Ship/Member: Jun/Yanan (Pentagon) Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: modern/college au, childhood friends, confession Permission to remix: Yes
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A/N: title from "star" - loona. op I don't know your level of familiarity with junan but reading this prompt i could think of no one else jun would unprompted (haha) want to share the depths of his mind with... hope it is enjoyable!
Yanan has trained his ears well, so when Junhui sneaks up behind him in the library he doesn’t let out a shriek that gets them kicked out.
“You’re no fun,” Junhui whines after Yanan turns around, unamused, but he quickly restores the grin on his face to offer a new proposition. “No more studying.”
“Do you have something different to offer today?”
Yanan doubts that he does. Just this month Junhui has ambushed him in a similar manner four or five separate times, trying to cajole him away from doing research work in the peace and quiet of the third floor, all to do something pointless like loiter in a grocery store. Terrible friend, he is. But he’s been Yanan’s for half his life and nothing short of a nuclear disaster is likely to change that.
Junhui pulls up a chair and sits too close, elbowing away a mathematics textbook Yanan had open in an attempt to brainwash himself into reviewing it. “Of course I do,” he answers, and the offense in his voice is all for show. “I always do.”
“You know,” Yanan says, “I really don’t understand how you manage to find me every time I’m in the middle of something. The library is a large place.”
“You’re predictable, Yanan.” Junhui ruffles his hair. “You like the third floor because it’s in between the freshmen doing group work after a bubble tea run and the fifth where if you so much as drop a pen on the floor twenty eyes will stare at you like owls. And you like to sit next to the window because you get to people watch when you get sick of pretending to be productive.”
“Huh,” Yanan says. Junhui is shockingly on the mark for someone who’s never been told any of this. Outside a cyclist speeds through the rain past the closest lamppost, the sidewalks otherwise devoid in the aftermath of the midterms solstice, so to speak. Both of them are supposed to have graduated from worrying about that, literally, but Yanan had made the horrible decision of signing on for a master’s, and the teaching assistance is sort of non-negotiable. Junhui, of course, has no business being here at all, which brings them both back to the original question.
“So,” Junhui continues. “Are you ready to listen to what I have to say?”
Yanan sighs, checking his watch. “You see, I haven’t exactly accomplished anything in the time since you got here.”
“Just this once, Yanan,” Junhui demands, and his eyes are piercing.
Yanan throws his hands up and saves his work on the computer for good measure. “Go for it.”
Junhui smiles, settling back in his chair. “So, as I was saying. You should go out with me.”
“Huh?”
“We’ll take the bus to Konkuk University and eat at our favorite restaurant and walk in the garden in the moonlight and come home late and have a bottle of wine and get tipsy, and I’ll tell you all the things I have in my head, millions, myriads—” Junhui laughs at the last part, but his eyes are dreamy.
“You’re quoting someone at me,” Yanan says accusingly, Junhui’s tone of voice too close to the sound of his recitations, late nights with a book in front of the mirror. Yanan remembers all too well from the year they roomed together before deciding it’d be a whole lot easier to sleep without the knowledge of the person on the other side of the wall.
Junhui laughs again. “But so what if that’s how I feel?”
“You’re horrible, Wen Junhui,” Yanan says, acutely aware of the kid on the other side of the cubicle trying to avert his eyes from this semipublic confession. “And yet.”
The dark fog has settled in out the window and there’s nowhere else to look.
Junhui meets his eyes. “Would you have me anyway?”
[FILL] i'm seeing us against the sunrise
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: modern/college au, childhood friends, confession
Permission to remix: Yes
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A/N: title from "star" - loona. op I don't know your level of familiarity with junan but reading this prompt i could think of no one else jun would unprompted (haha) want to share the depths of his mind with... hope it is enjoyable!
Yanan has trained his ears well, so when Junhui sneaks up behind him in the library he doesn’t let out a shriek that gets them kicked out.
“You’re no fun,” Junhui whines after Yanan turns around, unamused, but he quickly restores the grin on his face to offer a new proposition. “No more studying.”
“Do you have something different to offer today?”
Yanan doubts that he does. Just this month Junhui has ambushed him in a similar manner four or five separate times, trying to cajole him away from doing research work in the peace and quiet of the third floor, all to do something pointless like loiter in a grocery store. Terrible friend, he is. But he’s been Yanan’s for half his life and nothing short of a nuclear disaster is likely to change that.
Junhui pulls up a chair and sits too close, elbowing away a mathematics textbook Yanan had open in an attempt to brainwash himself into reviewing it. “Of course I do,” he answers, and the offense in his voice is all for show. “I always do.”
“You know,” Yanan says, “I really don’t understand how you manage to find me every time I’m in the middle of something. The library is a large place.”
“You’re predictable, Yanan.” Junhui ruffles his hair. “You like the third floor because it’s in between the freshmen doing group work after a bubble tea run and the fifth where if you so much as drop a pen on the floor twenty eyes will stare at you like owls. And you like to sit next to the window because you get to people watch when you get sick of pretending to be productive.”
“Huh,” Yanan says. Junhui is shockingly on the mark for someone who’s never been told any of this. Outside a cyclist speeds through the rain past the closest lamppost, the sidewalks otherwise devoid in the aftermath of the midterms solstice, so to speak. Both of them are supposed to have graduated from worrying about that, literally, but Yanan had made the horrible decision of signing on for a master’s, and the teaching assistance is sort of non-negotiable. Junhui, of course, has no business being here at all, which brings them both back to the original question.
“So,” Junhui continues. “Are you ready to listen to what I have to say?”
Yanan sighs, checking his watch. “You see, I haven’t exactly accomplished anything in the time since you got here.”
“Just this once, Yanan,” Junhui demands, and his eyes are piercing.
Yanan throws his hands up and saves his work on the computer for good measure. “Go for it.”
Junhui smiles, settling back in his chair. “So, as I was saying. You should go out with me.”
“Huh?”
“We’ll take the bus to Konkuk University and eat at our favorite restaurant and walk in the garden in the moonlight and come home late and have a bottle of wine and get tipsy, and I’ll tell you all the things I have in my head, millions, myriads—” Junhui laughs at the last part, but his eyes are dreamy.
“You’re quoting someone at me,” Yanan says accusingly, Junhui’s tone of voice too close to the sound of his recitations, late nights with a book in front of the mirror. Yanan remembers all too well from the year they roomed together before deciding it’d be a whole lot easier to sleep without the knowledge of the person on the other side of the wall.
Junhui laughs again. “But so what if that’s how I feel?”
“You’re horrible, Wen Junhui,” Yanan says, acutely aware of the kid on the other side of the cubicle trying to avert his eyes from this semipublic confession. “And yet.”
The dark fog has settled in out the window and there’s nowhere else to look.
Junhui meets his eyes. “Would you have me anyway?”