When The Back Of Tsou Is An Embarrassing Photo (like All Mid Sneeze Photos Are) Because Love Is Embarrassing.

when the back of tsou is an embarrassing photo (like all mid sneeze photos are) because love is embarrassing. in risk mv she did a ton of embarrassing things like destroying the cake BECAUSE SHE WAS INVESTED. and the front of the tsou had a cheesy font because she’s experiencing a kind of cheesy love. what then.

every single time i open twitter and tiktok I'm met with content that talks about how jun is underappreciated and neglected in comparison to the rest and every single time it makes me wanna scream, bawl out my eyes and write an angsty hurt/comfort fic about him

down memory lane

pairing: non-idol!jun x fem!reader

genre: fluff.

warnings: reader and jun are sharing chocolates throughout fic. reader + jun have a cat <3

word count: 1.2k~

daisy's notes: gourmet chocolates..... i luv u

“I’m home!”

You didn’t move from your spot on the couch, curled up with one of the books that Wonwoo had bought for you. This year, for your birthday, you had a little celebration a few days before with your boyfriend and a few of your friends (which was mainly your book club, which included Wonwoo). Drinks were had, cake was eaten, gifts were given, and it left you to enjoy the day-of your boyfriend peacefully. You had already taken off work to enjoy the day mostly on your own while Jun was at work. He’d promised to pick up ingredients for a special dinner, insisting on doing it on his way home from work rather than delay it by coming home for you. Which, to be fair, wasn’t a problem at all. It meant that you could stay home with a book and your cat (a little white fluff ball that Jun fell in love with when you both saw her at the shelter).

“Welcome home,” you called back, shifting. The cat jumped onto the floor, her little jingle bell ringing as she rushed over to fuss at Jun. Most days, he would stop to pay attention to her, but you could hear the rustling of paper bags as he toted them into the kitchen. 

A minute or so later, you felt Jun’s hands on your cheeks as he leaned down to give you a kiss on the forehead. “Did you have a good day?”

You craned your neck back to get a better look at him, smiling. “I did, yeah. Did you?”

“It’s better now.” He always had the softest look in his eyes whenever he looked at you. Yet all too soon, he had stepped away with you, that familiar jingling following after him. “Are you hungry? Or do you want a snack?”

You slid your bookmark into your book, setting it aside as you turned to watch Jun as he made his way to the kitchen. “What kind of snack?”

Jun hid something behind his back as he made his way back to you. “I bought two,” he said, sinking down onto the couch, “just so you’d have extra for yourself. But…” He held out two boxes of chocolates from some fancy place the two of you had visited once months ago. You’d sampled the chocolates together and gushed over how delicious they were. “I got a few custom boxes for you.”

“Junnie…” You pouted at him as you accepted the boxes. How could one man be so sweet…? “Thank you.”

“Happy birthday,” he said softly. “There’s a lot, so—”

“So I can share with you.” You’d already started opening one of the boxes. There were an assortment of eight flavors, all labeled, with three of each kind inside the box. How expensive were these…? The tiniest bit of guilt bubbled up inside of you, but you met Jun’s gaze after a moment. “Feed them to me?”

He smiled, turning his face away for a moment as his cheeks grew redder. “If you want.”

You picked up the first one, a marshmallow-filled chocolate, to hold up to him. “Jun?”

He faced you with a soft hum, only for his eyes to widen for a moment as he realized what you’d been planning. You had said that you wanted to share with him, and you’d fully meant it. He leaned forward, hand raising to steady your own as he took a bite from it. For a moment, his eyes fluttered shut as he chewed before swallowing. Then he reached for another from the box, holding it up for you to eat.

“It’s silly,” he said, “but… I picked these out for a reason.”

You ate the chocolate in one bite, a hand cupping the space in front of your mouth just in case. “Hm?”

“Do you remember that time we went camping with my friends?” He toyed with the piece of paper that once held the chocolate. “You brought along marshmallows to toast with us.”

Your cheeks began burning. Apparently, s’mores were pretty damn uncommon outside of the United States… But you’d made it work with digestive cookies you’d found at the store. Jun had been endeared to your flustered expression as you tried to explain it to him and his friends (and, yes, one mister Joshua Hong knew exactly what you were talking about… and still let you flounder).

“That was mortifying.”

“It was cute!” Jun giggled. “You were so cute about it.” He picked up another chocolate, one of the salted caramel ones. “I liked watching you bicker with Joshua afterward, too.”

Averting your gaze, you took a bite when Jun offered it to you. Then your eyes flickered back to him, widening as the salty sweetness of rich caramel melted over your tongue. All too quickly, you picked one up to offer to him, letting him take a bite as well.

It was while he was chewing that you spoke up, “Is this… from the beach we went to?”

Not just any beach: the beach Jun confessed to you on. So many of his early days with you had something to do with his friends, and that time had been no different. The two of you, plus Joshua, Minghao, and Joshua’s partner, had ended up renting a beach house for a few days. Jun had managed to convince the others to let you take the room with the single bed, leaving him to room with Minghao instead. Yet he’d found you one night, after the others had dispersed for the night, gathering a few things so you could comfortably go for a walk on the beach. A flashlight in case you needed it, a bottle of water, your phone and keys…

“Can I come?” He’d asked you. You had looked up from the little bag you’d been putting together. “You don’t have to—”

“I’d like that.” 

That night, he’d walked with you, talking about life. About everything that led the two of you to this point. His hand had brushed against yours a few times, always a little too shy to outright go for it. He’d finally broached the subject and saw the way you stopped, staring at him.

“You… You like me back?”

(It’d been Minghao who noticed his absence and texted him: Tell her already. She likes you, too.)

As he finished off the piece of chocolate, you squeezed your eyes shut, groaning a little. “It is, isn’t it?” And then you cupped his face. “That was so embarrassing…”

“It wasn’t!” He chuckled. “It was cute. You were so nervous…”

And he was, too, to be fair. He just giggled, looking over the other flavors. Now that he was really looking at them, all of them had some sort of silly story he could spin. The milk chocolate truffles reminded him of the time you taught him how to make a hot cocoa bomb, and the chocolate you kissed off of his lips. White chocolate, because it reminded him of the way you would get excited when you saw a place had white chocolate macadamia nut cookies. All little things he was happy to recount to you while the two of you snacked on your chocolates.

Once the box was set aside, Jun leaned in, lips pressing against your own. He could still taste chocolate on them, and he smiled against them before he drew back a moment later. He cupped your cheek, kissing your forehead one more time. “Happy birthday,” he said, eyes twinkling as he gazed at you. 

Next year, he’d use the new memories you created together to turn into a gift. And he hoped to reminisce with you again, ending it all with as many kisses as you wanted.

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LITERALLY ME JSKJSK

ELEVEN A.M, wen junhui

♡⸝⸝ Jun is a little insane and a little unstoppable when it comes to you. Even if it's eleven in the morning and all the windows are open in your kitchen. Especially when it's eleven in the morning and all the windows are open in your kitchen.

MDNI // 18+

.ᐟ nsfw. fluff. established relationship. jun being the hottest boyfriend.

a/n: jun is the silly little gorgeous hot boyfriend that we all need. please leave some feedback and tysm for reading <3

You're putting away the guest plates you took out yesterday back in the pantry when Junhui saunter his way into the kitchen. You briefly turn around and send him a smile as he hops onto the counter, a mischievous glint in his eye and a big grin on his face that makes him look younger than he is.

Without paying attention to the boy behind you, you continue to indulge in the task, now moving on to the glasses lined up on the kitchen counter. You can feel Junhui's eyes watching you pace as he sits, hands folded in his lap and legs kicking back and forth.

He really looks like a little kid, you muse in your head, waiting for his mom to be done with chores to be picked up and coddled for the rest of the day. Watching Jun sit in silence with his giddy eyes following you, you can't help the urge to sneak a fleeting kiss on his cheek when you pass by him on your way to the cupboard on the far corner.

"Hi pretty" You wink at him, flailing at the way his lips immediately pull into a smile that lights up his whole face. "What are you up to?"

Without waiting for an answer, you turn away with the two glasses clutched in your hand, hoping to continue with your chore. But of course, Jun has other plans of his own.

Jun is fast and sharp with his movement, hands snapping into action like lightning. Without letting you walk away, he quickly reaches your waist to pull you back against the counter to stand right between his legs.

"Woah, baby" You try to stay upright on your feet, simultaneously trying not to drop or slam the glasses down on the granite. His sudden movement knocks the wind out of you as you take a movement to steady your frame.

"Jun, be careful" You scold softly, trying to turn away but as expected, Jun's hands around you tighten to keep you in place pressed up against him.

Jun is quick to pry the two glasses out of your hands, carefully leaning away and reaching to put them on the other side of the counter. You watch with amused eyes as he turns back to you with a familiar look in his hooded eyes. His ankles sneakily cross behind your back, heels knocking to the back of your thighs and pushing you against the edge of the counter. And in record time, Jun's hands are gripping the sides of your shirt.

"Jun,"

His mouth is hot when he pulls you into a kiss, not even waiting for you to be done with your words. Jun's hands slither up to hold the sides of your neck as he presses his lips on yours in a searing kiss, lips harsh against yours. Your hands, almost out of pure instinct, come up to the back of his head - one stopping at his nape and one reaching to tangle through the soft strands of his hair.

"Baby...been wanting you" He whispers into your lips, not quite pulling away enough to stop them from brushing against yours. "So bad, yn. So bad"

Without wasting a second or even waiting for a reply, his thumb is lightly pressing down on your lower lip in a silent plea.

When you tilt your head to the side and part your lips, it's a field day for him. Jun's hands tighten around your torso, crumpling up the t-shirt in his fingertips while he sucks at your mouth. His lips are folding around your own in a familiar hug, teeth grazing the delicate skin, and unapologetically biting down.

You hiss at the sharpness but Jun doesn't back away. He keeps kissing you, fingers holding you by the back of your nape as he lets his breath out in feathery sighs. Your hands fall to his thighs bracketing your frame, clenching against his skin. You move your hands back and forth, fingertips grazing his skin from where his ridiculously short shorts have ridden up. Jun's breath hitches as you give an experimental tug, pulling him against you, and making his hand shoot up towards your hair.

He gives a meaningful pull at it, making your head tilt backwards with a sharp intake of breath.

"Baby, please?" Jun is almost whining in your ear, an edge of clear desperation dripping from his voice. It's a tactic of his to coax you into his shenanigans all the time, helplessly whining and groaning in your ear until he's got what he wants. After all, he knows you can never say no to him when he peers at you through his eyelashes with just the right amount of fuck-me eyes and mouth set in a cute pout.

"Fuck, Jun. Right now?" You mutter hastily, feeling conflicted over the fact that it's eleven a.m, definitely not a good time to fuck in the kitchen with all the windows open, and the fact that he's looking at you with the most sultry eyes ever, almost drooling already.

"Please, sweetheart. Let me make you cum. Please?"

And of course, how could you ever turn him down a breathtaking man with brown eyes who's looking at you like you hung the stars for him, begging, whining to let him give you an orgasm? (And a really fucking good one at that)

"Fuck, Junnie. Okay," You groan, not surprised at yourself for losing a game you weren't even trying to win "Fine, baby. Go on"

Like a switch is flipped somewhere in his brain, Jun is pulling you back into him with a sense of urgency, one hand buried in your hair and one inching under your t-shirt. His mouth latches onto the side of your neck, mouthing at the spot just under your ear which he knows has an effect on you.

"You look so pretty" You try not to melt at the way he moans without even being touched "So pretty, my baby. Wanted you since the morning"

When Jun pulls back, mouth parted and hair dishevelled, an involuntary whine leaves your mouth. There are rays of sunlight that filter through your kitchen drapes and fall on him, making him look like a dream right there in front of you.

Jun hops off the counter before he slips behind you, skillfully trapping you against his frame and the granite as he plasters himself onto your back. His mouth is immediately on your shoulder, hands coming up to caress the skin of your arms as he nibbles on your skin. You try not to shudder and fail when he softly drags his fingertips along your arms.

You register the feeling of Jun's right hand skimming down your front as the other inches past the material of your t-shirt. His fingertips are cold against your skin, making you sigh and drop your head forward at the contact. Jun's mouth skillfully works at your skin, cat-like teeth sinking into you a little too hard and making your fingers curl against the counter.

You try not to cry about how he works a little slower than you prefer, taking forever to hook his fingers to the band of your shorts. His mouth is hot and languid on your neck, pressing feverish kisses, kitten-licking every patch of skin available at an agonizing pace.

For someone who was almost tearing up out of neediness, he seems to be taking a god-awful time with his actions.

"Jun, please- just, hurry up. Hurry up, Please." You have no time to be embarrassed about how pathetic you sound.

When Jun grinds into you from behind, it has you doubling over the counter, eyes clenching in bliss. It's almost scary how a single press of his hips against yours has your mouth dropping and knees buckling under you. You can clearly feel the way he's straining against his shorts, slotting himself against your back like he was made to fit into your frame.

You have never been loud during sex - Jun prides himself in being the vocal one out of the two of you. But when he's taking a little too much time sparing no attention to where you need him the most, you can't help but let a low whine slip past your lips.

"I'm sorry, baby" He mumbled with his lips shaped to a pout. "'M sorry, I got you. I got you, sweetheart"

And get you, he did.

Once Jun's hand slips past the band of your shorts, he lets it rest against your pelvic bone much to your frustration. His other hand is reaching up to hold you by your jaw as he turns your head to plant his lips on yours. The kiss is hot - open-mouthed, messy with teeth clanking together and lips glistening in spit.

And when Jun finally lets his middle finger dip between your folds under your underwear, you keen. He sighs and lets his hips grind into yours as he runs his finger along your slit, slick with your arousal.

"So wet for me" Jun's clearly the better dirty talker out of you. "You're so good to me. It drives me insane, baby. Insane."

You shudder as he continues to move his finger back and forth, blatantly ignoring your entrance and your bundle of nerves that tells you he isn't done being a menace for the day. In a fleeting moment, the pad of his middle finger is dipping inside, ripping a heavy sigh out of you. Jun's other hand tightens around you instinctively as you lean forward, holding you tight to his front.

"Wanna take my time with you" He mumbles in your ear, his fingers gone and returning to moving against your folds as quick as they came.

"Jun, don't-"

"Don't what, angel?" You can almost see the goddamn smirk painted on his lips. Maybe his eyebrows are even pulled up in mockery. This fucker. "Don't touch you? I don't think you want that"

"No, no, no. God," You whine out of frustration "Jun, no. Just- fuck"

Your thoughts come to a screeching halt as Jun dips his finger inside your entrance, this time reaching up to his knuckle in one stroke. He holds you flush against his chest, trying to keep your frame upright as your fingers clench on the edge of the granite.

His finger stills inside of you before he pulls out a little, immediately pushing it back inside, making you tremble.

"Such a good girl for me, aren't you sweetheart?" He sighs. "Always so good"

Another digit prods at your entrance, slipping right beside the first one as Jun pushes them in. The drag of his callused fingers against your walls is guttural, making your head fill with a sensation of pure static and nothing else. His fingers keep pushing into you in a rhythm, two at a time before he's crooking them at an angle, trying to find the spot that would make you wither against him. And when he finally does, he lets his fingers grind into the soft spot without a second thought, making a literal course of electricity run through your body.

"Fuck" Your voice breaks on a swear as Jun holds you up from face planting into the counter, arm tight around you and hips caging yours. He doesn't slow down his pace than it already is, continuing to make you flail in his hold.

"Feel good?" You try your best to muster up a nod as he mutters hotly in your ear.

The more Jun continues to plunge his fingers into you, the louder the sounds that echo through the room. With every push of his fingers against your walls, there's a pornographic sound of squelching. Something that had always turned you on was just the pure noises that came with sex- whether it's Jun muttering the filthiest words known to man in your ear like it was second nature, the sound of wetness as he works on opening you up or the sound of skin against skin as he feverishly pushed his hips into yours - it had always given you a rush of arousal more than anything. And Jun was no stranger to your little liking. So you guess he knows exactly what he's doing when he continues to whisper in your ear.

"You hear that, baby? That's how much you wanted me, no?" He muses. "Is that it?"

You struggle in his hold, twisting and turning as if you want to get away when actually you want nothing more than to curl up into him a little more. After dragging his fingers against your walls for the nth time, Jun slows down as he presses his lips to your cheek.

"Hold yourself up for me, sweet" He mumbles, followed by a soft press of lips to your temple "Hold tight. I'm gonna let go, okay?"

And as soon as he's deemed you're not going to topple over into the granite, holding yourself up against it with steady hands instead, his other arm immediately slips away and into your shorts. And,

"O-oh my god, Jun-"

You almost whimper at the feel of cold fingertips against your clit, in contrast to your skin that is burning with want, want, want. And Jun, being the menace he is, circles his fingers at an upsetting slow pace. If there was anything that brought you closer to an orgasm than Jun's fingers, it was Jun's fingers on your clit and this was a very well known fact to him.

You let your mouth drop, a shuddering moan slipping past your lips. The rare sound of you voicing your pleasure only seems to only fuel Jun more, speeding up his fingers and frantically letting his fingertips rub against your skin.

"There we go, angel. There we go" He sighs in your ear, words slurred. "My perfect girl"

The sound of your arousal is louder as Jun works both of his hands. One hand knuckles deep in you and the other rubbing against your clit at a perfect speed. He pants in your ear, hips unapologetically pushing against your back from behind as if he's physically unable to contain himself. Your arms give you underneath you and you catch yourself with your forearms on your counter as you feel yourself nearing the edge.

"Are you close, baby? I've got you, okay? Let me know"

You cry out at the pleasure that's shooting up your body, dropping your head forward. Your hair is sticking to your damp neck, wet from where there's a sheen of sweat on your skin.

You hear him groan behind you, trying to keep up with thrusting his fingers inside of you with an even louder sound of arousal as your walls tighten around his fingers. The noises around you - his fingers inside you, the deep sighs that fall from your mouth, and the way Jun cries into your neck - are lewd, downright filth. And god it's so hot.

"You're close, aren't you?" He pants. "Give it to me, baby. I've got you. I love you, sweetheart. I love you"

You feel the familiar pool of bliss settle deep in your gut, burning and itching to be released as Jun continues to work on you. Your eyes are closed and your mouth drops in a silent cry from all the stimulation but you hold yourself back a little more, wanting to linger on the edge a little bit more.

But of course, your boyfriend is hellbent on bringing you to the brink of pleasure with the hopes of tipping you over. The need to tease you and dangle your orgasm over your head is long gone. So when he grounds his fingers into you and circles your clit for a last time, you let your toes curl and clamp down on his fingers.

"Jun, Jun, Jun" You cry out, hand coming to hold his forearm against your front. "Fuck, oh, f-fuck-"

Jun doesn't stop as your release washes over you, pressing even closer to you as you ride out your orgasm. You throw your head back, curling against him as he presses his lips to your temple. He continues to move, opting to fuck your orgasm out of you and keeping his fingers on you until you have to physically pry him away.

Even as you come down from your high, he doesn't let you go. Crowding you against the counter, he brings up a hand to turn his head towards you. Holding your jaw tight, he presses his lips into yours before you can even take a breath that's slipping from you. He pulls away with hooded eyes, ragged breathing matching yours and voice coming out in a low rasp as he suggests,

"Let's move to the couch?"

Vernon thought —

.ᐟ angst. fluff. hurt/comfort

I just think Vernon is the type to automatically reach out to you if you're feeling bad. He won't even realize what he's doing until he has your face tucked to his neck, one hand holding your head and the other around your back. It's a case of his body reacting before his brain could even process what's happening.

He wouldn't say anything, just hold you to his chest and stay still. And if you start crying, he would simply tighten his hold around you and run his fingers along the back of your hair mumbling, "I know, I know, sweetheart. I'm sorry, I know"

Just the genuine remorse in his voice, how raw and pure he sounds apologising to you about something he doesn't have control over - it would make you cry a little more. But it's okay because he's still there to hold your pieces together as you fall apart in his arms. He's almost got you deadlocked into his neck with one arm holding your head in a very tender way. And you bet this man is not going to let you go until he's made sure there isn't a single drop of tear left in you.

❝ It's okay if things go wrong, right? 

You'll hold my hand.

Relax your body in our warmth. ❞