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[planetkiimchi-rbs]

he’d almost kissed you last night; he’d gotten so close, then panicked, or maybe you panicked, or maybe it was both of you, but there was definitely some sort of panic

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jeonghan can’t sleep, and it’s because he’s thinking about you. again.

you, waving with two hands like a fool from the other side of the college courtyard — yelling his name and ignoring everyone who turns to stare at you. you, tipping your head back and laughing in the park, sunshine catching your eyes, glinting around your hair like there’s a halo surrounding you. you, smiling, sleepy, leaning against his shoulder as you’re forcing him to watch your favourite movie for the millionth time.

you, almost breathless after his lips almost brush yours.

jeonghan turns over in his bed, muffles his face in a pillow and groans. and then he checks his phone — no new notifications — and tosses it across the bed, watching sullenly as it rolls and lands under his desk instead.

he’d almost kissed you last night; he’d gotten so close, then panicked, or maybe you panicked, or maybe it was both of you, but there was definitely some sort of panic — and then suddenly you were fleeing his apartment and he was left on the couch in despair.

the last 24 hours have been radio silence. jeonghan decides tonight that he hates radio silence.

stupid fucking phone. maybe it’s broken, he thinks lamely. maybe he’s just overthinking this — but if he’s going to overthink anything, it may as well be zero response to an almost confession.

that’s what it felt like yesterday, when his thumb ghosted over your lips; when his forehead leant against yours for the briefest moment, his long hair tickling your cheek. it felt like he was baring his heart out to you, when his eyes locked with yours — he didn’t say a word, but he said it with everything else.

he loves you.

the moment he thinks it, jeonghan wants to yell. again.

falling in love with his best friend is the stupidest thing he could’ve done, and yet when it comes to you, he doesn’t see how he could have stopped it. it was inevitable; he was doomed the day you bumped into him at freshman orientation and asked him if he thought butterflies had feelings, because you’d just seen one and really did look sad, but maybe you were just projecting, and what did he think?

he was doomed from then, and it was set in stone five minutes later when he made you laugh, and decided he wanted to hear that sound for the rest of his life.

and so here he is; restless at 4am while the rain pounds his window, and jun snores faintly from the other room.

pathetic fallacy, he thinks grimly, and promptly falls out of bed when there’s a thud on the front door.

when he recovers himself and opens it, it is, of course, you: dripping wet, shivering in the hallway with no jacket, armed only with a cardigan he’s pretty sure is his. your shining eyes meet his; your lips twitch, and you lean into the doorframe, catching your breath.

“hello,” you say breathlessly. “i think i love you.”

an / this is requested by @daikotomie, as part of my 1k celebration event! prompt was the song restless by bibi <3

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