Ours - Junbob

xii. jiwon

A/N: I would make stories for every single ikon ship if I didn't want to write about ten million junbob stories

so, this chapter took a turn I didn't expect but you know, that's what happens when you don't plan out a story. have fun, I'll see you guys in the next oneee

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As the cold days didn't really start getting any warmer the further into January it got, Jiwon had been having mixed feelings for too long about him and Junhoe.

For one thing, hearing that Junhoe loved him? It was honestly all Jiwon ever wanted.

But on the other hand, it had only been a crisp two weeks and technically speaking, if they were playing it by the book, it was too early. Jiwon was by no means scared of commitment; no, he was more worried about the fact that Junhoe might not have meant it. Maybe he had said it just for the sake of saying it, or maybe it was borne out of a burst of excitement and wasn't genuine. Maybe he didn't mean it and he didn't even know that he didn't mean it. 

Jiwon knew for a fact that Junhoe wasn't an affectionate person and that line of thinking made all of his doubts easier and easier to believe. But...Jiwon would be okay with whatever at this point; his head was still reeling over the fact that he was simply dating Junhoe in the first place. Anything else didn't have to matter just yet.

"I was thinking," Junhoe said loudly that cold Sunday morning, breaking into the calm silence and Jiwon's head started to ache a little, "about going on a walk before work."

"That sounds nice," Jiwon answered lazily, toeing the door open before shuffling into Junhoe's room and handing him a mug of hot chocolate with a yawn. Junhoe hummed in gratitude, taking a sip but he almost choked in laughter when Jiwon face-planted beside him on the bed. 

"You okay?"

"Tired. Should've stayed in bed," Jiwon mumbled against the duvet, moving his head to the side so he could look up at Junhoe through half-closed eyes. "Why do you wanna walk?"

"I have this urge to wear my scarf like, right now. I don't know why."

"Your blue and white one?"

"Mhm. My mom knitted it when I was younger, and she made me promise to wear it at least once every year or an avalanche of snow would fall on me as karma."

"Your mother and I would totally get along, from what I've heard," Jiwon muttered, stretching out his arms and Junhoe smiled.

"Yeah, maybe."

Jiwon decided to close his eyes then, sinking into the bed ever-so-slightly. Only a minute passed before he heard a small clattering noise and then the bed started shifting, clearly meaning that Junhoe was moving and Jiwon thought he was going to leave because, well, why wouldn't he? But instead, the air around him got a lot warmer and he furrowed his eyebrows, cracking an eye open only to be face-to-face with Junhoe. "Oh. Hey."

"Hi," Junhoe replied, a shy smile on his lips and his cheeks kissed pink like early cherry blossom. And for a while, they just stared at each other and Jiwon couldn't help but think that this moment was probably his highlight of the week. Maybe of the whole month. His heart skipped a beat whenever he felt Junhoe's breath hit him which happened too much and Jiwon realised that he had missed being able to stare at Junhoe. He had been so caught up in everything else that he had sort of forgotten just how beautiful his boyfriend was and now that he had the chance to see it all and memorise it over and over again, he never wanted to stop.

"I've never really seen you this close," Junhoe tried and failed to whisper and Jiwon almost laughed—Junhoe had always been bad at trying to be quiet.