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enjxxl · 3 years

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|| jake x reader

genre : angst ; idol

pairing : idol!reader x idol!jake

warnings : crying ; reader is insecure about themselves : fluff towards the end if you squint hehe

word count : 2.2k

note : sorry for any miss spellings, i don't do any proof reading. also this is written to where corona never happened.

you never realized how hard it was after your debut, even harder than your trainee days. especially when you debuted through a survival show.

all throughout the survival show you were nervous if you would even make it to debut as you felt, compared to the other members on the show, you lacked talent. during the last episode of the show you had lost all hope as the members were being announced, your hope slowly going down the drain. and as you stood with one other person you felt it in you that you weren't going to debut. but as the last person was announced it hit with surprise. your name was announced. it all felt surreal to you and you couldn't believe what the judges had said. had they really said your name?

you had looked towards the other members standing to the side, grins on their faces as they motioned for you to join them. when it finally had hit you that you made it, you couldn't help but burst into tears as you thanked the judges for giving you the opportunity to debut and thanking all the fans who had voted for you.

now, as you sit in the waiting room after your debut stage you couldn't help but feel giddy. the sweat rolled down your face and down your back but you didn't particularly care, you were just happy you finally had the chance after the 5 years you had spent training and working for this day.

"how'd it feel, y/n," your manager sat down next to you as they scrolled through their phone, looking at what was next on the schedule.

"surreal," you sighed out, the exhaustion rolling through you in one hit. as much as you loved the feeling of performing and seeing all your smiling fans you couldn't help but loath the exhaustion that came with it.

"glad to hear, next on the schedule is a variety show so get ready for that," your manager walked out leaving you by yourself in the small room. because you were the only girl in your group, you had to use a separate waiting room from the rest of the boys but you were honestly glad as it gave a moment of peace from their loud and bubbly personalities.

you finished getting ready for the next schedule and walked out with your manager when he had come back to get you. you had dressed down in comfier clothing as you knew you were just going to change again as soon as you got to the other building.

"y/n! i can't wait to watch the performance of us tonight!" you met up with the other boys as you walked out of the building and you agreed with the tall boy. jake, the tall boy, was the first person you had made a connection with during the survival show. you were thankful that jake was the first since he had helped you all throughout the show. when you were struggling with anything, jake was always their to help you. you were growing so fond of the boy that you couldn't help but slowly grow feelings for him. of course you would never be able to tell him since you were both in the same group but you couldn't help what your heart was feeling for him. you knew you had a 0% chance with him and as much as it hurt to admit and come to terms with, it was better that way.

"i bet it caught you stepping on my foot, jake," you couldn't help but scold him and slap his arm as during the performance he had stepped on your foot twice.

"it was an accident," he pouted, rubbing his arm. you smiled at him and gave him a side hug while you walked outside the building, not noticing the cheeky smile he had given you as you wrapped your arm around him. however, what you had not expected as soon as you walked out was to be bombarded, the flashing lights shocked you and blinded you for a few seconds as you instinctively hid behind one of your members, burying your face behind his back so as to not be blinded again. you were pushed and pulled from every direction as you tried to hold onto him but you were soon separated from the other boys the only thing holding back the fans were two bodyguards, one on each side. you lifted your head and continued walking, trying hard not to stumble and fall from the blinding lights.

your heart race picked up as you kept walking as it felt like it was taking forever to get to the van which wasn't even parked far away from the building you were exiting. when you finally made it into the car you threw yourself inside and sat next to a worried jake.

"hey, you ok? who would've thought it would already be like this," he looked at you, a worried expression on your face as you breathed a sigh of a relief as you saw all seven of them in the car as well.

"yeah, im fine, i just got lost in there," you sunk yourself into the car seat as the van started driving to the next destination. the other members gave you worried expressions and after reassuring them once more they all either went to looking at their phones or sleeping during the short car ride.

the only one who never looked away was jake. he noticed your shaking hands as you held them trying to not make it too obvious you were so shaken up about what had just happened. he grabbed your hand in his rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand to help calm you down.

"i'm ok, really," you whispered out the reassurance but you honestly didn't know who exactly you were trying to reassure, jake or yourself.

the rest of the schedules wrapped up nicely and as you all arrived at the dorm you immediately went into your room, throwing yourself onto your bed. you were exhausted from the first day of jam packed schedules and all you wanted to do was rest as you had to be up in only a couple of hours. the dorm was filled with busy sounds as all the members caught up with each other before it finally died down as everyone had been tired and wanted to rest.

as exhausted as you were, you were anxious. the debut performance was finally up and you wanted to see what the reactions were so naturally you had searched up the performance. you watched the performance one time all the way through, beaming at your members. they all looked so good and you did in fact notice the camera was able to get in frame jake stepping onto your foot not only once but twice. you giggled to yourself as you saw your face scrunch up slightly in pain and jake showed a shocked expression. it only lasted for a second as the camera cut to a different shot but it was still a funny moment you caught.

your nervousness amped up as you scrolled through the comments, most of them were positive but there were a few that stood out to you.

sh**** commented

why did hybe even let a girl like that debut? she has no talent and she's so unattractive. ridiculous.

ex****** commented

the other members must be embarrassed to have a girl like her in the group, her dancing sucks and her vocals are non existent how is she even a main vocal???

even though there were more positive comments about the performance you couldn't help but let the negative comments get to you. tears welled up in the corner of your eyes and they finally started dropping as you kept reading the comments. all the negative comments were about you. your mind couldn't help but blur all the words together in your mind ; talentless, embarrassing, unfit, untalented. it was all overwhelming and you couldn't help the sob that left your mouth. you covered your mouth, looking up towards the door and waiting in silence for a few seconds to make sure no one was coming and let the tears flow down your face.

thinking about all the events that unfolded earlier in the day, you couldn't help but feel engulfed with all the emotions you had kept inside of you throughout the day. you had looked forward to your debut for years and even though you enjoyed being around your members and you know you had fans that accepted you and loved you but it still hurt to know you had so many who hated you.

a knock at the door halted your running thoughts and put them on pause as you looked up, finding a concerned jake peeking through the door.

"y/n? what's wrong, oh my god are you ok?" you were stilled in shock, not expecting jake to suddenly come knocking at your door. he came in kneeling down to your level and grabbing your face in his hands.

"i thought you were asleep," you muttered up a response as you tried to wipe your tears, failing in the process as even more tears fall down.

"hey hey, you're doing ok. i promise," jake tried wiping your tears but his efforts were in vain as his fingers were being drenched with your tears. as soon as those words left his mouth you couldn't but let out a sob as the weight of his words hit you. you didn't feel like you were doing ok and the thoughts went from still to running again.

jake, seeing that his words only made it worse, wrapped his arms around you whispering even more encouraging words in your ear. you wrapped your own arms around him and crumbled in his embrace.

"they don't like me jake, maybe i'm really not fit to be in enhypen," you stuttered out your feelings. once jake wrapped his arms around you, you knew it was over. jake knew how to make you weak and he knew how to make you vulnerable without him even trying. you hated how he could see through you but you were also grateful. grateful that even if he didn't reciprocate the same emotions as you did, all you really needed was his presence.

"i don't know what's going on behind that pretty little head of yours but i need you to know that you are fit for enhypen. it may not seem like it but we all need you and enhypen wouldn't be enhypen without you. you are perfect the way you are," jake always knew just the right words to make you feel at peace. your thoughts finally stopped and dispersed, his words filling the earlier negative ones.

"thank you, jake i don't know what i would do without you," you hugged him tighter than before and you both finally let go of each other, him wiping the last few tears off of your face.

"how about we get some sleep? we have to be up in a few so let's get as much rest as we can," you agreed with him and you both got up. he left your room not long after and you swiftly got into bed, pulling the covers up to your shoulders, the only thing peeping out from under the blanket was your head. not long after jake had left, he came barging back in, scaring you as you were just about to fall asleep. you watched as he laid a blanket and a pillow down on the floor next to your bed, getting under the blanket and resting his head on the pillow. you looked up at you as you were peeking over the bed and gave you a smile.

"what are you doing?" you whispered.

"im sleeping right here, i don't want you alone on your first night after debut and plus, everyone else has a roomate anyway," he gave you one last glance before closing his eyes and getting comfortable on the floor. why did he always know what to do? why did he always make you feel special?

you ignored your fast beating heart and laid back down in your own bed. after a few minutes of silence you still laid awake, staring at the ceiling of your room.

"jake?"

"hmm?"

"can i hold your hand?" you let your hand rest over the side of your bed as the weight of your words settled into the quiet night and you couldn't help but get nervous. you didn't know why you were getting so bold but you wanted to be comforted and held. and holding hands was close enough.

after a few seconds you finally felt his hands grip yours tightly and you felt his warmth comfort you in mere seconds. it wasn't long before you had fallen asleep, your body shifting closer towards the edge of the bed so you could hold jake's hand more comfortably. jake, however, had not succumbed to the night, him looking up at you as he let out a sigh.

"what do i do, y/n? i really like you."

#enhypen x y/n #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #jay scenarios #jake sim #jake shim #jake x reader #jake enhypen x reader

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ary-se · 4 years

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Heater || Juza/Reader

wrote this in a rush before pulling in buzama banner,, was super busy so it slipped off my mind:---) if i still don't get him, at least he actually comes home in this fic,, but in a completely different sense so i don't think it counts ;-((((

edit: game is still on itaru banner but hey,, gotta do it early 😌✌

word count: 2.5k

"I'm home." Juza muttered under his breath, softly closing the door behind him as to not make any noise. He greeted to no one, being completely aware that he would not receive any sort of response in return, knowing to himself that he got home hours late compared to the time he usually arrives.

Slipping off his shoes that you got him for his promotion half a year ago, he gingerly placed them next to your own pair of heels that you used nearly everyday for work, subconsciously remembering that it was the same pair he bought you for your birthday. In the back of his mind, he wondered when was the last time he stayed silent as he entered his own home, waiting for somebody else to welcome him back before he finally decides to announce his own appearance.

During the first weeks of moving in together, it was hard for you to tell whenever Juza got home—almost every action of his barely made noise whatsoever, right from his numerous attempts on unlocking the door with his own set of keys down to his footsteps as he walks to the living room. It wasn't wrong to say that it kind of felt like an innocent child trying to sneak in somebody else's house, but in reality that wasn't the case at all. That time, your only basis of knowing when he arrives is the time he leaves work and how long it took for him to drive home.

"You better say you're home when you get back from work next time! That way I don't get a heart attack when I see you out of nowhere!" You lightly scolded him once, the panic still completely evident in your features. It was when you were preparing both of your lunches for the next day—you were too deep in thought while keeping yourself busy that turning around and bumping your head directly to his chest nearly made you scream. It didn't exactly help when you learned a few questions later that he has been standing behind you for a few minutes already.

"...Sorry." He quietly apologized, not knowing what else to say right after you reprimanded him. It wasn't his intention to make you feel that way—the reason why he never tried to make anyone acknowledge his presence in the first place is because he didn't want to be a bother. That was why when he realized that you were getting concerned over an issue that he was unconsciously avoiding for the longest time, he already started to weigh the consequences of his own actions.

Juza is so used to putting himself down, degrading his own existence—it was to the point that the notion of other people aside from his family openly welcoming his presence was such a foreign concept to him. If he was being completely honest, he does not have the slightest idea on how he is supposed to feel when that happens, and he doesn't like it one bit. Juza wants to be able to at least show that he is more than capable of feeling appreciation, gratitude like normal people do, however his mindset built from constant self-humiliation holds him back from doing so.

While Juza does not exactly find the thought of his presence being acknowledged as something he is comfortable with, it's an idea he would gladly take pleasure in—as much as possible, he prefers to get used to it, especially if it meant being able to indulge himself into the simple joys of life with you by his side.

From that moment forward, there wasn't a day when he doesn't utter the words "I'm home".

For the first few times, the words were undeniably stiff and iffy coming from his own lips. He sounded incredibly awkward, as if he was forced into saying those particular words. After a week or two, you told him that he doesn't have to say it every time if he really is uncomfortable—you were starting to feel guilty that you had a momentary outburst over something that truly didn't matter in the end. It wasn't even a problem to begin with; there was nothing to fix, so why were you making a big deal out of it?

"No, it's fine." Juza simply shakes his hand in response, rubbing circles to the small of your back to reassure you that he totally meant what he said. His expression gradually steeled into determination as he answered, a huge contrast to his hesitant features from earlier. It was as if he is completely resolved to improve himself even in the smallest ways possible, a way of paying you back for your consideration and patience towards him despite his reputation. Juza believes he still doesn't deserve that kind of treatment from you no matter how many times you comforted him, saying that wasn't the case at all.

Soon enough, Juza was able to say those words comfortably—they roll out from his tongue much more easily than before, as if he has been saying it his whole life. Those words were always spoken out the moment he steps in the house, admittedly expectant of the usual "Welcome back!" from you.

That small exchange became the norm whenever the both of you were back from work. It may appear trivial to other people due to how common those pleasantries are between people who live together, but it held an important meaning to the both of you. It somehow signified the moment you opened up to each other, which was beyond the act of sharing secrets and making memories together—it was far from that. The change of the dynamic between the two of you after that was almost indistinguishable, but it's definitely there. And you're absolutely sure he noticed it, too.

He said those words so much and so often that he soon made a habit out of it. After some time, it didn't really matter to him if you responded or not—the latter solely implies that you were already fast asleep, which normally happens when he comes home late like today.

Juza took off his coat and slowly hung it on the rack, carefully tiptoeing his way to the dark as to not make any unnecessary noise. He prepared himself for the moment he is going to shiver from the room temperature—it is often cold downstairs in the middle of the night, Juza is painfully aware of this because of his occasional snacking on sweets whenever he wakes up during the ungodly hours. That happens more often than he would like to admit, and although he tries to keep quiet about his midnight kitchen raids, you will find out the next morning anyways.

Really... how would it not be awfully obvious, when you swore that you brought home a dozen of cupcakes from work without eating a single piece, only for half of them to suddenly disappear the moment you wake up?

Juza didn't fail to notice how the floor was unusually warm in the middle of the night, the current room temperature more comfortable than he anticipated. The heater isn't supposed to be turned on around this time—that rule is applicable to all of the rooms in the house except the master bedroom, that is.

Did you forget to turn it off before going to sleep?

He let out a curious hum as he approached the dining room. This was one of the rare days when he was too tired to even think of getting some sweets from the fridge—he should turn off the heater first before he retires for the night by your side. That was his only plan, at least not until he picked up soft, muffled voices from the living room. He doesn't recall you texting him earlier about having any visitors, and even if you did, it still doesn't make sense when all the lights were turned off.

Puzzled, he took a peek at the living room in order to figure out what was going on, his confusion getting the best of him.

To Juza's surprise, the voices he heard were coming from the television. It was running the old season of a variety show that he recalled got you way too invested, you eventually felt the need to record all of its episodes during the weekdays. It was the same series you binge watch every Friday night when you're off work with nothing to worry about for the next day.

Most of the time, if not all, Juza joins in your marathon just for the sake of it, and as time passes he unwittingly gets as engrossed as you. It was to the extent that his normal sleeping schedule that he has miraculously maintained for years started to get messed up during weekends. Gradually losing track of time, he always stayed up with you to watch all the recent episodes non-stop, at least that was the case until the last recording finishes playing. Almost every marathon ends with the both of you being panicky despite the sleepiness invading your systems, dawning into the unfortunate realization that the sun is about to rise in a few hours.

You were asleep on the sofa, your body using up majority of the space as you faced the dimly-lit screen. The soft breathings were barely audible, your chest rising and falling rhythmically with the low-volumed beats of the advertisement running on the television. You wore your pair of oversized purple polka-dotted pajamas, the ones you claimed that were definitely not your favorite—pretty doubtful however, considering that you always wore that specific pair of pajamas first and foremost whenever you finish doing the laundry.

The locks of your hair splayed messily on the throw pillows behind you, your figure tightly hugging a certain bolster pillow that Juza swore you brought downstairs from the master bedroom. You didn't fall asleep on purpose, which was apparent from one of your arms awkwardly stretching over your head, your hand dangling on the side of the sofa.

Juza shook his head in resignation. You're going to complain about your shoulder being stiff tomorrow if you stay that way, idiot.

He silently went his way towards your side, fully intent on fixing your position so he would be able to properly carry you to your side of the bed, all while doing his best not to disturb you on your peaceful slumber. Before he could do any of that however, he stopped right in front of your resting figure, kneeling eye-level to your face as he closely observed your relaxed expression.

The soft glow of the television highlighted every contour on your features. The wrinkles between your eyebrows were growing more prominent from the emotional strain you were experiencing at times. Just a few nights ago, Juza recalled you ranting to him about the things that happened to you at work, the frustration in your voice clearly building up as you spoke. The same wrinkles on your forehead creased, your eyebrows digging deeper in every single word you uttered. It wasn't like you to blow up, so Juza figured it was something serious—he will still listen to you either way, regardless if what you'll say is of great importance, or just pure nonsense that came out of nowhere.

You need a good rest, the stress was clearly taking a toll on you—you deserve to take a break more than he does. That was why the last thing he expected to see today is you waiting for him.

Juza sighed. It wasn't necessary for you to do this.

He already texted you that he was most likely going home late due to mishaps in his workplace, which was indirectly a gentle reminder that you did not have to wait for him to come home. Juza always got home in a particular hour so whenever he had to work overtime, the unavoidable guilt always weighed heavily in his chest. He appreciates the fact that you always understood his actions, no matter what the reason was behind it.

"You didn't have to wait." Juza immediately told you as soon as he saw you still downstairs—it was when he got home late for the first time. That time, you also fell asleep in the living room while waiting for him to come back with your phone on your chest—you left the screen turned on by accident, displaying the text messages you and Juza shared. There was a recent message of him telling you to go to sleep, though it remained unread as you were out like a light before you even had the chance to see it.

"I know." You replied drowsily, your tone impulsively confident as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. Juza sent you an inquisitive gaze as you yawned on the sofa, stretching your arms to relieve the soreness of your body from falling asleep in another odd position. Your sleep-addled brain refused to let you think of a good response despite all that, so with all of your remaining energy that night, you gave him a lazy smile as you peeked at him through your drooping eyelids. "But I wanted to."

Your sincere but somehow dopy response told him that this wouldn't be the last time you'll be doing this—he is positive you'll attempt to stay awake if he is once again unable to leave work on time. If he was being completely honest, he felt bad whenever you did that—it wasn't his intention to trouble you by sacrificing hours of sleep for him, which he was sure you definitely needed.

That simple act that you did so often didn't make him less grateful of your patience towards him. If anything, it just gave him more reasons to love you, even though the list is already longer than necessary, ranging from your tiniest, adorable habits to the considerate, thoughtful personality of yours—it was frankly a complete difference to how you managed to draw him in by brute force.

Juza knew right from the start how stubborn you were when it comes to things that mattered to you, so whenever he has to go home late, he is subconsciously aware that you'll pay no heed on what he said about not having to wait for him. Even though that's the case, every time he arrives really late at night, your sleeping figure always manages to catch him off-guard.

"You didn't have to wait." Juza whispered, a soft smile crawling its way onto his lips. His hand instinctively reached out to your cheek, something he typically did before he goes to sleep every night. A part of him was unwilling to pull away, his touch lingering much longer than usual—he stayed like that for a few more moments, barely noticing your free hand extending to his.

"Juza?"

Your eyed opened, clearly in a daze as you stared at him absentmindedly. He only hummed in acknowledgement, observing your eyes shining from the brightness of the television screen. Despite waking up moments ago, you still find it in yourself to lace your fingers together with his, your expression crinkling from the beam forming on your lips. "Welcome back."

He gives your hand a light squeeze. "I'm home."

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dalgonachan · 5 years

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Pairwork

pairing: Jun x reader genre: fluff warnings: swearing prompt: Jun may be your best friend and ultimate crush, but he's your worst nightmare when it comes to projects word count: 2624

"(Y/n), wake up." You feel a weight on your shoulder shaking you awake.

Yawning, you groggily lift your head from your arms and try to make sense of your surroundings. "Oh frick, I fell asleep. How long was I out?"

"Half an hour." Your best friend, Jun, tells you.

"What?! Junhui!" You scold him. "That's so much time wasted!"

The two of you were in the library, working on a project due by the end of the week. Apparently, you had accidentally fallen asleep in the middle of doing so.

"Hey, it's not my fault you're difficult to wake up. Besides, you looked so peaceful and adorable." He teased, a mischievous smile adorning his features.

"What do you mean adorable? I'm pretty sure I look sleep-deprived." You say, rubbing your eyes before getting right back to work.

"Well, maybe it's time you cut down on your caffeine intake and fix your sleep schedule. It's bad to stay up late all the time, you know." He nags, earning a death glare from you.

It really pissed you off that Junhui dared to talk about your caffeine intake and non-existent sleep schedule. First of all, those two weren't even the main reasons as to why you were losing so much sleep lately. The real problem was Wen Junhui. He's a great friend, you could never deny that, but boy, was he such a terrible person to work with at projects. Junhui always had your back and you could count on him any time for anything. You loved him very much for that. Unfortunately, it was a terrible disaster that a friend like him would turn out to be a useless partner and freeloader.

"I would have a sleep schedule in the first place if only someone was helpful in making our research study." You snarked, still glaring daggers at him.

"Hey! I help!" Jun shoves you playfully, but that doesn't lighten up your mood because you shove him back harder that he nearly falls off his chair.

"No, you don't! Proofreading and editing isn't help!" You bark, turning back to your laptop screen to ignore him. If he wasn't going to continue the project with you right now, you might as well get on with it yourself.

"Yes, it is. Do you know how many grammatical and punctuation errors you make in a single paragraph? I get a migraine with every mistake I see." He teased.

Oh, the nerve. How shameless of him. That alone was more than enough to make you collide your fist with his arm. Junhui yelped upon the painful contact, rubbing the spot you mercilessly punched.

"That's because I'm the one doing everything even if it's supposed to be pairwork! So it's all of my energy being used up! Therefore, you have no right to speak against my efforts." You argue, hoping this would finally get him to shut up and help out.

"Jeez, I'm sorry. What do you want me to do then?" Jun innocently asks.

"Oh my god, Wen Junhui. You're my best friend and all and I love you, but you are such a pain in the ass." Truth be told. No doubt you were madly in love with the fool, but your fuse was quickly running out the more time he spent not contributing. "Do you know how aggravating it is to see your name in the honors list?! Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of you, okay? But I can't help but also feel so cheated because I'm doing all the work here and you're privileged with brains to get all the good marks, but you're actually so fucking useless. I'm sorry if I offend you, but let me just be honest for once!"

You run your fingers through your hair but stop halfway to grab a handful of locks to tug on. Although you were glowing red, you couldn't be sure about whether you pulled your hair out of anger or regret from saying that. Indeed you were irked about the current situation, but deep inside your anxiety was gnawing on every inch of your body, mind, and soul. The longer the deafening silence between the both of you lasted, the more you dreaded what was bound to happen. You were afraid Jun was hurt by your words that he might end up ditching you on the project, however, that didn't compare to the amount of fear you felt that he probably didn't want to be friends with you anymore after all you've said. The second presumption was worse, considering the feelings you harbored for him over the years.

"What? Don't you have anything to say for yourself? Care to explain why you're freeloading?" Stubborn as you were, you still weren't ready to give up on arguing about the research paper.

"Let's take this outside," Jun says, motioning his head to the other people in the library who were giving you foul looks.

Your body went cold with embarrassment as you realized the disturbance you were causing. Rising from your seat, you packed your things and exited the library while being followed by stares that felt like needles pricking your back. Once you and Jun were a good distance from the doors of the library, he began rambling.

"(Y/n), I'm really sorry. You know how busy I am training at Pledis! I swear you're not the only one without a sleep schedule. They don't let us go home unless we've already perfected the tasks they set for us daily. It doesn't matter if we starve or stay overtime. Don't even get me started about consequences." He was being genuinely apologetic, your heart twinged with guilt for calling him useless.

A long, breathy sigh escapes your lips. As much as you wanted to sympathize with Junhui, the project was still at stake, so you stood firm on your ground.

"Alright, I hear you and I'm sorry for the outburst. I don't mean everything I said, but no matter how reasonable your point is, it still doesn't justify you leaving me to do everything. At least do what's left of the study if you still want your name on the paper."

"Yes, I understand. I mean I do see how unfair I was being to you. I'm sorry about that. You deserve to have grades better than mine." Jun says, making your guilt sink in even deeper.

"Hey, don't say that! You still have time to start on it, so don't give up yet. Besides, you won't let me do it all alone, would you?" You tease, nudging his side with your elbow.

He looks up at the sky in thought while tapping his chin. "Hmmm... depends. I mean we are getting a lot busier since we're preparing for our debut."

You send another punch to his arm.

"That's it. I'm taking your name off." You say and stomp off.

He catches up to you and hooks an arm around your shoulder. "You can't do that! You love me."

He said it teasingly, but you can hear the fear hidden in his voice.

"Unfortunately, you're completely correct." You sigh and roll your eyes, a light blush dusting your cheeks as you try to shrug his arm off. "But I can still change my mind."

Junhui could only let out a nervous laugh.

It was the night before the submission of your research paper and you were panicking. Thankfully, Junhui lived up to his word and did his part within the past few days. Albeit his change of heart, the study was still nowhere near accomplishment. For the final touches, he came to your house so both of you could pull an all-nighter and cram the rest of the study together. Of course, it couldn't be helped that you were getting sleepier by the second. Junhui didn't fail to notice how you were slowly fading in and out of consciousness by how closely your head was getting to the keyboard.

"Why don't you sleep for a while? I'll handle the rest." He spoke up for the first time in hours, surprising you awake.

"No, this is pairwork!" You defiantly decline his offer, immediately getting back to work.

"Yeah, pairwork that I've been avoiding for so long. It's okay, I'll take it from here. You've already done so much." He urged. The way Jun's eyes looked straight into yours gave you the feeling he was convincing you to trust him.

"Hmmm..." you ponder on it, quite hesitant on choosing to sleep on the project and let Junhui take charge of it. "I don't know. I'll just make myself another cup of coffee."

Before you could even take a step out of your bed, Junhui was quick to stop you.

"No! You've already had seven in the past six hours!" He scolded sternly, but you could hear the concern in his tone.

"So?! I've had way more on other days." You reason out stubbornly. "I need to work."

"Fine. How about we do shifts?" Junhui was unwilling to surrender. "How about you sleep as I continue this for an hour, then I'll wake you up and you continue. Sounds like a deal?"

He gave off his best grin and you couldn't help but notice how he was evidently in need of sleep as well. The circles around his eyes were growing darker and his movements were becoming lethargic. Could this boy really last one more hour? You didn't give much thought since it wasn't like you had enough brain cells to think of a better deal.

"Deal. But just one hour, okay?!" You held up a single finger centimeters before his face while glaring at him wide-eyed.

"Promise." He swats your hand away.

"You better." You say threateningly as you snuck into the comfort of your pillows and blanket.

Turns out, Junhui had no plans on waking you up. Your eyes shot open as you heard his voice wake you from what seemed like a very deep slumber. The first thing you felt was panic.

"Time to go." He smiled down at you cheekily and you had to fight off the impulse to slap him.

"Why didn't you wake me up?! What happened to the deal?!" You hopped off your bed and checked the time on your phone. It read 6:15 a.m. Classes were about to begin in an hour and fifteen minutes and the research output was due before lunch period. "Did you finish it?!"

At this point, it didn't matter anymore if you weren't there to help Junhui wrap up the rest of the study. Right now, you just needed something to submit. This time, compliance was at stake.

"Even printed it." His cheeky smile grows even wider as he holds up the thick stack of papers.

You could tell he was sleep-deprived by how unruly his hair and clothes were. Nevertheless, he still looked handsome as ever.

Come on, brain. I know you just came from sleep, but I need you to clear up and function properly.

You let out a sigh of relief. Guess this boy isn't completely useless after all.

A while later, you and Jun were prepared to leave for school. Luckily, your dad offered to drive you there since you were running out of time. Throughout the whole ride, you were double-checking the papers out of paranoia, in case there were any missing data or typographical errors.

"What else are you looking for? I swear to you I put everything in there." Jun whined.

"Just double-checking," you replied. "One can never be sure."

"Ouch." He held a hand to his heart, feigning hurt. "Don't you trust me?"

With a scoff, you said, "You're the reason I have trust issues."

There could be nothing else more dramatic than him faking an offended gasp.

By the time you and Jun reached the classrooms after your dad had dropped you off, you've already double-checked the papers about five times. It was perfect and you couldn't be more grateful for Jun's help. Since you still had time to spare before the first period started, you suggested turning in your project to which Jun agreed to do.

The teacher was quite pleased with your early submission that he offered to give you bonus points if your study was excellently made. That enough initiated a surge of joy throughout your whole being, you couldn't be sure if the smile on your face was ever going away.

"Hey, you're not so bad after all." You say, bumping Jun with your shoulder.

"Really, that's how you thank me?" He childishly pouted at you. "Why do you keep hurting me, huh? My heart can only take so much."

You roll your eyes and bump into him even harder that he stumbles away. "Ugh, stop it you, drama queen. If it makes you feel any better, I am really grateful for your collaboration and service. You are the best groupmate anyone could ever ask for."

"Awww! Thanks, (Y/n)!" He places his arm around your shoulder. "But let's be honest. You're the real MVP."

You laugh, shaking your head. "Shut up, idiot. We did it together and that's what matters."

"Nahhh... I still feel like you did like ninety-nine percent of it. But anyway, sorry for being a freeloader. I hope I can make it up to you." He looks over at you timidly and you couldn't help but find him looking so cute.

"Junhui, what the heck are you even saying?" You chuckle. "You helped me and that's already enough. If anything, I'm sorry I was mean to you over the project. Maybe I should make it up to you."

"No." He responded. "I should be the one making up for my shortcomings both as a partner and friend."

"Oh, come on." You got out of his grip and faced him with your arms crossed. "Don't you want anything?"

Judging by the tone of your voice, you were willing to offer literally anything. Eyes squinted and lips pursed, Jun put extra careful thought into it... or at least he pretended to.

With a smirk, he looked straight at you and said, "Go out with me."

It took you a while to process the words he had just uttered. Taken aback with astonishment, you blinked at him with wide eyes as your cheeks burned a poppy color. Jun immediately turned shy, contrary to his previous bout of confidence from seconds ago.

"Look, I know it's probably such a bad timing to confess, but I've liked you for the longest time. Come on, just one date. Pleeeeeaaaase?" He put on his best puppy eyes and begged with his hands clasped together. Of course, you couldn't resist that.

"Before I answer that, I'd like to say I don't think it's such a bad timing to confess because you know what?" You return the same smirk he gave you a while ago. "I've liked you for the longest time, too. Sure, I'll go on a date with you."

"Wahhhh, thank you so much!" An overly gleeful Jun engulfed you into a bone-crushing hug while hopping. When he let go, he pumped his fist into the air triumphantly as you giggled at his little celebration.

"But just to be clear, you're not doing this so I don't get mad in case our research paper gets a low mark, right?" You raise a brow while pointing an accusing finger at him.

"No, but I'm sure you'll end up getting mad at me one way or another." Jun huffed.

Chuckling, you loop your arm with his. "You know me so well."

"Uh, yeah duh." He rolled his eyes.

With that, both of you finally returned to your classroom in time for the first subject to begin.

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