ASTRO Imagines

Mj Scenario~fluff~

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You always wondered why you and your boyfriend of two months, MJ, had never held hands, let alone shared your first kiss. You both were shy and timid when it came to skinship, but you thought that after being together for two months something would have happened by now.

Wrong.

It was a Friday evening, and MJ had just gotten home from dance practice. You were sat on the couch, your feet pulled up under you while you watched some random drama on the TV. MJ yelled that he was going to take a shower, and all you did was hum in response. You heard the bathroom door shut, and you were left alone with your thoughts.

Did he think you were weird? Gross? All of the above? Or was he just scared, like you? A million and one worst-case scenarios were running through your head, and before you knew it, MJ had finished with his shower and was now sitting beside you on the couch. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, and his hair was damp and strewn across his forehead.

"How was practice?" You asked, switching your gaze from the TV to him.

"It was alright, we've nearly perfected the last song we're working on." He said back, smiling at you slightly. You nodded in response, turning back to face the TV.

You could see his hand resting on his leg out of the corner of your eye, which only brought back your thoughts of your non-existent skinship.

"Hey," you started. Now or never. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, always. What's up?" He responded, looking at you with worry in his eyes. You muted the television and turned to face him on the couch, crossing your legs.

"I was just thinking that we've never really, you know, done anything." You said, eyes staring at your hands in your lap.

He had a confused look on his face. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, like, we've been together for two months and we've never even held hands." You said. It was silent for a moment before he erupted into laughter. Your face turned a bright shade of red, before he composed himself and sat up straight again.

"Y/N, if you wanted to hold my hand you could've just said so." He laughed again, finally taking your hand in his own. Your face went red again as he ran his thumb across the top of your hand. "And tonight, we're gonna cuddle and watch a movie. I've been waiting for you to say something about it for so long because I didn't have the courage to."

With that, he pulled you into his chest and lay down on the couch with your back tightly pressed to his chest. He flipped through the television channels before finally settling on a movie.

"This is nice," you whispered, looking back at him. He had a small smile plastered onto his face and he nodded at you, wrapping his arm around your waist and grabbing your hand.

You were glad that you had opened up about your feelings, or you would have gone however long still not having held hands, or done anything else with MJ.