

You swat his hand away. “No problem, I just hope you actually didn’t forget anything.”

He knew that he didn’t forget anything because, well, he was confident in packing while you were there. In each of the last two semester breaks, he had managed to almost forget his term project, his script for a play, and even his laptop (he chose not to elaborate). But thanks to your constant nagging and reminding even through texts, he got to retrieve his stuff before leaving.

After finishing, Junhui helped you pick up your bags from your dorm and both of you headed to the station. He has grown to love walking the streets on the way to the station in this weather, it became both of your routines whenever any of you needed to go home. The streets are lined up with trees and small buildings, few food stands and stalls were also present; it was quite a long walk, but he didn’t mind. Walking these streets meant that in a few hours, he’d finally be home.

“They have a new ice cream flavor, look!” you nudged him, pointing at the small menu board propped up in front of an ice cream store.

“White rabbit flavor? We definitely have to try that,” he declared.

Both of you ended up ordering a cone, the ice cream tasting exactly how a milk mixed candy tastes like.

“I think this is my new favorite ice cream flavor,” Junhui said as you stepped out of the store.

You nodded in response. “It’s so good, I think I’ll be thinking about it at home,” you continued, “God, I hope they keep this flavor.”

While finishing your cones, you fell into different conversation topics of anything under the sky. It started with going on about each other’s day and naturally just continued on where the subject led you. There were times that you would walk in silence, sometimes just striding next to each other was enough.

Before parting ways to your different routes, you both stopped at the side of the station so you can finish your story—something you’ve always done when the walk became too short. Junhui found himself getting distracted and staring at you while you talk, which has happened too many times to count now for the past month. Not again, Junhui groaned inwardly, annoyed. He feels like he’s being a bad friend for not paying attention, but he doesn’t realize it until he’s already doing it. Pay attention. You were talking about something that happened during your chemistry class, Junhui isn’t sure anymore.

He is sure, however, about how your eyes seem to be lighting up now that you are talking about something so passionately. How you like making different hand gestures along with your story. How you seem to have a habit of touching your hair whenever you pause. Focus, Junhui, he thought. Chemistry class. Right.

Much to his relief, you ended your story not noticing. You finally exchanged goodbyes and a friendly hug, parting ways. Junhui felt uneasy. He thinks that he wants to say something. He feels the need to say something, he just doesn’t know what. He felt his heart start to beat faster as he watched you walk away. He felt that if he can’t say what he wants to say now, he won’t have a chance to say it again. But, what do I even want to say? Junhui panicked.

Overwhelmed, he stupidly ends up calling after you. “What?” you half-shouted as you turned and walked slowly backwards, stopping in your tracks.

Junhui still didn’t know what to say, hell, he doesn’t even know why he called you. He was panicking and quickly scrambled his brain for something to say. Come on, Junhui. Think! “Hope the ice cream settles nicely!” he attempts to joke. God, what was that?

You rolled your eyes, “My lactose intolerance will not prevail!”

He watched your back as you disappeared into the crowd. What just happened? Junhui thought. He’s definitely glad that you didn’t know about the mental turmoil he just had. He wonders why he felt nervous and panicked with you walking away, it was not like you will not meet again. And, it was his best friend after all, no reason to be nervous. Maybe it was the ice cream, he concluded. Right.

After a two-hour train ride and a bus ride, he arrived at his house. Junhui is met with the scent of his mom’s cooking and the sounds of his little brother playing with his toys, the television left turned on in the background. He is finally home, but the uneasy feeling is there again. Did I forget something? He is sure he didn’t, you helped him pack, after all. Then, why do I feel like I’m missing something? he wondered. The thought was brushed off when his brother greeted him through his arms; he’s home, he shouldn’t worry about anything else.

—

Junhui is glad he ended up going to one of your friend’s year-end parties. He isn’t a big fan of parties, he would rather stay at home and sleep rather than drink and socialize. But since he has only attended about seven of the many parties his friend hosted, he thought that he probably should attend this time.

And boy, was he glad.

Right now, you were impossibly drunk. You were five times more hyper and talkative, at the same time, you also looked like you could pass out at any moment. Junhui doesn’t even know you can reach this level of drunkenness—and that’s saying something, considering all the times your group of friends went drinking. He can’t imagine what would’ve happened to you and who would take care of you if he isn’t with you right now, considering all of your other friends were just as drunk.

After letting you throw up in the bathroom and guiding you anywhere you wanted to go, Junhui decided it’s time to go home, he is tired. He had hoped you would sober up a bit, but it didn’t work in the slightest. Instead, he assisted you to go down the stairs and walk to his car.

The night was quiet except for the distant sound of the loud music of the party. Lamp posts lined up the streets, as well as trees and occasional parked cars.

“Are we going on an adventure?” you asked while looking at him with glossy eyes.

“Yes. An adventure that leads to the great home,” he answered.

You hold his hand, “Can we please sing the Little Einsteins’ theme song? Please please please please please please please,” you begged while looking up at him, swinging his hand.

Junhui can’t help but chuckle, “Okay, little einstein, we will sing the theme song and we’ll even do the pat-pat-pat thing if you want,” he humors you as he pats your head, trying to ignore the swelling of his heart when you held his hand.

You were going to say something but you got distracted by the cat that passed by. “Look, there’s a cat,” you told him.

You’re still holding my hand, he thought. “Oh, they’re cute,” he answered, not even spotting the cat. Your hand is still on my hand. Ok. Cool. No biggie. Just a hand. But not just any hand. Your hand. Ok, Junhui, stop thinking about their hand.

You finally let go of his hand when he helped you get in his car. Junhui was about to start the car when he saw you struggling with your seat belt. He instinctively reached out to pull it himself, growing accustomed to the faulty seatbelt of his car.

Junhui was too focused on adjusting your seat belt that he didn’t notice how his face was just inches from yours. Being drunk, you were unabashedly staring at his face, only the faint light of the car and the lamp post as your source of light. This, however, did not stop you from admiring his moles that peppered his lips, cheeks, and neck.

Junhui froze when he felt your fingers lightly trace his moles. “I can’t see them all right now, but I know you have pretty moles. It’s just like the stars,” you said.

Your eyes widened, “And you’re the moon!” you gasped.

If Junhui was being honest, he currently can’t think straight. His heart feels like it’s gonna beat out of his chest. You were looking at him as if you had just made the biggest discovery. As if him being named Moon is the most amazing thing ever. The crazy thing is, he believed you. You would have said something ridiculous and still, he would believe you. The world could be in the midst of its end, but if you looked at him the way you’re looking at him right now with your hopeful eyes and said, “everything will be okay,” he would still believe you.

The light of a car passing by shined on the car, allowing him to see your eyes distinctly. Even with just a glimpse, it was enough for his heart to beat even faster. He couldn’t break eye contact—he doesn’t want to. It was the first time he saw you this close, and it did many unexplainable things to his heart.

You were interrupted when his phone rang. He managed to pull the seat belt once again and it unstuck on the first try. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he answered the phone, breathless.

“Hello? Have you guys gone home?” his friend on the other end of the line had said, he could still hear the subtle background music from the party.

“We’re just about to head out, we’re in my car right now,” he said, trying to control his breath. He glanced at you looking out the window, already beginning to fall asleep.

“Okay! Just checking, update me when you get home. You guys stay safe. Bye-bye!”

“Alright, you too,” he answered and ended the call.

Junhui realized while driving home that maybe, just maybe, he has a little crush on his best friend. He thought that this shouldn’t be so bad, it’s just a little crush. And hey, it’s you after all! You wouldn’t be his friend if he didn’t like you. As he passed through the streets, he began to consider that maybe he just got too caught in the moment, ignoring his heart that still hasn’t calmed down.

And with that thought, he drives through the night.

—

Junhui feels like he’s going to go insane.

It has only been a month since he has come into terms of having a little crush on you. Except that, well, it isn’t a little crush.

He is driving in the early hours of the morning, with you in his passenger seat again. Night drives became a kind of traditional thing for you two—whenever someone had a bad day or just wanted to have a moment of peace, Junhui’s beat up car is always there as a safe space for the both of you.

There’s a soft rock song playing on the radio, you were looking out of the opened window of the car, head resting on your hand. He glanced at you, your face illuminated with the light of the highway posts. Junhui thought that if serenity has a face, it would be you at this moment.

Junhui, on the other hand, is far from serene. His heart is beating erratically as if he had just run five miles. His mind is reeling from the fact that it took him this long to find out.

He should’ve already seen the signs from the first night drive; how the both of you drove aimlessly for hours and how he didn’t mind as long as he’s with you. Or the day he helped you pack when he arrived home, how he thought he must be missing something when he’ll just be missing you. Or the night of that party, how he didn’t have a drop of alcohol but looking into your eyes felt like he had countless bottles.

It isn’t a little crush. He is madly, deeply, and hopelessly in love with you. And it’s driving him insane.

“What’s our next stop, miss?” he asked jokingly.

You smiled at him. “Let’s go home,” you answered.

You did a final speech hyping your members up before wearing the fake confidence you are forced to practice even in the corners of your practice room. Soon you are met by the thousands of people who came to spend their night to see you perform. Allowing their energy to consume you as give your best performing your songs and singing with your heart. It is one of those nights where feel all the energy and the emotions of your songs that feels like it is the only way to express your emotions. And as you prance around the stadium, you see familiar faces cheering alongside the fans. Despite being half-covered, you recognized their faces. It was Dino who you first recognized, shouting for your name when you made eye contact with him. Then he pointed out Jun, who is just a seat from him beside Hoshi. Your first instinct was to wave at them with a big smile. Then one of your members noticed you waving at some guys, and soon she was there beside you are waving along with you, even sending finger hearts at them.

Some fans around them took notice of this and start looking around them. Not long enough, they realized that 5 of the members from Seventeen are in their area. Loud screams from their area ignited as the news spread in that side of the venue. They did not go unnoticed by your other members and soon they are going on that side saying hello to the members of Seventeen. This made you nervous and self-conscious as you go on with your concert. It didn’t help when you heard a fan in the crowd say, “Yah! Seventeen is here watching the concert. Bet they are dating one of them.”

The weight of those words lingered on your mind as the light gone off and you descended backstage. Are we getting obvious? Are my actions getting easy to read? Did the fans know? Or did they just make an assumption? Thoughts are running in your mind as you are led into changing rooms for a quick costume change before the final part of the concert. The other members are cheerily sharing stories and funny encounters they had during the concert. One of them even saying she saw a fan screaming loudly because she saw seventeen not the dance break. This makes you even more nervous.

It is not a secret that your group and the seventeen are close. Despite not debuting at the same time, most of your members are the same age with the maknae line. Keeping a close relationship with the latter group. Fans even admire the senior and junior relationship your group have with them. But will they admire you still if they found out that you are dating one of their members? You just opt to expect the worst-case scenario. It is your members that only knows about your relationship with Jun. Not really trusting your outside circle and definitely not agency and the media. You would not take the risk.

Your change of demeanor does not go unnoticed by Jun when your group came back the stage for the final part of the concert. Your stiff posture and calculated moves, trying not to face their area are already a confirmation that you are avoiding interaction with them. He would not deny that this hurts him too. The weight of you being a leader is enough and he would not want to add another burden to you because this relationship between the two of you. He too, is scared if the media exposes your relationship, he will not want you to be hurt, he wanted to be your comfort, the one who will be there for you when the world crumbles down. Now he is having second thoughts if coming here for support added some stress in you. For him it is the only thing that he knows to express his love for you. Even if it is masked by being a senior in the industry in order to protect you.

Even your members did notice your stiff posture, constantly joining you on stage, putting their arms around you and being playful with you trying to cheer you up. It did cheer you up and you are thankful for the members deeply for being there always. You kept your energy up, trying all the things to keep that smile on your face. Until one of your ending songs came, the melody of the song undeniably makes people cry.

You probably will not know yet

How precious you are

I hope the you in you don’t forget

Your every moment, moment

If I tell you this, will you know

That the paths you’ve walked on are beautiful

If you pause for a while and look back you’ll know

The beautiful moments you’ve left behind

It feels like you are singing to yourself. The lyrics consumes your body, and you can’t help but to tear up.

Your every moment is all you

Wherever you’re standing

I will hug you so you won’t feel hurt

Just like the day you hugged me

I love all of your every moment, moment

Even if the day comes when I’m not by your side

Even if I remain just as a small piece of memory

I’m fine, they are all your moments

After the chorus you are full blown crying, you are thankful that you are placed behind the members so that the fans do not notice your tears and you try to wipe your tears away.

Just like the day you hugged me

Always like that day

I am thankful for having met you

Who left happiness in my life

I will remember this moment

No matter what hardships come

We will always be together

You remember this moment. This in front your fans, together with your members. Despite the burden of being an idol and the hardships you have to go through; you’ve found happiness in your life. From the encouraging words your fans, the overflowing love and support you receive from the people whom you do not even know personally. Even if you think you did not deserve any of this. You will definitely remember this moment. You will treasure it deeply in your heart. That is why you sing the last few parts of the song with that in mind.

Remember this moment, moment

This happiness that we discovered together

I will hug you so you won’t feel hurt

Just like how we’ve always done for each other

Even when the days we’ve been together become moments

And the days we were together all leave

Love the past days that we were each other’s moment

Every moment, moment

The concert ended well, and you cannot wait to go home and rest. When you and your members had gone backstage you are welcomed by a strong pair of arms, engulfing you in a tight hug.

“You did well. I am so proud of you. You deserved all the love that you receive, and I hope you don’t doubt yourself anymore.” Jun said softly in your ear as he gently swayed the two of you. Hearing those words, you hugged him tighter burying your head in chest. Muttering a couple of thank you’s. The two of you stayed like that a couple of seconds before Hoshi grabbed you out of Jun to hug you pouting playfully that you do not pay attention to him. You just laughed as your other members boo’ed him. This moment right here, together with your members and your loving boyfriend, you know that you have enough to face anything and share the burden of being an idol.

a/n: I really liked this imagine and spent my afternoon making this. This is by far the longest imagine that I wrote. The song I used is Moment by Apink.

- summer