#kpop jun

"I never should have called

'Cause I knew you would leave me

But I didn't think you could do it so easily

And I never should have held your hand

On that cold rainy night '

Cause, further along, it would cause another fight"

Pairing: reader x Jun

Description: You x Jun x sunset in your cozy apartment in Seoul. 

Genre: fluff, a little sexual?

Dusk was rolling over the city, consuming each building one by one with its famous twilight colors. You laid on your stomach, hands propping up your chin watching the stunning quotidian event breathe in every corner of Seoul. It was a Sunday, the best day of the week. The day was lazy and you and Jun weren’t fighting it. Beginning at sunrise, that sight couldn’t be avoided due to the massive windows in your apartment. You weren’t complaining either, sunrises and sunsets are something you will never get over in this life.

“Did I miss it?!” Rushing over, Jun splashed a bit of tea on the carpet and on his hand.

“Shit, shit, shit. I think I gave myself a first degree burn,” Jun hissed in pain.

You sat up in bed trying your best to retrieve the wave pool of chamomile tea in Jun’s hands. You sat them on them on the ground while Jun squeezed his burnt hand. You laughed at his squeamish face.

“Come here.” You took his hands into yours and began kissing the wounded skin.

You looked up at him. “Does that feel better?” 

Jun bent down onto the bed and leveled his weight with one hand behind you, his face right in front of yours. “Anything from you makes me feel better.” He leaned in a kissed you softly on the mouth. 

Your face still warm, Jun rolled into bed. Both of you got into your sunset watching positions, tummies laying facedown on the bed and eyes gazing out the window. You reached to the ground where the tea was left. You laughed at the sad amount that was left in the cups.

You handed him a cup. “See you were going to make it in time,” you chuckled, “you didn’t have to spill our tea everywhere.”

He stuck his lower lip out. A common you face you see on Jun: pouting. You laughed at his big ol’ puppy dog face and pat him on the head.”

“You gonna pout now? Oh no... what shall ever I do!” you said dramatically. 

He gave you the side eye with his lip still stuck out. You sat down your tea and took Jun’s empty tea cup from his hands. 

“I guess I’ll just have to tickle you!!!”

Jun sat up abruptly, hands up in surrender like you were holding a gun to his chest. “No, please. No. You know how much I hate-”

His mouth could no longer hold onto his words because of the laughter that was bubbling out of his chest. Your hands trickled up and down his torso trying to get to his tickle spots.  He squeezed his arms tight to his sides trying to prevent you from getting anymore tickles than you were getting. He fell back on to the bed, giving you the winning strike. You were on top of him while the back of his head pressed into the pillow.

Breathlessly he cried, “I surrender! I surrender! I promise not to pout anymore!” 

You both laughed ceaselessly with no more energy to spare. You laid on his chest, trying to catch your breath while both you laughing softly simultaneously. You rose up and down with his breathing and his hands began to stroke your back. You felt a soft peck on the top of your head. 

It was getting darker now and you lifted you head to look out the window. Jun’s soft breath skimmed your neck, looking for a place to land. He breathed your rose scent in and delicately kissed your neck. He kissed down to your collarbone then back up to your sweet spot right behind your ear. He hovered, feeling his breath hit your soft skin then laid a special kiss where you know he knows you love it most. A sigh of bliss escaped from your mouth and your hips fell back. 

Grabbing your wrists, Jun flipped you over and hung inches from your face, his hair tickling your forehead. It was difficult to breathe when you got a chance to take in fully of just how beautiful he was. Your wrists were pinned beside your head and desperately tried to liberate themselves just to touch his face. He didn’t free them however, but his right hand slid up to intertwine his fingers into yours. He then kissed you passionately on the lips then up to your cheekbones. Out of breath, his forehead rested on yours and he closed his eyes. He finally let go of your hands and they flooded towards his face. The ends of you fingertips traced his magnificent features while his eyelashes fluttered.

“I would miss any sunset for this,” he sighed.