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to be loved by wen junhui means to be cared for silently

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to be loved by wen junhui means to be cared for silently. jun isn't one to like loud and bold gestures, whether it's because of his rather shy nature or because he simply wants to share his love mainly with people who are dear to him - he takes care of you through silent acts of service. for some they may be unnoticeable, but you pay attention every single thing he does for you, and it never fails to amaze you how well he knows you. nothing beats the feeling of waking up in the morning and having lunch ready for work or the feeling of your heart melting whenever you notice him carrying and extra hoodie in case you get cold.

being loved by wen junhui means being loved as if you were his first love. as mentioned earlier, jun is rather shy when it comes to showing affection and grand romantic gestures and this makes every touch, every look innocent and shy, but at the same time full of love that he didn't even realize he could feel. every time you hold his hand he feels like he’s back in middle school when he went out on a date for the first time. all this makes your relationship even more special - you experience everything together from the very beginning.

being loved by wen junhui means to be loved by him with all his heart and soul. love as a concept is a complicated thing for jun, if someone ever asked him how he would explain this concept - he wouldn't be able to. when he thinks about love, the only thing he thinks about is you. you may not have been his past, but you are certainly his present and future, and even if he had to spend his whole life searching for the answer to what love is, he knew that he wanted to find it out with you being by his side.

being loved by wen junhui feels like a bright smile, like shy glances stolen across the room, like linked pinkies with your hands swaying forth and back, like the birds chirping when it’s way too early for you to get up, like the love that you thought only existed in movies.

every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.”
                                          - jane eyre by charlotte brontë

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