Under The Sun [jun]

under the sun [jun]

pairing: non-idol!jun x gn!reader

prompt: darl+ing inspired fic.

word count: 14.5k~

warnings: food mentions. skinship. injured reader (shoulder injury) who does not recognize their limits all the time + needs to be needed (writer is very much not a doctor).

daisy’s notes: i’ll be honest gamers i didnt intend for this one to be this long but happy jun day !!! long fic for the sweet lovely silly cat mans <3

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summary: It all starts when you wake up in a field without a name  or any memories to define yourself with. Thirteen men take you in as  one of their own, and slowly you begin to wonder what is going on within  this world… and between you and one of them.      

Jun realized early on in his life here that he needed to worry about some people. And, unfortunately, he realized within those first few days of your arrival that you were one of those people. Most days, he worried about people like Seungcheol or Soonyoung–the kind of people who take a lot of the work onto themselves without saying anything. Sometimes he worried about the quieter members of the group, like Wonwoo or Minghao who tended to keep to themselves at times… but he learned in time that they would speak up when they needed to. He knew he wasn’t the only person who cared about the others this deeply–Seungcheol did, most obviously, and so did Jeonghan who seemed to take on this role of ensuring that everyone felt included and loved. But Jun was acutely aware that with a group this big, bigger now with you, that it could be hard to care for everyone. So he did his part. He checked in on the others, made sure they were eating well (and sometimes it came in the form of subtly pushing his serving of rice to Jihoon, especially when he knew he’d been having a rough day with working on trying to complete a song).

But what about you?

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8:43pm ; wen junhui

pairing: wen junhui x reader

genre: hurt/comfort, established relationship

wc: 800 and then some

warning(s): gender-neutral!reader, rusty writing (my bad), that’s about it really

notes: my first piece of writing here hello :o i hope you enjoy this little drabble in the meantime while i work on a longer full length oneshot

Junhui knew you better than you’d like to admit.

Having met by pure chance during your sophomore year of college, he had refused to leave your side—or life, rather—after breaking down the walls you had built up so high to protect yourself from the uncertainty of the world. 

He had sheltered you from the crumbling rubble and proved, time and time again, that he’d be there for you no matter the circumstances. He’s never done anything to make you believe otherwise and he knows that—he reminds himself of that—but it doesn’t provide much aid when he realizes you have been succumbing to the harsher side of your mind and he only just realized it. A part of him blames himself for not being more aware of the signs and being too caught up on work but he doesn’t dwell on his guilt for long. Not when he met your gaze from the kitchen island as you closed the door behind you and he saw the look of utter defeat on your face and he understood. Neither of you said anything–there was no need–and yet the silence surrounding you was so loud. You wished it was actually noisy, wished you could go unnoticed by everyone and everything but you couldn’t, because through a single glance, you had already told Jun everything. 

Your bag fell to the ground with a thud as you began stepping in his direction only for him to close the distance between you two before you could take another step. He doesn’t even waste a second before pulling you towards him and letting you bury your face into his chest as his arms wrapped around you. It was only then that you finally allowed yourself to fall apart, sobs wrecking through your body as Jun brought a hand up to hold the back of your head. 

“I’ve got you, baby.” He cooed while stroking your hair as his free hand held you closer to his chest. “I’m here now, I’ve got you.” 

He repeated the words softly, contrasting the strong—but comforting—hold he held you in. It was almost as if he was scared that you’d fall apart if he let you go even an inch but when he remembered the look of defeat painted across your face, he held you a bit tighter and closed his eyes as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck. 

The two of you remained like that for a while, him whispering soft reassurances against your skin while you buried your face into his shirt, your hands balled up into fists clutching the sides of it as he held you. By the time you had calmed down, a majority of your body weight was leaning against him and in a softer scenario, he would’ve laughed. But this wasn’t one of those times. Instead, he supported your weight and asked if you’d like to go to bed, when your response in the form of a silent nod came, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and carried you in the direction of the bedroom. Before you even reached the bed however, Jun had taken you to the bathroom where he helped you wash your face—kissing at your cheeks where the salt had turned the skin red and irritated—and helped you change out of your outdoor clothes into one of his larger shirts.

When he finally brought you to bed, he wasted no time in wrapping the blanket around you and making sure you were comfortable, missing the way your brows slightly furrowed when you noticed he wasn’t actually under the covers with you. As he went to leave the bed, your hand had grabbed onto his wrist and was gently tugging him back. He glanced down at the sight and smiled before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, then lips, and saying he’s just going to turn off the lights, squeezing your hand reassuringly before you reluctantly let it go. 

You watch as he first pulls the blinds shut before turning to switch off the light then finally coming back to bed as promised. He’s still adjusting the blanket to cover you both when you suddenly latch onto him, burying your face against his chest as he finally manages to fix the covers and is wrapping his own arms around you.

“I love you.” He says, though it’s mumbled as he presses a kiss on the top of your head. He repeats it again, soft but clearer this time, and he smiles as you nuzzle closer to him. 

A beat passes and suddenly, “Jun?” 

He hums in response, glancing down to see you looking up at him looking a little more relaxed. He bites back a small smile though it is no use when you say those four words back that has his heart fluttering every time he hears it: “I love you too.” 

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[ 11:26pm ]

pairing: wen junhui x reader

genre: hurt/comfort, established relationship

wc: 500 and then some

warning(s): gender-neutral!reader, mentions of a fight, pretty sure that’s all?

notes: i lied here’s another hurt/comfort drabble, i will most likely end up writing another one before i finish this oneshot but i swear i’m trying

When Junhui had offered to sleep on the couch tonight amidst a fight neither of you even knew who started, he had not expected for you to stop him. In his mind, he thought what he was doing was best for you: giving you the time and space to gather your thoughts and feelings so that you both can talk about it in the morning with a clearer mind, but somewhere along the lines he must’ve misjudged. 

“Don’t.” There’s a fragile quality to your voice that Jun picks up on. It shocks him. The sudden switch from your venom laced words only minutes prior to the sudden shakiness of your voice is surprising, but it also brought a sense of comfort because it meant at the very least, you didn’t hate him. Not even after all the harsh words you’ve thrown at each other. 

His back remained facing you for a moment, only turning around when he heard a sigh escape your lips and he turned to see you standing by the bed, eyes casted downwards to the ground to avoid his own.

“Come to bed.” It almost sounds like a plea. Come to bed, tell me that we’re still fine, come back to me, I’m sorry. He hears it.

Going to turn off the lights, he meets you under the covers and hesitates at your back still turned towards him. A beat passes and he decides to test the waters by tentatively draping an arm across your waist and watching your reaction closely. He felt his heart ache when you stiffened at the initial touch—he hopes it was just due to shock—and while you relaxed immediately after, it still didn’t completely ease the feeling. 

Too deep in his thoughts, he doesn’t seem to realize that you’re suddenly in his arms—let alone the fact that you’ve moved closer to him—until you’ve buried your face in his chest and his arms instinctively wrap around your figure, pulling you closer to him before he even realizes. 

Oh. 

He freezes, wondering if he’s somehow overstepped despite the fact that it was you who made the initial move. He’s sure you sense it but silence is the only thing that seems to follow, the two of you scattering to collect your thoughts as you lay in his arms. His heart is beating so fast, and loud. Is it not deafening to you? 

“I’m sorry.” He hears, or rather, feels, you mumble against his chest and Jun can’t help but let out a shaky laugh as relief washes over him. 

He pulls you impossibly tighter to him and he almost expects you to scold him for nearly suffocating you but he doesn’t give you the chance as he presses a kiss into your hair. It lingers for a while, letting all the words and affection he’s unable to say at the moment be spoken through the simple action before finally pulling away.

“I’m sorry too,” He starts, readjusting his arms so that your neck doesn’t get cramped due to the angle. “Let’s talk about it in the morning hm? I’ll get up early and make us breakfast then we can talk.”

A beat passes before you finally respond. “Don’t.” Just stay in bed with me. Talk to me whilst in each other’s arms, don’t let me go.

This time, he understands and nods before pressing another kiss to your head.

you’re painfully aware that all the tossing and turning you’re doing is getting you nowhere. but no matter what position you try, the fact remains — you can’t sleep.

jun, on the other hand, is resting peacefully on the other side of the bed.

so when the clock hits 3:23 in the morning, you give up; all the shifting under the sheets is getting you nowhere, and you really don’t want to wake jun up. so you slide carefully out of the bed and pad to the kitchen, squinting against the bright light.

it’s just as you’ve given up on the kitchen and are making yourself comfortable in the living room that your boyfriend appears in the doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. it takes him all of a few seconds to spot you on the couch and wrap himself around you, mumbling tiredly into your ear. “you left me.”

you lean your head against him. “i’m sorry. did i wake you when i got up?”

jun shakes his head from where he’s nuzzled into your neck. “no. the bed was cold without you.” he tightens his arms around your waist for emphasis, before questioning you sleepily. “what’s wrong? can’t sleep?”

“yeah,” you confess, turning so you can burrow into his chest and feel his heartbeat steady against your cheek. “i just feel… off. don’t know why.”

jun kisses your temple now, smoothing your hair. “that’s okay,” he murmurs. “i’ll hold you.”

“here? on the couch?”

“here. there. wherever you want.” he tucks you closer to him. “just close your eyes, okay?”

and maybe his warmth is all it takes to lull you into sleep. and maybe he really does intend on carrying you back to bed — but maybe he ends up falling asleep too, and maybe the two of you wake up entangled on the sofa the next morning. maybe.

an / entirely self indulgent AGAIN bc guess who can’t sleep!! it’s me!! anxiety is a bitch. love u all goodnight 💗