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Junwan was dead on his feet.
He’s not a psychiatrist, but he’s pretty sure that seeing an apparition of a 6 foot tall bunny in front of the elevator is not normal brain function. Shrugging, he continued chugging his coffee, he’s seen weirder things when sleep deprived.
He entered the elevator, trying to ignore everyone else confined in the small space. Fortunately for him, no one acknowledged him as the creepy elevator music blasted in the background.
Someone really needed to gift the hospital a new playlist for the space, lest someone in the hospital loses their mind due to music induced rage. Junwan has never heard of that happening, but the tunes bring out enough violence in him for him to remain skeptical.
The elevator doors opened, followed by a collective sigh from the group, as junwan wormed his way through the sweaty group of medical professionals, truly a feat in and of its own. What he wasn’t expecting was to see Iksun walking past him, dressed in her standard jeans and shirt, looking like the most beautiful person he’d ever met.
God clearly wasn’t on his side today, as getting a heart attack at 8 am in the morning was generally not first on the list of things that junwan wanted to do on a monday.
Iksun must have heard his embarrassing squeak as she turned towards him, eyes sparkling in the less than ideal hospital lighting. Now, he didn’t know if her eyes were actually sparkling or if it was another thing his sleep deprived mind made up, but he’s not going to put it past Iksun.
Who in the world looked that perfect on a monday morning ?
iksun apparently.
He probably lost his train of thought as the next thing he saw was Iksun waving her hand in front of his eyes, still looking like an angel had dropped her on Earth. Junwan shook his head and chided himself, get it under control, this is not your first time seeing a girl.
His internal voice was a child, he realised in horror
“Oppa, you look so tired, have you been sleeping ?”, she asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
Apparently she wasn’t going to take a nod of the head as an answer as the next thing he knew was her grasping his hand tightly and leading him to the cafe beside the hospital, head put up in determination.
She sat him down on a seat on the silent side of the cafe , “You have no more surgeries today, right ? I checked with Ikjun oppa so don’t even bother lying.”she said, helping herself onto the seat across him.
God, he was so in love with this women.
Iksun propped her head on her elbows before continuing, this time her voice shier than it had been earlier, “Oppa, you haven’t been talking care of yourself, have you ?”
Junwan was stunned for a moment, before replying, “Ahh, no iksun - ah, you know I’m used to this-”
“Don’t say that in front of me ! All your friends take care of themselves, why is it so —”, she interrupted, her voice louder than she must have intended, as she quieted down once again,
“Why is it so hard to take care of yourself ? Last I remembered you were not a 4 year old child, even Uju takes better care of himself, you baby”, Iksun pouted, her eyes twinkling with worry.
Junwan chuckled, before leaning into her and replying, “I’m not a baby Iksun-ah, you don’t need to take care of me”, his voice rough with sleep.
“What if I want to take care of you ?”
That shut junwan right up, as he stared into Iksun’s eyes, looking for any sign that she was joking. It turns out that Iksun didn’t like that because the next thing she was doing was smacking him up side his head.
“Stop looking so shocked, you’re making me feel bad”, her violent actions starkly contrasted with her soft voice.
“YAHH”, Junwan shrieked, before rubbing his head, “Iksun-ahhh, you hit really hard, please. I don’t want a head injury too with the sleep deprivation”
The whine in his voice was enough to put even Uju to shame.
“ Stop whining, you big baby.”, she said shaking her head, “you wouldn’t have survived one day in the army. Also, so you do admit you haven’t been sleeping enough ?”
Junwan pouted, “Don’t take words out of my mouth”, when he heard a waiter coming to their table. He dropped two pieces of chocolate cakes in front of them, and then left them to their silent corner.
Junwan’s eyes widened, wondering when she had ordered the cake, which was quickly over powered by his grumbling stomach. Iksun sighed again.
“When did you last eat ?”
Junwan remain silent, not wanting to incriminate himself further in front of the army lady. He didn’t want a repeat of the head smack.
Smack.
“OW”, Junwan whined, clearly despondent that his silence didn’t work in his favour. Iksun nodded at him, clearly pleased with herself before promptly telling him to finish his food. Well, vaguely food, but he wasn’t complaining.
Once he had finished the cake, which was delicious by the way, he looked up to stare at Iksun. His staring was interrupted when iksun slid her arm across the table and held his hand in hers.
She intertwined their fingers, and a warm feeling crept up his body as he stared at her in confusion.
“Oppa, have I told you that I liked you ?”, reminiscent to his earlier confession at the food stand, more than a year ago.
Her voice was soft as she uttered the words, hesitance clear in her tone.
“ You want to date ?”, Junwan whispered, not wanting the moment to fade away.
“That’s what I’m saying, yes.”, this time her voice was firm.
In response, he tightened their fingers together hopefully conveying what his mouth couldn’t. At that, Iksun’s mouth stretched across in glee and junwan was sure his face did a similar thing.
What he hadn’t expected was Iksun getting up from her seat to sit beside him and looking up at him expectedly, “Kiss me, please”
Junwan didn’t need to hear anything else. He was glad Iksun had picked the most secluded spot in the cafe, he didn’t want anyone seeing them in their first moment of intimacy in a long time.
He shuffled closer to her and brought his hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, taking in the small shivers that racked across her form. He leaned down, giving Iksun plenty of time to back out, before pressing his mouth gently against Iksun, and Iksun made a small gasping noise at the pressure.
He felt Iksun’s arms slide across his waist and settle at the back of his arms and he smiled into the kiss, before bringing up his left hand to her face. Cupping her warm face, he sighed contently against her mouth and pulled back from their embrace, staring at her intently.
The next thing that came out of her mouth was, “Your breath tastes like coffee.”
There was a pause.
And suddenly the quiet cafe was filled with the giggles of two people, very much in love with each other.