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Jun is not possessive.
That’s a lie. He is. He knows he is.
The thing is… Jun has no right to be possessive. He doesn’t own Dylan. Well, of course he doesn’t, but what he means is, he is not dating Dylan therefore he doesn’t own him.
The logic is there. Everyone can follow it. Everyone but Jun. Theoretically he knows he has no right to be possessive. In practice? Jun has a claim on him.
1. The one where Dylan has a really nice perfume
They're backstage of a festival, waiting to go on stage. Thame is smiling and flirting with Po while watching the current act on stage, Pepper is nodding along to whatever Nano is yapping about. If Jun could guess, it probably is about their dance moves as Nano is wired to think about dance at least eighty percent of the time. Dylan is talking to one of the stage supervisors by the curtains. He has his usual blank face on, not much emotion showing, and yet that doesn’t deter the other man as he still talks animatedly to Dylan.
Then, much to Jun’s surprise, Dylan laughs at whatever the man said. Not his polite chuckle or smile, but an actual that was funny laugh. Jun rolls his eyes because no man could ever be that funny. What sets him off however, is when the man touches Dylan’s arm, giving it a firm squeeze of his bicep.
Jun takes a deep breath, jaw clenched, and walks over to them. He places his arm around Dylan’s shoulder and looks straight at the man. He can feel Dylan tense at the unfamiliar skinship from Jun.
“We’re on in a minute,” Jun starts, hand squeezing Dylan’s shoulder to ease the tension in his body. “Thame asked to gather together.”
Dylan doesn’t say anything, just nods in affirmation.
“I gotta go, see you later.”
Jun knows that is just a polite way of saying goodbye. Dylan is probably not thinking of catching up after their performance at all. Still, he presses his nose between Dylan’s neck and collarbone and sniffs lightly but lingers enough to make a statement.
“You smell nice. New perfume?” He asks.
Dylan looks at him stunned, before pushing Jun away. “What the fuck, are you some kind of dog?”
Jun only smiles. “Woof.”
The stage guy is long forgotten and when they get to Thame and Po, Pepper and Nano are already there, so in Dylan’s perspective he was at least telling the truth.
Dylan gives him a weird look throughout the rest of the night that Jun doesn’t quite know what it means. But it doesn’t stop him from holding the eye contact and his signature smirk plastered on his lips.
2. The one where Dylan wears a crop top
Dylan is pretty. Gorgeous, actually. The presence he has on stage is unmatched. He holds so much confidence that if Jun himself wasn’t performing next to him, he would be in a trance, instead of just occasionally stealing some glances.
Dylan is truly, utterly, beautifully captivating.
The crop top is the issue. If Dylan is gorgeous on a regular day, then he looks out of this world with the crop top. The cheers are louder, the attention is undeniable. The glances his way from staff cannot be missed.
And Jun is seething. Dylan has never been his little secret. He has always had lots of admirers. But that’s all it was. People who admired Dylan from a distance. There’s people blushing at his presence now, lingering touches that the boy doesn’t seem to mind because in retrospect, they’re quite innocent touches.
Still it’s making Jun livid. He wants to grab the grey haired boy and pinned him against the wall and lick from his belly button upwards, leave a trail of kisses by his hips, mark every bit of exposed skin.
He has to be content just by looking at him. Looking at the way one of the new interns is cleaning the sweat on Dylan’s forehead while talking animatedly. That would be if Jun was a reasonable person. Jun is anything but reasonable.
He marches towards the both of them and before Dylan even registers his presence, Jun places a hand on his waist making Dylan tense slightly in surprise. The sensation of his hand touching Dylan’s bare waist sends shivers down his spine. If Jun was crazy about Dylan before, he will be borderline insane after this moment. The only thing stopping him from crashing his lips with Dylan’s is the fact that he has Mars to think about. Plus the fact that he is not an actual creep. He knows his boundaries well.
“Can you share some of that fan with me?” Jun asks, holding Dylan’s hand and turning the fan to face him. He smirks at Dylan’s annoyed look, but the boy doesn’t remove himself from Jun’s hold.
Jun finally acknowledges the intern who has been looking at them awkwardly, “oh, I didn’t know you needed someone to help you wipe your sweat, Dylan.” He looks at the intern up and down and smiles while pulling Dylan closer to him.
“I don’t.” Dylan rolls his eyes.
“It’s fine. I can help you. I’m sure this intern has better things to do than wipe an idol’s sweat.” Jun doesn’t wait for a response. With the hand that he was holding the fan with Dylan, he grabs the towel from the intern’s hand and motions him away.
He turns Dylan to face him. The hand on his waist sliding teasingly across his back and holding him by the hip. He plays ignorant to the way Dylan inhales and starts wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“Next time you can’t do it yourself, just ask me,” he holds his eye contact with Dylan, his signature smirk is once again present.
Jun can almost swear he sees Dylan looking at his lips but before he can even entertain the idea, Dylan pushes him away.
“There won’t be a next time because I’m more than capable of doing it on my own.”
“Whatever you say, pretty boy.” Jun calls out before Dylan walks away. He is still able to catch the blush that graces the boy’s cheeks. Jun makes a mental note of that.
3. The one where Dylan is not giving him any attention
It’s a dinner to celebrate the start of a new era. Their comeback is around the corner and they’re about to be extra busy with back to back performances, fanmeets, interviews and variety shows appearances. Jun comes in later than everyone else as he was only able to do his solo photoshoot for the album concept much later than everyone else.
There’s two seats available for when he comes in, a seat next to Pepper who motions him over, and another seat next to Dylan who is talking animatedly to the same intern as last time. If he noticed Jun coming in and sitting next to him, he doesn’t let it show. Jun frowns a bit but doesn’t let that stop him.
He starts by resting his arm next to Dylan’s. The touch of skin to skin stays unnoticed by the boy. So Jun escalates by pressing his thigh against Dylan’s. It sends a wave of adrenaline through Jun’s body. The excitement he feels for such a mundane touch (Thame and him are much touchier on a regular basis) is downright embarrassing. But Dylan says nothing. Does nothing. As if the touch is so insignificant to him that it’s not worth acknowledging. Meaning, Jun is contemplating how a simple touch like this can make him even more obsessed with Dylan.
He moves to the annoyance tactic. He pokes Dylan’s arms. The grey haired boy just brings his arm closer to himself. He plays with the hair on Dylan’s nape but Dylan just slaps his hand away without directing a word to him or even looking at him in acknowledgment. As if shooing a bothersome fly. He even sniffs his neck just like last time but Dylan once again doesn’t acknowledge his existence. Nano, in the seat opposite to him and who has witnessed it all, looks at him like he is embarrassed to know Jun.
“You’ve been sulking all dinner. C’mon engage a little with us.” Po, who is sitting on his other side, whispers to him.
Jun smiles flirtatiously, “You missing my company? You know I always have time for you, baby.”
Po rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless. “ We ,” he motions to himself and Thame, who is on the other side of him, “are missing your company and have tried to talk to you all dinner.”
“If you buy me dessert, I’ll let the both of you court me like you desperately want to.” Jun smiles.
“Now you’re more like yourself.” Thame smiles. “Never thought I would see you sulk because of a man.”
Jun tries to avoid the conversation about feelings. Especially with Dylan right next to him. “It’s because I’m distracted with two men now. Will it be mine or yours after this? You probably have a bigger bed.”
Po flicks his forehead. Jun hisses slightly and pouts. “You could’ve just said no.”
“You could actually be serious on the way you approach Dylan and maybe he will actually take you seriously.” Po says.
Jun sighs and leans back on his chair. “Yeah, I know that.”
Thame and Po easily and quickly get distracted with each other again. You can see it in your eyes they’re ready to leave.
The intern (Jun does not want to know his name) leans over the table to gain his attention. “You look a bit lonely over there.” He smiles sweetly but Jun honestly doesn’t buy it. Dylan looks at him for what probably is the first time during dinner.
He fights the urge to roll his eyes and puts on a fake smile. “Just tired.”
He could be called a genius for what he does next. Jun rests his head on Dylan’s shoulder. “Don’t move. I woke up at 4am for filming, then I had the photoshoot and now I’m at this dinner I don’t even wanna be at. Your shoulder is comfy and you smell nice.” He closes his eyes to make a point.
Dylan still doesn’t say anything to him. In fact, he doesn’t say anything at all for the rest of the dinner. When Jun opens his eyes, he can see that he is absently scrolling on his phone. He locks eyes with Nano once again who is now looking at him proudly.
4. The one where Dylan wears a mesh top that drives him crazy
Contrary to popular belief, Jun is not really a fan of clubs. That is surprisingly more of Dylan’s scene. Despite being more introverted, there’s nothing the grey haired boy likes more than loud music and letting all out.
So they all (Po included as it is impossible to detach him from Thame) find themselves at an exclusive, mostly idols and other tv personalities, club. From the get go, Jun doesn’t like it. It’s loud, it feels stuffy and there’s already two people with eyes set on Dylan. Three people.
Dylan is wearing a long sleeve tie dye mesh top that ends just below his navel, showing just an inch or two of skin. An inch that is making Jun go absolutely feral inside. And from the looks of it, his feelings are very much relatable. Five people now.
Despite being annoyed from the moment they entered the club. Not at Dylan, never at Dylan. Dylan can wear what he wants. But Jun not being able to kiss him and show everyone who Dylan belongs to, annoys him to no end. The idea of having as much of a chance as everyone else in this club doesn’t sit right with him. He probably has less of a chance than everyone else in the club just for being part of the same group. Just for being Jun out of all the options in the group.
And Jun had promised himself that he would stop interrupting Dylan talking to others. If Dylan was truly hitting it off with somebody, it wouldn’t be Jun’s interruptions that would stop him. Jun couldn’t control Dylan. Not that he actually wanted to. He just… wanted Dylan to be his. And to be Dylan’s.
He is just not good with promises he makes to himself.
At first Dylan is just dancing carefree with Nano. As much as he might be envious of Nano, it doesn’t really upset him. Maybe because he knows exactly where Nano and Dylan stand with each other when it comes to their relationship. Or, maybe it’s because if it’s Nano then Jun would ultimately be okay. Then, Dylan started dancing with some random influencer that Jun recognises in passing, getting closer at each beat of the song.
So as embarrassing and desperate as it might’ve looked to others, Jun marched to where Dylan was dancing with the stranger.
He places his hands on Dylan’s bare hips, the skin to skin contact making him as confident as he is nervous, and rests his head on Dylan’s shoulder. “Dance with me?” He asks, softly but loud enough to be heard over the song.
Dylan’s left hand rests above his and his right holds his hair, his attention drops from the man in front of him to focus on Jun instead.
“You’re acting weird. Are you drunk?” He asks.
No. I haven’t had a drop of alcohol in a week. “Hmm.” Jun affirms. Dylan chuckles, almost like he can see through Jun’s lies, and turns around, arms going around Jun’s shoulders.
“Sure, why not.”
Jun thinks the other guy left somewhere between him interrupting them to the position they are now. He stopped caring about his presence the moment his hands touched Dylan’s hips.
He might’ve not drank any alcohol tonight but he is definitely feeling dazed with the way Dylan swayed his hips, mesh top riding up, smiling so freely like he was in his element. Like this is where he feels most comfortable. Like Jun’s hands permanently glued to his waist is a natural occurrence.
Somewhere between the second and third song their eyes lock, glossy lips looking so inviting. Jun can feel the intensity of his gaze, making him hold his breath with the overwhelming tension between them. So Jun impulsively leans forward for a kiss but Dylan moves his head back and places a hand on Jun’s chest with a frown now decorating his face.
He fucked up. That’s all Jun can think about when Dylan grabs his wrist and drags him from the crowded dance floor to one of the bathroom stalls from the club. It’s by no means a small cubicle in comparison to the cheaper clubs he has been to, and yet feels like it’s swallowing him whole. The faux confidence he has been carrying all this time crumbling quickly under Dylan’s sharp gaze.
“Will you explain to me why you’re lying about being drunk?”
Jun chuckles nervously, “did I say that?” It’s quite pathetic how one look from Dylan has him going on overdrive.
“Jun,” Dylan sighs, “if I’m another one of your targets to flirt with, I want no part in it. Maybe you think flirting with a bandmate is a cool new challenge but unfortunately for you I’m not giggling over that joke.”
“You’re not a challenge.” Jun says desperately and rushingly. “I’m not- no.” He doesn’t really know how to continue. He didn’t plan to confess in a club bathroom. But he also didn’t plan to try and kiss Dylan on the club dance floor. He knows his only way out has to be a confession and await the obvious rejection that is already on the tip of Dylan’s tongue.
Jun looks at Dylan's piercing gaze, a wave of determination awaking inside him. Dylan looks at him like he is trying to figure things out. As if, Jun has his journal open right in front of him and all Dylan has to do is go to the right page. And it seems like he finds the right page because Dylan is the one to speak before him.
“You like me.” He says. Not “do you like me?” as a question that he demands an answer to, or “ you like me?” as a surprise statement in which he wants a confirmation for his interpretation. No, Dylan says it as a matter of fact. You like me . Thame likes Po. Two plus two equals four.
Dylan smiles unabashedly. Jun feels consumed by his own heartbeat. The song that can be heard faintly in the distance kind of sucks. This is how Jun will remember the most embarrassing day of his life: getting a kiss rejected by Dylan, getting exposed for liking a bandmate, and getting his heart broken on a weed smelling toilet from an uppity club while a shitty song plays in the background.
Before Jun can even start to apologise, Dylan holds his face, thumb caressing his cheek, and he kisses him. It’s an hesitant kiss, just a prolonged peck if he were to define it. A kiss that shows that Dylan is just as nervous as he is, unsure of Jun’s feelings. And when Jun feels Dylan begin to pull away, he holds his hips and pulls him closer, deepening the kiss. It’s an electrifying new feeling that has Jun feeling drunk and dazed. A kiss that alters his brain chemistry altogether and has practically ruined his life, because if he doesn’t get a daily dosage of Dylan’s lips from this point forward, he might not be able to live any longer.
The groan released from Dylan’s lips right from the back of his throat makes Jun grip his hips tighter, the warmth of Dylan’s skin reminds him of the mesh top he is wearing, and Jun knows for sure he wouldn’t be letting him go any time soon. He is proudly and irrevocably obsessed with this boy.
He moves his lips to Dylan’s jaw, leaving a trail of kisses there. “I do like you,” he pauses, “a lot.” Another peck on his lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve been deeply obsessed with you.”
“Judging by how you’ve been acting the past few months, I can take a guess.” He smiles. Dylan’s gaze is mischievous but soft, uncharacteristic of him. At least when it comes to looking at Jun his gaze has always been sharp and focused. He grabs Jun’s jaw and pulls him in for a brief kiss, biting Jun’s lower lip as he pulls away. “Just so you know, you’re mine from now on.”
“Baby, I’ve been yours the moment you laid your eyes on me.” Jun steals another kiss from Dylan. He is absolutely high on his lips and doubts he is sobering up any time soon. “We’re dating now, right?” Jun asks.
Dylan smiles freely and beautifully. He shrugs teasingly instead of giving an answer.
“Hey, don’t do this to me now. Can I be your boyfriend? Let me be your boyfriend.” Jun kisses his cheek and lets his head rest on Dylan’s shoulder, planting a soft kiss above his collarbone. He can feel the shiver that goes through Dylan. “Please?”
“You’re pathetic.” Dylan laughs.
“I can beg more.” Jun teases.
“I know you can, and you will. For now, I will let you be my boyfriend.”
Jun’s heart skips a beat. There’s an exuberant amount of happiness he feels at the moment that he has never felt before. Not even when Mars won their first award or when they debuted. It’s almost as terrifying as it is exciting.
5. The one where Dylan has a boyfriend
Being Dylan’s boyfriend doesn’t stop others from looking and flirting with him. It prides Jun as much as it annoys him. His boyfriend is pretty. Gorgeous. Etheral. So Jun completely understands the double takes he often receives. But Dylan is his just as much as he is Dylan’s. The need and hunger to claim Dylan as his is not like it initially was in the beginning. Before it was wishful thinking, he was manifesting something that he deemed impossible. Now he knows Dylan belongs to him and wants everyone to know it too.
What irritates him, though, is the intern that is not able to get the hint. The silly crush wasn’t fun then and it’s not fun now. The silly giggles are annoying. The passing compliments are irritating. The conspicuous touches are aggravating. Jun fights the urge to roll his eyes every single time the intern approaches Dylan. Seriously, how long is this internship even for?
The intern’s next attack (yes, an attack) happens when Mars gets off the stage after a performance. They’re sweaty and trying to catch their breath, already surrounded by their styling team fixing their hair so they can go back on stage in some minutes. Jun can see the intern passing through both Thame and Pepper with a towel in his hand ready to wipe Dylan’s sweat. He chats animatedly about the performance and blushes as he compliments Dylan. The crush would’ve been cute and endearing if it had stayed as just a shy, fatuous crush instead of acting upon it.
Jun marches towards them and places a kiss on Dylan’s cheek. “You did so well out there.” He smiles, kissing his jaw and briefly touching the corner of his lips just to get the point across. He places his arm around Dylan’s waist and looks at the intern, a cocky smile on his face. “Don’t you think he did well?”
The intern nods his head, face flushed. “I do.”
Jun takes the towel from the intern’s hand. “I can take it from here.” He gives the intern a lip tight smile and turns to Dylan. “Thought I told you to ask for my assistance next time.”
Dylan tilts his head and smiles knowingly. “You sound jealous.”
“I am,” Jun pouts. “You always look so pretty so everyone looks at you.”
“Hm, I don’t think that’s something I can change.” Dylan smiles.
“You don’t need to, I can fight.” Jun smiles and winks at him. Dylan laughs loudly, it warms Jun’s heart in a way that he is sure that he might’ve fallen just a bit more in love.
He takes Jun’s hands and brings it to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on his knuckles. “C’mon we have to get back on stage.”
+1. The one where Dylan is just as possessive of his boyfriend
Jun is exhausted and cranky, having had roughly four hours of sleep a day with his current filming schedule for the new tv show he is doing. He leaves early and arrives late so he barely has had any time to talk to Dylan, let alone spend some alone time with him. Dylan does his best to try and stay awake while he waits for Jun, or wake up with Jun’s alarm so they can have breakfast together. It makes him feel loved and cared for.
He sits on an available chair and scrolls absently through his socials waiting for Dylan to reply to the text he sent half an hour ago. As far as he can remember Dylan doesn’t have a schedule to follow today so not having an immediate reply from his boyfriend is a little out of character. Jun frowns a little but doesn’t let himself dwell on it.
“What’s got you frowning?” Pam, his costar, asks as she sits on the chair next to him.
“Just waiting on a text.” Jun gestures to his phone.
“A very important one, it seems.” She smiles and Jun simply smiles back. He is usually very social and extroverted, but he is tired and misses Dylan. The energy for a conversation is not there.
“Those look good on you.” Pam says after a few minutes of silence. She points to the fake tattoos decorating his arm for the character that Jun is playing. “Are you planning on getting any?”
“I’m not sure. It’s never been something I thought about.” Jun replies.
“I think you should,” she says, reaching over to point and trace at a specific moon tattoo. “This one fits well.” Jun smiles, because to him it reminds of Dylan. Maybe he does want a tattoo for himself. And yeah, he is definitely a goner. Whipped. Downbad. Whatever word is used to describe someone that is irrevocably and utterly in love.
“Maybe I will someday.” He smiles. And just as Pam removes her hand from his forearm, Jun is taken by surprise with Dylan sitting on his lap. And before he is even able to register his presence, Dylan grabs his jaw and pulls him in for a kiss. It’s rough and intense, and certainly inappropriate to have in public. Jun moans into the kiss and pulls Dylan closer by his hips. Dylan is the first to pull away, trailing soft kisses on his jaw.
“You scared Pam away.” Jun says when he finally opens his eyes and reminds himself of where they are.
“That was the point.” Dylan smiles. “I have to let everyone here know that you’re taken.”
“By a possessive boyfriend, no less.” Jun teases.
“You love that.” Dylan rolls his eyes.
“I do.” Jun smiles and hugs Dylan by the waist, resting his head on his shoulder. Dylan’s perfume brings a sense of comfort to him. “I missed you. Thank you for coming.”
Dylan softly runs his hands through his hair. “I missed you too.”
They stay like this for a moment, unmoving, Jun with his eyes closed enjoying the warmth touch of his boyfriend.
“Dylan,” he says after a while.
“Hmm.”
“You should grab me by the jaw more often.”
Dylan laughs, “okay.”