Jun Can Feel The Way His Heart Is Shaking Now. How Can One Person Make Him Feel So Small And Shy...?

jun can feel the way his heart is shaking now. how can one person make him feel so small and shy...? he isn't sure. all he knows is that every time the two of you talk, he feels that shakiness come back, the anxiety building within him. at first, he thought it had to be something else: you were smart. cool. intimidating in that way people can be sometimes when you wish you were more like them. and yet you were always kind, to him and to others, in a way that made his heart flutter in his chest. it wasn't until he was talking to his friends that he realized exactly what he felt toward you.

and last week, jeonghan was the one who whispered that he thinks you feel the same. "they're... different with you," was what he had said, a hand resting between jun's shoulder blades. "it's hard to describe, but i think it's a little obvious."

and now he's spilled coffee all over the counter and the side of his hand. you're holding his hand by the wrist under cold water in the back of the shop, and he sees the way it runs over the tips of your fingers. he knows soonyoung and wonwoo are out in the storefront, cleaning up his mess. he knows jihoon probably took over the register for you. and he's just a mess underneath your touch, heart racing at you doing basic first aid for him. he can't tell you that it's all because he heard the way soonyoung made you laugh, and today it affected him more than normal.

"you don't have to do this," he says quietly. maybe if you go back out there, he'll calm down and manage to pull through the rest of this shift. it's not the first time he's burned himself while on the job. he's just lucky it wasn't that bad.

"i want to." your fingers grow just a little tighter around his wrist, angling his hand a little better. "does it still hurt?"

he shakes his head. a moment later, he shifts his weight from leg to leg, and leans against the edge of the sink. "thank you."

to his surprise, you just lean over, head resting against him. "of course. i'd do anything for you. i care about you a lot, jun."

and it's a confession, he thinks. it feels more weighted than your usual words. he's heard you say sweet things to the others, but not like this. you're so serious and careful in saying something but not too much. he just wraps his arm around you, letting you stay as close as you want.

"... i'm free for dinner tonight," he says after a moment. "i'll, um, i'll buy. just to say thanks."

you just smile, and stay close. "alright... but we split the bill on future dates, alright?"

and, oh, the way he smiles lights up the room. "alright. then... it's a date."

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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