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145. SVT Jun - Kiss It Better

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Prompt: #57 + #96 for anon – "I never meant to hurt you." + "Come here, I'll give you a hug."

Anonymous said:

hey chelle! are you still accepting requests for your youxidol drabble game? if you are then can i please get number #57 with #96 for seventeen's jun? thank you so much!☺️

Pairing: Wen Junhui x reader

Genre: friends to lovers

Warnings: none

Word count: 1166

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"To the left," he directed, moving slowly towards that part of the room, watching out for you since you were walking backwards whilst carrying your end of the bookshelf. Jun then nodded. "Okay, we're there. Gently, gently."

"I know how to put it down safely, Jun," you remarked, letting go of the bookshelf a little higher than your friend anticipated. He gaped at you and you shrugged in response, wiping your palms on your jeans before stepping around him. He turned and watched as you headed for the exit. "Come on, slowpoke, we don't have all day to move you into this apartment!"

Jun wondered if asking you to help him was a good idea now. Of course, as his longest friend, you wouldn't disagree about giving up your Saturday to help him move homes, but he should have expected you would be eager to get it done too. Following you out to the trailer where the rest of his belongings were, you gestured to the bed. "Let's do this next."

"It makes more sense to remove everything else since it's all around it," Jun mentioned with a shake of his head and you groaned.

"If we leave the bed until last, will we have enough energy left to lift it inside? I think not. Come on, with a little wriggling, it'll come out easily. I'll climb up into the trailer and push it out. Deal?"

"I still think-" Before he could refute your idea, you were already up in the trailer, swinging under the cage bar and scooting over the top of his desk. Jun lurched forward at your reckless approach, unsure if he was more worried about you or his belongings in the process. "Just be careful!"

"Of course, who do you take me for?!" you cried from in amongst his stuff, reappearing from behind the bed smugly. "Alright, I'm going to push it up and over the bar. Get ready to catch it for me."

"Y/N, just go really slow."

"I know what I'm doing!"

"Yes, but this bed will be heavy and I don't want to end up – OW!"

With a shriek, you peered around the side of the base, gasping when you found Jun holding one hand on the bed and the other over his face. You bounced up and down in the trailer in your frazzled state and Jun hissed at you for shaking the bed even harder. "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I thought you had it!"

"Well, I didn't until my face caught its fall," he grumbled, lowering his hand enough to glare at you. Despite the pain, he composed himself and took hold of the base with both hands. "Okay, this time go really slow."

You didn't shoot back a response, slowly edging the base out until you were both free from the trailer and able to take it inside. You were silent as you listened to his instructions, setting it down in his bedroom and then immediately came to his side, worriedly examining his face. You gasped. "Oh no, you've started to swell! I never meant to hurt you, are you okay?!"

For a moment, he merely stared at you and then shrugged, turning away before your expression made him feel any warmer. He was used to your bold, confident personality. But whenever you softened, it made his insides mush together. He didn't want to admit for a long time now, he had hoped your friendship would blossom into something more.

You didn't let him walk off as he planned, your hand reaching out for his forearm. Moving in front of him again, you focused on his right cheek where most of the pain resided, expression troubled. And then without any warning, your lips pressed to his cheek, a hand now on his shoulder to balance your sudden movement. Despite not expecting your gesture, Jun reached out to support you as you stood on the top of your toes, your lips falling from his cheek just as fast as they touched it.

His skin burned.

"Wha-what was that for?" he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck when you stepped out of his arms.

You were equally as affected, giggling awkwardly. "Well, my Mum always used to kiss my booboos better, right? I figured since I caused it, I should kiss it better for you."

Jun didn't reply and you grew further uncomfortable. "I'm sure it will stop stinging now, right?! Anyway, we better get back to it."

Spinning around hastily, you went to leave the room but caught your foot on the base of the bed, soon catapulting into the wall across from you with a thud.

And then all was silent.

"Are you alright?" Jun enquired, stopping when you held out an embarrassed hand in warning. He chuckled. "Do you want me to kiss it better?"

"Nope!"

"How about a hug? Come here, I'll give you one."

Shaking your head, you leapt away from the wall and smiled briefly. "I'm fine! Don't worry about me!"

You headed out of the bedroom and Jun followed, catching you before you stepped back outside. Wrapping his arms around you from behind, he then rested his head on your shoulder. "My cheek hurts."

"I'm not going to say what hurts on me," you murmured and he glanced at your reddened face. "You're definitely not kissing me there."

He noticed the way you held your chest and Jun chuckled, stepping in front of you and smiled. "How about I try anyway?"

"No, I-"

Softly, he captured your lips in his own, pressing into them before moving languidly. He didn't want to be too fast with the kiss, worried you might freak out. Instead, he knew when you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer that you were more than happy with this embrace. He smiled against you and you couldn't help the giggle that erupted within the kiss.

"Do you feel better now?" he asked when he pulled away, heaving in a deep breath.

You frowned, contemplating an answer. "Well, I'm not too sure."

"Need me to kiss you better again?" he offered and you tried to remain nonchalant, your eyes letting him know otherwise. You wanted more. And he couldn't help but feel empowered by it.

Except this time, the kiss deepened and he knocked his cheek against your face right when you hissed about your chest pressing too much into his body. Falling apart, you laughed at each other. "Maybe we need something more traditional to feel better. Do you have any Ibuprofen?"

"Should we go get some when we stop for lunch?" Jun suggested and you nodded, both heading out to the trailer and eying all of his belongings tiredly. "But first we need to move all of this."

"I guess until we get medicine, we'll just have to keep treating one another to keep the pain at bay, right?"

He smiled. "If that's our only option, I'm not going to complain."

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