#junhui request

"Nothing, I'm just coming in to cover for my parents," he said.

"Oh yeah? How come? Are they okay?" You blabbered on as you pretended to wipe the counter.

He bit back a laugh and pointed at the digital clock on the wall that showcased the day, date, and time. "Y/N, it's a Tuesday, I'm always here on Tuesdays"

"That's right... sorry. I've been a little off today! Don't mind me, I'll just get to work!" With a small grin, you hurried off to clean the tables again, before rush hour started.

Jun watched you from where he stood. You always seemed to miss the way the tall young man watched you, any time you were around, it was like there was honey dripping from his eyes. Too bad you were more interested in making money and songwriting than in love and men.

"Do you think it will be busy today?" He asked trying anything possible to hold a conversation with you.

"Of course it will. The girls from the high school down the block know your schedule by heart. They'll be here, trust me" You chided and walked over to stand beside him, not realizing the flyer had fallen from the pocket on your apron.

Jun did, though.

"1 Plus The Moon" he read out loud. It wasn't what he had expected to see. The flyer to his band's gig.

With a grimace, you snatched the flyer from his hands. "It's a band," You told him. "They're super lowkey, you wouldn't know them."

Your boss' son had to bite back a smile as he watched you. "Super lowkey? Are they any good?"

"They're awesome! They have some really nice songs."

"Couldn't be that good if they're so lowkey, right?" he teased. Your face scrunched in distaste at his comment.

"Being 'lowkey' doesn't equate to them being no good. They have really good songs. Wait here..." you rushed to the small back room and connected your phone to the sound system, soft rock music playing. The songs Jun knew by heart. Many of which Jun had written about you out of frustration in his inability to tell you that he'd had feelings for you since the moment you walked into his parent's restaurant when you were both only 18.

"Is this them?" he asked once you reappeared.

You nodded sheepishly and avoided his eyes. "I haven't ever seen them, I just really like the lyrics they write. Like this one specifically... 'Wandering alone on the street, Ignoring the public, The world is as black as a crow'" you sang along softly. "Isn't that beautiful?"

Jun was down bad. He could feel it in his chest, the way his heart clenched and unclenched as he heard you sing along to the lyrics he himself had written. As he heard you sing along to his voice.

"Yeah, not bad at all... are you going to go?" he asked.

"Huh?"

He nodded over to the crumpled flyer that rested before you. "To the gig"

"Oh! I want to. I guess I'll just ask for the day off and see if I can... You wanna come with?" you asked not really thinking much of it.

"Me?"

"Yeah. I don't have any friends, and I can't exactly take my 17-year-old sister to a bar." You laughed.

There it was. He had been beating himself up about telling you how he felt for the past few months, but if there was one talent Jun excelled at (aside from playing bass, singing, and songwriting) it was never knowing how to read the room. That's how he found himself missing opportunity upon opportunity to tell you how much he liked you. But this was his sign.

"It hurts a little that you say you have no friends when I'm literally right here-"

"You're my boss"

"Not your boss, but your bestie... Anyways, I'm down to go" he finally said. "I'll meet you there, though. I'm gonna be a bit busy before that..."

****

"A bit busy my ass" you grumbled under your breath as you looked around the crowded bar. 1 Plus The Moon was about to go on stage and you were almost sure Jun had stood you up.

Are you coming at all?

That had been the last text you had sent him, and that had been 20 minutes prior... the little shit had read it too.

"No, I really hate men" you downed a shot to calm the burning rage within you.

The loud screech of a mic turning on made you jump and turn your attention over to the tiny stage set up the bar had prepared for the band. Suddenly being stood up didn't matter as much.

"Are we ready to have a good time?" the owner of the bar asked from the stage. The crowd around you erupting in cheers. You couldn't help but join in.

I'm here

Your phone buzzed on the table alerting you to a new message from Jun. You looked over in direction of the entrance to see if you could wave him over but you couldn't see the tall man anywhere.

where?

"Hey everyone, thank you so much for coming out today"

You snapped your head over to the stage to find that the band was already walking onstage... and so was...

"Jun?!"

He was stood tall, dressed in all black, with an electric bass guitar strung to his top half accompanied by 4 other boys, one of which was droning on introducing the band.

"Jun." You mumbled almost as if answering your own disbelief. His eyes were roaming the crowd until they found yours and he nodded over at you from his spot, causing your heart to do a thing... a weird thing that your heart had never done before.

The man grinned shyly at you and picked his hand up in a small wave, making a few people turn their heads over to see who had caught the handsome bassist's attention. It made you feel a certain kind of way when girls and boys alike whispered in jealousy around you.

"Before we start... I just wanted to let you all know that this one is going to be a really special performance for me, this is the first time I perform in front of the girl that inspired so many of the songs you all love..." Jun was talking now, his eyes trained solely on you as he spoke almost carefully. "Y/N... hi... I like you."

The crowd erupted in cheers at the sudden confession while all you could do was stare at him dumbfounded.

Hi... I like you.

The music drowned out the cheering crowd and you were left to think about all that he had just said. Starting with you having inspired a lot of the songs he had written... did he mean the same song you'd cried yourself to sleep to? The ones you daydreamed to? The ones you had learned by heart in only 3 days?

There were so many thoughts running through your mind that you were left numb in your seat, so numb you didn't even realize when the band had stopped playing and the crowd had stopped singing. Even the ice cubes in your drink had melted leaving your drink to be a watered-down version of what it had originally been.

"Hey, you..."

Your head snapped up to see Junhui standing across from you, hands hidden deep in the pockets of his black jeans. There was nervousness and caution in the air, you could tell from the way he swayed back and forth on his feet.

"Hey" You replied quickly moving your gaze to the ugly drink that rested before you. "You're in a band... that's crazy" you mused.

Jun coughed out a painfully awkward chuckle. You were avoiding his confession and although he thought he was prepared for that, a part of his being was still hurting.

"So which ones are about me?" You asked.

Jun was caught off guard, his pretty eyes widening in surprise. "Sorry?"

You finally built up enough courage to look up at him. "The songs... which ones are about me?"

"I wrote Wildflower about you a few weeks ago" he admitted quickly. "When you wore your hair down for the first time in years"

Once again your heart did the thing it had earlier, the one it had never done before. "I love Wildflower" you confessed.

He couldn't wait any longer, he wanted to know what you thought about his confession, no, he needed to know what you thought of his confession. "Y/N listen-"

"I don't know if I like you like that" you blurted in panic. Junhui felt himself deflate in disappointment. Yet again, he thought he was prepared for the worst, but he obviously wasn't. "But I do know that right now I'm feeling a lot of things I hadn't felt before... I've never really thought of you in that way, but that's not because I don't think you're not handsome or sweet, I just-"

The poor guy's mind was buzzing and his heart was racing. "You don't have to feel pressured... I don't need you to like me right away. I just want you to know how I've been feeling and I really want to do my best this time."

What in the cursed anime plot was going on?! You wanted so badly to run away and hide for a few weeks. Digest all that you'd just been exposed to. ('All' being your apparent romantic awakening and the fact that not only was the first man to ever confess to you insanely handsome, but he was also your favorite musician to exist.)

Instead of digesting as you'd wished for, you asked, "Do you want to write a song together?"

Again, Jun was surprised. "A song?" he asked.

"Yeah, you and me" you continued. "I'm still your fan, and I promised myself that if I met you, I would ask for this."

"Okay then. Let's write a song together. You and me." He agreed with a smile.

She flipped her body around to face her boyfriend, still sound asleep. His chest rose and fell syncing with his steady breaths, like a metronome keeping time with a piano. His jet black hair spread across the lavender pillow in a ruffled mess with his bangs touching the tips of his delicate eyelashes. His lips were slightly parted as if they were waiting to be kissed.

She reached for his bangs and gently tucked them away from his face with the lightest touch, letting her fingers linger on his silky, ebony locks. She loved it when she was the first one to wake up. It was nice to see him rest so peacefully considering his inhuman work schedule, which consisted of practice until 4am half the time.

She quietly shifted her body closer until she could feel his breath tickle her cheek. She smiled tenderly as she placed a light, feathery kiss on the beauty mark just above his lips. She then closed her eyes as she attempted to fall back asleep.

He felt her soft lips on his and wondered if he was dreaming. He usually had very vivid dreams that made him feel disoriented when he woke up and realized it was just a movie playing in his mind. But this time, the kiss felt a little too tangible for it to be an illusion. He started to drift away from his imagination and gradually opened his eyes to see his girlfriend serenely asleep next to him. Usually when he woke up first, she either faced the window, the ceiling, or anywhere except towards him. He examined her face and noticed how her muscles weren't completely relaxed. Her eyebrows betraying her as they slightly scrunched together in the middle of her forehead.

Was she pretending to be asleep? he thought. With sparks flying in his heart at her cute gesture, he decided to play along and gently kissed her lips before closing his eyes feigning slumber.

Just when she was about to travel back into dreamland, she felt the slight pressure of his plump lips against hers and parted her eyes to see him “sleeping”. If he thought this was a game that they were going to play until noon, he was surely mistaken. She gently grabbed the tip of his nose with her thumb and index finger. She waited until the dark chocolate pools in his eyes finally met her gaze. “Good morning, pig.” she quietly mumbled.

He took her hand away from his nose to latch an arm around her waist. He pulled her in, pressing her small body against his. He adjusted his body position so that their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. Her burgundy oversized shirt rose up to her waist exposing a patch of soft skin, an invitation for his cool hand to rest against the warm skin on the small of her back.

“Cute. If this is how you’ll wake me up from now on, I’ll never get out of bed before you ever again.” his smoky, husky morning voice rumbled in her ears while his warm breath ghosted against her neck.

The familiar kaleidoscope of butterflies frantically buzzed inside her stomach prompting her to encircle her arms around his waist, wanting to get closer and close the gap between them. She nestled her head in the crook of his neck, the familiar smell of citrus and cotton enveloping her like a bright summer’s day. “How do you know I’ll be this cute all the time? What if tomorrow I bang a pot right in your eardrums?” she softly muttered against his neck, his Adam’s apple pressing against her nose.

“Because I know you hate loud noises in the morning. And you’re always cute so that’ll never happen.”

“Shut up, Jun.” she slapped his back, pink roses blooming on her cheeks at his reply.

They laid there for a while with their arms tangled around each other, encompassed in the rolling precipitation against the windowpane, feeling each other’s heartbeat. “What do you want to do today? It’s my first day off since we finished our promotions.” he asked breaking the silence.

“Mm, I’m fine with going anywhere. I just want to find a big puddle so I can kick water in your face.”

Jun smirked at her answer. “Angel, if you wanted to get wet today we don’t even need to get out of bed to do that.” his hand delicately traced down the curvy planes of her body and halted on her hip. He laced one of his long fingers under the hem of her dark purple, polar bear printed shorts.

The room immediately became ten times hotter from his not-so subtle flirting, her face and body burning like lava running down a volcano. His touch against her bare skin was enough for waves of electricity to course throughout every nerve in her body. His playful remarks never failed to catch her off guard regardless of how prepared she was to hear them. It made her feel like they were in a game of chess, both of them trying to find the perfect line to checkmate the other. However, it was too early for her mind to process any clever comebacks. All she wanted was to lay in bed all morning accompanied with cute cuddles. As much as she wouldn’t mind a steamy morning spent under the sheets, especially since they barely had time alone for the past few months, she wasn’t going to let him win this time.

With all these conflicting thoughts racing a hundred miles per second in her mind, she prepped for her counterattack by placing her hands on Jun’s chest and with all the strength she could muster from her small body, she suddenly pushed him off the bed. His body made a loud thud when he crashed on the floor and slightly shook the room like a subtle earthquake.

It took a moment for Jun to realize what just happened. In a slight daze, he slowly got up and sat on the floor. He shook out his hair and combed through his bangs before turning his head back to the bed, where she wrapped herself under the covers like a cute little breakfast burrito. Her head was the only part of her body that was left exposed. Her eyes curled into crescents and her dimples created tiny craters on her cheeks.

“I never said anything about me getting wet. But joke’s on you because now I have all the blankets to myself.” she smirked proudly, feeling like she one-upped him in his own game. She wriggled beneath the covers to make herself more comfortable and closed her eyes in content.

Jun simply stared at her in amusement, impressed by her sudden attack. Just when he thought he won, she never failed to come up from behind and surprise him. But he wasn’t going to let the mouse trump the cat. He stood up and waited a few seconds before hopping back onto the bed. He pulled the covers and lied down next to her once again, wrapping his gangly arms and legs around her body and hugged her tight. She tried to squirm her way out of his grasp but with fleeting energy she couldn’t escape. She eventually gave up and nestled her head against his chest hugging his waist, her cheeks sinking into the cloudlike cotton of his navy sweater.

“I hate you, you know that? So much that now I want to find a puddle of mud to throw on your face instead.” she mumbled lazily, already knowing that they weren’t going to get out of bed for the next hour.