Ever Since You Stopped Using His Spotify Account In The Mornings, You Find Other Ways To Mess With Your

Ever since you stopped using his Spotify account in the mornings, you find other ways to mess with your boyfriend.

A short continuation of this fic, but can be read as a standalone.

content: fluff, established relationship, idol!Jihoon, banter, reader and jihoon just have a permanent jam session going on, they’re in love i swear

wc: 857

note: ahhh they’re back!! thank you to everyone who read the first part and gave it love😊 this has been rotting my brain for a while and i originally was playing with this concept for the original but couldn’t pull it together but we’re here now! shoutout to @highvern because it was partly inspired by her fic “Between the Titles” which is such a great read that i highly recommend along with literally everything else she writes!! all the songs featured here are real and from an era of kpop I hold near and dear to my heart so if you recognize any of them, you’re a real one 🥰

Jihoon is not a morning person, never has been. As he sits in the dressing room of the filming studio, he can feel his eyelids getting increasingly heavy. Some of his members are actively sleeping, in fact, and Jihoon knows he’ll be joining them soon if Wonwoo takes any longer in that makeup chair.

Blasting in his ears is his usual Bruno Mars playlist, a sad attempt to try to recover his energy before he knocks out next to Mingyu sleeping on a mat on the floor, but to no avail because his mind slowly slips away until a piercing airhorn noise jolts him awake.

SEVENTEEN TEEN TEEN NEOWANA SAI E

Uhh. This was definitely not his Daily Bruno Mars Mix.

He immediately searches his screen to find out what happened when he finds his answer in the form of a text from you.

[8:18 am] good morning sleepyhead :)

[8:18 am] hope I didnt scare you too bad :)

He scrunches his face up in disbelief, half amused that you managed to catch him off guard with possibly the most annoying wake up song on Seventeen’s discography, and half annoyed at the realization that he must’ve forgotten to cancel your Spotify Jam session from yesterday.

He decides to leave your text on read. After all, he has plenty of time to be petty today. Furiously searching through his library, he queues up a song and before Mingyu can finish singing the first chorus, he smashes the next track button in smug anticipation.

Now Playing: Fxxk U • Gain, Bumkey

And he doesn’t have to wait long before he gets your reply.

[8:20 am] oh i see how it is

Now Playing: This is War • MBLAQ

If Jihoon wasn’t awake before, he definitely is now. Even as he gets called in to do his makeup next, he thinks carefully about his next move.

Now Playing: LOSER • BIGBANG

…

Now Playing: WHO, YOU? • G-DRAGON

An audible scoffs escapes from his lips as he involuntarily tilts his head back in amusement, much to the dismay of his makeup artist who had just started on his foundation. He mutters a shy sorry before resuming his search for a reply. Maybe he needs to take a different approach to this if he hopes to continue having Jam sessions with you in the future.

Now Playing: Whatcha Doin’ Today • 4Minute

As Jihoon eventually discovers, his hopes to change the topic of conversation were in vain as two songs were suddenly queued one after another.

Now Playing: Why Don’t You Know • CHUNG HA, Nucksal

Next in Queue: Mind Your Own Business • Ailee

Jihoon thinks he’s met his match, coming to the realization that he could never out sass the love of his life. But he wasn’t willing to back down so easily either.

Now Playing: I’m so sick • Apink

Next in Queue: Because of you • After School

Your next move nearly sends him to tears.

Now Playing: Excuse Me • AOA

Next in Queue: You Don’t Love Me • Spica

Next in Queue: I ain’t going home tonight • Navi, Geeks

Next in Queue: I Don’t Need a Man • miss A

As he chuckles to himself for what seems like the hundredth time this morning, this newfound form of entertainment suddenly becomes incredibly precious. Although you see each other nearly every day, Jihoon realizes just how much he misses you, talking to you about everything and nothing at all, bantering like you’ve known each other for your entire lives.

Now Playing: Am I too easy? • U-KISS

...

Now Playing: Mystery • Beast

Even though he couldn’t be with you physically, he knew you were enjoying yourself just as much as him on the other side. He could almost picture your smile of satisfaction as you found your next song, knowing that he would appreciate your humor. And appreciate he did, happily tapping away at his screen until his makeup artist puts on his finishing touches and tells him to call the next member.

Now Playing: Gotta Go • CHUNG HA

Next in Queue: I’m Busy • 2NE1

Next in Queue: Plz Don’t Be Sad • HIGHLIGHT

…

Now Playing: Okay Dokey • MINO, ZICO

Little does he know that his members are in the corner snickering at the sight, knowing that only one thing could have their producer smiling like an idiot at his phone the whole morning.

Soon enough, Jihoon and his members get swept up into their schedule involving the filming of various contents for their Youtube Channel, a task that usually takes the entire day if a game is involved. Thankfully, the game allowed for members to go home early, a rare treat considering how competitive his members can get when it comes to shooting content.

After his usual rounds of “good work everyone” to the company staff and his members, he gets ready to see the person who been on his mind (and in his ears) since the morning. Taking out his phone, he queues one last song while exiting the building.

Now Playing: Run to you • SEVENTEEN

FOODS FOR WORMS, wen junhui

♡⸝⸝ loving junhui comes to you as easy as breathing. so it's only right that you love him with everything you've got till you're nothing but foods for worms to eat.

.ᐟ fluff. comfort. junhui cries and he should never cry, especially on his birthday. very mild soonyoung slander because he's an alleged furry.

🎧 everywhere, everything - noah kahan, gracie abrams

A/N - This is a love letter to Wen Junhui and nothing less, nothing more. I hope he receives all the love he deserves not only on his birthday, but for the rest of his life <3

The tenth of June was probably one of the most special days for you.

It was circled with a red marker on the calendar on top of your desk, there was a permanent countdown on your phone leading up to the day and it was also the sequence of numbers that acted as the password to all kinds of devices you owned.

Which, now that you think about it, is probably the most predictable thing and also the reason Soonyoung keeps getting access to your wifi from a five-mile radius of your apartment. But even after years and years of using it, you still haven't gotten the heart to change it. Not even when your internet provider, very concerningly, handed you a bill of your rising wifi charges and a list of browsing history you were honestly too scared to look at.

( You should probably ask him about the context of 'Help I accidentally started a cult' and 'Is it illegal to own a pet tiger?' but it's Soonyoung, so you're sort of glad you never did )

( It's still not as bad as 'Am I a furry if I pretend to be a tiger around people?' though, you have to agree )

The moral of the story is surprisingly not the fact that you should change your wifi password from 100696 so your boyfriend's best friend can't easily feed off of the service that you pay for with your money. ( For diabolical reasons that is, by the way )

The actual moral of the story, however: June 10th is a special day.

Junhui likes to call it his birthday. You like to call it his heritage day, his womb escape anniversary and the day that gave the world what would be the best gift of your entire life.

The fascinatingly beautiful being that is Wen Junhui was created nine months prior and was grazed upon this earth on the 10th of June.

Okay, that's a weird way to put it.

It's Junhui's birthday.

And you are anything but normal about it.

As always, the celebrations start on June 1st itself. You wake him up with a celebratory birth-month breakfast consisting of his favorites - pancakes with blueberries for eyes and a whipped cream smile for a mouth. Junhui gets up every year with a shy smile and a 'Sweetheart, you didn't have to do this' knowing damn well you're not going to be stopped from celebrating him at any point.

The two of you usually stay up the day before his actual birthday. Curling up on the couch with a show on the TV, it's tradition for the two of you to just rest and enjoy the silent night.

This time, Junhui saunters up to you just as you're finishing cleaning up the kitchen after dinner on the ninth of June. With a coy smile, he pulls you into the living room before sitting down next to you on the couch, quickly draping all over you and finding his comfort spot tucked into your side.

As some kind of show plays in the background, you pull him impossibly close to you. Between zoning out and focusing on the plot of the show, you press small fluttering kisses to the crown of his head. Junhui preens and leans into you like a cat, chasing the press of your lips with a tilt of his head. When you pull away at some point, he turns to you with the smallest pout on his lips.

The two of you spend the majority of the night like that, basking in each other's warmth and counting the minutes leading up to the second the clock strikes midnight.

And when it finally does and your phone chimes with a buzzing alarm to announce that yes, the day that you've been counting down is finally here, you turn to him.

Junhui knows the drill so he easily goes when you shift him to face you. There's a hint of a smile pulling at his lips because he knows what's coming.

The clock reads, ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

"It's your womb escape anniversary" Your voice is nothing above a whisper because the two of you are that close already.

"You're never going to stop calling it that, are you?" He sighs but he's clearly trying to hide a grin as he does.

"Never" You shake your head before you bring up a hand to gently cradle his face.

You let yourself stare shamelessly at the face of the man you've loved for what feels like an eternity.

"Happy Birthday, my love" You let the back of your fingers caress the soft skin of his cheeks. "Thank you for letting me share all your days"

Junhui smiles before he brings up a hand to wrap around your wrist. He tilts his head to press his lips to your palm before he holds it close and peers into you with his eyes that you fall in love with every day.

"Thank you"

When you lean in to kiss him, it's all slow and languid, much like the love the two of you share. There's nothing urgent about it, just a continuous press of fluttering lips like you're breathing each other into your lungs. You hold him by the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the fabric of his t-shirt as he presses his lips to yours in a final kiss.

"I love you"

"I love you more", comes out easier than breathing.

On the day of his birthday, usually, the two of you would get an off day to spend the day by yourselves doing whatever Junhui's heart desired.

The year before last, he wanted to go to the Ghibli Studio Museum. The trip, no matter how impromptu or unplanned it was, had been one of the best trips you've ever been. More than the shops, the rides or seeing all the characters from your favorite movies, what made you happy was the sight of Junhui running around the place with twinkling eyes, a beaming smile on his lips and a stuffed Totoro tucked under his arm.

Last year, he very cheekily asked if he could go to one of those build-a-bear showrooms and you were getting in the car as fast as you could, driving to the place at god's speed with Junhui beaming happily in the passenger seat. Totoro from Tokyo gained two new brothers that day - a rainbow bear Jun had named 'Sir Bear the II' and a brown bear you very confidently decided to call not Dirt but 'Durt'

This year, everything was usual from the birth-month breakfast in bed to the mandatory birthday shenanigans Junhui decided to be a part of. But when you'd asked him what kind of adventure he'd like to take on the day itself, Junhui had very carefully sat you down on the edge of the bed with his hands lacing yours.

"Will you believe me if I said I just want to spend the time with you?"

You swear your brain short-circuited for a moment before you managed to kick-start back into reality, asking him what he's trying to say. He had been so sweet as he explained how exhausted he was after all the work he'd been buried under recently. Moving back and forth through countries, doing an ungodly amount of work and on the edge of a teetering peak of his career, he cast his eyes down as he asked you,

"I want to stay home this time, spend the day with you. Just us two, is that okay?"

Not that you were going to, but how can you ever say no to a man ( a child in disguise ) with big brown eyes and a pout that can make you kill for him.

"Of course it's okay. It's your day angel, we're celebrating you. We can stay at home, of course." You had assured him "But there must be something fun that you want to do, no? You can't spend your birthday stuck at home with me all day. That'll get boring, Junnie"

"Never"

So that is what led you to this situation - slipping out of bed at six in the morning to quietly make your way into the living room.

In hopes of not disturbing Junhui who's still curled up on his side, soft hair falling to his face as he sleeps, you grab your clothes and make your way to the guest washroom to get ready for the day.

Once you're done with your shower, you pad into the kitchen to start breakfast. The pancake mix had been sitting in the fridge already so you turn on the stove before pulling out a batch of berries you'd picked up from the market yesterday. And as quietly and fast as you could, you get the signature pancakes with blueberry eyes and whipped cream smiles done before he wakes up.

It's almost seven when you're cleaning up the kitchen, the plate of breakfast sitting on the counter next to a large gift bag and a pink envelope addressed to my moon.

My moon,

Hi, my angel. By the time you find this, I'd probably be out of the house. If not I'm probably hiding behind the couch but don't look for me there. I know you don't like waking up to an empty house but I promise love, I'm just out to get you some flowers. That's an excuse for you know I can't stand the sight of you even slightly sad and that's why I ran.

But I'll be back with your flowers before you even realize I'm gone, okay? Don't worry too much pretty boy.

You know that I'm not good with words, Jun, that's why I'm writing a letter in the first place. If only I had the guts to say all this to your face. Because you deserve nothing else, baby, nothing else. But I'm a coward when it comes to voicing out my love to you so here I am in the kitchen at three in the morning, two glasses of wine deep because I'm scared I'll mess this up if I'm sober or if it's not dark outside.

So, it's your birthday today - and no matter how many times you ask me to be normal about it and not call it your womb escape anniversary and make a whole scene - you know I'm going to

When else am I going to celebrate you, my Jun?

You know that if I could, I would, everyday for the rest of my life. Because you deserve nothing less than that.

Sometimes you say that you don't deserve me, or that I'm too good for you. And it makes me so sad because, Jun, what you don't realize is how lucky I am to have you in my life. If anything, I'm not good enough for you.

When I met you years ago, you still in your bleached hair, I never thought for a moment that you'd be the person I'd want to spend the rest of my life with. Not because I never saw you as someone I'd want to share my life with, but rather because how? How in the world can I call you, the kindest, the prettiest and the most beautiful soul I've ever met, mine.

Every single day that I wake up to you lying next to me, I thank the moon for bringing you to me. I don't know what good I'd done in my past life to have this kind of love, have you in my life.

I hadn't realised something was missing from my life till you showed up in front of me, Jun. With your silly little smile and your pretty face and the bounce in your step, you slowly opened the door to a world I had never even known to exist before. I hadn't realised what it meant to love until you came along angel.

I thought I'd been in love, before, you know? I thought love was fancy dinners in restaurants I couldn't afford for a night. I thought love was kisses that you share for the whole world to see. I thought it was going our my way to make myself better for someone else.

But, no.

You're the one who showed me that love is the 'good morning' you mumble around a toothbrush, the leftovers you put in the microwave for me, the sticky notes on the fridge, sending pictures of the sky even if it looks ordinary, the hair tie you keep around your wrist. Love is the way you follow me around the house, the way I cling to you when I come home. Love is putting a blanket on me when I fall asleep on the couch. Love is raising little pixel babies and running a shop in cats & soup.

I think loving you is the easiest thing I have ever done, Junhui. It comes to me as natural as breathing. I didn't need a handler or a guidebook to learn how to love you - actually, I don't think I learned at all. Loving you was so easy that I didn't even realize I did. I didn't realize how much I loved you until I thought about losing you.

You asked me once what my biggest fear was and I said heights because I'm a coward like that. But in truth, a life without you is my biggest fear, I think. Now that I have you, now that I've gotten a taste of what being loved by you feels like, I don't think I'll ever want to let you go. I'm scared I'll never want to let you go. I hope you never want to let me go either, my love. I don't think I'll ever be okay with that.

People like you and me, we don't let ourselves have nice things, Jun. We think it's a burden to be loved, to love. We think it's too much to want to be held and cared for. We think we don't deserve to be loved. But we do. We can have that, my love. You, me, we all deserved to be loved gently. We all deserve the impromptu flowers and the good night message and the 'I love you's. It's hard to not listen to the tiny voice in the back of your head saying you don't deserve this, but you do, Junhui. You deserve to be loved for your soul if not much more.

As much as you don't believe me when I say you're the best thing that happened to me, deep down we both know that each other is what keeps us grounded, we both know. You keep me afloat, Junhui. When I feel like a ship wrecked in the middle of the ocean, you're the one who keeps me afloat and guides me to the shore. You might not know it or not believe it, but without you, I'd be falling apart.

Without me, I believe you would be okay. Manage. But ultimately, I wouldn't be okay without you.

So, as selfish as it sounds, I'm going to let myself have this one thing for the rest of my life. I'm going to keep you next to my heart and love you for as long as you let me have you.

Selfishly, I can only ask you to do the same. Love me as long as you can, keep me in your heart for as long as you can, my moon.

Happy Birthday, angel. I love you for an eternity.

From earth, to the moon, underwater, on shore, with every star in the galaxy, I will love you with everything I have till we're foods for the worms to eat.

Yours forever.

You knew it was going to make him cry, you knew. That's one of the main reasons you left the house with an excuse to get flowers. You could have gotten the goddamn flowers delivered to your doorstep. Hell, you could have even done it yesterday. But if there was anything you hated, it was seeing Junhui cry. So running away with a flimsy excuse seemed like the best thing to do at the time.

Junhui knew it too - how much it pained you to see him cry. He also knew that it had taken a lot out of you to write that letter. You've never been comfortable with professing your feelings into words and voicing them upright. You showed your love through random gifts thrown his way with a shy 'saw this and thought about you' or occasional 'did you eat?' messages throughout the day that translated into a quiet I love you.

Your love was quiet, but it was strong.

It seeps from you and circles around his whole being, holding him tight until he's grounded to the very earth he stands on. It kept him whole, kept him together.

So this, writing down everything on your mind, two drinks in or not, he knows it must have taken a lot out of you. And the mere thought of you sitting in the kitchen with your head in your hands, trying to turn your feelings into words, destroyed him.

He knows he should have stopped crying when he hears the familiar sound of the front door opening. You're back. You're back and god, he needs to get himself together.

"Jun?"

You call out and he can hear the hesitance in your voice. You know he's read the letter and it breaks him to realize that you're probably nervous to face him after such a vulnerable pour of emotions. He wishes he could stop crying but it's so so hard when the words on the paper made him feel like he got stabbed in the heart. And the way some words were blotched in a way only tears could do, twister the knife in the wound even more.

So, here he is now, bleeding on the kitchen counter because he feels loved more than he has ever felt in his entire life of twenty-eight years.

"Jun"

You stand in front of him, lingering in the kitchen door as your face falls at the sight of him. He guesses he doesn't look his best right now. He's bracing himself up against the counter, trying not to fall even more apart as his fingers grip the letter. Valid.

He can't even answer you, let alone acknowledge you. He's still trying to stop his crying and failing miserably right in front of you.

Junhui watches as you carefully approach him with the bouquet you had brought home for him. It's a mix of daisies and baby's breath wrapped in a see-through paper and Junhui thinks it's so pretty. If he wasn't so preoccupied with his sobbing, he would have bounced up to you and accepted it with a big smile and a kiss on your cheek.

"You're crying" Junhui almost laughs as you blindly state the obvious. Your eyes are wide as you reach him, the bouquet still in your clutch. "Why are you crying"

"You're the one who made me cry" He says through his tears, tone accusatory. "This letter- what you wrote, yn it's- It's so...I don't even know- god"

With the force he throws himself at you, he's surprised you manage to stay upright. Junhui curls around your body, arms winding around your frame as he pushes his face to your neck. You can feel the way your skin dampens with his tears.

Carefully putting down the bouquet on the counter, you circle your arms around his shoulders and pull him into your embrace a little tighter.

"I didn't want to cry on my birthday" Junhui whispers, lips fluttering against your skin.

I'm sorry. "I'm not sorry, Jun"

You feel him still in your hold for a fleeting moment before he pulls back to look at your face.

"I'd wanted to say all that for a long time, Jun" You say as you bring a hand up to cradle his face. As always, he leans into it like a preening cat. "I'm sorry for making you cry. But I'm not sorry for anything I said"

Junhui lurches forward to hide his face again, another one of those heartbreaking sobs on the tip of his tongue. You hold him tighter, if it's even possible, as he breaks down on you. One hand rubbing comforting circles on his back, moving the both of you back and forth in a rhythm, you hold him until he's calmed down enough to breathe through his nose. When he pulls away this time, his face is crumpled in a kind of embarrassment and shyness.

"Oh, my baby" You can't help but coo at the sight of his flushed nose and damp eyes. "You're a wreck"

"Your fault" Junhui grumbles before bringing up a hand to wipe at his eyes. You chuckle as you cradle his face and wipe away the tears clinging to his cheek.

"Happy Birthday" You almost whisper, holding his face in the palms of your hand. "You look beautiful"

Junhui averts his eyes from yours, the shyness slithering up his spine at a rapid speed. He doesn't voice out his thank you but it shows in the way the tips of his ears turn red under wisps of soft brown hair.

"Oh- the flowers" You quickly move to pick up the bouquet from the counter. With a coy smile of your own, you hand it to Junhui who takes it with a smile and a soft,

"Thank you. They're so pretty"

Junhui is taller than you, so to land the kiss perfectly square on his forehead, you have to reach up on your tiptoes. Junhui laughs and ducks down when he realizes what you're trying to do. Lifting to hold him by the neck, you press your lips against his forehead.

Junhui only pulls you back in after putting away the bouquet. He takes you by the waist before leaning down to catch your lips with his, pressing forward and dripping honey sweet pure love onto you with a sealed kiss. Your hands cradle the back of his neck as he leans forward, tipping you ever so slightly backwards as his love bleeds through every press of his lips against yours.

Even when he pulls away to breathe, he keeps his forehead pressed to yours, holding you as close as he possibly could.

"I love you so much" You whisper. "I think I made that clear in the letter"

Junhui laughs before pulling you into a hug again. A proper one this time with your face pressed to his shoulder and his lips pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

Your fingers unconsciously grip the back of his shirt tightly like you're scared he'll disappear into the day before you. It makes him think back to what you're written on the letter. About how your biggest fear is a life without him. How you won't be able to live if you didn't have him.

And it makes Junhui come to a realisation of his own. Ultimately, he wouldn't be okay without you either.

Thinking back to how you had claimed you're going to keep holding on to him as long as you can, as selfish as it may sound, Junhui realises that yeah, this is what love means to him. This is the sole reason he's been standing for so long.

Even though there's still a voice in the back of his head screaming that he doesn't deserve this kind of love, he decides that yes, he's going to let himself have this. The pure need to selfishly love you for the rest of your lives overpowers whatever voice screaming at him anyway.

From earth, to the moon, underwater, on shore, with every star in the galaxy, he's going to hold on to this for as long as he can bear. Because there's nothing more he wants than to love you with everything he's got. All until you're food for the worms to eat.

Junhui, true to your words, very selfishly hopes that you keep his hands in yours and your heart in his until your fingers decompose.

For you're his forever as well.

FOODS FOR WORMS, wen junhui

♡⸝⸝ loving junhui comes to you as easy as breathing. so it's only right that you love him with everything you've got till you're nothing but foods for worms to eat.

.ᐟ fluff. comfort. junhui cries and he should never cry, especially on his birthday. very mild soonyoung slander because he's an alleged furry.

🎧 everywhere, everything - noah kahan, gracie abrams

A/N - This is a love letter to Wen Junhui and nothing less, nothing more. I hope he receives all the love he deserves not only on his birthday, but for the rest of his life <3

The tenth of June was probably one of the most special days for you.

It was circled with a red marker on the calendar on top of your desk, there was a permanent countdown on your phone leading up to the day and it was also the sequence of numbers that acted as the password to all kinds of devices you owned.

Which, now that you think about it, is probably the most predictable thing and also the reason Soonyoung keeps getting access to your wifi from a five-mile radius of your apartment. But even after years and years of using it, you still haven't gotten the heart to change it. Not even when your internet provider, very concerningly, handed you a bill of your rising wifi charges and a list of browsing history you were honestly too scared to look at.

( You should probably ask him about the context of 'Help I accidentally started a cult' and 'Is it illegal to own a pet tiger?' but it's Soonyoung, so you're sort of glad you never did )

( It's still not as bad as 'Am I a furry if I pretend to be a tiger around people?' though, you have to agree )

The moral of the story is surprisingly not the fact that you should change your wifi password from 100696 so your boyfriend's best friend can't easily feed off of the service that you pay for with your money. ( For diabolical reasons that is, by the way )

The actual moral of the story, however: June 10th is a special day.

Junhui likes to call it his birthday. You like to call it his heritage day, his womb escape anniversary and the day that gave the world what would be the best gift of your entire life.

The fascinatingly beautiful being that is Wen Junhui was created nine months prior and was grazed upon this earth on the 10th of June.

Okay, that's a weird way to put it.

It's Junhui's birthday.

And you are anything but normal about it.

As always, the celebrations start on June 1st itself. You wake him up with a celebratory birth-month breakfast consisting of his favorites - pancakes with blueberries for eyes and a whipped cream smile for a mouth. Junhui gets up every year with a shy smile and a 'Sweetheart, you didn't have to do this' knowing damn well you're not going to be stopped from celebrating him at any point.

The two of you usually stay up the day before his actual birthday. Curling up on the couch with a show on the TV, it's tradition for the two of you to just rest and enjoy the silent night.

This time, Junhui saunters up to you just as you're finishing cleaning up the kitchen after dinner on the ninth of June. With a coy smile, he pulls you into the living room before sitting down next to you on the couch, quickly draping all over you and finding his comfort spot tucked into your side.

As some kind of show plays in the background, you pull him impossibly close to you. Between zoning out and focusing on the plot of the show, you press small fluttering kisses to the crown of his head. Junhui preens and leans into you like a cat, chasing the press of your lips with a tilt of his head. When you pull away at some point, he turns to you with the smallest pout on his lips.

The two of you spend the majority of the night like that, basking in each other's warmth and counting the minutes leading up to the second the clock strikes midnight.

And when it finally does and your phone chimes with a buzzing alarm to announce that yes, the day that you've been counting down is finally here, you turn to him.

Junhui knows the drill so he easily goes when you shift him to face you. There's a hint of a smile pulling at his lips because he knows what's coming.

The clock reads, ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

"It's your womb escape anniversary" Your voice is nothing above a whisper because the two of you are that close already.

"You're never going to stop calling it that, are you?" He sighs but he's clearly trying to hide a grin as he does.

"Never" You shake your head before you bring up a hand to gently cradle his face.

You let yourself stare shamelessly at the face of the man you've loved for what feels like an eternity.

"Happy Birthday, my love" You let the back of your fingers caress the soft skin of his cheeks. "Thank you for letting me share all your days"

Junhui smiles before he brings up a hand to wrap around your wrist. He tilts his head to press his lips to your palm before he holds it close and peers into you with his eyes that you fall in love with every day.

"Thank you"

When you lean in to kiss him, it's all slow and languid, much like the love the two of you share. There's nothing urgent about it, just a continuous press of fluttering lips like you're breathing each other into your lungs. You hold him by the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the fabric of his t-shirt as he presses his lips to yours in a final kiss.

"I love you"

"I love you more", comes out easier than breathing.

On the day of his birthday, usually, the two of you would get an off day to spend the day by yourselves doing whatever Junhui's heart desired.

The year before last, he wanted to go to the Ghibli Studio Museum. The trip, no matter how impromptu or unplanned it was, had been one of the best trips you've ever been. More than the shops, the rides or seeing all the characters from your favorite movies, what made you happy was the sight of Junhui running around the place with twinkling eyes, a beaming smile on his lips and a stuffed Totoro tucked under his arm.

Last year, he very cheekily asked if he could go to one of those build-a-bear showrooms and you were getting in the car as fast as you could, driving to the place at god's speed with Junhui beaming happily in the passenger seat. Totoro from Tokyo gained two new brothers that day - a rainbow bear Jun had named 'Sir Bear the II' and a brown bear you very confidently decided to call not Dirt but 'Durt'

This year, everything was usual from the birth-month breakfast in bed to the mandatory birthday shenanigans Junhui decided to be a part of. But when you'd asked him what kind of adventure he'd like to take on the day itself, Junhui had very carefully sat you down on the edge of the bed with his hands lacing yours.

"Will you believe me if I said I just want to spend the time with you?"

You swear your brain short-circuited for a moment before you managed to kick-start back into reality, asking him what he's trying to say. He had been so sweet as he explained how exhausted he was after all the work he'd been buried under recently. Moving back and forth through countries, doing an ungodly amount of work and on the edge of a teetering peak of his career, he cast his eyes down as he asked you,

"I want to stay home this time, spend the day with you. Just us two, is that okay?"

Not that you were going to, but how can you ever say no to a man ( a child in disguise ) with big brown eyes and a pout that can make you kill for him.

"Of course it's okay. It's your day angel, we're celebrating you. We can stay at home, of course." You had assured him "But there must be something fun that you want to do, no? You can't spend your birthday stuck at home with me all day. That'll get boring, Junnie"

"Never"

So that is what led you to this situation - slipping out of bed at six in the morning to quietly make your way into the living room.

In hopes of not disturbing Junhui who's still curled up on his side, soft hair falling to his face as he sleeps, you grab your clothes and make your way to the guest washroom to get ready for the day.

Once you're done with your shower, you pad into the kitchen to start breakfast. The pancake mix had been sitting in the fridge already so you turn on the stove before pulling out a batch of berries you'd picked up from the market yesterday. And as quietly and fast as you could, you get the signature pancakes with blueberry eyes and whipped cream smiles done before he wakes up.

It's almost seven when you're cleaning up the kitchen, the plate of breakfast sitting on the counter next to a large gift bag and a pink envelope addressed to my moon.

My moon,

Hi, my angel. By the time you find this, I'd probably be out of the house. If not I'm probably hiding behind the couch but don't look for me there. I know you don't like waking up to an empty house but I promise love, I'm just out to get you some flowers. That's an excuse for you know I can't stand the sight of you even slightly sad and that's why I ran.

But I'll be back with your flowers before you even realize I'm gone, okay? Don't worry too much pretty boy.

You know that I'm not good with words, Jun, that's why I'm writing a letter in the first place. If only I had the guts to say all this to your face. Because you deserve nothing else, baby, nothing else. But I'm a coward when it comes to voicing out my love to you so here I am in the kitchen at three in the morning, two glasses of wine deep because I'm scared I'll mess this up if I'm sober or if it's not dark outside.

So, it's your birthday today - and no matter how many times you ask me to be normal about it and not call it your womb escape anniversary and make a whole scene - you know I'm going to

When else am I going to celebrate you, my Jun?

You know that if I could, I would, everyday for the rest of my life. Because you deserve nothing less than that.

Sometimes you say that you don't deserve me, or that I'm too good for you. And it makes me so sad because, Jun, what you don't realize is how lucky I am to have you in my life. If anything, I'm not good enough for you.

When I met you years ago, you still in your bleached hair, I never thought for a moment that you'd be the person I'd want to spend the rest of my life with. Not because I never saw you as someone I'd want to share my life with, but rather because how? How in the world can I call you, the kindest, the prettiest and the most beautiful soul I've ever met, mine.

Every single day that I wake up to you lying next to me, I thank the moon for bringing you to me. I don't know what good I'd done in my past life to have this kind of love, have you in my life.

I hadn't realised something was missing from my life till you showed up in front of me, Jun. With your silly little smile and your pretty face and the bounce in your step, you slowly opened the door to a world I had never even known to exist before. I hadn't realised what it meant to love until you came along angel.

I thought I'd been in love, before, you know? I thought love was fancy dinners in restaurants I couldn't afford for a night. I thought love was kisses that you share for the whole world to see. I thought it was going our my way to make myself better for someone else.

But, no.

You're the one who showed me that love is the 'good morning' you mumble around a toothbrush, the leftovers you put in the microwave for me, the sticky notes on the fridge, sending pictures of the sky even if it looks ordinary, the hair tie you keep around your wrist. Love is the way you follow me around the house, the way I cling to you when I come home. Love is putting a blanket on me when I fall asleep on the couch. Love is raising little pixel babies and running a shop in cats & soup.

I think loving you is the easiest thing I have ever done, Junhui. It comes to me as natural as breathing. I didn't need a handler or a guidebook to learn how to love you - actually, I don't think I learned at all. Loving you was so easy that I didn't even realize I did. I didn't realize how much I loved you until I thought about losing you.

You asked me once what my biggest fear was and I said heights because I'm a coward like that. But in truth, a life without you is my biggest fear, I think. Now that I have you, now that I've gotten a taste of what being loved by you feels like, I don't think I'll ever want to let you go. I'm scared I'll never want to let you go. I hope you never want to let me go either, my love. I don't think I'll ever be okay with that.

People like you and me, we don't let ourselves have nice things, Jun. We think it's a burden to be loved, to love. We think it's too much to want to be held and cared for. We think we don't deserve to be loved. But we do. We can have that, my love. You, me, we all deserved to be loved gently. We all deserve the impromptu flowers and the good night message and the 'I love you's. It's hard to not listen to the tiny voice in the back of your head saying you don't deserve this, but you do, Junhui. You deserve to be loved for your soul if not much more.

As much as you don't believe me when I say you're the best thing that happened to me, deep down we both know that each other is what keeps us grounded, we both know. You keep me afloat, Junhui. When I feel like a ship wrecked in the middle of the ocean, you're the one who keeps me afloat and guides me to the shore. You might not know it or not believe it, but without you, I'd be falling apart.

Without me, I believe you would be okay. Manage. But ultimately, I wouldn't be okay without you.

So, as selfish as it sounds, I'm going to let myself have this one thing for the rest of my life. I'm going to keep you next to my heart and love you for as long as you let me have you.

Selfishly, I can only ask you to do the same. Love me as long as you can, keep me in your heart for as long as you can, my moon.

Happy Birthday, angel. I love you for an eternity.

From earth, to the moon, underwater, on shore, with every star in the galaxy, I will love you with everything I have till we're foods for the worms to eat.

Yours forever.

You knew it was going to make him cry, you knew. That's one of the main reasons you left the house with an excuse to get flowers. You could have gotten the goddamn flowers delivered to your doorstep. Hell, you could have even done it yesterday. But if there was anything you hated, it was seeing Junhui cry. So running away with a flimsy excuse seemed like the best thing to do at the time.

Junhui knew it too - how much it pained you to see him cry. He also knew that it had taken a lot out of you to write that letter. You've never been comfortable with professing your feelings into words and voicing them upright. You showed your love through random gifts thrown his way with a shy 'saw this and thought about you' or occasional 'did you eat?' messages throughout the day that translated into a quiet I love you.

Your love was quiet, but it was strong.

It seeps from you and circles around his whole being, holding him tight until he's grounded to the very earth he stands on. It kept him whole, kept him together.

So this, writing down everything on your mind, two drinks in or not, he knows it must have taken a lot out of you. And the mere thought of you sitting in the kitchen with your head in your hands, trying to turn your feelings into words, destroyed him.

He knows he should have stopped crying when he hears the familiar sound of the front door opening. You're back. You're back and god, he needs to get himself together.

"Jun?"

You call out and he can hear the hesitance in your voice. You know he's read the letter and it breaks him to realize that you're probably nervous to face him after such a vulnerable pour of emotions. He wishes he could stop crying but it's so so hard when the words on the paper made him feel like he got stabbed in the heart. And the way some words were blotched in a way only tears could do, twister the knife in the wound even more.

So, here he is now, bleeding on the kitchen counter because he feels loved more than he has ever felt in his entire life of twenty-eight years.

"Jun"

You stand in front of him, lingering in the kitchen door as your face falls at the sight of him. He guesses he doesn't look his best right now. He's bracing himself up against the counter, trying not to fall even more apart as his fingers grip the letter. Valid.

He can't even answer you, let alone acknowledge you. He's still trying to stop his crying and failing miserably right in front of you.

Junhui watches as you carefully approach him with the bouquet you had brought home for him. It's a mix of daisies and baby's breath wrapped in a see-through paper and Junhui thinks it's so pretty. If he wasn't so preoccupied with his sobbing, he would have bounced up to you and accepted it with a big smile and a kiss on your cheek.

"You're crying" Junhui almost laughs as you blindly state the obvious. Your eyes are wide as you reach him, the bouquet still in your clutch. "Why are you crying"

"You're the one who made me cry" He says through his tears, tone accusatory. "This letter- what you wrote, yn it's- It's so...I don't even know- god"

With the force he throws himself at you, he's surprised you manage to stay upright. Junhui curls around your body, arms winding around your frame as he pushes his face to your neck. You can feel the way your skin dampens with his tears.

Carefully putting down the bouquet on the counter, you circle your arms around his shoulders and pull him into your embrace a little tighter.

"I didn't want to cry on my birthday" Junhui whispers, lips fluttering against your skin.

I'm sorry. "I'm not sorry, Jun"

You feel him still in your hold for a fleeting moment before he pulls back to look at your face.

"I'd wanted to say all that for a long time, Jun" You say as you bring a hand up to cradle his face. As always, he leans into it like a preening cat. "I'm sorry for making you cry. But I'm not sorry for anything I said"

Junhui lurches forward to hide his face again, another one of those heartbreaking sobs on the tip of his tongue. You hold him tighter, if it's even possible, as he breaks down on you. One hand rubbing comforting circles on his back, moving the both of you back and forth in a rhythm, you hold him until he's calmed down enough to breathe through his nose. When he pulls away this time, his face is crumpled in a kind of embarrassment and shyness.

"Oh, my baby" You can't help but coo at the sight of his flushed nose and damp eyes. "You're a wreck"

"Your fault" Junhui grumbles before bringing up a hand to wipe at his eyes. You chuckle as you cradle his face and wipe away the tears clinging to his cheek.

"Happy Birthday" You almost whisper, holding his face in the palms of your hand. "You look beautiful"

Junhui averts his eyes from yours, the shyness slithering up his spine at a rapid speed. He doesn't voice out his thank you but it shows in the way the tips of his ears turn red under wisps of soft brown hair.

"Oh- the flowers" You quickly move to pick up the bouquet from the counter. With a coy smile of your own, you hand it to Junhui who takes it with a smile and a soft,

"Thank you. They're so pretty"

Junhui is taller than you, so to land the kiss perfectly square on his forehead, you have to reach up on your tiptoes. Junhui laughs and ducks down when he realizes what you're trying to do. Lifting to hold him by the neck, you press your lips against his forehead.

Junhui only pulls you back in after putting away the bouquet. He takes you by the waist before leaning down to catch your lips with his, pressing forward and dripping honey sweet pure love onto you with a sealed kiss. Your hands cradle the back of his neck as he leans forward, tipping you ever so slightly backwards as his love bleeds through every press of his lips against yours.

Even when he pulls away to breathe, he keeps his forehead pressed to yours, holding you as close as he possibly could.

"I love you so much" You whisper. "I think I made that clear in the letter"

Junhui laughs before pulling you into a hug again. A proper one this time with your face pressed to his shoulder and his lips pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

Your fingers unconsciously grip the back of his shirt tightly like you're scared he'll disappear into the day before you. It makes him think back to what you're written on the letter. About how your biggest fear is a life without him. How you won't be able to live if you didn't have him.

And it makes Junhui come to a realisation of his own. Ultimately, he wouldn't be okay without you either.

Thinking back to how you had claimed you're going to keep holding on to him as long as you can, as selfish as it may sound, Junhui realises that yeah, this is what love means to him. This is the sole reason he's been standing for so long.

Even though there's still a voice in the back of his head screaming that he doesn't deserve this kind of love, he decides that yes, he's going to let himself have this. The pure need to selfishly love you for the rest of your lives overpowers whatever voice screaming at him anyway.

From earth, to the moon, underwater, on shore, with every star in the galaxy, he's going to hold on to this for as long as he can bear. Because there's nothing more he wants than to love you with everything he's got. All until you're food for the worms to eat.

Junhui, true to your words, very selfishly hopes that you keep his hands in yours and your heart in his until your fingers decompose.

For you're his forever as well.

FOODS FOR WORMS, wen junhui

♡⸝⸝ loving junhui comes to you as easy as breathing. so it's only right that you love him with everything you've got till you're nothing but foods for worms to eat.

.ᐟ fluff. comfort. junhui cries and he should never cry, especially on his birthday. very mild soonyoung slander because he's an alleged furry.

🎧 everywhere, everything - noah kahan, gracie abrams

A/N - This is a love letter to Wen Junhui and nothing less, nothing more. I hope he receives all the love he deserves not only on his birthday, but for the rest of his life <3

The tenth of June was probably one of the most special days for you.

It was circled with a red marker on the calendar on top of your desk, there was a permanent countdown on your phone leading up to the day and it was also the sequence of numbers that acted as the password to all kinds of devices you owned.

Which, now that you think about it, is probably the most predictable thing and also the reason Soonyoung keeps getting access to your wifi from a five-mile radius of your apartment. But even after years and years of using it, you still haven't gotten the heart to change it. Not even when your internet provider, very concerningly, handed you a bill of your rising wifi charges and a list of browsing history you were honestly too scared to look at.

( You should probably ask him about the context of 'Help I accidentally started a cult' and 'Is it illegal to own a pet tiger?' but it's Soonyoung, so you're sort of glad you never did )

( It's still not as bad as 'Am I a furry if I pretend to be a tiger around people?' though, you have to agree )

The moral of the story is surprisingly not the fact that you should change your wifi password from 100696 so your boyfriend's best friend can't easily feed off of the service that you pay for with your money. ( For diabolical reasons that is, by the way )

The actual moral of the story, however: June 10th is a special day.

Junhui likes to call it his birthday. You like to call it his heritage day, his womb escape anniversary and the day that gave the world what would be the best gift of your entire life.

The fascinatingly beautiful being that is Wen Junhui was created nine months prior and was grazed upon this earth on the 10th of June.

Okay, that's a weird way to put it.

It's Junhui's birthday.

And you are anything but normal about it.

As always, the celebrations start on June 1st itself. You wake him up with a celebratory birth-month breakfast consisting of his favorites - pancakes with blueberries for eyes and a whipped cream smile for a mouth. Junhui gets up every year with a shy smile and a 'Sweetheart, you didn't have to do this' knowing damn well you're not going to be stopped from celebrating him at any point.

The two of you usually stay up the day before his actual birthday. Curling up on the couch with a show on the TV, it's tradition for the two of you to just rest and enjoy the silent night.

This time, Junhui saunters up to you just as you're finishing cleaning up the kitchen after dinner on the ninth of June. With a coy smile, he pulls you into the living room before sitting down next to you on the couch, quickly draping all over you and finding his comfort spot tucked into your side.

As some kind of show plays in the background, you pull him impossibly close to you. Between zoning out and focusing on the plot of the show, you press small fluttering kisses to the crown of his head. Junhui preens and leans into you like a cat, chasing the press of your lips with a tilt of his head. When you pull away at some point, he turns to you with the smallest pout on his lips.

The two of you spend the majority of the night like that, basking in each other's warmth and counting the minutes leading up to the second the clock strikes midnight.

And when it finally does and your phone chimes with a buzzing alarm to announce that yes, the day that you've been counting down is finally here, you turn to him.

Junhui knows the drill so he easily goes when you shift him to face you. There's a hint of a smile pulling at his lips because he knows what's coming.

The clock reads, ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

"It's your womb escape anniversary" Your voice is nothing above a whisper because the two of you are that close already.

"You're never going to stop calling it that, are you?" He sighs but he's clearly trying to hide a grin as he does.

"Never" You shake your head before you bring up a hand to gently cradle his face.

You let yourself stare shamelessly at the face of the man you've loved for what feels like an eternity.

"Happy Birthday, my love" You let the back of your fingers caress the soft skin of his cheeks. "Thank you for letting me share all your days"

Junhui smiles before he brings up a hand to wrap around your wrist. He tilts his head to press his lips to your palm before he holds it close and peers into you with his eyes that you fall in love with every day.

"Thank you"

When you lean in to kiss him, it's all slow and languid, much like the love the two of you share. There's nothing urgent about it, just a continuous press of fluttering lips like you're breathing each other into your lungs. You hold him by the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the fabric of his t-shirt as he presses his lips to yours in a final kiss.

"I love you"

"I love you more", comes out easier than breathing.

On the day of his birthday, usually, the two of you would get an off day to spend the day by yourselves doing whatever Junhui's heart desired.

The year before last, he wanted to go to the Ghibli Studio Museum. The trip, no matter how impromptu or unplanned it was, had been one of the best trips you've ever been. More than the shops, the rides or seeing all the characters from your favorite movies, what made you happy was the sight of Junhui running around the place with twinkling eyes, a beaming smile on his lips and a stuffed Totoro tucked under his arm.

Last year, he very cheekily asked if he could go to one of those build-a-bear showrooms and you were getting in the car as fast as you could, driving to the place at god's speed with Junhui beaming happily in the passenger seat. Totoro from Tokyo gained two new brothers that day - a rainbow bear Jun had named 'Sir Bear the II' and a brown bear you very confidently decided to call not Dirt but 'Durt'

This year, everything was usual from the birth-month breakfast in bed to the mandatory birthday shenanigans Junhui decided to be a part of. But when you'd asked him what kind of adventure he'd like to take on the day itself, Junhui had very carefully sat you down on the edge of the bed with his hands lacing yours.

"Will you believe me if I said I just want to spend the time with you?"

You swear your brain short-circuited for a moment before you managed to kick-start back into reality, asking him what he's trying to say. He had been so sweet as he explained how exhausted he was after all the work he'd been buried under recently. Moving back and forth through countries, doing an ungodly amount of work and on the edge of a teetering peak of his career, he cast his eyes down as he asked you,

"I want to stay home this time, spend the day with you. Just us two, is that okay?"

Not that you were going to, but how can you ever say no to a man ( a child in disguise ) with big brown eyes and a pout that can make you kill for him.

"Of course it's okay. It's your day angel, we're celebrating you. We can stay at home, of course." You had assured him "But there must be something fun that you want to do, no? You can't spend your birthday stuck at home with me all day. That'll get boring, Junnie"

"Never"

So that is what led you to this situation - slipping out of bed at six in the morning to quietly make your way into the living room.

In hopes of not disturbing Junhui who's still curled up on his side, soft hair falling to his face as he sleeps, you grab your clothes and make your way to the guest washroom to get ready for the day.

Once you're done with your shower, you pad into the kitchen to start breakfast. The pancake mix had been sitting in the fridge already so you turn on the stove before pulling out a batch of berries you'd picked up from the market yesterday. And as quietly and fast as you could, you get the signature pancakes with blueberry eyes and whipped cream smiles done before he wakes up.

It's almost seven when you're cleaning up the kitchen, the plate of breakfast sitting on the counter next to a large gift bag and a pink envelope addressed to my moon.

My moon,

Hi, my angel. By the time you find this, I'd probably be out of the house. If not I'm probably hiding behind the couch but don't look for me there. I know you don't like waking up to an empty house but I promise love, I'm just out to get you some flowers. That's an excuse for you know I can't stand the sight of you even slightly sad and that's why I ran.

But I'll be back with your flowers before you even realize I'm gone, okay? Don't worry too much pretty boy.

You know that I'm not good with words, Jun, that's why I'm writing a letter in the first place. If only I had the guts to say all this to your face. Because you deserve nothing else, baby, nothing else. But I'm a coward when it comes to voicing out my love to you so here I am in the kitchen at three in the morning, two glasses of wine deep because I'm scared I'll mess this up if I'm sober or if it's not dark outside.

So, it's your birthday today - and no matter how many times you ask me to be normal about it and not call it your womb escape anniversary and make a whole scene - you know I'm going to

When else am I going to celebrate you, my Jun?

You know that if I could, I would, everyday for the rest of my life. Because you deserve nothing less than that.

Sometimes you say that you don't deserve me, or that I'm too good for you. And it makes me so sad because, Jun, what you don't realize is how lucky I am to have you in my life. If anything, I'm not good enough for you.

When I met you years ago, you still in your bleached hair, I never thought for a moment that you'd be the person I'd want to spend the rest of my life with. Not because I never saw you as someone I'd want to share my life with, but rather because how? How in the world can I call you, the kindest, the prettiest and the most beautiful soul I've ever met, mine.

Every single day that I wake up to you lying next to me, I thank the moon for bringing you to me. I don't know what good I'd done in my past life to have this kind of love, have you in my life.

I hadn't realised something was missing from my life till you showed up in front of me, Jun. With your silly little smile and your pretty face and the bounce in your step, you slowly opened the door to a world I had never even known to exist before. I hadn't realised what it meant to love until you came along angel.

I thought I'd been in love, before, you know? I thought love was fancy dinners in restaurants I couldn't afford for a night. I thought love was kisses that you share for the whole world to see. I thought it was going our my way to make myself better for someone else.

But, no.

You're the one who showed me that love is the 'good morning' you mumble around a toothbrush, the leftovers you put in the microwave for me, the sticky notes on the fridge, sending pictures of the sky even if it looks ordinary, the hair tie you keep around your wrist. Love is the way you follow me around the house, the way I cling to you when I come home. Love is putting a blanket on me when I fall asleep on the couch. Love is raising little pixel babies and running a shop in cats & soup.

I think loving you is the easiest thing I have ever done, Junhui. It comes to me as natural as breathing. I didn't need a handler or a guidebook to learn how to love you - actually, I don't think I learned at all. Loving you was so easy that I didn't even realize I did. I didn't realize how much I loved you until I thought about losing you.

You asked me once what my biggest fear was and I said heights because I'm a coward like that. But in truth, a life without you is my biggest fear, I think. Now that I have you, now that I've gotten a taste of what being loved by you feels like, I don't think I'll ever want to let you go. I'm scared I'll never want to let you go. I hope you never want to let me go either, my love. I don't think I'll ever be okay with that.

People like you and me, we don't let ourselves have nice things, Jun. We think it's a burden to be loved, to love. We think it's too much to want to be held and cared for. We think we don't deserve to be loved. But we do. We can have that, my love. You, me, we all deserved to be loved gently. We all deserve the impromptu flowers and the good night message and the 'I love you's. It's hard to not listen to the tiny voice in the back of your head saying you don't deserve this, but you do, Junhui. You deserve to be loved for your soul if not much more.

As much as you don't believe me when I say you're the best thing that happened to me, deep down we both know that each other is what keeps us grounded, we both know. You keep me afloat, Junhui. When I feel like a ship wrecked in the middle of the ocean, you're the one who keeps me afloat and guides me to the shore. You might not know it or not believe it, but without you, I'd be falling apart.

Without me, I believe you would be okay. Manage. But ultimately, I wouldn't be okay without you.

So, as selfish as it sounds, I'm going to let myself have this one thing for the rest of my life. I'm going to keep you next to my heart and love you for as long as you let me have you.

Selfishly, I can only ask you to do the same. Love me as long as you can, keep me in your heart for as long as you can, my moon.

Happy Birthday, angel. I love you for an eternity.

From earth, to the moon, underwater, on shore, with every star in the galaxy, I will love you with everything I have till we're foods for the worms to eat.

Yours forever.

You knew it was going to make him cry, you knew. That's one of the main reasons you left the house with an excuse to get flowers. You could have gotten the goddamn flowers delivered to your doorstep. Hell, you could have even done it yesterday. But if there was anything you hated, it was seeing Junhui cry. So running away with a flimsy excuse seemed like the best thing to do at the time.

Junhui knew it too - how much it pained you to see him cry. He also knew that it had taken a lot out of you to write that letter. You've never been comfortable with professing your feelings into words and voicing them upright. You showed your love through random gifts thrown his way with a shy 'saw this and thought about you' or occasional 'did you eat?' messages throughout the day that translated into a quiet I love you.

Your love was quiet, but it was strong.

It seeps from you and circles around his whole being, holding him tight until he's grounded to the very earth he stands on. It kept him whole, kept him together.

So this, writing down everything on your mind, two drinks in or not, he knows it must have taken a lot out of you. And the mere thought of you sitting in the kitchen with your head in your hands, trying to turn your feelings into words, destroyed him.

He knows he should have stopped crying when he hears the familiar sound of the front door opening. You're back. You're back and god, he needs to get himself together.

"Jun?"

You call out and he can hear the hesitance in your voice. You know he's read the letter and it breaks him to realize that you're probably nervous to face him after such a vulnerable pour of emotions. He wishes he could stop crying but it's so so hard when the words on the paper made him feel like he got stabbed in the heart. And the way some words were blotched in a way only tears could do, twister the knife in the wound even more.

So, here he is now, bleeding on the kitchen counter because he feels loved more than he has ever felt in his entire life of twenty-eight years.

"Jun"

You stand in front of him, lingering in the kitchen door as your face falls at the sight of him. He guesses he doesn't look his best right now. He's bracing himself up against the counter, trying not to fall even more apart as his fingers grip the letter. Valid.

He can't even answer you, let alone acknowledge you. He's still trying to stop his crying and failing miserably right in front of you.

Junhui watches as you carefully approach him with the bouquet you had brought home for him. It's a mix of daisies and baby's breath wrapped in a see-through paper and Junhui thinks it's so pretty. If he wasn't so preoccupied with his sobbing, he would have bounced up to you and accepted it with a big smile and a kiss on your cheek.

"You're crying" Junhui almost laughs as you blindly state the obvious. Your eyes are wide as you reach him, the bouquet still in your clutch. "Why are you crying"

"You're the one who made me cry" He says through his tears, tone accusatory. "This letter- what you wrote, yn it's- It's so...I don't even know- god"

With the force he throws himself at you, he's surprised you manage to stay upright. Junhui curls around your body, arms winding around your frame as he pushes his face to your neck. You can feel the way your skin dampens with his tears.

Carefully putting down the bouquet on the counter, you circle your arms around his shoulders and pull him into your embrace a little tighter.

"I didn't want to cry on my birthday" Junhui whispers, lips fluttering against your skin.

I'm sorry. "I'm not sorry, Jun"

You feel him still in your hold for a fleeting moment before he pulls back to look at your face.

"I'd wanted to say all that for a long time, Jun" You say as you bring a hand up to cradle his face. As always, he leans into it like a preening cat. "I'm sorry for making you cry. But I'm not sorry for anything I said"

Junhui lurches forward to hide his face again, another one of those heartbreaking sobs on the tip of his tongue. You hold him tighter, if it's even possible, as he breaks down on you. One hand rubbing comforting circles on his back, moving the both of you back and forth in a rhythm, you hold him until he's calmed down enough to breathe through his nose. When he pulls away this time, his face is crumpled in a kind of embarrassment and shyness.

"Oh, my baby" You can't help but coo at the sight of his flushed nose and damp eyes. "You're a wreck"

"Your fault" Junhui grumbles before bringing up a hand to wipe at his eyes. You chuckle as you cradle his face and wipe away the tears clinging to his cheek.

"Happy Birthday" You almost whisper, holding his face in the palms of your hand. "You look beautiful"

Junhui averts his eyes from yours, the shyness slithering up his spine at a rapid speed. He doesn't voice out his thank you but it shows in the way the tips of his ears turn red under wisps of soft brown hair.

"Oh- the flowers" You quickly move to pick up the bouquet from the counter. With a coy smile of your own, you hand it to Junhui who takes it with a smile and a soft,

"Thank you. They're so pretty"

Junhui is taller than you, so to land the kiss perfectly square on his forehead, you have to reach up on your tiptoes. Junhui laughs and ducks down when he realizes what you're trying to do. Lifting to hold him by the neck, you press your lips against his forehead.

Junhui only pulls you back in after putting away the bouquet. He takes you by the waist before leaning down to catch your lips with his, pressing forward and dripping honey sweet pure love onto you with a sealed kiss. Your hands cradle the back of his neck as he leans forward, tipping you ever so slightly backwards as his love bleeds through every press of his lips against yours.

Even when he pulls away to breathe, he keeps his forehead pressed to yours, holding you as close as he possibly could.

"I love you so much" You whisper. "I think I made that clear in the letter"

Junhui laughs before pulling you into a hug again. A proper one this time with your face pressed to his shoulder and his lips pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

Your fingers unconsciously grip the back of his shirt tightly like you're scared he'll disappear into the day before you. It makes him think back to what you're written on the letter. About how your biggest fear is a life without him. How you won't be able to live if you didn't have him.

And it makes Junhui come to a realisation of his own. Ultimately, he wouldn't be okay without you either.

Thinking back to how you had claimed you're going to keep holding on to him as long as you can, as selfish as it may sound, Junhui realises that yeah, this is what love means to him. This is the sole reason he's been standing for so long.

Even though there's still a voice in the back of his head screaming that he doesn't deserve this kind of love, he decides that yes, he's going to let himself have this. The pure need to selfishly love you for the rest of your lives overpowers whatever voice screaming at him anyway.

From earth, to the moon, underwater, on shore, with every star in the galaxy, he's going to hold on to this for as long as he can bear. Because there's nothing more he wants than to love you with everything he's got. All until you're food for the worms to eat.

Junhui, true to your words, very selfishly hopes that you keep his hands in yours and your heart in his until your fingers decompose.

For you're his forever as well.

Roles, Reels and Real Feelings(W.JH)

Genre- College!au, Drama Majors!au

WC:

Summary: There's no doubt in the saying "Knowledge is Power" and with great powers come great responsibilities. When you accidentally tag Moon Junhui, the Lit&Theatrics' star, on IG, an uproar of drama has taken peak. Knowledge is your final play role and responsibilities are your real feelings.

CW: svt crack!au, uni!au theatre!au Blu-Blonde to dark hair Jun (he deserves his own warnings 😩), lowkey strangers to friends to idiots to lovers, Mingyu's onesided love :(with an abrupted ending, humor, heavy on the literature genre, college shenanigans with our original drama queen Boo, stage romance, minor flashbacks of past relationships, ghostly pining from Jun, and slight tension if you squint :") (smut warnings include a lot of oral plays, slight dirty talks, some, teasing, brat taming, use of a vibrator, praise kink/size kink/mild dacryphilia because jun is no saint here n has been patient for a while😈 denials, and maybe a bit of their play roles characters foreplay? Just wild fantasies)Minors DNI

A/N: hey caratdeuls and huihuis! It's been a while I've been zoned out but lately I completed EFT and Hidden Love (yes I choose pain) and it all clicked. Jun devoured(literally and figuratively) well this came out earlier than Mingyu fic but that may take a lil while to assemble the plot again. Meanwhile enjoy this fic and I hope I could entertain xp

The supposed symphony of words-n-thoughts playing out melodies as intricate as orchestral harmonies and as delicate as the petals of blue orchids in bloom, Literature, felt like the urban dictionary definitions of the words Affect and Effect where;

Affect is "Fuck Around"

Effect is "Find Out"

Not for you though. The night decided sleep at 1 was overrated and clung to you like a koala with FOMO. Your mission to CSI Geoffery Chaucer's first American potty break and decode why "Ernest" was suddenly a subject worthy of cracking seemed like stepping into the Bermuda Triangle – equal parts mysterious and bewildering.

You even caught a wave of relief, high-fiving your brain for handling this last subject showdown before the semester break, while your roommates Joshua Hong and Seokmin Lee were probably embroiled in sweet dreams of winning the elite Pyjama Olympics. They snoozed on, completely oblivious of the academic turmoil; not tonight but has been a consistent case the entire semester.

Amid the suffocating pressure, retreat wasn't your style. It has been the only reason your academic status was stable and decent enough to battle Beethoven in a verbal faceoff if he were alive. Literature wasn't everyone's cup of tea and you choose to sip every drop. It's the only subject that balances pain with pleasure.

The particular student lifestyle was something prone to your casual aesthetic. Even if you don't hit the books sometimes, you're in for the vibes. This nonchalant spirit and couple of good energy tiktoks, had somehow guided you through the maze of academic lifestyle, heart- breaks that were uncalled for, nonmandatory stage plays,other irrelevant activities. And finally here you are on the verge of graduating as an Art Major next year, all thanks to that carefree attitude and knack for catching the good vibes.

And once again, determination spurred you on as you reached for your phone, seeking solace in the particular IG Reels haven that's adored. Upon the first refresh, the college's official page posts the following video 45 minutes ago, with those spedup Ariana Grande audios, anyway those audio snips gather a massive audience. It was a random Aurora Boreallis timelapse from the Alaskas or Northerns, with the following:

"Tag your first/favorite @ who's your special one. Say something to them. (Be nice) ❤❤"

Your lips curled into a skeptical smile, "Cringe" is finally the first modern word you mumble, after escaping the 1800 core.

The page has it's official manager, Seungkwan. Not only instagram, but Tiktok. This guy's got a feisty attitude that could rival a fire-breathing dragon. While he posts memes, promotional edits of college events, and some irrelevant ones like mentioned earlier, He never holds back- tagging the entire fraternity into his posts. It doesn't ends here for Seungkwan- he's also the undisputed drama connoisseur of social media. Dude's stories could give a successful telenovela a run for its money. It's not about how he stirrs up chaos, it's the creativity of his asshole mind sometimes.

There was that era when Seungkwan turned a simple group photo of his healthy arch nemesis Jungwoo, Chan Lee and Yeonjun into a meme war of epic proportions. He started with a single caption, and before anyone knew it, the whole college was engaged in a meme battle that lasted for days. Rumor has it that some memes even ended up as screensavers on the subject professors' laptops. Vernon Chwe was also a long-running personality on everyone's phonecases because of his pathetic fashion sense. He ended up with 5 girls chasing his solo status for themselves and every recess was free subway surfers for everyone.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg. Boo Seungkwan's knack for turning the mundane into "the" ordinary & the ordinary to something extraordinary; it is a social media talent like no other that's equally entertaining and terrifying. He's like a hawk, zeroing in on the ignorant souls who dare not engage. A non-negotiable rule – tag or be tagged, because if you don't play ball, he's got the ultimate power move: withholding crucial notes and throwing shade at any question that has a 70% chance of making it to the exams. It's like academic warfare out there, n Seungkwan's the commander-in-chief of strategic engagement. The term "Calling the BOOLEECE" is an expression he often uses.

However, you're a person in his goodlist, and avoid conflict at most. Therefore you start skimming through 94 major comments, with one being from your evident admirer. You skip past his attempts, and then tag your unwilling comment for your dearest friend at two in the am, among a plethora of familiar and unfamiliar tags:

min9yukim @ y/n take it all <3 (80 likes)

naaayeonnnim- @ yongbokki study ffs (42 likes)

haexhannhae- ya'all she sent this reel to me how am I supposed to feel about it😭 (55 likes

ningning02- @ winwinwin wtv (33 likes)

eyesoftigurrr- @ ziwooziwoo homie break up w mozart for me as if u are my romeo (77likes)

s00binniec @ terryk @ yawnjun year 2 be grate 4 us ........and 88 others

yn_xx @ junh_96 it shall shape thee of scholars and wisdoms ❤ 45s ago

You don't exactly want to interact with this, but anything and all for your buddy bestfriend Junhee, your partner in mischief, the dynamic duo of shenanigans. Success may be earned, but your best friend, well he practically has a golden ticket to it. Once a 9th grade high school play where you were casted as Voldemort's right-hand associate in a bootleg Harry Potter's Deathly Hallows stage play, there stood Junhee with his rectangular glasses, complete with a snake-like charm that would make even Slytherins jealous. And now Junhee, was your official partner-in-crime on stage and, little did you know, in reality of your life too.

Now, most friendships are built on shared interests or profound conversations. Yours? Oh, it was cemented by Junhee's uncanny ability to schedule the most ludicrous adventures at the most inconvenient times. We're talking about spontaneous trips to the petting zoo at 2 AM and impromptu karaoke sessions in the city's famous aquarium (don't ask). How could you possibly say no to such unforgettable escapades?

Junhee has always been the embodiment of "yolo" considering how he often drags you out of your extrovert slumps. Despite being his major’s 2nd top student after Wonwoo Jeon from History, he’s never once made you his second priority. He’s also an amazing teacher, considering how he taught his cat Morals to make great use of his paws to learn the dynamics of the turntable set in his basement because weekends there was a Steve-Aoki level havoc. Nonetheless, from supersonic charades to emotional heartbreaks, your bestie has always been superglued by your side.

Your chill demeanor hits its peak as you casually toss out that comment without even giving it a second glance, because your time on instagram was a supposed quickie. With a few scrolls, you're back to the books, ready to conquer academia and the piles of papers and books once again. After all, the world can wait, but this final exam just can't; especially when you're eager to get over with it.

In the blink of a snooze, a full-blown soap opera had been cooked up-talk about legit 5 seasons worth of drama! You wake up, grab your phone, and boom! In the era where you receive 33 notifs max, today it went 99+ notifications and it's like you've walked into an alternate universe where you're the lead character in the craziest reality show ever. "Damn Hol'up.." you mutter, your brain trying to catch up. Your obliviously slumbered roommates were at the door, laughing and exchanging glances secretively

"Mornin' y/n, brace yourself, today's gonna be as wild as trying to teach a Seokmin to breakdance," Joshua chimes in, his hand shaking like he's auditioning for the role of a human maraca, while he clutches the Lit Anthology in the other. Seokmin nearly snorts his coffee out in spite,at the comment and adds, "Seems like Sunday Morning Mingyu's Pain is calling collect, and it's an international call with extra charges!" They both make a dramatic exit, their laughter echoing through the corridor.

You can't help but chuckle at their over-the-top performance. Joshua and Seokmin have always been your partners in the "Mingyu pining era" escapades, but today they've taken it up a notch. It's not just because it's a Tuesday; something's definitely fishy here. You shake your head and focus on your simple breakfast, because, let's face it, food is life, even in the face of impending chaos. While contemplating your life choices, you munch on your omelet, occasionally glancing at your notes. After all, you're a self-proclaimed brainiac before a potential maniac; who knows when the roles might reverse and you find yourself deciphering the enigma that is Tuesday morning?

But nobody got time for existential crises when the clock is ticking and you've got an exam to face. You sprint to the exam hall, only to find your partner-in-crime MIA. And instead of noses buried in notes, eyes were on to your audacious online escapade. The twist in the plot had taken center stage, leaving you to wonder if you were now part of a different kind of curriculum – one that involved internet fame and a splash of unpredictability. Nothing could've prepared you for what you're in when you check your phone once again, prior to a message from your concerned party.

[7:42am] "??????" "Boo literally said he has earn free drama before free therapy now EXPLAIN?"

"I was almost contemplating my friendship for Jun why do I have a competitor? I've kept friends close, n u closr 😭😭

[7:45am]"where did Jun come from? What?😭 Help me cuz im fuckin confused bro tf??????"

Junhee attaches a screenshot to your response, the floor might as well be made of clouds for how quickly your jaw drops. The image in front of you leaves no room. You hastily open instagram and the notif panels – 450 likes adorn your @ mishap. And the twist that hits you like a truck? The tagged individual is none other than the Sorority Superstar Junhui Moon. His display picture was his side profile from one of his backstage photos, amongst roses candles and red curtains; maybe from one of his most dynamic stage plays."Damn it it can't be... this Moon Junhui???"

According to the crazy fangirls and as former spectator of his theatre plays, Moon Junhui, or mononymously known as Jun to the entire Drama Club, is in the same year as you with subject differences, and also the undisputed master of library naps, is like the superhero of slumber. While your ability is to seize every piece of knowledge while you're at it, his abilities are to catch Z's in the most unlikely places has reached mythic proportions. They say he's napped through lectures, study groups, and even once during a surprise fire drill – and still looks as fresh as a daisy. This is just the tip of the iceberg, as to why is he’s popularly known as “Mighty Moon”

But there's more. While majority of Lit Majors don't practice Theatre, the stage star Junhui- is not just a nap wizard; he's got some serious impactful acting chops too. Last Christmas, he didn't give any hearts, however he confidently took center stage as Romeo at the fanciest stage hall for the theater production of "Romeo and Juliet." And get this – he carried that role for a full three days straight, owning every line, every gesture, and even every melodramatic sigh.

But that wasn't the end of it. Later that year, he snagged the role of the Prince in Snow White for a charity gig among children. And let me tell you, Jun's fashion choices were...let's say, unique. It didn't matter if he was sporting raggedy clothes or outdated fashion, he had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand. Anyone would think he's a walking Vogue front cover. The man's charisma knows no bounds.

However(again) upon circulating sources, Moon Junhui offstage is a legend in his own right. He's the guy who turns a script rehearsal into a stand-up comedy routine. He's got a laugh that's as infectious as a catchy tune, and it's practically impossible to be in a bad mood around him.

When the final curtain falls, Junhui doesn't strut around like a diva. Nope, he's more like a stealthy ninja, slipping back into the shadows like he's got secret nap-capturing techniques to perfect. He's not just a nap guru or a theater sensation but definitely a walking paradox of chill and charisma, a master of unexpected entertainment. You never know if he's off for another power nap or casually collecting slipped-in phone numbers. Junhui, the enigmatic maestro of the offstage spectacle.

Back to reality, here is the juicy bit: you and Junhui are like two ships passing in the night. In a college where engagement with peers is a must, you can't even recall having a proper talk with him. Not even a Hello. Heck you don't even follow his public profile. And now you've gone and tagged him in a Instagram Reel blunder. It's like sending an accidental invite to a VIP party – and the VIP in question is a theater superstar.

"Oh the amount of bitch I've smelled today is going to register in the Guiness" you thought.

In an instant, the puzzle pieces slot into place – the lingering glances, the secretive murmurs – it all makes sense now. You've now unwittingly become the protagonist of a social media storm. Amidst the chaos, you find yourself caught in a plotline that could easily be ripped from the pages of a Netflix series, leaving you to ponder how a regular day could escalate to such binge-worthy proportions. Your phone buzzes again:

[7:52am]"Dude, what's the story?"

[7:53am] "Wait, aren't u junh_96 on insta?"

[7:53am] "Doofus I'm jun_96 on Tiktok, not IG......."

"OH..." You're staring at your phone, and it hits you like a ton of bricks: Moon Junhui and your bud Junhee have totally opposite usernames for TikTok and Instagram which they mutually agreed on, and you tagged Junhee's tiktok @ instead of his IG @ . And the person you actually tagged is apparently every delusional being’s prince charming-Junhui Moon.

What even forces you to pull your hair out is how foolish you were and too wrapped up in your studies to notice the whole mess you were creating. Everyone's got eyes on you while you're typing a response,

[7:55am]"Look, I got an exam. Can we not make this a thing right now?"But nope, he's not letting you off the hook: "Oh, you're definitely spilling the hot boiling tea about this bullshit!"

"Stop scaring me and making a huge fuss out of it I didn't do it on purpose get a grip mf..😫"

"No wonder why do I have all the attention" you contemplate. You're knee-deep in finals, totally stressed out. And then, oops! You accidentally tag Moon Junhui on a college Reel instead of Junhee. Pretty crazy right? Overnight you've become the Mia Thermopolis of instagram, from good ol' Princess Diaries.

Seungkwan saunters into the exam hall, with his usual tempting coffee, smirk and a clipboard of notes, looking like he about to drop the hottest tea unfortunately. "well look who do we have here" he offers his fist; and you fistbump him, a usual morning thing. "You're awfully absurd today Boo Seungkwan" it came out as a nervous whisper.

"Absurd is what you've stirred up honey" he retorts "I've waited for this my whole life" the silent backpack kid Vernon is finally taking interest while Boo pushes the piles of papers and books off the centre table and sits his ass on it. "Shakespeare who we have Seungkwan" he chimes along.

Even the duo who deliberately sits in the corner of the hall every exam, Hoshi and Yeji, rushes in the front seat for the first time in all these 2½ years with a loud "Spotlight on Seungkwan" you gulp at how Seungkwan's presence turns the mundane exam hall into a live entertainment set, where you never know what dramatic twist he's going to add to the day.

Today is the day where the deaf can hear and the blind can see.

"So Y/N I'll cut to the chase. Is Moon Junhui secretly your new co-star in a real-life drama? When did all of this begin?" Your roommates even jump right into this conversation as quick as they do when you bring takeouts and cold coke to the table. Shamelessly. No tacos tuesday for them.

"See it's all an innocent mistake I just mixed names thats it" you try to convince.

"What about the red lil heart then?" Seokmin, that backstabbing bitch proceeds.

"When are you getting your expelsion letter then? Seeing how the Dean's son Kim Mingyu always simped for you" another kid who never really spoke because he always gets away with a morning lollipop, Lino, speaks. Boy's had this name ever since the class representative suggested and he finds joy in it.

This whole thing turned into a total Gatsby affair. Because, you know, nothing says 'lavish party' unlike accidentally tagging Moon Junhui supposed college celebrity on the Reels.

"Well I meant it for Junhee my bestfriend"

"Then why didn't you delete the comment and rewrite Junhee" Seungkwan prods.

"I was academic drunk" you plead not guilty.

"Prove it" Joshua asks. "Dude you literally live with me" desperation drips your tone, yet nothing could prove it wasn't intentional.

It's like the FBI has taken over the interrogation room; questions keep piling up faster than late fees at a library. Even faster than Wi-Fi signal drops. Everyone's prime suspect is you. You half- expect someone to pull out a notepad and start jotting down notes. And then, just to top it off, another curveball "is tagging your new sport?" is aimed towards you. You pinch the gap between your brows. "When will this end"

Just when you thought that the spotlight you're under could rival the sun, the man in question, Moon Junhui strolls in with all the nonchalance of a pro. The chatter around you seems to magically hush-turn into whispers- probably as a sign of respect for his aura. His grey backpack hangs halfway, and you can't help but notice the mild amusement twinkling in his eyes. It's like he's seen enough dramas on stage to enjoy this real-life spectacle.

You mentally blame your sudden thirst for human interaction because, seriously, you can't help but notice how his unbuttoned yellow shirt layered over a white one looks like a snack-sized bag of Lays salted chips. And that blonde hair with blueberry blue streaks? Looks decent on him. And let's not ignore those onyx jeans that deserve their own spotlight. You're convinced they're flexing just as much as his forearms are while he tugs on his backpack and quickly analyzes his enviornment, to look back at your deranged self.

"Can I steal a moment of your time?" Jun finally asks, his throat clearing serving as an opening act; even Oliver Goldsmith would've admired. The collective "Ooooo" that ripples through the bystanders triggering heat into your cheeks, and a little on Jun's. All of this seems like you're the protagonist of a rom-com, and Jun just walked in, ready to deliver this plot twist.

He's the character who waltzes onto the screen, leaving everyone wondering if he's about to confess his undying love or reveal that he's actually an alien from the planet Awkwardus. The "Ooooo" is the background laughter track, reminding you that your life right now, this moment is basically a sitcom.

Jun instantly takes his leave. With a sigh and an expression of "it couldn't get any worse" sort which could rival a melodramatic heroine's in a Jane Austen novel, you gather whatever courage you have left and slowly follow Jun to the side, half-expecting the universe to provide a fitting backdrop for this pivotal moment – perhaps a rainbow or a flock of pigeons singing in perfect harmony.

Seungkwan can't help but chime in with his signature sarcasm, his tone dripping with playful exaggeration, "Oh, the suspense is killing me! Can we get an encore of the 'Ooooo' for extra dramatic effect" you glare at him, while you're following Junhui outside for a whatever he wishes to speak afterall he's unintentionally dragged into this. It wouldn't surprise you if all the crazy maniacs in there are eavesdropping.

"Must've been awkward," the type to get a head massage with eyes wide open blurts out, the words flowing like water from a leaky faucet. "I don't even mean to pry, 'cause hey, mistakes happen, but the impact here is... well..." You pick up his fragmented sentence like a detective assembling evidence, "like one of those applause tracks after a bad joke, am I right?"

You continue, feeling like you're dancing through a minefield, "Honestly, it's not even a big deal. I'm just trying to figure out why this has become the town gossip." Your face is a canvas of nervousness, but you focus your attention on the shrubs behind Jun, as if they're the most intriguing thing in the universe. "I've got a one-way ticket to this last exam right now. Can we please just catch up after this academic apocalypse?"

"Oh, uh, yeah sure, fine by me. Today's like my personal version of hell," he chuckles.

"Tell me about it." You exhale a sigh that could put out birthday candles. Seokmin jumps out of wherever his hiding spot was, surprising you two and snaps a flashy photograph of your flabbergasted expressions "can't let this slide when our new couple is looking moronic" he laughs. "SEOKMIN YOU CRAZY FUC- I'm sorry Jun, thankyou" you rush inside chasing him.

With a discreet wave and a bid for luck, Jun departs, slipping into the shadows. And just like that, you're left trudging back into the exam hall, mentally and literally facepalming as if trying to beat your own high score.

"Well, that was swifter than my Wi-Fi dropping," Joshua teases from the sidelines, analyzing the same photo Seokmin took.

"Seokmin, my friend, you might want to hit that delete button, because I'm gearing up for the revenge of the century!" you declare with a grin. Seokmin, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, replies, "Oh, revenge? I see you're embracing the drama, world famous protagonist."

A classmate chips in, "Oh, look, it's the next contestant on 'Tag Wars: College Edition'!" Laughter fills the room as you realize your outburst has lightened the mood, at least for a moment. You return to your exam with a bemused shake of your head, muttering, "Seriously, though, what is my life right now?" The absurdity of the situation isn't lost on you, and you can't help but find humor in the chaos.

"Sounds like suspension should be the logical verdict, especially with the college paparazzi on your tail and the pining Dean's Golden Boy is most probably writing a banner already, cuz they say action speak louder than words" Junhee, your bestfriend chuckles a reply with his arms crossed, that nosy expression plastered on his face. The guy's reeking of peak chismosa. You spill out the whole saga, your verbal roller coaster hitting all the twists and turns, and the audacity of this dude? He bursts out laughing as if you're hosting a stand-up comedy. "I'm no fan of ruining acrylics but your face is an exception, you moron" incredible criminal thoughts race your mind at the sight, which only makes him howl in laughter.

Around you, the world seems to have split into factions: there are haters, supporters, shippers, troll-ers, neutral mfs, and admirers, each in their own corner, like a real-life Divergent series unfolding before your eyes.

"I don't acknowledge any of Mingyu's pleasant confessions, so why is everyone suddenly treating assumptions about me like gospel truth?" You sigh, realizing the cons of being a social butterfly might be outweighing the pros.

Junhee nods in agreement, a knowing glint in his eye. "I mean, both Jun and Mingyu..and ofcourse, me" you roll your eyes at his unusual self obsession, "We could charm the socks off anyone just by breathing. Probably their colognes too." He smirks, "But on a serious note, it's wild how one little mistake can take you on a joyride to where you are now."

You scoff, "I thought today would be the bomb, celebrating the end of the semester, planning my epic peace. But nope, all thanks to that one of your drunken pact of swapping usernames, I'm in this mess." Junhee grins, trying to lift the mood, "Look at the bright side. Maybe this mishap will score you a spot in the college yearbook under 'Most Memorable Mishaps.' Now that's fame." You give him a playful shove, sarcasm dripping from your voice, "Wow, thanks for the pep talk, you're a real motivator."

Your pace comes to a temporary halt upon seeing a figure, "Fate must've thought, 'Let's toss a coin and see if we can ruin my day' " you sigh. Kim Mingyu; who usually walks like the granite is the red carpet, today his approach oddly synchronized with a passing monsoon season. He pulled off his black beanie followed by his usual black headphones, which seemed to be the only reliable part of the day. As if he's one page of either an Edgar Allen Poe book's chapter, or somewhere between the lines.

He usually hung out around this scenic area by the fountain and granite stairs, flashing his canines as if it's from a toothpaste commercial. But today, instead of his signature smile and posture, his face and body language resembled the grim clouds before a heavy downpour – insanely threatening and gloomy in general.

Junhee smirks, "Oh, what a coincidence! I've got some urgent... uh, texting to do. I'll just leave you guys to it. I'll catch up on you later" Junhee smirks "well then good luck with your accidental fame" he slips away from the scene and you're standing against the golden boy himself, in the middle of the spacious cafeteria.

"So you and JunHUI" he emphasizes, "hmmm?"

Me and JunHUI what?" You cross your arms.

"Don't play coy. I didn't peg you the bold type. You two close aren't you?"

"Close? We're practically inseparable, like a shadow and its dark sense of humor. Partners in crime with a PhD in mischief." Upon your response, Mingyu scoffs, turning his head,

"You know what I mean! Are you two hinting your secret affair to the campus?" He raises his brows. You redeem this the perfect opportunity to completely discourage his future attempts at unreciprocated rizz and end his pining for good.

""Secret affair? Oh, we're just dropping breadcrumbs for the rumor mill. As for today, let's just say my crystal ball for predicting your mood wasn't charged. It happens."

Mingyu stares, seeking for an easy explanation. You roll your eyes, adjust your bag on your shoulder, "what I meant is sometimes you do have to let the cat out of the box. Unless you're a dog person."

"Don't be so difficult, Y/N. Atleast not today when I'm at my worse. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Thought you'd catch. My bad if I forgot to turn in my updates on my love life."

"You know, a simple 'Hey, I'm not interested' would've saved me a world of trouble," Mingyu muttered, his tone filled with a mixture of frustration and disappointment. He bit his lips as if trying to control his emotions, and the word "trouble" seemed to linger with an unspoken weight.

It wasn't that you hated Mingyu; it's just that you weren't particularly keen on getting into a relationship. Besides, it's not exactly easy to be with a guy who's practically the campus's golden boy, majoring in Business as if he had a golden ticket to success.

"Oh, my bad!" you quipped, your sarcasm's the same viscosity as of honey. "Sure, let me just send out a mass text: 'Attention, everyone! Kim Mingyu, he urgently needs to know my dating status for his convenience, and I'm pleased to clarify that, yes, I'm dating. Someone, please save him trouble and the precious lost time!" You scanned the room, and it was clear that your love life, or rather the lack of it, wasn't exactly headline news until your own accidental tag had sparked this unexpected chaos. "Good for you" someone chimes. Most probably another bunch of nobodys who prefer solitude and their favorite flavor is Salt&Vinegar.

Mingyu sighs "you're impossible"

"And yet, somehow you're still here talking to me"you cross your arms, and shift your posture.

"Look, I just wish you had been honest about it before. I've been trying to get over you" he looks desperate at this point, it's infuriating.

"Nothing boosts my ego more than being someone's emotional challenge"

"Damn don't mock me, it's not easy"

"I guess Delulu is the Solulu" you smile coyly. It's supposed to come out as bitter as such but you've learnt that sometimes it's okay to recognize when something isn't working and to take a step back. And thats what you want to inflict into Mingyu's "it may work out" mindset.

"You're infuriating. I can't believe I ever thought you were right for me" it wasn't very pleasant to be hearing this from him, but you've had your share from your previous relationship, never again.

"Then you must be some kind of a masochist, to be standing here. Still."

"Unbelievable" he turns to the side, and let's out a loud, spittery scoff, "I'm..just gonna go"

"It's for your best, to go on" you try to sugarcoat "Whatever. I just don't want to ever cross paths with you." he puts his headphones back, and walks on wherever he was supposed to. Not even 10 steps ahead, he slowly walks back and returns, "I suppose, take care" and off Mingyu sprints. You too, Nepo Golden Boy you murmur.

Junhee's mind appeared to be caught in a never-ending loop, like a broken record that just wouldn't stop playing. It was as if he had latched onto a thought and couldn't let go, much to my amusement. "Trust me, not that big a deal. People have short memories when it comes to internet drama," he assures you, trying to sound all wise and chill about it. You side-eye him, before walking towards the vending machine.

Walking past a group of students from your class, some being your friends, burst into laughter and holler like they're on some infamous college dramas:

"Everyone!!! Watch out, we've got an Insta prodigy in our midst!"

"Note to self: never let her near my phone."

"Hey, can I hire you to accidentally tag my crush as well? Clearly she ignores me"

"If Romeo did that, he probably still had Juliet his side"

"Not a big deal, hmm" you crodd your arms at Junhee, who could only looks away because of the obvious embarassment. You check your phone upon vibration, and see a menacing DM from the concerned personality:

"7pm at Bonnie Sue's Cafe-Jun" "📍Location"

you're just staring at the DM like zoning out. Everything around you is white noise.

"What? Accidentally got a DM from Jun?"

"Yes and this seems no accident" you reply very monotonously. Junhee snatches your phone and reads it "that was quick I didn't think he'd ever show this interest? Impressive. See this one would be easy".

Bonnie Sue’s- Coffee Dreams and Golden Croissants

Is what the board said, with the letter E's lights flickering. The evident Sims characteristics were peaking when you stared at the board for a solid 30 second before entering.

Seven P.M, the golden hour of caffeine cravings, RnB music and aromatic smell of patissieres.

The soft lighting plays a game of hide-and-seek with the shadows, making it the perfect spot. You admit Jun has a sight for great things. This cafe seems to have borrowed its color scheme from the sunset itself, with warm, golden tones painting the walls and casting a cozy glow over everything. Even the cashier's cat was beautiful in it's dusky orange. "Step Down Matcha"

Typical caffeine addict name for a typical cat. As long as the cat wasn't Latte or Cocoa. But to your surprise, there were two more kittens named "Tira" and "Misu".

You strut in with an outfit that could only be described as chic, for the evening, rocking a cream graphic Feel The Power tee, effortlessly tucked into a pair of high-waisted, slightly distressed jeans. Your choice of sneakers tells you mean nothing longer than the quantity in your cup, even when you're going for the comfy-cool vibe.

A few silver accessories shimmer here and there, as if they're vying for attention in a subtle contest and your hair, the envy of all who've ever tried to achieve "effortless waves," frames your face with a touch of devil-may-care elegance. It's a look that screams, "I run on caffeine and sarcasm," and you can't help but be smitten by the combination.

It wasn't hard to spot Junhui in this small cafe, he was seated right at the corner, with round glasses on his nose, and an olive green shirt; evening glows illuminating the silver of his hair and his god-tier profile. He lifts his eyes, brows and then his face, engulfing a small smile.

"Sure enough my message wasn't accidental. You did show up" he begins, "Jun" getting up like a gentleman. You make sense of him for a particular 8 seconds which seemed like 8 minutes.

"Sensed there was a chance of free croissants, coffee and a side of drama, so how could I resist?" "Y/N" You scrunch your nose, and Jun lets out a snort. You shake his hand, being informal wasn't exactly the part of the script. However you shake hands and settle.

"First things First, what would you like to drink?" He inquires, scrolling the E-Menu on his phone.

You chuckle at his momentarily flabbergasted expression. "I say surprise me with the most complicated, elaborate, and hard-to-pronounce concoction on the menu," you jest, complete with a playful wink. "Just kidding, a basic coffee works for me. Some croissants, garnished with powdered sugar" Jun nods, grinning, and with a flourish of eloquence, he summons the waitress and proceeds to make the order, his voice smooth as silk.

Normally, you'd be glued to your phone when sharing a table with someone you barely know, but tonight was different. You were taken aback by the mesmerizing sight of his Adam's apple bobbing in its own rhythmic dance. This close encounter unlocked a whole new perspective on him in your eyes—his finely chiseled nose, the charming beauty marks that scattered across his face, and those eyes that seemed to play a coy game behind his glasses. "Perfect" didn't quite capture it; he was positively ethereal.

"Hmm Miss Y/N our reigning accidental tag queen" he clears his throat.

"If it isn't the mighty theatre prince Junhui in his glory gracing us with his presence" you may not exactly be the best comedian yet catching onto sarcasm is a hefty sport for you. You and Junhui instantly click and go in character. What exactly type of character, well it's unsure to confirm.

"How has it been in the realm of viral tags and unexpected notoriety?"

You lean back, feigning contemplation "Oh, you know, just basking in the glow of accidental prominence. It's not every day one gets to masquerade as a social media virtuoso" Jun chuckles, pushing his frame behind, looking even perfect, while doing so "my my, you're communication talents are unparalleled"

"I strive for excellency at all endeavors"

You two continue to talk back and forth, as if you never were practically strangers. You learn about him, his family, how he developed a career in acting at 2 years of age, he was basically born to showcase his talents at best. He was beauty with brains.

A loud chuckle buzzed when he shows Seungkwan's new story, embedded under "breaking news" template that says "Rumor has it, NASA's hiring her for her out-of-this-world tagging skills" with the same candid photo, Seokmin took earlier today.

"I've heard rumors that even Mingyu's pining for you has met its demise" Jun closes his phone and looks up. Your grin fades into a small smile "well that was destined to be" you tuck a strand behind your ear visibly uncomfortable and relieved at the same time.

"He's not the only one who fell for the accidental tag tease, you know.

You squint at him playfully, "Are you implying something here, Jun?"

Jun's leaning in, a glint in his eyes "Maybe I am"

"The mysterious theater boy strikes again"

"And the accidental social media sensation plays along" he leans back.

"So how do we exactly get us out of this circus" you question, swallowing the after-tastes of caffeine, while looking at the flushed up from laughing Junhui. The man who's read countless scripts gets back in character "The solution is quite elementary. We shall bestow upon the avid purveyors of collegiate drama a fresh enigma to mull over"

raising an eyebrow, you look at Jun "And that's all? We just continue this?"

Jun nods "Have faith, for I am confident that their focus will shift onto the subsequent scintillating narrative" another giggle escapes when he speaks in the "1800 Vocabulary"

"Ah, your scheme is as ingenious as it is bereft of traditional reasoning" you walk out of the cafe, with Jun's company towards the bus stop.  He raises his fist in front of you "Fare well" You look at his feline-like features, waiting fir your fist to bump against his. "Thankyou, for a memorable first meeting"you return the fistbump, and his ears turn slightly pink; well it further darkens.

Next in scene, was the bus which pulls up to your stop, shattering the serene moment you were sharing. Jun gives you a friendly wave, and you reciprocate it with a smile and a wave. While seated on the bus, you find yourself reflecting on the day. Strangely enough, you've genuinely relished it. An entire day filled with chaos, conversations, and pure lunacy – it's like a sitcom episode starring you and Jun. It hits you like a plot twist that maybe, just maybe, old wounds can begin to heal, especially when they're covered in layers of sarcasm and laughter, all courtesy of the enigmatic Moon Junhui. You're not entirely sure where this rollercoaster is heading, but your heart chimes in with a cheeky "probably...towards some theatrical mayhem none seen it coming."

"So, do you need a cold compress on your face or a PhD in Love Diagnostics?" Minghao, Jun's very close friend, the former psychology diploma holder who possesses exquisite memory, and decided to trade his textbooks for a paintbrush filling his part of the apartment with canvases, flashes a sly grin as he quips with his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Minghao's usually the type to "spare me the details because I proritize my peace" kind of guy who enjoys his passion for art to great thoroughs. but he can risk an ear-n-limb for Junhui. Today it's the ear. Tomorrow, maybe knowledge.

Jun lets out a breathy chuckle, clearly relieved to have survived the initial encounter. "Minghao, my man, if only you knew. This was like trying to interpret abstract art with no clue what the artist was thinking." Minghao stares at him, watching his every move. "So?"

Jun takes a dramatic pause, as if he's about to deliver a modern-Shakespearean soliloquy. He clears his throat with exaggerated seriousness. "Well, I must be the stage maestro then," Jun finally responds, his breath still heavy from the ordeal. "Because, you see, I meticulously crafted my script in advance." He shows his notes to Minghao who could only facepalm in response.

In the land of obligatory chit-chat, our guy prefers to venture for a script like it's the secret sauce to conversation. For him, it's incredibly complex to hold a simple conversation unless he plans out a whole 700 page document about possibilities. He’s considered an ace flirt at his majesty but little everyone knows that the guy who naps backstage is a signal he can’t talk without stuttering unless he has something prepared. According to Jun "one doesn't birth with a script, you develop it past spontaneity"

His deteriorating socialising skills are now a standing-ovation worthy interactions. People are admired by his charms and he composes his emotions well, and appears articulated about situations. Minghao shakes his head, lightly stammering to fit the genre his friend,leaning towards the fridge cross-legged Minghao, who's eyeing Jun and quips, "Well why bother with spontaneous banter when you can rehearse your lines? Am I right, or am I saving the art of conversation single-handedly?" "You and your scripts, should seriously consider publishing a.. a 'Guide to.... Navigating Social Interactions colon, Script Edition' paperback. but that's the least of my concern, how have you been dealing with this…” Minghao swirls his hand in the air as if he's generating an aerial whirlpool, “at (@) fiasco. Any resolutions?"

Jun walks towards the fridge for a chilly glass of water,he raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by the playful challenge. “Broski, it's not just about scripts. It's about ensuring every interaction is a blockbuster hit. I mean you've seen my, five-act epic for ordering coffee, right? Anyways, our resolution is to continue this tag until people lose interest for something even spicier"

"And furthermore like her until you’re in the crazy level of Maslow’s Hierarchial need for love and intimacy?" The Psychology prude strives for mental peace and none for others when it subjects Love, a fit characteristic for his idiot friend who practices this art.

Jun's cheeks tint in deep shades of pink. There were no lies hidden. He did like you. Even at a distance he was enchanted by your ridiculous choice of clothing, and once in a lifetime attendances of Junhui's historical romance plays.

Over the next course of weeks, you two tag each other in completely outrageous scenarios, like you being a fashion guru or Jun being a master chef. The goal is to give everyone a good laugh, and fulfill the tag blunder.

As the college crowd scratches their heads and tries to decipher these quirky tags, you and Jun exchange knowing smiles and shared chuckles on texts, with questionable screenshots of the overall reaction. It's definitely a secret joke that only you can understand.

With each new tag, the confusion grows, and the drama surrounding your original mishap starts to slowly subside. To have the campus population wonder if there's a hidden message behind the tags or if we're just messing with them. This became a twitter trend that wasn't very popular, but enough to be trending #5 worldwide. Fame slithered it's way to you.

Accidental Tag Fiasco has taken a new level in the latest episode of Chaos Chronicles:- Read ahead

Seungkwan's Twitter adventures are epic. Although the matter was supposed to be an incampus joke, outside, the communities confusion was beyond focus. @ SushiLover instead of @ SootheLover in a relaxing spa day pic.

@ SushiLover: "Spa day? I'll have a side of wasabi with that massage! 🍣💆‍♀️"

@ SootheLover: "Looks like I'm ordering a seaweed wrap next time! 🌿💆‍♀️"

In a world where catwhisperers were termed as "carwhisperers", the mishap didn't last long but the target audience were approached. The joy for the time-being was appalling.

With every occassional exchange of messages with Junhui, you engulf ina turmoil of emotions. It's as if, you and Jun are in your own world, surrounded by peonies and fog, with rabbits and robins as our audience. It's like your secret garden of tranquility. Maybe it's the similarity of interests, majors or probably both. The passion for eloquent talks over a nice cup of hot tea and smelling the good ol' papers matches no other sense of comfort.

And Junhui. He's got more layers than an onion, and he's not just the stage star or any bookish brainiac. Sure, he's got that whole intellectual thing going on, but beneath it all, he's got a heart of gold.

On your everyday walk down the bumpy lanes to the public library, for your occasional Propaganda, you hear very, loud footsteps on the pebbles, fear slowly overshadowing the feeling of unwanted stalker behind. With your discreet manner of retrieving the pepper-spray from your "I'm Pretty Cool But I Cry A Lot" graphic Tote, you swiftly turn around, only to behold an endearing sight.

A specific blondie who recognized to be Junhui, was crouched down. Apparently he found a lost puppy behind you. It was a sight to see him, scooping up that little golden furball with the utmost care, like he'd just discovered the Holy Grail of cuteness. He even tried to have a conversation with the pup. "Aah, this little fellow was following you. Unlike someone who tags me and never bothered to follow back" he scowls, that was peak sarcasm "And yes. You're paranoid as fuck"

"Better paranoid than being dead" you roll your eyes and discreetly slid the keychain of self defence. Jun peacefully enjoyed the pepper licks from the little pup, "See my friend, two things are infinte. The universe and Humans" he shakes the little legs, "and paranoia"

"If you and your new philosopher friend have a deep chat about the universe, am I free to go?" Jun slowly gets up, watching the pup rush towards it's parent near the corner, and adjusts his new shoulder-bag on his shoulder(ofcourse) Once again he crouches to tie his shoelaces of his annoying-yet-cool Converse.

His back facing you, Jun craned his head upwards to flash a grin, "You know, sometimes a good conversation with a dog is all you need. See the significance of how this universe had a penchant for crafting connections that were simply meant to be, even if it involved deep canine philosophy" "Hmm" and you enter the library, leaving him still tangling the "aglets" of his laces. Out of everyday, today was the day set to deal with him.

He shuts that deep book of his, 'The Unbearable Lightness of Being,' and says, "Not many care about my thoughts. Since you're the only one, currently paying attention...."

"No I'm not" you push your reading-glasses up your nose, without even glancing at the talkative-yet-handsome stage maestro

"Whatever it is, well listen. This book" he begins " It's all politics and fleeting opinions."Jun leans back in his chair, still holding that book. "Also, the book 'The Unbearable Lightness of Being,' it's a real journey into the human condition. Kundera delves into the idea of eternal return and how our choices are burdened by their irreversibility."

You finally tear your eyes away from the particular short stories and look at him. "Eternal return? Irreversibility? Sounds heavy," you say with a smirk. Jun chuckles, clearly used to this sarcasm by now.

Jun takes a moment, his eyes searching for the right words. "So Kundera suggests that we have to find our own meaning in this chaotic world. We have to embrace the 'lightness' of life and accept that our choices matter precisely because they're absolute. Umm hmmm it's..well about finding purpose in our actions, even if they don't have some grand significance. I've done no light reading, that's for sure. But it makes you think about the weight of our decisions and the consequences they carry."

You lean in, interested in his ted-talk. It was hard to tell if this library meeting was a part of the script or not. Jun didn't seem to care, except he flashes his cat-like smile and shakes his head to move the strands off his eyes.

"So, what's your take on it? Do you think we're doomed to repeat our choices, or is there a way to escape that?" Your eyes flutter at his sudden inquiry.

Jun pauses, looking like he's on the verge of unraveling some grand philosophical revelation. "Well, my dear scholar, I'd say Kundera is onto something there. Life is a series of choices, and whether they're as monumental as deciding your major or as trivial as choosing a coffee flavor, they all weave this intricate tapestry of our existence." He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But hey, what's the fun in thinking we're 'doomed' to repeat them? If life were a play, wouldn't it be more entertaining to add some unexpected twists and ad-libs to the script?"

You nod, contemplating his words, but there's a flicker of something in your eyes, a hint of vulnerability. "You know, it's funny. I used to feel like I was stuck in this loop of making choices that didn't really matter to anyone but myself. It's like I was just an extra in someone else's blockbuster movie, always pushed to the background." You let out a self-deprecating laugh. "But maybe it's time to change that script, add some plot twists of my own."

Jun raises an eyebrow, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Ah, I see we're getting personal here. Care to share more about this movie you've been in?"

You chuckle, a mixture of bitterness and humor. "Well, it's a classic story. Girl meets guy, guy gets caught up in his own drama, and girl... well, she just ends up being the backdrop for his scenes. But who wants to be stuck in a supporting role forever, right?"

Jun offers a sympathetic smile, but there's an undercurrent of determination in his voice. "You're right. It's time for you to be the star of your own show. And hey, I'm here if you ever need a co-star or a script doctor." You chuckle and shoot Jun a wry look. "Oh, how generous of you to offer your co-starring services. Just remember, in my show, plot twists are the norm, and character development is questionable at best. Can you handle the chaos?"

He grins, undeterred. "I'm a method actor, ready to dive into any character's insanity. Done this once, will do it again in a heartbeat"

As you contemplate your response about the literature stories, you raise an eyebrow at him. "Well, Jun, when it comes to some of these short stories, I'd say they require a hefty dose of 'men logic.' You know, the kind that leaves everyone scratching their heads, just like trying to decipher a Hemingway novel. But hey, isn't that the fun of it all? With a playful smirk, you add, "Stay delusional, my friend. It suits you."

Ylu didng think jun's "costar" thing would manifest itself.

heads up: food mentions.

jun stumbles out of the bathroom, too asleep to think twice about the fact you're standing in his kitchen this morning. he stretches, rolling his shoulders back as his spine pops bit by bit, and meanders toward you. you don't say anything as jun wraps his arms around you, settling in like it's second nature to him.

"good morning," he mumbles, kissing the side of your head. you give one of his hands a gentle pat before you go back to making breakfast.

and then it clicks. you don't live here. he lifts his head, brows furrowed. when did you...? soonyoung's door is closed, but it wouldn't be the first time he's let you in and then face planted back into bed.

you seem to always know what he's thinking. "he let me in and went back to bed," you say. "good morning, jun." you turn, drawing him in for a soft kiss. you draw back enough, just to smile sweetly at him, "and happy birthday, my world."

he just smiles as he kisses you again. "thank you," he giggles. "can i stay here?"

"of course," you giggle. you turn back around to continue making breakfast for the three of you (jun thinks its cute that you always make a serving for soonyoung, just so he isn't left out). and jun just snuggles back in, completely happy as he holds you in his arms.