Jun (Seventeen) | Last Night

Jun (Seventeen) | Last night

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“And here’s a cute cat that I’ve seen today,” he smiles, tilting the phone so you could see the photo on the screen better. You make a little ‘aww’ sound, leaning your head on his shoulder. You’re hugging his arm, pulling yourself an inch closer as the cold wind blows past you.

Maybe you’ve underestimated the weather, but that doesn’t matter. It’s the last night you have with him for a long time and nothing, not even the risk of freezing and catching cold will make you leave sooner than you absolutely have to. Or he does, more likely. The bench is cold and lonely, a single streetlight standing just a few steps away. Your shared space is illuminated by a dim light that barely makes it here. You feel your heart flickering just like it.

“y/n?” he calls your name softly, putting his phone back into his pocket. His hands hold yours, fingers interlocking. You feel him lean his head against yours and you hum in response. He takes a deep breath.

“Are you sure I can’t stay with you tonight?” he asks and you can hear his voice shake. You sigh. You want to pull away and look him in the eyes but he won’t let you. Not to mention that even if he wasn’t feeling so vulnerable, he wouldn’t want to lose a second of your touch, your body pressed against his.

“Junhui… You know that I’d love to be with you tonight as much as you do. But we can’t. You need to stay in the dorms and get some sleep. If we went over to mine and then you’d need to get back before they come to take you to the airport in the morning, you wouldn’t sleep at all and would be drained,” you remind him patiently. You try to keep your voice stable and as calm as you can even if the image of him leaving for months breaks your heart. You need to stay strong. You know it’d be even harder for him if you cry now. If only you could stay over, but their manager wouldn’t be too happy about that.

“I know,” he whispers, not trusting his voice, “But I need you, I really need you. I’ll miss you so much.”

“I’ll miss you too, baby,” you reassure him, squeezing his hands. He lets go only to hug you, pulling you into his lap and into his chest, holding you as close as he can. You hug him back. “And I love you, and I will love you, and I will wait for you, I promise. You know I will, right?”

“I know,” he whimpers, “I love you too, I’ll come back to you. I don’t need sleep, I need to be with you tonight.” He buries his face in your hair, you can feel him trying to calm himself. You rub his back, drawing gentle circles over the fabric of his shirt.

“I know, Jun, I know,” you sigh, “I’d love to be with you too, but we can’t. It’d just make things harder for you, and I don’t want that.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he murmurs, squeezing you tighter. 

“It does, and you know that,” you say sadly, “Be good, Junnie. It’s hard for both of us.” You feel him nod against your head, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“I’m sorry. I should be comforting you, not the other way around,” he whines, pulling so close you need to remind him you need to breathe.

“Just being with you is enough, love,” you smile, “And all this.” You quickly motion to your clothes, well, his clothes. You’d swear he moved half his wardrobe over to your place so you’d always have some piece of his clothes to wear.

“I should do more anyway,” he grumbles, “I’m leaving you here all alone and I’m just whining and whining.”

“You’re very cute, Jun. Have I told you yet?” you chuckle, freeing yourself from his hold enough to kiss his cheek. He whines some more, tilting your head to kiss you properly. It’s slow and gentle, and you can feel his shaky breath when he pulls away.

“Stay. Please. I’ll deal with the aftermath, just stay,” he begs again, nose brushing against yours and his eyes pleading and soft.

“I can’t, Jun. I don’t want to cause you more stress,” you repeat, patiently, gently. You cup his cheeks as you do so, thumbs stroking his skin.

“What about this - I’ll be on the phone with you the entire ride home, and once I get home we can facetime until you fall asleep, hm? We can talk, or I can read to you, what do you think?” you suggest. He closes his eyes, exhaling slowly again. He nods, kissing you once more.

“Please. That sounds good, let’s do that,” he whispers, kissing you in between. You smile into the kiss. You could get used to him being clingy like this, if only the circumstances were better.

“I will, I promise,” you reassure him again. “Want to tell me more about your day before I have to go?”

“Yeah, just stay here like this,” he says and pulls you closer again, tucking your head under his chin. You chuckle, easily agreeing to his request. You have no idea how you’ll survive the next few months without him, but you know that you’d wait for him forever if you had to.

'SPILL THE FEELS' : Speak Up JUN

Jun (SVT) | Trust fluff | 0.6k | gn!reader

There’s a stray eyelash stuck on your other eyelashes and it’s been stressing him out for the last minute or so. He watches with growing unease. It’s like watching a little kid running around with a huge ice cream - a catastrophe is bound to happen. He’s sure it’s gonna fall into your eye any second now. And sometimes, Jun just isn’t a patient man. He knows you’re not yet aware of the risk but it might fall into your eye and he hates when you’re uncomfortable and struggling.

“Do you trust me?” he blurts out before he can really think. You stop talking mid-sentence and give him a wary look.

“Yeah, why?” 

“Don’t move,” he says gently before scooting closer. You don’t move away and he slowly exhales all the air in his lungs. This is a delicate operation. He raises his hand to your face and you just keep looking into his eyes without flinching and his chest fills with warmth. He has to get this right.

“Don’t blink,” he whispers, and it hits him how close he is to you - is it too close? you haven’t been dating for all that long… - and what he's about to do and that if his hands tremble it will compromise his entire mission.

His palm hovers over your cheek and you give him the smallest of nods as an okay. Jun cups your cheek and marvels at how warm your skin feels. He moves his thumb up until it hovers directly in front of your eye. You frown but relax when he shushes you. You’re straining to focus on his finger.

“Just trust me. I won’t hurt you,” he mumbles. You relax again, releasing the tension in your with a long exhale. It’s just Jun, after all. Delicately, as if moving an injured butterfly, he brushes his thumb against your eyelashes and removes the stray one away from your eyes. He feels its rough texture on his finger but the sensation fades into nothingness compared to how smooth your skin feels under his palm and how he feels it heat up. He wonders if he's getting red himself. (He knows he is. He feels the same heat rising through his body.)

He reluctantly pulls away because it's now or never and he shouldn’t have invaded your personal space in the first place. It's hard enough as it is to let go, harder with each second. He shows you the eyelash on the pad of his finger as a way of explanation. You laugh and somehow it sounds more addictive than before.

"You could've just told me," you chuckle and push his shoulder. Though it feels more like you wanted to pull him closer.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess I could," he grins, awkwardly and lets his head fall, messing up his hair. He needs to take a break from looking at you. What if this is you letting him down easy? He really didn’t need to do that. "Sorry for being weird."

"I'm glad you didn't tell me," you say and his head whips back up. You lean against him, fully, perfectly. Like a puzzle piece falling into place. He wraps his arm around you and feels something click, something just started making a lot of sense. “You’re cute.”

"I'm glad too," he murmurs, and he can't stop his body from moving. He can't stop his lips from barely brushing against your forehead. His hands tremble, but you're there to hold them.

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