#zelo fluff

A/N: I wrote this like 4-5 years ago so it's kind of lame but hopefully some of ya'll will still find it cute. I have not edited or changed it. A/N: This is a repost from my original blog.

No image yet! Let me know if you’re interested in making one! Otherwise, I’ll eventually get around to it! :)

Pairing: Zelo x fem!reader Warnings: none Genre: fluff and high school level cheesiness WC: 825

Junhong tapped his foot repeatedly at a rapid pace against the tiled floor. He looked up at the clock on the wall to check the time again. He’s been waiting for twenty minutes already and still no news.

The boy sat back in his chair and adjusted the mask on his face before shoving his hands into his pockets. He needed a way to distract his thoughts. So instead of thinking about the painful possibilities, he focused on the people in the waiting area with him.

Most were older, elderly even, calmly reading the magazines that were left on the small coffee table in the center. There was a mother and her two children. She was talking excitedly on her phone with another person while her children played a game. There was only one other person in the room that Junhong thought would be around his age, but they were too immersed in texting on their phone to notice anything else around them.

For the first twenty-five days of December we will be opening up a door on the Idol Advent tree to see who is behind it and waiting with a drabble to share!

To find out who is there for Day 22, click the keep reading!

Request: Would you be able to do a Zelo X Hufflepuff? I’m not even sure if you’re like really into Harry Potter and I’m not quite sure what house he’d be either (possibly Slytherin but also maybe a Hufflepuff???? I don’t even know). Thank you so much tho!!

Pairing: BAP Zelo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

You plopped into the grass near the whomping willow and heaved a large sigh. Perhaps if you moved just a hair closer, it would crush you to death.

Death had to be better than this feeling in your stomach.

Picking idly at a few strands of grass, you looked up wearily to the groups of students waddling off into the distance.

Hogsmeade weekend.

You turned your gaze to the lake, thinking maybe if you threw yourself into its depths, you’d be rid of the anxiousness clutching your chest.

It wasn’t fair.

You were muggle born, which was a difficult enough situation to handle at a wizarding school, but you were also a muggle born who could never convince your parents to sign any permission slip you brought home from “that school.”

They didn’t understand why you wanted to blend in with “those people” so badly, just like you didn’t understand why they had such an issue with your participation. Either way, it was a losing situation (mostly for you) so here you sat.

Chewing on your lip, you looked up again to various couples wandering off into the distance.

And then there was him.

Squinting your eyes to better focus, you recognized the face of the older boy, but only vaguely. He was much taller than you, sporting bright, honey-colored hair, and a forest green jumper. The small stud in his nose reflected the sunlight, making his already handsome face dazzle just a little bit more. What was his name again?

He remained unmoving as he narrowed his eyes at you, the one buoy in the ocean of students around him. Why wasn’t he heading in the direction of Hogsmeade, and more importantly, why was he looking at you?

After a stalemate between the two of you simply sizing each other up from afar, he made forward motion in your direction, causing your heart to stall. Your eyes darted back and forth to further confirm that you were the only person positioned this far toward the Forbidden Forest. Surely, he thought you to be someone else. Your mind worked tirelessly to find any interaction you may have had with him but kept coming up blank.

Just as you thought you were going to have to deal with some sort of confrontation (judging by the look of sheer determination on his features) he stopped again. Spinning on his heel, he was greeted by several of his friends patting him on the back and pointing him back toward the direction in which everyone was travelling. Glancing over his shoulder at you once last time, he nodded to them before matching them in step.

How strange.

You shook your head, trying to rid your thoughts of the odd interaction. Yes, he thought you were someone else, and by closer inspection realized that.

But then why didn’t he stop until his friends called him?

.

.

You picked at your breakfast sleepily and stifled a yawn. Only barely able to follow along with the conversation your friends were having, you glanced lazily to the ceiling as the owl post began to arrive. You tried to keep your eyes from rolling as you focused more closely on your food.

The other perk of being a muggle in the wizarding world with unsupportive parents was very little mail. You had come to terms with that situation years ago. It bothered you much more as a first year, but now it was a morning routine you chose to ignore. On occasion, your wizarding friends would send you things through the in-school mail system, or their parents would send you fresh baked treats from home. If only your parents understood how kind the families of your friends had been, maybe they’d understand a fraction of the warmth you experienced daily. Maybe they’d even send you some comforts from home as well.

If you kept your hopes low, you were always pleasantly surprised when something did drop short of your dining plate.

Just like today.

A package thudded softly before you, causing you to breath in sharply. Narrowing your eyes, you quickly noticed there was no return address. You gave a sidelong glance to your friends who were still caught in their own conversation, no parcels landing near them.

Picking up the light box, carefully wrapped in brown paper, you surveyed it for any signs of where it may have come from. Judging by the stamps and scrawl across the front, it looked to be sent in-house.

It wasn’t your birthday and the holidays were still months away. Why would any of your friends be sending you things through the owl post that they couldn’t just give you?

With trembling fingers, you began to pluck at the paper and reveal the box beneath. By this point, your friends had stopped talking and decided to focus on you instead.

“Who’s that from?” your closest friend asked, lifting her brows. You gave a small shrug as you lifted the lid of the parcel, revealing the contents.

“What is this?” you grumbled, sifting through packing paper. You pulled out one item after another. Small gifts quickly peppered the table. You recognized some items to be wizarding sweets, but you were at a complete loss for half of the others.

“A pygmy puff!” your friend squeaked, poking happily at a small cage you had pulled out. Tilting it to the side, you noticed the large, purple poof of hair rolling around the cage and squeaking frantically.

“A pygmy what?” you croaked.

“It’s a miniature puffskein!” your friend grinned. “They sell them at the joke shop!”

Your friend lifted a few more items closer to her face. “Matter of fact, it looks like a lot of these items are from the joke shop. And Honeydukes!”

“Can we backtrack?” you sighed. “So, you’re telling me I was just delivered a living creature I am now caring for?”

You wiggled your finger into the cage with the pygmy who gave a delighted squeak. You couldn’t help but smile as you patted it lightly on what you thought to be its head.

“They’re really adorable pets,” your friend nodded. “I have one in the common room. His name is Tobias.”

“Right,” you chuckled. “So, you were saying? Joke shop? Honey smokes?”

“Honeydukes,” she corrected. “They’re shops in Hogsmeade.”

“Hogsmeade?” you asked, lifting your brows. “I’ve never been. Why would someone send me things from Hogsmeade?”

Your friend gave you a sly smile. “Maybe because you’ve never been.”

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.

You leaned back onto the grass and sighed, letting your pygmy puff roll around in the grass. He was a happy, little companion, and you couldn’t thank your secret gift giver enough.

Whoever it was must have known how lonely things could get when you were left alone.

And you were absolutely no closer to figuring out who that gift giver was. After ruthlessly harassing your friends, all of them insisted that they had no hand in the package that had been sent to you that day. And even under the suspicious circumstances, the parcels continued to come.

Against your better judgement, you continued to accept them.

You chuckled to yourself as you heard your pygmy enter a squeaking frenzy as he scurried up your arm and buried himself into your neck. Only until the sun shining down on you had been blocked, did you bother to open your eyes.

“Mind if I sit?” an unfamiliar voice questioned.

You opened one eye, squinting through the sun to only be able to make out a dark figure looming above you.

“You don’t have to ask my permission,” you sighed as you hoisted yourself up to lean on your elbows. Blinking a few times, your eyes finally settled on the face of the blonde boy you had all but forgotten from weeks before.

“I thought it may be polite since I’m sitting so closely,” he grinned, plopping beside you.

“It’s you,” you croaked, knowing you must have sounded ridiculous.

“And who am I exactly?” he asked, lifting his brows. You immediately felt hot with embarrassment.

“No idea,” you managed, inspecting every inch of his face. It was a Hogsmeade weekend, so you had assumed that’s where he should be instead of lounging beside you.

“Zelo,” he said shortly. “My name is Zelo. I’m a seventh year, Hufflepuff.”

So that’s why he smelled like baked goods.

You nodded in response, unsure of how you should continue. Introduce yourself? Your house?

“And you’re Y/N,” he said softly. He looked down to his hands, nervously fidgeting with his fingers as the words escaped his mouth.

“I am,” you hummed, furrowing your brows. “And how do you know that?”

“I’ve seen you around,” he continued quietly. “I guess you noticed me coming over to talk to you the other day?”

“I did,” you nodded. “You looked…concerned?”

“I was wondering why you were out on the lawn,” he admitted. “And not heading to Hogsmeade with everyone else. See, when I said I’ve seen you around…maybe I’ve…paid more attention to you when you are around?”

“And that means…?” you trailed.

“I don’t know really,” he chuckled, rubbing a hand across his neck. He was nervous, you could tell by his movements.

And it was so endearing.

“If I had to guess,” he continued. “I may have…accidentally taking an interest in you.”

“Accidentally?” you coughed. “That makes it sound like a bad thing.”

“Oh no!” he gasped. “No, no, I mean, I didn’t intend to really take an interest in anyone at school. It just seems easier that way, but when I saw you…well, I couldn’t help myself.”

“Is that so?” you chuckled, amused by his small confession.

“And then when I saw you not heading to Hogsmeade, I realized you must not have had your permission slip signed,” he sighed. “And I had heard from some friends that your parents were…nonwizarding folk…so I then also realized that you had never experienced some of the wonderful things that you could have been experiencing.”

“The packages,” you said slowly, your eyes growing wide with realization. You subconsciously reached up to pat your pygmy puff. “It was you.”

Zelo looked down with an embarrassed smile. “Guilty.”

“You didn’t have to send me gifts,” you whispered. You suddenly felt like a charity case. “If you were feeling sorry for me…”

“I’ve never felt sorry for you,” he said quickly, his head snapping up to look at you. “You send the person you like small gifts when you’re trying to date them, don’t you? So, I thought I’d wow you with things you’ve never seen before.”

“You’re…you’re trying to date me?” you croaked. Your face was growing hot again.

“I…well, uh,” he stammered, his cheeks red with blush. “I guess, yeah. That’s kind of what I’ve been building up to this whole time.”

After a moment of silence that seemed to go on for an eternity, you finally offered up a reprieve.

“Thank you for Aberforth,” you said quietly. “He’s good company.”

“Aberforth,” Zelo chuckled quietly. “Are you…are you may be looking for other types of company as well?”

“Meaning, non-purple-haired, human company?” you smiled softly as you glanced his way. He was smiling as well.

“Exactly what I mean.”

“Perhaps,” you nodded. “But I would love to get to know that company a little better first.”

“Sounds reasonable,” Zelo grinned. “You think Aberforth would allow us a stroll around the lake?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be leaving for Hogsmeade soon?” you questioned.

“Worried you won’t get another package?” Zelo laughed.

“No!” you gasped, pushing him lightly on the arm. “I don’t want to hold you up.”

words: 1000+  • characters: reader x zelo  • genre: spooky fluff

Summary: Junhong has an idea that can hardly be surpassed in madness. You agree, but this Halloween will be a lot scarier than you could’ve ever imagine. Because this idea is less crazy than what's yet to come.

“Wanna make out in a graveyard?”

What a stupid, really stupid idea. You knew Junhong for so many years now and still he was able to surprise you over and over again. You didn't knew what to reply at first but you ended up here anyway. In his arms, kissing like lovelorn teenagers on a fucking spooky graveyard.

“Are you scared?” he asked between sweet kisses. He chuckled while he looked at you totally amused about your behavior. Well, at least he was having fun.

“That's not funny. Don't you think this is kind of... awkward?”

“Of course it is. But isn't that our thing?”

A B.A.P holiday songfic series by Admin B! Enjoy!

Genre: 1940′s AU

Pairing: Zelo x You

By Admin B

Le Noir ♠️ Skydive ♠️ Ribbon in the Sky ♠️ Killer ♠️ Fermata ♠️ Confession ♠️ I Guess I Need U ♠️ Chiquita ♠️ Walk ♠️ Now ♠️ Kingdom

It suffocates you The countless hate, resentment, misery They try to bury you on this quiet night

The gunfire. The explosions. The shrapnel, the mud, the barricades, the screams... the crying.

In reality, none of this was constant. There were plenty of deceivingly peaceful times (it was never actually peaceful when you were fighting a war, but it seemed peaceful, at least). 

But these were the sounds which stuck with Junhong. He could hear them playing over and over in his head, especially during the quiet, downtime.

He had never agreed with or even liked war. He hated violence, and he hated hatred, as hypocritical as it sounds. But, more specifically, he hated hatred for other people. He hated intolerance and ignorance.

And that was getting a lot of people killed these days.

No one held your hand They all turned away Everyone twisted your thoughts and words You cried so much

War had been... a lot harder than Junhong ever imagined. Not that he ever thought it would be easy, but the reality of it was infinitely harsher and darker and scarier.

And he’d been alone. He’d had a whole troop of soldiers by his side, fighting the same fight, but he’d been alone.

He’d missed you so goddamn much that he’d practically cried himself to sleep almost every night.

He’d missed you, and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about all the people dying. He’d kept wondering just why he was here. Why had this ever started? Why were people so... horrible?

Why trap yourself in a maze? Believe in yourself You see white and black in the mirror Although I’m weak I can comfort you till the end

All of his negative thoughts followed him home. Even when he was back in your bed, his mind still raced, and the sounds of war played at full volume in his head.

You noticed instantly he wasn’t the same Junhong he was when he’d left you, but you really hadn’t expected him to be. You knew he would come home a different person.

You just didn’t realize he would be this different.

You turned over in bed to face him, reaching out and gently resting a hand on his shoulder. He jumped awake, and you could hear his shallow breathing become more relaxed as he realized it had only been a dream.

Although, it probably wasn’t just a dream. Everything he was seeing and hearing had probably been very real at one point.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you whispered, scooting close to him and pressing your lips to the back of his neck. “I’m right here. You’re home now, remember? With me.”

You tried your best to comfort him, but you always felt you couldn’t do enough. You had no idea what he was going through. You’d been here at home while he’d been over there, so how could you know? How could you really help him believe everything would be okay?

But you tried anyway because you loved him. You always had, and you always would. No matter what.

How can they block your freedom? I’ll understand and hug you Close your eyes without a word Please hear the cries of this lamb

You set your purse down on the counter, calling out to Junhong that you were home from work.

Usually, he came out to greet you with a kiss, but today he was nowhere to be found. At least not from where you stood in the kitchen. But none of his things were gone, so he had to be here.

“Junhong,” you called again, your brow furrowing in concern.

And then you heard them. The soft, choking sobs.

You followed the muffled sound into your bathroom, and your heart broke when you saw Junghong huddled on the floor in front of the bathtub, his face buried in his hands as his body shuddered with his cries.

You immediately dropped to your knees beside him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer to you.

You shushed him, rubbed his back, kissed his head. And you silently cursed the world for doing this to him.

Why did he deserve this? Why did anyone deserve this? The world was such a cruel, unfair place, and you hadn’t truly understood that until Junhong had come home from the war.

As you held him there on your bathroom floor, you silently prayed to whoever or whatever was out there to hear Junhong’s cries. To hear the cries of all the soldiers and the families and the children affected by this war and to put an end to all of it.

Please.

Instead of anger and fear, give me peace Help me to hold onto hope And give me the strength to pass it on

It took Junhong a while to agree, but after months of persuading, he finally did.

He agreed to actually marry you. On Christmas Day of all days.

You two had legally gotten married before he went off to war, but you hadn’t had a wedding. You hadn’t the money nor the time, so you’d simply applied for a marriage license at City Hall and called it a day.

But today you were getting married. You were having a real wedding with a dress and music and cake and all that jazz. Junhong would be wearing a suit, waiting for you at the end of the aisle.

And while he wasn’t the same Junhong you’d married over two years ago, you still loved him. Maybe you loved him even more now, despite the fact he’d been hesitant to have this wedding.

But you really couldn’t blame him. He was still suffering, and he claimed he didn’t see the point in having what was really a glorified party when you were already married. 

There were more important things to worry about in this godforsaken world.

But you’d quietly told him a wedding would make you happy. It would make him happy. It would make your friends and family happy.

And happiness was what truly mattered in life, didn’t he agree? Happiness brought hope, and hope brought light to the darkness.

And Christmas was a time of joy and love and hope, wasn’t it?

He hadn’t been able to turn you down after that reasoning.

He figured, if he could do something like this to make you happy, then that was at least a step in the right direction of overcoming whatever it was he’d brought back with him from the war.

Maybe it would even help him get over his newfound fear of having children with you. He didn’t want to pass on his struggles, but he did want to pass on the light the two of you created with your love.

So, as the snow fell outside, as the families in the houses around the church celebrated and opened presents and laughed and smiled, you and Junhong vowed your undying love for each other in front of your closest friends and family. You kissed, you ate cake, you danced to jazz music, and you drove away in the fanciest car you’d ever seen back to your small apartment with your tiny Christmas tree because you couldn’t afford a real honeymoon yet.

But that was all right. You had each other, and that was enough. He was now coming to realize that. As long as he had a roof over his head, a steady job, food on the table... and you. Everything would be okay.

Maybe... maybe realizing all of this would actually help him forgive himself.

Forgive my evil sins Please give me the light

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prompt - Coffee: My character will be hyped up on coffee and pester yours.  // request more drabbles here

characters: ravenclaw!reader x hufflepuff!zelo

word count: 658

genre: howarts!au, fluff

You had just begun to dig into your plate of breakfast when the reverberation of your name echoed through the Great Hall. You flinched; you would know that voice anywhere, and the inevitable questions from the boy that would follow. The other Ravenclaws around you looked up at the sudden intrusion of their studying, giving you questioning looks before returning to their spells.

“Hey,” you hear from behind, “didn’t you hear me call you?”

You sighed and turned around in your seat, resigning yourself to the fact that you would be eating cold eggs again.

“I think the entire Hall heard you, Junhong.”

I will never ever get sick of writing for JunHong. Also Chii is so great, this border works so wonderfully and her up-keep of the blog is really more than I could ever ask for. I hope you see this, Chii <3 -Sunni

✿ B.A.P’s Zelo x GenderNeutral!Reader ✿ Fluff ✿ 1.2k words ✿ Not requested ✿ Written by Sunni

I was able to format the following divider for only this blog’s use so please don’t take it or use in your own posts, thank you. - Chii

      The lights are dimmed and the smell of lavender plays in the air. The chair you’ve been sitting in for hours has begun to hurt and you’re getting sleepier. But most of all, you’ve begun to feel incredibly impatient. The sound of the mouse clicking and the faint music from JunHong’s headphones don’t seem to help.

      Usually, when JunHong works in the studio, he holds your hand and plugs in another pair of headphones so you can listen to music, too. JunHong never lets you listen to the music he’s working on until it’s complete. He runs his fingers through your own and occasionally through your hair, as well. JunHong also tries to bring snacks for the two of you. You bring desserts and bottles of water. JunHong always forgets to stay hydrated.

Pairing: Zelo x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,962

Summary: As Zelo’s best friend, you offer him a shoulder to cry on. He realizes just how often you’ve been there for him.

A/N: I had several requests for a sequel! I had so much fun writing this one. Oddly enough, I didn’t listen to “Girls Like You” at all when writing this half.

This scenario was loosely inspired by “Girls Like You” by Maroon 5.

You can find Part One by clicking here! This won’t make much sense unless you start at the beginning.

It had been a week since you left Junhong in his apartment on that fateful night, though it felt more like an eternity. The walk back home was full of muffled sobs and quick steps until you found yourself curled up on your bed, letting everything out. Even now, you couldn’t believe you had said what you said. It was something you always felt but never thought you’d admit, let alone admit to his face. The words seemed soaked in venom as you repeated them at your reflection and you imagined that’s how they felt when he heard them.

And you were right.

After you left that night, Junhong let himself slump down onto the floor, tears leaking from his eyes as he replayed your words over and over again. Had you really felt like that after all this time? He never realized that you had feelings for him. He cursed himself now for being so oblivious that he didn’t realize he had been hurting his best friend this whole time. You had never hinted at it, at least not that he could remember. And that was true. You hadn’t ever made it apparent. Honestly, you hadn’t told a soul about it. You didn’t want to do anything that could have jeopardized his career. You cared for him too much to let that happen. You loved him too much to let that happen. You only wanted him to be happy.

Only now, you knew you definitely weren’t. You didn’t know where the two of you stood now and you weren’t about to hear the words you dreaded. So you tried your best to put him in the back of your mind. You worked as if your life depended on it. You took the long ways home, avoiding places you two had frequented. You even cooked as if you were working for a five-star restaurant, and you hated cooking. You were just desperate to get him off of your mind and make yourself feel better.

And yet, a few days after you left you ran into Yongguk on your way home from work. Being the gentleman he was, he asked how you were and if he could walk you home. You let him, and soon enough the conversation turned to Zelo.

“I’m assuming he told you what happened?” you asked, glancing up at Yongguk.

He sighed. “He didn’t tell me until last night, but we could tell something was off. He hadn’t mentioned you before that and wouldn’t tell us how you were when you came over.”

You nodded. There wasn’t much more that you wanted to ask.

“He’s asked about you, though,” Yongguk continued, “he really thinks you aren’t going to see him again after what he did.”

You glanced down, nodding again. “I just don’t know where we stand anymore, Yongguk.”

“You still like him, right?”

Your eyes glanced up to your elder’s only to be met with a small smirk. “He’s the only one who hadn’t figured it out until the other night.”

Glancing down again, you felt yourself blush slightly as you gave a small nod. “I knew he didn’t feel the same way,” you murmured.

Yongguk huffed. “You don’t know that for sure, Y/N.” As you both reached the stairs to your apartment building, he offered one final piece of advice. “Your wants are temporary. At some point your needs become too much and replace your wants.”

You played his words again in your head as you sat on your couch, half-heartedly listening to the news. You missed Junhong terribly but you still didn’t want to reach out to him. If for no other reason, you were afraid he wouldn’t want you back. You were content with being ignorant if it spared your emotions.

As you were lost in your thoughts, your phone chimed. It wasn’t your usual chime, though. It was a chime you had set a long time ago for one specific person.

Junhong.

Can I come over?

You felt your heart rate speed up. Apparently this was the time to either patch things up or see him for the last time.

Sure.

You waited a few minutes before he sent a response.

Okay. Should I let myself in?

Key’s under the mat.

Okay, I’ll be there soon.

You sighed to yourself. You weren’t ready for this. You didn’t think you’d ever be ready for this. And yet, it was coming whether you liked it or not.

In the time it took Junhong to arrive, you washed the rest of your makeup off of your face and changed into a set of comfier clothes. You began to heat water for tea when you heard a knock on the door. He was at least being courteous in this whole ordeal.

Quietly you walked over to the door before glancing through the peephole just in case. To your relief, it was Junhong standing there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You slid your hand to the knob and opened the door, as ready as you’d ever be to face what came your way.

“H-hi Y/N, can I come in?”

You nodded, muttering a silent “yeah” as you opened the door farther and let him walk in. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, but you assumed you looked the same way. As he turned around in your living room, he passed the flowers to you. He glanced at you momentarily, but his gaze kept falling to the floor. “I-I hope you like them.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, taking a quick whiff of the sweet fragrance. “I was making tea, did you want any?”

“No, it’s okay.”

The silence that followed was unbearable. Whenever Junhong and you were together, silence was almost non-existent. You took the opportunity to walk to your kitchen, placing your tea bag in your mug and pouring the hot water before reaching into your fridge. As you began to pour the milk into your tea, Junhong began to speak.

“Listen, Y/N, the reason I came over… well I didn’t know if you wanted to come over and I probably should’ve talked to you more before this, but- I-I just- I- tried my best to just let it go but I just COULDN’T- and I-”

He kept getting more and more flustered as he tried to come up with some words, some apology. His frustration at himself grew and grew until he was on the verge of explosion. And you heard it building behind you.

Setting the milk on the counter, you turned around to find him wiping at his eyes with his hands and taking in a breath to prevent tears from falling. It killed you on the inside to think he was hurting as bad as you were, that he wanted you back but didn’t know how to explain himself, that he was imploding on the spot in your kitchen trying to make it up to you.

“Come here,” you said softly, reaching for his shirt sleeve and pulling him closer to you. He took it a step farther, picking you up and setting you on your counter so you were his height and burying his face in the nape of your neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly, as if you were his lifeline. His body began to shake then, heavy sobs overtaking him. You tried to calm him down, rubbing his back gently with your fingers as he wept.  And wept he did.

He wept for himself. He wept for the nights he spent away from those he loved for more practices and work. He wept for the countless others who put up the same problems. He wept for his own heart, having it broken by girls who hadn’t wanted to know him and only wanted the fame. And he wept for you too. He wept for you because he finally realized how you must have felt over the years- love coursing through your being and no way of expressing it. Constantly feeling trapped, alone.

You tried your best to hold him tighter, nuzzling him as best you could as you tried to keep yourself composed. As he continued to shudder in your embrace he began to find the words that failed him before this. “I’m so sorry Y/N…” he gasped out in between sobs, “I never meant to hurt you… I-I hadn’t known…”

“Shhh, shhh… It’s alright,” you whispered in his ear, feeling tears beginning to run down your own face. “I just want you to be happy.”

You felt him pull away from your embrace, and you took the opportunity to wipe at your own eyes. When you opened them again, you found Junhong’s eyes locked onto yours.

“Y/N, you make me happy.”

He leaned in again, but this time you met him halfway, pressing your lips to his. A few of his tears dropped onto your cheek as you reached a hand to cup his face, brushing the rest of them away with your thumb. You felt his fingers snake around to your back, keeping you steady as he leaned in further.

Just as soon as the kiss started, he pulled away, watching your face for any signs of anger or emotion. You saw the same emotion in his eyes that you saw during your first kiss, but this time you knew neither times were because of some girl. They were because of you. And this time, you mirrored that same feeling in your face. Years spent hiding your feelings and being “just a friend” crashed like a broken glass as you reached to him, wrapping your legs around his waist as you clung to him. He returned the hug, pressing a hand around the back of your neck as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his.

“I’ll say it again, Y/N,” he said, just loud enough so you could hear. “I really need a girl like you.”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down before moving to look at him. He released his hold on you to wipe away your own tears, offering the best smile he could manage. That was what you loved about Junhong- he always tried to make you happy too. As much as he needed a girl like you, maybe you also needed a guy like him.

You smiled back at him,  reaching up to give another small peck to his lips. “Then it’s a good thing you have me.”

He smiled again, picking you up from off the counter. “It definitely is.”

You couldn’t believe any of this had actually happened, but you were determined not to let him go this time. Giving him a final squeeze, he set you down as you put away the milk and got a vase for the flowers. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

He nodded. “I’d like that.”

“Okay,” you said as you grabbed a few snacks and drinks before the two of you walked into your living room. You sat next to Junhong, but just as you set down the snacks, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you down so you were in between him and the couch. Your head rested on his chest as he pulled a blanket down over the two of you and you picked a movie, snuggling in as the opening sequence began.

Sleep greeted you like an old friend as you and Junhong finished the movie. Between him and the blanket on both of you, you were the most comfortable you had been all week. Junhong was too, and as you were just falling asleep, he opened his mouth.

“You know what Y/N?”

You hummed lightly, signalling that you were awake. “What?”