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starbandit · 11 months

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Backseat (Choi YeonJun)

Preview: “So, uh..” He cleared his throat. “You wanna move this to the back seat?” He asked nervously.

Contains: bestfriend!yeonjun, unprotected sex, nipple play, semi-public sex, car sex, kinda confusing feelings, lots of making out 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

word count- 2.1k/unedited/cross-posted to ao3

“You ready for the most exciting night of your life?” You asked as soon as your passenger side door opened. Your best friend sat down, kicking the water bottle by his feet as he did. He had a mask pulled over his face, a hat tipped low.

“How exciting are we talking? I didn’t bring a change of clothes with me.” He chuckled as he pulled the mask off and threw the hat on your dashboard. His hand came up to push his hair back before he looked over, flashing a smile that made your heart skip a beat.

Choi Yeonjun. Your best friend since elementary school. The one who had transferred to your school from out of the country, the one who taught you Korean during recess, who you helped with English homework after school. When he moved back to Korea, you guys swapped addresses and emails and kept up with each other. He constantly told you about how training was going, about his debut date.

Whenever they had concerts in your area, you were the first one to know. Yeonjun always spilled the beans and pulled some strings to get you there. You enjoyed spending time with the rest of the boys, but these moments alone with Yeonjun always meant the most.

“Well it is close to midnight, so not too exciting.” You pulled out of your parking spot. “There’s a late night boba place close by, and maybe we can get some cheap burgers somewhere. Maybe get some gossip going in a parking lot somewhere.”

“So thrilling.” He clicked his seatbelt. “How was the show?”

“Amazing as always,” You turned to smile at him as you slowed to a stop at a red light. “The girls next to me kept talking about how hot you are. I wanted to tell them about the time you nearly shat yourself after we had bad sushi in LA.”

“Hey! We promised to never bring that up!” He pointed at you. “You weren’t much better that night! You nearly threw up from laughing at me” He crossed his arms and pouted.

Laughter erupted in the car, both of you arguing back and forth about who had it worse that night. Soon enough, your drinks and snacks had been collected and the two of you were off to find some kind of secluded parking lot.

“Okay, give me some juicy gossip.” Yeonjun pushed his seat back and unbuckled his seat belt. He dug in the bag of cheap fast food and pulled out some fries. “What’s been going on since the last time we talked?”

“Where do I even begin?” You took a sip of your boba and reached over to steal a fry from Yeonjun.

The night began to fly by as the two of you laughed and dug deep into some serious topics. It wasn’t until a light silence fell over the two of you that you felt your heart begin to flutter again. You locked eyes with your best friend and suddenly the tension grew. His lips parted slightly and his tongue peeked out, wetting his lips.

You wondered how they would feel. Pressed against your lips, parted against your throat in gasps and whimpers, how they would feel wrapped around your clit. How swollen and pouty they would get after kissing and biting.

Before you knew it, you were leaning over to the passenger seat and Yeonjun was meeting you almost halfway. Your lips met and you couldn’t believe what was happening. His lips were soft, almost silky, and so plush. His hand came to rest on your waist, giving you some stability as you leaned over to him. He kissed you back with intense passion, his tongue slipping between your lips and into your mouth.

You couldn’t help but gasp at the feeling, his tongue slowly moving with yours. He gently sucked on your lower lip and gave a tiny nibble as you pulled away.

“So, uh..” He cleared his throat. “You wanna move this to the back seat?” He asked nervously.

He couldn’t have asked sooner. The second those words left his mouth, you were crawling through the space between your two chairs and into the backseat, waiting for him to follow. He crawled back, laughing slightly as he tried to wiggle his legs through without falling on top of you. The second he fell into the seat next to you, you wiggled into his lap, straddling him.

His hands came to rest on your waist again as you leaned down to kiss him. His lips met yours once again, this time a little harder. His hands gripped your sides as he feverishly kissed you back, both of your tongues fighting for spots in each others mouths.

“Ah, fuck.” He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. A loud whimper escapes his lips as you grind your hips down on his. The growing bulge in his sweatpants sat perfectly on your heat, and you weren’t about to let that go to waste. Another gasp left his mouth as you dipped your head down to suck a mark on the side of his neck.

You couldn’t help but lick a line from his exposed collarbone to the space under his ear, the salty sweat tickling your tongue. You could feel his pulse under your lips as you gently kisses the spot before sucking his skin into your mouth, gently nibbling as you left the red mark.

“Fuck, Y/N.” His arms moved up your back and pulled you closer. You hummed lightly, pulling off the skin and giving it a light lick in an attempt to soothe the area.

His lips captured yours again as soon as you pulled back, his hands moving to pull at your shirt. “Take it off,” He whispered against your lips. “Let me touch you, see you.”

You pulled away to quickly take your top off and threw it into the front seat. Yeonjun immediately reached around to fiddle with your bra straps, undoing the clasp in a matter of seconds. The fabric slid down your arms and to the floor.

You giggled slightly as you looked at Yeonjun. His eyes were focused on your chest, mouth slightly agape. His hands were trembling slightly as he sat back and brought them up to your chest, slightly cupping your breasts. He slurped slightly as he closed his mouth, massaging your breasts.

“Holy shit, they’re so perfect.” He whispered. His thumbs moved to flick your nipples and roll the soft buds. “Why have you been hiding these from me?” He looked up at you, moving closer to wrap his lips around one of the now hardened buds.

Your eyes rolled back slightly at the feeling of his warm mouth around your nipple. The softness of his tongue caressing the sensitive skin sent waves through your stomach. You nearly lost it when you looked back down at him and he was watching your face with slightly hooded eyes. Your hand moved to pet the back of his hair, running your fingers through the soft locks as he stimulated your nipples.

Yeonjun pulled away from your nipples, moving to kiss up your chest, leaning small hickies as he trailed up. His hand tangled in the back of your hair as he met your lips once more. You whimpered into his mouth when he pinched your nipple. Your hands searched for something to grab, settling on his still clothed shoulder.

“Your turn,” You panted. “Take it off.”

“Your wish is my command.” He smiled as he sat back, pulling the shirt off and over his head. He pushed his hair back, the strands falling back over his eyes. You ran your hands down his chest, feeling the muscles of his pecs under the soft skin. Your fingers ghosted over his nipples, a smirk painting your face as his chest shook with a sharp breath.

It didn’t take long for Yeonjun to have you on your back, wedged between your legs in the cramped space. His fingers are making hasty work of the buttons on your jeans, finally pulling them off your legs in a few quick tugs. His hands traced up your thighs, feeling the soft flesh under his finger tips.

“Yeonjun, please.” You begged. “Need you, want you to fuck me.”

He hummed in response, taking his bottom lip into his mouth as he pulled his sweatpants down to his thighs, cock falling free. “You want this?” He rubbed his cock over your clothed heat. “Tell me how bad you want this.”

You groaned as he focused some attention on your clit. Even through the thin fabric, the feeling was incredible. “Please, I need you so bad.” You whined and pressed your hips up, pressing against him for some more friction. “I’m so wet for you, I don’t think I can wait any longer, Junnie.”

It took half a second for Yeonjun to, quite literally, rip your underwear from your sticky heat. The now destroyed underwear flew under one of the seats as he tossed them away, leaning down to capture you in a kiss as he roughly pushed into you.

A loud, guttural moan ripped it way out of your throat at the same time that Yeonjun let out a sigh. He pulled away from the kiss, opting to rest his forehead on yours to look in your eyes. He adjusted his hips slightly, the new angle caused his cock to rest in the perfect spot, making you involuntarily clench around him.

“Let me know when I can move, ok?”

You took a few deep breaths, adjusting to the unfamiliar feeling. Your best friends cock was nestled in you, in places you didn’t even know could be touched. You nodded your head, giving Yeonjun the ok to start moving.

He rocked his hips forward, slowly at first, grinding against you in the most sinful way. You could feel your cheeks turning pink at the soft squelches coming from where you two met.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Yeonjun grunted as he rolled his hips. “Just, slipping all over my cock.” His head dipped down to nip at your collarbone. You couldn’t help but turn your neck, giving him better access. “You’re soaking me, making a fucking mess.”

You whimpered as he began to move faster. The waves of pleasure going through you made you believe you weren’t going to last long, Yeonjun was fucking you too good. He was hitting every spot perfectly, tiny grunts and sighs coming out of him as he worked towards his own orgasm.

“Fuck, I want you to come first.” He slipped his hand between the two of you, fingers searching for your clit. You reached up, tangling your hand in the back of his hair and pulled him down. He met you with an open mouthed kiss, tongue licking into your mouth with urgency. Your teeth clashed a few times in the heated kiss but it only made you kiss him harder, messier.

“A-ah,” Your voice wavered as Yeonjun made contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Ah, fuck!” You groaned loudly, hands reaching to dig your fingers into his back, thighs, anything within reach.

“There it is.” He smirked, sitting back up slightly to tower over you, still rubbing your clit. He rocked forward a little faster, matching his hand with his hips. “Gonna come for me, pretty? I wanna see what you look like when you come.”

“Don’t stop.” Your entire body felt like it was on fire, your legs were trembling, hips pushing up for something, anything. Waves went through your body. You could feel your heart racing, the nervous ball in your stomach expanding. It wasn’t until Yeonjun took his free hand and pushed your legs back, holding them as close to your chest as he could, and gave another thrust that it all fell apart.

The waves flew down your stomach and you could feel wetness dribbling. Your eyes rolled back as Yeonjun pushed you through your orgasm. The spasming muscles pushed him to his own orgasm and he hurriedly pulled out, finishing on your lower stomach.

The two of you sat in silence as you both came down and tried to catch your breaths. Yeonjun reached over the seats to grab some discarded napkins and gently wiped you down, muttering small apologies as he wiped your most sensitive areas. After discarding the napkins and pulling his pants back up, he found his way on top of you again, this time in a gently crushing cuddle.

“I’d say this was the most exciting night of my life, Y/N.”

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twilghtkoo · 1 year

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puppy love

summary. it only takes yeonjun about two drinks for him to act all puppy like and you’re living for it.

pairings. yeonjun x reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship

warnings. both yeonjun and reader are drinking, yeonjun is a lightweight lolol

notes. bc yeonjun on suchwita T__T

“aigoo, look at you already closing your eyes on me.” you watch amused as you easily down your fourth shot of the delicious liqour. you thought yeonjun was cutest when he was angry or pouty, but drunk yeonjun wins. the sight in front of you, finalizes your ongoing theory ‘when is my boyfriend the cutest?’.

yeonjun’s eyes are curved, smiling in the shape of a crescent moon as he leans his head on the palm of his hand. his face slowly but surely brightening into the same color as the color of your nails. a cherry red hue painted your nails. yeonjun complimented your nails when you had gotten them done.

“noo, i don’t want them to close, baby what do i do?” he asks frantically, pushing himself up in his chair to reach for your small hands in his huge ones, squeezing them.

you smile, biting your lip to fight back the urge to burst out into fits of giggles at this version of him. your newly favorite version of him.

“junie, just open them.” you tell him, moving your hand that’s in his to grab his and squeeze it reassuringly.

it takes a useless amount of effort to open his eyes and you wish you had your phone with you but both of your phones were in your bedroom to give each other all your devoted attention.

the slots of his eyes finally open to meet yours that are already peering at his orbs.

“i was scared i wasn’t going to be able to see your pretty face anymore, but i see you and now i don’t want to close my eyes.” he reveals with a lop sided grin.

your eyebrows raised at his words. “what the hell are you saying,” you breathe out, pushing back a strand of your hair behind your ear swiftly.

yeonjun has, in fact, not blinked in thirty seconds. his eyes were open and so big that you could see the white in his eyes, and tears collecting at his waterline from becoming dry.

his body betrays him.

he started to wail, “oh no! my eyes closed on me. baby, i swear i was trying to stare at you but-”

you snicker at the intoxicated boy in front of you. “baby, my love, don’t cry.” you attempt to comfort him even though your dinner table was distancing you two.

“you know i love you? right? believe me, i really love you baby. i love you so much.”

you nod continuously. “i know jun, i know you do. love, i think you had too much, not even that, i think you’re done drinking tonight. we are done drinking tonight.” you tell him, standing up and pushing your chair with the back of your legs as you walk over to his side and clean the table.

he hums in question.

he just sits in his chair, sitting up right with his hands in between his thighs. the way he sat so politely and blankly watching you move around the kitchen to close up for the night.

you’re so fucking cute, choi yeonjun.

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gyuarchives · 11 months

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in a better moment, at a better timing. | choi yeonjun, oneshot.

sypnosis: ex!yeonjun is trying to win you back, after a few months of breaking up. He never stops trying, until the last and final moment just as he was about to give up.

word count: 2k words.

genre: angst, happy ending, slice of life, student life.

warnings: constant mentions of smoking, arguing, fighting.

A/N: yay my first ever post! this isn't a really good oneshot for a first impression, but i had an idea that i just wanted to get it over and done with. I will be posting alot more as I have more works on the way <3 im open to constructive criticism though, just send me a message :)

“Just, enough, Choi Yeonjun. How far do you want to go? Huh? How many times do you want to do this?” you aggressively shook off his hand from your wrist that was gripping hard enough to leave red marks.

“But baby please, I told you I am at fault, that argument from months ago shouldn't have happened if I didn’t get so upset. I know I was shitty but please, let me make things right, yeah?”

He just had to bring this up as you accidentally bumped into him on campus before getting into class. Knowing he would not just give up, you tugged him to the back of your building, where most of the students go to smoke. Lucky for you, no one was there at that moment.

You sighed at the sight of your ex-boyfriend looking down at you with genuine eyes, rubbing his palms together in guilt like it was a Sunday morning during church service. To ease the pain you were feeling in your temples, you took out a cigarette stick, lighting it up and taking a deep inhale, feeling the burn hitting the back of your throat. You leaned on the wall, head tilting as you exhale.

Yeonjun looked at you with mouth agape and eyes widening.

“Since... when do you smoke babe...?”

“Since you broke up with me. I’m not your ‘babe’ anymore, stop calling me that.”

“I thought you hated smokers? That's why I stopped smoking in front of you.”

“And I thought you hated my guts? Why come back for the fifth time now?”

He grew silent.

“...I don’t. I have never hated you?”

Your giggle turned into a full on laughter.

“Really? Choi Yeonjun, you’re fucking funny. Didn’t know you took comedy classes after we broke up.”

He took a few steps closer to you, inching closer to your face. His cologne was overpowering the cigarette smell, but all of your senses stopped working once he locked eyes with you. You seriously hoped his shadow and the gloomy sky were helping to cover your face that was getting red.

“I’m serious, yn.”

He took the cigarette resting on your lips in between his own index and middle fingers, and took a hit. He leaned on the wall next to you, looking up at the sky, wondering if it was going to rain.

You couldn’t even ask him back for your stick because you were still stupidly flustered with the close proximity with your ex. Admittedly, you do still love him; but, you can’t blame yourself because you didn’t ask for the breakup, you just accepted it and (tried to) move on.

You placed a new stick in between your lips. He saw your movement, and before you could take out your lighter, he straightened his posture in front of you and held your shoulders in place. He got closer again, eyes focusing on the sticks in between the two of you, igniting your cigarette with his. For that brief moment, you stared into his eyes again. Fuck. There you go, all smothered for him again. This was the exact reason you two could last so long, close to 2 years long; authentic, real romance most relationships could not achieve for very long.

He snickered at your reaction, which got him a smack on his shoulder that made him retract a few steps back in return.

“Fuck was that Yeonjun.”

“Finally you dropped my last name,” he mentioned, as he hates when close friends, especially his own partner, calls him by his full name, as it is too ‘formal’, and not friendly at all.

You decided to sit down on the ground instead, and he followed suit.

“Whatever, Choi Yeonjun.”

“Hey.. thought you dropped it,” he pouted and tried acting cute.

You didn’t give a response but an inhale of your stick which you rather much focus on. A few brief seconds of silence, he spoke again.

“Remember during freshman year, we would text each other to sneak out and smoke during class?”

That sentence itself made you reminisce about those old times, and elicited a chuckle as you stared at the ground.

“Then you got caught by the class rep?”

“Yeah then I got caught! I took a bullet for us, baby."

He chuckled. There it was, your favourite smile appearing again. God, you miss it so damn much.

He was right, he has actually taken multiple bullets for your relationship, like he said; getting caught leaving class for reasons that your professor wouldn’t approve because he thinks of his students as if they were still young and naive even though everyone is well of age (seriously, who appoints a class rep in universities these days?). He even skipped his dance club meetings and trainings just to come down to see you, or accompany you while you wait for your next class to start, no matter if it was just 30 minutes.

However, at the end of the second semester, the two of you started to become extremely busy. One preparing for a dance competition and one practicing business presentations respectively. Ultimately, an argument just had to rise and break the relationship; over the fact that you two lacked communication and did not trust each other to be in the hands of another in replacement. Could you blame Beomgyu, Yeonjun’s dance partner for always spending time together? Or was it okay for him to point the blame on Soobin, your senior best friend who has been helping big time in preparing for your presentations?

But in truth, he was so agitated and pressured by his competition that he decided to blow smoke on you, blaming you for spending too much time with Soobin and that he was jealous. You were stressed too, and took things too emotionally. It was a typical relationship issue you thought you could talk things through for, but he did not have the same idea. Alas, it was the beginning of your downfall.

A few weeks after the breakup, he came back, haunting you and your friends like a spirit with unfinished business, begging to be brought back in once more and that he was at fault. The first and second time he begged you, you couldn’t even look into his eyes because you were so disappointed in him and yourself that you just walked away without responding. The third and fourth time he tried approaching you, he brought you letters and flowers that were placed on the usual spot you always sit in the lecture theatre for general studies class, which was once next to your beloved boyfriend (but now, Soobin takes that spot). He stopped doing so after seeing his flowers in the bin right outside the class.

Those times made you think, he really still loves you, and in truth, you still love him too, no matter how many times you tried denying it, by going to clubs with friends almost every week, and them telling you he isn’t worth it. You couldn't look him in the eye because you were scared of accepting this bittersweet truth. You threw the flowers because you didn't want your mother to be asking if Yeonjun gave you those and then ask a string of questions relating to your relationship and the boy, which makes her sound like she was more curious about your relationship with him than her own daughter’s wellbeing. All in all, you still hope he tries again, but with a better approach and at a better timing.

The fifth and last time. It was unexpected and accidental. The both of you didn’t watch where you were walking towards, and bumped shoulders hard enough to receive pain from it. After realising it was you who he bumped into, he told his friends to go without him, and you said the same to your own group. The conversation began, and from there it travelled back to the present.

is this perhaps the better approach at a better timing?

Your cigarette stick was slowly becoming shorter, so was his. Silence that was so uncomfortable fell in between the two of you.

“...I see you’re still wearing my hoodie. Does it still smell like me?”

Ah, right. You forgot about what you were wearing till he mentioned it. The grey oversized hoodie that he loved so much, he decided to give it to you before things got hectic, knowing you will miss him a hell lot when you two got very busy. You have been wearing it out of habit actually, but you didn’t really care because all hope was lost, so it was about time you lost his scent and made it yours.

“No, it smells like cigarettes now.”

“Hey, it was my favourite hoodie though! Should I bring back my scent that you love so much-”

“Stop, I don’t want to. I wear it out of habit. And for smoking.”

Yeonjun slowly retracted back his arms that were almost hugging your figure, wanting to hold you again once more, after the drought of not hugging someone that is as precious and adorable as you. He understood that you needed space, but that sentence did break his heart even more.

“...I’ll hear you out again once more. Properly. And I'll think about it this time," you mentioned your final choice to listen to his reasonings and explanations behind his never-ending fight to win you back.

In that split second his heart was mended instantly, and his lips stretched into a small smile, happy that the boy had finally gotten a small victory. He turned his whole body to you, and began speaking his truth.

“I admit I was at fault, the one who started the fight and initiated the break up. I know I messed up, big time. I won’t even blame the dance competition, or Soobin. Just myself. I was stupid enough to make that move out of the blue, especially when you were stressed about your presentations. I am terribly sorry for what I have done, and I promise you that when we have arguments again, I will never, ever do that again. You have been the best I ever had in my life, and I don’t want to be with anyone else, just you. I want to settle down with you and only you! I even thought about how many kids we should have and what kind of house we should-”

“Woah damn. Slow down? How did an apology get to a proposal?”

You giggled at his speech that sounded like he was going to get down on one knee to propose to you. He reacted the same as well, but for a different reason, when he saw you finally smiling because of him.

“Okay okay. Take your time though, I can wait all day for your response.”

“Really? Okay, I can go back to class and get back to you tonight then?” You joked, trying to get up from your spot while he tried to pull you back down. “Hey no i didn’t mean that!”

“I’m just joking, jjunie."

His heart fluttered at the mention of the nickname, that was specially made by you. No one else can call him that.

You decided to respond after sighing.

“Honestly? I feel the same. I too feel incomplete without you. Ever since we broke up, I couldn’t move on, and it felt wrong to do so. It was as if the universe didn’t allow me to. Do I resent you for that? Yes. Are you at fault? Obviously. But one thing I know for sure, that you regret it. From constantly begging me, to sending me letters and flowers, it was stupid, but it kind of reassured me to know that I wasn’t feeling stupid, alone.”

You looked at him after speaking, and he has been staring at you with glossy eyes, arms wrapped around his knees. You smiled genuinely towards him.

“My mother still asks about you too, you know? Asking when you are coming back to visit her again,”

With that sentence, tears fell from his eyes, he didn’t even put in the effort to wipe it off. His smile became crooked as his sobbing became harder. You felt bad, you hate to see your favourite person cry. You gave in, and gave Yeonjun a comforting hug, wrapping your warm arms around him, cooing and patting him like a little child.

“I’m sorry… I really am.”

“It’s okay. Me too.”

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bamnamuu · 8 months

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airdropped right to my heart ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ c.yj

warnings: cursing, yeonjun is whipped as hell

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem reader

taking the train home was normal for Yeonjun, what wasn't expected was the pretty girl sitting in front of him. he knew he had to do something to get her attention he just didn't know how, until he remembered airdrop.

a/n: Instead of finishing the two Soobin and Gyu fics, i made a whole new Yeonjun one for funz and the lolz :p

[ part two?!!??]

wc: 800

(kinda proofread)

Running to the last train Yeonjun hoped he wouldn't miss it. It wouldn't be the first time he's had to run like his life depended on it, he once missed the last train of the night so he called his friend Taehyun in hopes he would come to pick him up, and oh boy did he regret it, as the younger boy pulled up to the station rolling down his window

‘’Come hop right in!’’ taehyun said with an evil smile, as Yeonjun walked up to the passenger's side taehyun drove up a little, and when jun would catch up he did it again, this scheme went on until Yeonjun was sprinting to the boys' car yelling profanities at his friend, while was taehyun his laughing his ass off.

Yeonjun knew Taehyun had made a list to embarrass him so he vowed to himself that he would never miss the train again, Yeonjun thanked god he had long legs because he made it with little time to spare, he looked around to find an empty seat, and luckily he found one, as he sat down he looked up to find a girl.

Yeonjun has never believed in love at first sight, 'How exactly can you be in love with someone you've never spoken to?' He would say to Soobin, but now he’s thinking the opposite because of her, god he felt stupid but she was, is just so beautiful. the boy couldn't help but stare at her eyes as she looked out the window then at her phone, then toward him They put the stars to shame he thought, if anyone could read his mind they would 100 percent call him a giant loser but he didn't care. He wanted to talk to her, but then again he didn't want to creep her out, so he thought of an idea, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone he went to his photos, finding the newest and best selfie he had, put a little note on it, then opened airdrop and hoped shed would be on there, she was on her phone after all.

After scrolling through his options he came across one labeled ‘’ y/n’s phone’’, with very little hope it was her he clicked on the icon and waited.

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Normally y/n would never stay out this late, but when her boss asked her to stay a couple hours longer to help put away some new shipment she knew she wouldn't say no. To her surprise staying later wasn't actually that bad, she actually had a great time gossiping with some of her coworkers she rarely ever sees, plus the walk to the train with the leaving sun, who was she to complain. Making it to the train platform earlier than she had calculated, y/n put her headphones in and started her music. Her ride to and from work is long and boring so y/n usually brings a book for something to do, but when looking in her bag she comes to find her book nowhere to be seen, groaning trying to remember if she left it at home or at work the train pulls in, getting on finding an empty seat in the back, y/n pulled out her phone and scrolled away. Too much time passed and y/n still hadn't looked up from her phone since she got on until she saw a blur of a man hop on the train right before they departed, She didn't get a good look at him since he was facing away from her, about to look away the boy turned around and sat in the empty seat in front of y/n.

She knew she looked insane, crazy even, but she couldn’t help herself peeking through her eyelashes at the boy huffing two seats in front of her. between glances out the window and back at the boy y/n felt her phone buzz, mostly expecting it to be from her boss telling her she left some stuff there or whatnot, but it was something she would never have imagined in any lifetime, an airdrop notification from “juniethecutie phone” y/n couldn’t help but let out a giggle seeing the cropped picture of the boy in front of her, y/n knew she had never and will never hit the accept button faster then in that moment. Looking at the new addition to her camera roll, ‘’ You’re cute’’ the picture read. A newfound tint laid upon y/n's cheeks and she looked up at the boy who was waiting for her gaze, If he sent a photo it was only fair if she also gave him something y/n thought. Quickly taking a slightly blurred picture of herself with the simple caption of ‘’ Do you wanna come sit with me?’’, y/n found his airdropped contact and watched as he accepted, looked up to her then nodded his head and got up to sit in her booth.

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tokkibbang00 · 11 months

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WHY CAN'T WE BE FRIENDS? - C.YEONJUN (MASTERLIST)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT. UNEDITED.

synopsis: Being caught in a series of scandals and controversies, Yeonjun's company has had enough of his attitude problems and finally decides to send him off to university. Despite his arguments towards management, he has no choice but to follow them or else he can kiss his modelling career goodbye. You're a fashion major attending university. You'd think you'd be delighted hearing about the news of a famous model coming into your department, but as soon as you were seated beside him in one of your classes, you'd soon come to realize that you absolutely hated his guts.

rating: (n)sfw

pairing: model!choi yeonjun x fashion major!afab reader

genre: college!au, enemies to lovers!au, kinda angsty, reader and yeonjun are idiots.

warnings: cursing, yeonjun's kind of an asshole at first, mentions of alcohol, suggestive, (will add more when the full story is posted)

date started: 05-20-23 date ended: -

TEASER.

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tba.

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NOTE: Characters presented do not represent anyone mentioned in the story. This is a work of fiction and is not real.

a/n: this was originally planned to be a one-shot but i thought about it and it probably wouldn't make sense if it's just a one-shot. so here we go!! taglist for the story is open, just message me or slide in my asks! my requests are also open :]]

TAGLIST: @captivq @i-dont-give-a-fok @nxtsnw @suzirumas @emohazuzworld @hyusun @hyukablush @myahfig4 @missseoulite

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itstheoneshot · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 14

Somnophilia - Yeonjun

!dom Yeonjun

Yeonjun and yourself loved to experiment, indulging in every kink that you could ever imagine, no matter the intensity or rarity, you were willing to try them all.

So when the topic of fucking you while you were asleep came up, you were never going to turn down the idea.

You laid out some ground rules, prior consent, adequate preparation so that you wouldn’t be hurt, and then you awaited a night for him to decide that was when he wanted to go ahead with it.

It all started out as if you were in a dream, completely asleep and imagining Yeonjun’s fingers as they begin to explore your body.

Yeonjun stares at you hungrily, careful as he spreads your legs apart for him to fit in between them. He has his cock in one hand, stroking himself to full hardness, with a near animalistic nature to him, such desire overcoming him, perhaps he had been even more into this kink than he had realised.

The way that you lay there, unconscious and unbeknown to what is about to happen to you, drives him crazy. He sticks his middle and index finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the two digits until they are slick, saliva stringing from them as he takes them out and moves them to your core instead.

He is unsure if you will wake up as he makes his first contact, tracing the length of your cunt to transfer the spit in place of lubricant. He growls from deep in the back of his throat as you emit the tiniest whine, readjusting in your sleep, but you do not wake up.

His fingers enter you, and still you barely stir, though your dreaming becomes more vivid, it is a dream that you do not want to wake from, so still you sleep.

“So fucking hot,” He purrs, observing to make sure that you are wet enough before pulling his fingers out and coating his cock with the arousal instead, “Good girl, stay asleep for me, okay? I’ve got you.”

In your dream, Yeonjun has you in his arms, on your back in the sand at some secluded beach on a tropical island, it is romantic and heartfelt, you dream of sweet kisses leading to something more, as he removes your bikini to expose you to him, and to get you ready to take him in.

In reality, Yeonjun is already there, barely able to hold himself back as he enters you for the first time. You lay there, black out asleep, unmoving apart from the rise and fall of your chest, though your breathing does increase in pace as your dream - and your reality - becomes even more intense.

“Fuck,” Yeonjun breathes, his voice barely more than a whisper, “God, you are so perfect when you can’t say no.”

He had thought already, that this kink borders on another, and those words said aloud only blurred the lines more for him, but he has consent, you gave your consent. He tries to pay no mind to it, though he makes a mental note to add it to your never ending list of kinks to try, and god, does he want to try it.

Yeonjun continues to fuck you, his speed and intensity growing with every thrust, at some point losing the worry about if he is going to wake you up or not. The sight of you asleep, mouth slightly open, moans leaving your lips as a result of the sex, and the simultaneous sex dream, is sending him feral.

At some point you begin to wake, but only to a dreamlike state, eyes hazy and barely able to open. You see the dark figure above you. You feel his cock deep inside you. You know who it is, the man of your dreams, and of your reality.

“Yeonjun,” You slur, your words almost incoherent, “You fuck me so good.”

The praises urge him on, knowing that you aren’t going to ask him to stop has him going harder. He has one hand on your shoulder to stop you from sliding back at all, only making the thrusts into you more intense. His pace quickens again, as his orgasm closes in and yours is even closer. He wants you to cum with him, and he is always going to find a way to get you there.

Still in a daze, unable to make out anything other than the silhouette of your boyfriend above you, it happens. Your body shakes, and you are jolted further from your slumber and into consciousness. Yeonjun’s moans heighten at the same rate as your own as he too finishes, his cock pulsating as he releases his seed, making a total mess of the once peacefully sleeping you that was.

“Next time,” You start, as Yeonjun leans in to kiss you, “I wanna do that to you while you’re sleeping.”

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faerybin · 1 year

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「Choi Yeonjun」 ✵

So here you'll find all of my favorite Yeonjun fanfics that you should read! Hope you will enjoy and let me know if one of the links doesn't work!

DRABBLES & TIMESTAMPS *⁠.⁠✧

6:47 pm by @heartchoi ↴

[0.2k] — suggestive, fluff

8:58pm by @wooyukh ↴

[0.3k] — suggestive, angst

Stained kisses by @/hotboytaehyun ↴

[0.2k] — fluff, established relationship

Safe haven by @koishua ↴

[0.3k] — fiancé!yeonjun, comfort, angst

Soft and sweet by @beomdarling ↴

[0.3k] — fluff, smut

Toothpaste kisses by @dokiyeom ↴

[0.6k] — fluff, established relationship

Drunken desire by @gyulovly ↴ ✵

[0.6k] — non-established relationship, smut

Arcade date by @boba-beom ↴

[0.7k] — fluff, established relationship

I wish I was a baller by @delcakoo ↴ ♡

[1.3k] — fluff

Second wind by @gyuphorias ↴

[1.7k] — smut, established relationship, fluff

When my eyes are on you by @loveliestfelix ↴

[2k] — fluff, angst

Baby, I'm yours by @p0ckykiss ↴

[2.3k] — fluff, falling in love, friends to lovers

No pressure by @loveliestfelix ↴

Spin-offs ⇉ 4:15pm & 8:46pm

[3.1k] — fluff, some angst, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers

ONESHOT *⁠.⁠✧

Not a man of patience by @hyunsuks-beanie ↴

[2k] — smut

I Was Wrong by @ah-ga-seven ↴

[3.1k] — smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

Just for tonight? by @koqabear ↴

[3.8k] — strangers to lovers, bad boy!yj, smut, a tiny sprinkle of angst

Sore loser by @hyungieyoongi ↴

[3.9k] — harry potter!au, fluff, angst, enemies to lovers

Back roads by @gyuphorias ↴

[4k] — smut, fluff

Cliché by @heart2beom ↴ ✵

[4k] — fluff, best friends to lovers, little angst

Professional Pleasure by @sm-entertain-me ↴

[4.5k] — smut, adult entertainer!yeonjun, adult entertainer!reader

Play with me by @euphor1a ↴ ♡

[5.8k] — gamer!au, established relationship, smut, hurt/comfort

Enmity by @fizzydrink698 ↴

[6.9k] — enemies with benefits, office au

Sugar Rush by @ss-skyearn ↴ ✵ ♡

[7.8k] — angst, smut, fluff

Bad impression by @txt-trash ↴ ✵ ♡

[9.4k] — college au, smut, fluff

Calling all my lovelies by @moonhoures ↴

[15.2k] — smut, angst, fwb!au, fluff

Like you by @angelwonie ↴

[16.4k] — smut, fluff, slowburn, college!au

New fanfics ✵

Personal favorites ♡

Last updated : 02/20/2024

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jungwnies · 2 years

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최연준 ' choi yeonjun

cuddling with yeonjun has got to be the sweetest thing ever

he's so warm and he LOVESSS big spooning

he loves having you in his arms but he also tends to brush through your hair

places the softest kisses on your lips

yeonjun is not the typical boyfriend

he's everything you want and more and there is no doubt about that

whenever you walk by him while he's laying down he always opens his arms in hopes you'll cuddle with him

whether or not he's on the couch or in bed he will always be down to have you in his arms

enjoys when you face him and brush hairs away from his eyes and then kiss him

he also really enjoys kissing the tip of your nose when you are facing him

YEONJUN IS LITERALLY BOYFRIEND MATERIAL

AND NO ONE

LITERALLY NO ONE

CAN CHANGE MY MIND !

2022 © jungwnies

#txt imagines #txt fluff #choi yeonjun imagines #choi yeonjun x reader #choi yeonjun fanfic #choi yeonjun fluff #kpop imagines #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun fluff #bf!yeonjun #bf!choi yeonjun #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun fanfic #bf! yeonjun #jungwnies #𐐪♡︎₊˚ ― jungwnies #♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° ― requested

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choiwonder · 1 year

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KISS ME MORE — [ SCREW YOU ]

synopsis: it’s february! tis the season to be filled with cuddles, kisses and love! only problem is you’re single! so what do you do? cry to your coworkers about another not-so midlife crisis you’re having!! in hopes of cheering you up, beomgyu decides to set you up on a blind date. was this the best idea? no. of course not. you should have listened to the others attempts to stop you from saying yes, not aware that it’d be the parent of one of your students.

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note: i think im gay frl cuz literally last week a boy i kinda liked came over and we got high but as soon as he put his hand on my thigh i came up with a excuse so he could leave 😭😭😭 i dont even like his ass no more

taglist: @luvrhyune @jungwonszn @cyjlovebott @2ynjns @bubblytaetae @hyuneyeon @beomslay @gyukive @forever-in-the-sky2 @shota-pop @surshica @blehhhidk @wccycc @suburbiataehyung @fakedanger @meowmeowhoon @ttyunz @soobst3rr @aestheticsluut @foxsunoo @randomness7198 @luvsoobs @milkycloudtyg @captivq @soobsfairy444 @90sni-ki @sulliefimmie @koeuh @yoonrimin @alpha-mommy69 @cutiespaghetti @fairy-yeo @emohazuzworld @yeonyeonyeonjun @angelbythewindow @lovejunz @shiningstar-byulxx @yeehawnana @ahnneyong @chwlogy @gwyru @alyssajavenss @xiaoting999 @taegyuul @ghostfacefricker6969 @asters-abditory @fatoompie @miyawwn @x-sweethoney-x @cursedcursives ( closed! )

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itaehynz · 9 months

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SEVEN DAYS A WEEK. — C.YJ

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader

genre: fluff, crack, suggestive.

breakdown/summary: yeonjun is sooo seven coded — based off the song ‘seven’ by jungkook, i can no longer contain these thoughts about yeonjun 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i just know he’d be so consistent when it comes to him being in love with someone, like a lovesick puppy!

warnings: profanity, suggestive words, yeonjun is kind of a himbo (?), reader is a bit mean at first but she warms up to him, yeonjun does not give up at all.

yeonjun who is confused at first, as to why you’re not giving him the attention everyone else does? is there something wrong with him, is he ugly? it can’t be that. or maybe you just don’t get the hype of being so obsessed with him? ding ding ding. he’s first thinking to himself, maybe i can attract them with flowers? and that’s when he starts his mission:

getting you and your attention.

yeonjun, who tries to get you within a week’s time, if he can’t get you by saturday, he’ll leave you be… well, he would but he’s way too prideful, he knows he can get you within a week.

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SUNDAY.

he drops off a bouquet of flowers to your house, thank god you were home at the time. he feels as if he’s already had you wrapped around his finger before you text him.

tloml <3: don’t drop off shit at my house w/o letting me know first. i’m throwing them away + i still don’t want you.

ouch, that was harsh. he thinks to himself, typing a response for your “cruel” response to his offering.

you: y/nnn :( why do you hate me?

tloml <3: i don’t hate you, i just don’t like how you’re trying to throw yourself at me. can’t you take a hint?

you: well for one, i’m not throwing myself at you. it’s just when i want something, i don’t stop until i get it. and two, no, i cannot take a hint especially when it’s coming from you! 😋

tloml <3: yeonjun, please get the fuck off my phone. i gave you my number so you can ask me about the comic you purchased, not so you can send flowers to my home. next time you send something to my house, i’m going to find you and bash your smug face into cement.

you: oh my gosh you said my name 🤭 hearing you say that makes me so happy, you don’t even understand.

tloml <3: i’m not even really saying it…

you: so? i can hear it in my head.

tloml <3: you’re insane, don’t text me again.

he tries sending another message but it doesn’t go through, that’s when he finally realizes what you did. you BLOCKED him. he’s in utter shock. did he go too far? what if you hate him now? he shakes these thoughts away with a swipe of a hand through his hair. i guess i’ll just have to work harder for these next days.

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MONDAY.

yeonjun decides to bring food and flowers (again) to your job! he sees you from the window of his car, working the front register. your hair is tied up into a ponytail, you’re wearing a beige crew neck with the words “new york” embroidered on it, loose gray sweatpants & old high top converse.

good thing you work in a comic book store.

yeonjun thinks you look absolutely stunning. he leaves his car to approach the store, walking in with his chin held high plus the food and flowers in hand. you hear the bell above the front door ring, looking up to greet the new customer.

“hello! welcome to the eternal comic store, how can i-” you sigh, “what do you want, yeonjun?” you say as he looks at you with a bright smile.

“ohhh you know nothing, just wanted to drop these off for you,” he places the food and flowers on the counter, hoping you’ll atleast take something. you look at him annoyed, not understanding what’s so special about you that he continues to keep trying with you… you’re starting to like it.

“thank you but, can i ask you a question?” he nods. “why do you keep trying to get at me? i already said i don’t like you, was that not enough? do i have to punch you in the face?” you ask, irritation slowly making its way into your tone.

yeonjun raises his eyebrows, not expecting that question but still knowing his answer. “y/n, the first minute i walked in this store i just felt myself gravitating towards you. you have this type of aura, i don’t know how to describe it,” he pauses, resting his head on his chin.

“it’s just like, you’re comforting? yeah that, even though you’ve been nothing but mean to me… i can tell that’s just you having your guard up to protect yourself and i get it. but besides you having a comforting aura, you’re just really pretty and i’d also like to get to know you because you seem cool! and, please do not punch me, i might cry.” he finishes, straightening his lips into a thin line.

you blink, trying to understand everything. you open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out, so you just roll your eyes and nod. he watches your expression with the same smile on his face, admiring how nice your eyes are.

“thank you for the food and flowers yeonjun, but please get out of the store,” you finally say, rushing a hand through your hair. he catches the small smile you give him and nods before saying, “alsooo, do you mind unblocking my number? i won’t annoy you but can you please just do it?” he asks with a small pout.

you nod shooing him away and pulling out your phone to do so. he smiles widely, walking away with his hands in his pockets.

even though he annoys you to no end, he’s very consistent and it’s something you slightly admire. just slightly.

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TUESDAY.

yeonjun comes back to your job with nothing to give except his conversation. he waves at you as he walks in, not caring how you stare at him blankly instead of waving back.

this time he came in with a friend, a friend named soobin apparently. yeonjun must be talking about you to soobin because he keeps glancing over at you behind the counter.

“see, she’s so pretty. doing her job and stuff, normal human things,” he sighs, “why doesn’t she want me?” he looks over at soobin.

soobin rolls his eyes, looking through the manga section. “probably because you’re a pain in the ass? i don’t know though, just a thought.” yeonjun smacks the back of his head, causing it to make a noise which has your head perking up from your phone.

he looks over at you, smiling and waving his hand trying to say it’s nothing, don’t worry which has you rolling your eyes and looking back down at your phone.

his smile fades away as he looks back at soobin, “don’t be a dumbass, i’m not even that annoying to her… yet,” he adds looking over at you once again. “yeah, yet.” soobin mumbles.

“i’m sorry, what was that?” yeonjun asks, which makes soobin shake his head. he nods, snapping his fingers as a way to tell soobin to hurry up.

soobin picks up a manga, walking over to the counter. yeonjun follows behind, smile adorning his face as he approaches you. seeing him from your peripheral, you choose to ignore him and focus on his friend.

“will that be all?” you ask as soobin nods, “okay, that will be 8.36. will you be paying with cash or card?” yeonjun notices how you haven’t said much of a word to him nor have you even gave him his daily dose of mean glares. “card is fine,” soobin says.

you accept his card, swiping it quickly before handing it back. “enjoy your read!” you chirp, giving him a small smile.

yeonjun tells him to go, watching as he walks out. looking back over at you, he pouts, “y/nnn, why haven’t you talked to me?” he quirks his head to the right.

“what is there to talk about? once again, i already said i don’t like you, yeonjun.” you walk out from behind the counter, going over to a bookshelf. he follows you like a lost puppy, pout stuck on his face.

“yes, i get that but you haven’t like me for a while and we still spoke a little. what’s so different now, do you not like me even more today?” he questions, coming closer to you.

you turn around to him and say, “yeah, pretty much.” he stands there, pout gone and jaw on the floor.

“WHAT DID I DO?” he yells, making the few customers turn around. your eyes widen, covering his mouth with your hand. you grab him by his hand, dragging him to the back room, “yeonjun, shut up! do not yell please, i was kidding.” you whisper yell.

“y/n, please let go of my hand before i kiss you,” he says with a blank look on his face.

you look down to see you are in fact, holding his hand. you snatch it away, confused on why you didn’t do so sooner. looking back up at him, you sigh telling him that it’s just best to not yell anymore or else he’ll be banned from the store.

“i thought you’d want me banned from the store?” he asks, genuinely confused. “as much as i’d love to, you and your friends are some of our best paying customers,” you tell him as you walk back to the front.

he follows behind you with a light smirk on his face, “can you please say you enjoy my company already, this fake rudeness is getting a bit old y/n,” he says yawning into his palm.

“get out the store.” you tell him exhausted, rubbing your nose bridge with two fingers. he raises his hands in defense before walking away while saying “byeee y/n, i’ll see you tomorrow,” blowing you a kiss.

“bye yeonjun,” resting your chin in your hand, thinking about the whole thing. is yeonjun starting to grow on you? it seems so.

let’s pray you don’t make it too obvious.

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WEDNESDAY.

this time, yeonjun doesn’t even come in the store. he doesn’t even text you either, which is a shock to you.

hm, he must have not tried anything today, you sigh, finally some peace and quiet.

well, that’s what you thought. until yeonjun’s friend, soobin comes into the store.

“hi, are you y/n?” he asks carefully. you nod slowly, confused with what’s going on. “yeonjun wanted me to give you this, enjoy your day!” he adds, handing you a small box with an envelope attached to it.

“you too,” you say looking down at the box, confusion gracing your features. what the hell is this, you think to yourself.

you open the envelope first, seeing a letter.

“hi pretty, it’s yeonjun.

today is the worst day of my life, i came down with a fever :( i couldn’t drop you off anything because i didn’t have any energy to reach for my phone, hence why i’m writing a letter!! i hope i’m okay by tomorrow or if not, friday.

i’m really really sorry i couldn’t send you food with this, i’ll try tomorrow if i feel okay. for now, you can just have this. i’ve noticed you have an interest in lotus flowers so, i hope you like this.

love, yeonjun. :)”

you place the letter to the side, opening the small box.

a necklace.

he got you a fucking necklace.

a silver lotus flower necklace, it’s actually beautiful. you take it out, checking if it’s real just for… precautions. you once again don’t know what’s so special about you that yeonjun decided to give you necklace but you’re gonna wear it. you don’t know why but something just feels right about wearing it, is it possible that you may be falling for yeonjun? you’d like to say no but you’re not even sure of your own answer.

you spend the rest of the day at home contemplating on whether you should text yeonjun, just to check if he’s okay. not that you really care or anything (you do).

you: hi yeonjun, i got your gift and letter from soobin. thank you for the necklace :) i just wanted to check up on you, see if you’re okay. text me back when you can, love you.

you send the message without hesitation before reading over it but once you do, you regret ever sending it.

you told yeonjun you love him. are you fucking insane?

before you can even finish processing what you’ve done, your eyes are widening in shock. seeing three bubbles pop up meaning that yeonjun is texting back. fuck, what if he doesn’t say it back? no, what if he says it back and doesn’t mean it.

a few minutes pass as your phone pings in alert, a text from yeonjun gracing your notifications. you open it reading,

yeonjun: hi pretty <3 thank you for texting me, i was scared you hated me or something lol

yeonjun: but you’re welcome, it was nothing! you know i love giving you things ☺️ & thank you for checking in, i’m doing a bit better! i had some kimchi soup my friend taehyun made for me, it was really good, i hope you ate something >:(. but yes i’m feeling a bit better so thank you for that! and, i’ll always text back fast if it’s you!

yeonjun: but i’m gonna go back to sleep bcuz junie is sleepy… & i love you too pretty :)

for some reason, you can’t help but feel glad that he’s doing better but… you’re even happier that he said he loves you too.

your stomach is filled with butterflies as you reread the last message over and over again, stuck on the fact that he didn’t even question how early you said the L word.

this is a very unfamiliar feeling, you’re not very fond of it. but you’re going to stop yourself before it gets any worse.

—

THURSDAY.

once again, yeonjun doesn’t show up. but his friend does, it’s a different friend though.

jjun: hi pretty! i’m still a little sick so i’m having my friend drop off some food for you + something extra ;) i hope you enjoy, love you & enjoy your shift!

you: read at 10:07 am.

you feel bad for not responding back but once again, stopping yourself before it gets worse is the only the thing you know.

who you’re assuming is yeonjun’s friend comes in, he has long brown hair and doe eyes. he’s wearing a blue beanie & a plain white short sleeve with grey sweats. he gently smiles at you, waving hello before walking up to the counter.

“this is from yeonjun, which i’m pretty sure you knew already,” he pauses to look around, “oh, he also says that he loves you and he’ll see you tomorrow!” he nods with a smile still on his face. you say thank you before he begins walking out the store, looking down in the bag you notice another small box somewhat the same from yesterday and another envelope.

you open the envelope first once again, reading what yeonjun has written to you.

“helloooo again pretty! i know you’re probably already tired of these letters but it has become a form of communication between us and now i’ll never stop!

i noticed you didn’t respond to my message which made me a little sad but maybe you’re just having a bad day! which is totally okay, i just hope you enjoy this meal and have a good rest of your day at work!

love, yeonjun! :)”

you fold the letter back up, guilt coming back to you as the letter reminds you that you haven’t responded to him.

you know what, fuck this. you’re not responding. don’t let the guilt eat you alive and just carry on with your day, he’ll be fine.

you finish up your shift at 6pm. you walk to the back room, punching in your time sheet once again to clock out.

you have your airpods in, music playing before it pauses. siri reads, “incoming facetime call from yeonjun”.

why the hell is he calling you? he must have buttdialed you. you let it ring, waiting for it to hang up by itself but when it does, he calls you again.

growing agitated, you take your phone out of your pocket and decide to pick up.

“what do you want yeonjun? why are you calling me?” is the first thing you ask as his face pops up on the screen.

he has a pout on his face and his eyes are narrowed “why haven’t you texted me y/n,” he sniffles slightly. “do you fucking hate me?” he asks, you start growing regretful of the decision you made as you hear how upset he sounds.

“what?” is all you can seem to say right now, which leaves him baffled.

“that’s all you’re gonna say?” he asks, venom lacing his tone for the first time in a while.

“yes, goodbye yeonjun.” you say before hanging up abruptly, leaving yeonjun shocked on the other end.

tomorrow, yeonjun’s definitely going to give you an earful.

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FRIDAY.

today, yeonjun finally comes in. you sigh heavily, already knowing what’s about to come. you’re ready for him to talk your ear off but you weren’t ready for what he came in wearing.

he’s wearing a black wifebeater with a gray hoodie over it, black sweatpants and black converse. his long black hair is slightly disheveled from all the times he’s ran his hands through it. his plump lips, covered in moisturizer as they shine from the store lighting. makes you wonder what his lips would look like covered in your slick after licking you up so softly, slim fingers pumping in and out of your rough walls, hitting that same spot over, and over again.

get your head out of your ass y/n.

you shake off these thoughts, watching yeonjun walk up to the counter.

“can i talk to you in the back,” he asks with a fake smile gracing his face. you nod as you get up, telling your coworker to handle the register for you.

you and yeonjun both go to the back before you speak first.

“what are we in here for?” you question already knowing the answer. he rolls his eyes in annoyance, clicking his tongue.

“ever since you said you loved me in messages, which i knew was a mistake, you’ve been ignoring me. why is that?” he says ticking his head to the side.

you look up trying to find a valid response, “i don’t know yeonjun, maybe i just didn’t feel like texting you anymore after that?” you say, fake irritation lacing your tone.

his eyes widen in shock, “really y/n? that’s your excuse? that’s the dumbest shit i’ve ever heard, please be honest with me. you know i won’t judge anything you tell me.” he says, genuine anger starting to cover up his gentle tone.

you sigh, “i don’t know why honestly. yeonjun, you’ve been doing nothing but bothering me ever since last friday so, i don’t even understand how i could feel this way.”

yeonjun’s eyebrow raises, “feel what way?” you blink in shock.

“i’m pretty sure i have feelings for you.” you say, looking down at your shoes.

now it’s yeonjun’s turn to blink in shock, “oh wow.” he says looking over to the side.

“and y/n, why didn’t you tell me?” he asks. “because i wasn’t sure before and i tried to make myself lose feelings but, you kept doing all this sweet shit for me and i just couldn’t stop myself anymore. i really do like you, yeonjun.”

you both share a look before yeonjun glances down at your lips and you do the same to him.

his eyes dart back up to yours before he smiles gently.

“y/n, you know i like you back. i make it very clear but, i get why you were scared… i think. you were probably confused by the unfamiliar feeling, and i completely understand that.” he says, now speaking in his normal tone.

your face softens at the way he’s trying to understand where you’re coming from. you smile softly, making his eyes light up.

“that’s the first time i’ve ever seen you smile y/n,” he says with pure adoration glazing his naturally soft tone.

“yeah, i know,” you say with the smile still on your face.

“i’d like it if you smiled more around me, it’s really pretty,” he adds, watching you cover your face with your hands.

he brings his hand to your face, peeling your hands away. he licks his lips, implying that he obviously wants something.

“i already know what you want so just do it—” you say before he cuts you off, smashing his lips onto yours. even though you’re slightly caught off guard, you kiss back with just as much passion as him.

one of his hands are softly gripping onto your neck as the other is resting on your hip. both of your arms are slinging around his neck, moving into him deepening the kiss.

he moves the hand on your waist down to your thigh, tapping softly signaling you to jump up. doing so, he picks you up with ease resting you down on a small counter near the back room door. his left hand begins rubbing small circles into the flesh of your thigh, while his right hand is grabbing your chin to deepen the kiss even more with his tongue.

the slight intrusion of his tongue makes you softly moan into the kiss which has him lowering the kisses to your neck, he lightly sucks on your sweet spot drawing a delicious moan from you. he covers your mouth with his free hand, continuing to suck on that spot making you close your eyes in satisfaction.

he stops abruptly, a smug smile plastered on his face.

“i don’t think we should be doing this here, y/n,” he whispers with the same smile still on his face. you groan in annoyance, but think about how right he is.

“we can finish this back at my place, if you want?” he asks as he eyes you down with lust glazing over them. you nod bashfully, jumping off the counter gently patting down your clothing to try and make yourself look normal.

he does the same, fixing his hair and clothing. you both walk out before you ask your co-worker to clock you out when it’s time for your shift to end. they nod with a smile, already knowing what you’re about to be up to.

you smile back, walking out hand in hand with yeonjun, letting yeonjun take you to his place to have you however he would like to.

—

SATURDAY.

you wake up to find yourself in an unfamiliar space. you look over to find your clothes on the floor, along with someone else’s. they’re yeonjun’s. you finally realize what you’ve done, you slept with him.

you look down at your waist, seeing his arms wrapped around you. you try to get out of his grasp to go to the bathroom but he subconsciously tightens it, “y/nnn, where are you going?” he mumbles sleepily, pout resting on his face.

your face softens at the sound of his voice, “just to the bathroom jun, i’ll be back don’t worry,” you say. he hums in response, “my shirts are in the top left drawer and my boxers are right under that drawer.”

he releases his grasp on you and lets you get up to find clothing. you get up and walk to his drawer, picking the first pieces of clothing you see and putting them on. you walk over to his bathroom, taking a new toothbrush out of the pack.

you peek out the bathroom, seeing that yeonjun is still sleeping. you take a few minutes to brush your teeth and wash your face, coming up with the plan to make you and yeonjun breakfast.

you make your way to the kitchen, trying not to make any noise as you look for a frying pan. once you find one you turn on the stovetop, checking the fridge for any eggs. grabbing the carton, you crack a couple onto the already heated pan preparing an omelette.

you hear soft footsteps approaching you, feeling yeonjun’s arms wrap around you once again.

“good morning baby, what are you making?” he asks, looking over your shoulder to see what’s being made. he hums in delight, nuzzling his nose the crook of your neck, placing open mouthed kisses.

“jun stop, you’re distracting me,” he giggles, moving away from your neck to let you focus.

“how much longer is this gonna takeeee, i wanna cuddle with you,” yeonjun pleads, a small frown painting his features.

“i’m almost done, give me a sec,” you reply, plating both dishes & finally walking over to sit down next to yeonjun.

he smiles in glee, taking in the smell of the freshly-made breakfast. he pats the cushion next to him motioning for you to sit down as you hand him his plate.

“thank you pretty,” he says while cutting the omelette into a small enough bite for him to chew, humming in delight at the savory taste. you watch him with a mix of hopefulness & confusion swirling in your eyes, waiting for him to tell you he likes it.

he nods slowly, “i like it! it’s really good, your cooking is amazing y/n,” he smiles, taking another bite.

“thank you yeonjun,” you say as you begin to take small bites of your own food. you feel the male next to you wrapping his arm around your waist, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“i know this is sudden but, will you be my girlfriend? i really want you to be, it’d really mean the world to me… you can say no!” he mumbles at first, gradually increasing his volume. you stare at him dumbfounded, shocked he’d even think you’d want anything else more than that.

“it’s weird you’d think otherwise jun, i’d love to be your girlfriend.” you say, raising your hand to gently rub his cheek.

he melts into your touch, turning his head to kiss your palm.

“i’m glad, i love you so so much.”

“i love you so so much more.” you say, before pressing a soft kiss onto yeonjun’s lips.

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yeonyeonyeonjun · 7 months

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Serendipity

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader

word count: 505

synopsis: You were stood up by your date, when a mysterious man came to take his place.

warning: bickering, and I think that is all? let me know if I have missed something :)

a/n: I'm back? kinda. just wanted to try getting back to writing, but let's see how this goes. this is kinda a series? or just a collection of written works until I get bored? pls don't expect frequent updates, I swear I'm bad at all of this 😭 anyway, I hope you guys like this :)) pls feel free to give feedback <3

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At this point, you wondered why you had decided to show up in the first place. You should have dumped him the last time he said he would change. But now here you were, munching on some bread, annoyed and potentially planning his murder. As you munched, you sadly, very SADLY made eye contact with the old couple sitting diagonally to you. They shot you a sad look as you smiled back awkwardly.

As your gaze made its way around the room, you realized, everyone was taking sneaky glances at you. You were so going to murder him. Just as you were about to give up and head home, someone sat across from you, sighing loudly.

“So sorry babe, the traffic was preposterous.” The mystery man said.

“Preposterous? You literally called traffic that?” You replied, not surprised by the choice of words.

“Hey, I’m trying to help you here, and you’re insulting me?!” The man continues.

“Um, well thank you-”

“Yeonjun.” He smiles.

“Yeonjun.” You smiled back.

“So, before this gets awkward and we just start to gawk at each other, why don’t you tell me something about this idiot being who stood you up?” He continues.

“Well, his name is Leo. He was supposed to show up about, let's say an hour ago?” You draw.

“Be honest, how long have you been waiting?”

“An hour and a half?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” You sigh.

“I’m surprised you haven’t thrown your glass of water at me.”

“I know, I should cause a scene. But that old couple sitting diagonally to us have been giving me pitied looks, and they’re looking at us now. So I’m kind of afraid that they might just get a heart attack if I do something this bold.” This makes the boy laugh.

Your eyes widen at the sound. You have encountered your fair share of attractive men, but this man, is something different. Even his laugh is something different. Maybe. Just maybe you are onto something with this date.

“Why did you decide to help me?” You ask, making Yeonjun tilt his head at you in response.

“What do you mean? I saw a pretty girl waiting for some douche and thought why not take a chance and treat you the way you should be treated? Nicely.” He asked.

“Sounds a little cocky to me.” You challenge.

“Agreed. Let’s just get to know each other as friends first. I am sure you will fall for my charms soon enough.” He smirks and shoots you a wink.

“Are you guys ready to order?” The waitress asks, and finally, you get to have food.

The entire night went by with you and Yeonjun conversing over something or the other. By the end, you were a little sad to be saying goodbye.

"Before you leave, I just want to say thank you. For everything." You say with a smile.

"I only accept thank yous in exchange for phone numbers." He says with a smile.

"Well, here you go then." You say, smiling back.

___

Part one done?

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agustdiv1ne · 1 year

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Congrats on your 2k milestone!! 💙💙

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wc: 967 (i may have gotten carried away,,,)

warnings: 18+, prince!yeonjun, servant!reader, forbidden romance type beat, mirror sex, unprotected sex (do not do this), more dom!yeonjun bc i said so !

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“my prince, we can’t. not now,” you whisper as you squirm in your lover’s arms. his nimble fingers come up to gently squeeze the column of your throat. a whimper tumbles from your lips in response.

“i thought we were past the whole ‘my prince’ thing, love. say my name, and perhaps i’ll listen,” he growls from behind you, his free hand moving to pull your back closer to his front. “you know how to be good.”

“y-yeonjun,” you breathe, and he groans at the pretty sound. “i must get back to work, else your parents may very well let me go.”

he teeth bare a grin against your neck. “you know that they wouldn’t, darling. you’re their favorite.” and he’s correct; the queen personally calls upon you more than her own appointed servants, and even gifts you tiny trinkets every so often. the king, by extension of his wife, remains pleasant to you.

“i thought you would listen if i obeyed you,” you mutter. “liar.”

“i said perhaps, pretty. you must understand the difference,” he chuckles as he begins to unlace your bodice, stripping you slowly of your modest servant attire. when your dress slips from your shoulders and crumples in a pile on the floor beneath, you are all but bare to yeonjun’s hungry gaze. one his hands cups your breast, his thumb brushing over your pebbled nipple sending tiny shocks of pleasure throughout your body. he suddenly nudges you onto the bed in front of you — his bed — lush and comfortable with the finest fabrics one could purchase. the silken sheets smooth over your bare skin as he manipulates your body so that your front presses against the mattress, your back arched prettily behind you. he adjusts himself so that he rests on his knees behind you, his hands coming to grip the supple flesh of your ass.

“so pretty,” he mutters as his fingers trail down to your exposed entrance. “you’re so wet for me already, love. are you sure you would prefer to return to work?”

you push back against his fingers silently, searching for any semblance of pleasure that you could receive. your duties have been tucked into a small corner of your brain; for now, all that you can think of is the man whose fingers are currently sinking into your wanting entrance.

“please,” is all you can manage to whimper as his fingers finally fill you to the knuckle, your face burying deeper into the sheets to muffle your moans. he tuts at this as he removes his fingers, a whine of despair sounding from your throat before morphing into moan when he grips your hair.

“look up,” he orders, and you follow his words immediately, only to be met with your reflection staring back at you, your hazy eyes drooping with want. the mist floating in your brain clears at the realization. since when did he have a mirror in front of his bed?

“i had it installed earlier today,” he explains, as if reading your mind, while a hand squeezes your waist. “i truly hope you enjoy my gift, princess. i requested it with you in mind.”

“thank you, but why?” you gasp as he removes his flowing white shirt, exposing his toned abdomen to you through the mirror. as he unbuttons his slacks, a wolfish grin overtakes his features.

“because i want you to be able to watch me fuck you until you cannot speak,” he growls, causing a shiver to run down your spine. soon enough, you feel his cock resting at your entrance, the head slightly pushing in before the sensation disappears.

“don’t tease, please,” you whisper as you stare directly into his reflection’s eyes. his breath shudders at your wanton state, finally giving in with a swift forward shift of his hips. immediately, your face buries into the mattress to muffle your unbearably loud moan. his movements cease before he settles his grip in your hair once more. your scalp screams in pain as he pulls your head up to face the mirror.

“eyes. on. me,” he asserts in a dangerous tone, one that has you clenching around him. his jaw ticks at the sensation. “or else i will leave you a needy little mess for the rest of the day. understand?”

“yes. please, just please fuck me — o-oh.” your begging is cut short as his the motion of his hips returns, his cock gliding against your walls in a way that has you seeing stars. his eyes never leave your face as his hand retracts from your hair, finding purchase on your hips. he drinks in the sight of your eyes rolling back as you try your best to focus on the man who is bringing you such delicious pleasure. whimpers and moans unabashedly fall from your lips into the heady air of the prince’s bedroom.

“so fucking good for me, darling,” he grunts as his thrust grow sloppier, his fingers beginning to circle your weeping bud. your fingers grip the expensive sheets below you as your vision drifts in and out of focus. “cum for me darling, cum on my cock like a good girl.”

it doesn’t take much longer for your body to obey your lover’s commands. you squeal out his name as your high crashes into you like a tsunami, your entire body quaking as you watch yeonjun throw his head back in pure pleasure. he cums moments later, his warm seed painting your walls before his entire body weight is collapsing on top of you. both of you pant, no words exchanged, as you both bask in the afterglow of your orgasms.

“that was amazing,” he murmurs. “you’re unbelievable.”

“that was quite the gift,” you giggle tiredly. “but, really, you must get off of me. i can’t breathe.”

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bamnamuu · 7 months

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2:47am 최연준

Hiding out on the top of your apartment building has become a habit you can’t quit, and your neighbour Yeonjun has caught you leaving your flat at an hour in the night most people would be sleeping, but not you or Yeonjun, no, you two were now going up the stairs to the pigeon infested roof “why do you like coming up here?’’ Yeonjun spoke quietly, leaning against the small wall “It’s the only place in the city where you can see the stars and sky perfectly’’ you say, moving to sit across from Yeonjun. a comfortable silence fell between the two of you, staring up at the friendly night sky and finding the north star “look there!” you said while lifting your finger to point at the sky “what? What are we looking at?’’ Yeonjun said walking over to you confused “the north star it’s right there.’’ still pointing at the sky looking at the confused boy next to you, “liar!’’ he followed “No Junie I’m being serious!’’ you said before moving your hands to grab yeonjuns, and lifted them up to help him point at the star “mhm mhm still don’t see it!’’ he said, shaking his head. “That's because you're too tall, not in my eye line’’ you said letting out a small giggle “Fine’’ Yeonjun moved his head down to meet yours, placing his cheek next to yours, you can feel his heat as the cold wind seems to pick up around you. “Go on show me’’ he spoke sweetly, you don’t focus on his words, no, you're too busy admiring his face until you make eye contact, “quit staring and just show me, please’’ he said. With his hand still in yours you help him find the north star, he lets out a breath “sorry for calling you a liar.’’ Before you have a chance to speak you and Yeonjun are looking at something even more special than the north star. This was a one-in-a-million chance that you would ever see a magical moment that only the two of you get to share. “did we just…was that real?!’’ Yeonjun said smiling turning to face you “holy shit we just saw a shooting star!’’

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ro-written · 11 months

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Don't Wanna Fall In Love pt. 1 - C.Y

Tags/Warnings: gn!reader, player!Yeonjun, college!AU, bestie!Wooyoung, cursing, mentions of sex (no smut though!), partying, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 2.3k

Playlist:

“No Role Modelz” by J. Cole “Don’t Wanna Fall In Love” by Kyle

Part 2

Choi Yeonjun was known around campus for a variety of reasons. He was attractive, had decent grades, and was in a well-known friend group everyone wanted to join.

And he was a player.

Everyone knew this. And yet everyone seemed to think they could change him. Lock him down in a relationship and claim him as a trophy—an easy ride into popularity at school.

Yeonjun knew this every time he brought someone new into his apartment. But the thing was, that’s what made it so fun to him. Seeing what new tricks they would try to get him to ask them out on a proper date. The best attempt so far was cooking him a full breakfast in the morning rather than leaving altogether. That morning he sat there, ate breakfast in silence, and then gave them his signature “sympathetic” smile, followed by his usual spiel:

“I’m not really the best boyfriend type. Honestly, I’m kind of shitty at relationships. We can be friends though! I do hope you understand.”

It was well rehearsed after giving it to an assortment of people. Tweaked and polished to perfection. Started by giving a reason that explained his response, put the blame on him and his “shittiness” at relationships, gave them an alternative answer, and played at their sympathy. And they would eat it up every time. Admit their defeat as they walked out the door of his flat.

It was a cycle that repeated every time. And somehow, he never got tired of it.

—

You were never quite one for parties. At the risk of sounding like the “not like every other girl” trope, you just didn’t find too much enjoyment in them. Wasn’t your crowd, wasn’t your scene, but you never held it against others who did enjoy them. Your best friend, for example, was very into parties.

“Woo, I don’t know–”

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease,” he pleaded as he gave you his best puppy dog eyes.

Yes, Wooyoung was very into parties, and tonight would be one of the bigger ones that Yeonjun and his crew were throwing at Choi Beomgyu’s house. A celebration for the end of the first semester and surviving through finals. And your best friend was dead set on getting you to go to one party before you both left out for winter break.

“You know how I feel about those things…why can’t we just stay in and drink! I’ll even make your favorite ramen.” You tacked the last part of the sentence as a way to sweeten the deal, knowing he had a hard time saying no to your ramen. His eyebrows went up as he thought deeply about it.

“That’s a very tempting offer, I must admit,” he scratched his jaw. “But I really, really, really wanna go to this party. It’s being hosted by the Fabulous Five."

“Very stupid name.”

“Shut it.”

“I mean who calls themselves ‘the Fabulous Fi’–”

“Okay, I don’t think they call themselves that, everyone else just does,” he rolled his eyes and put his hands in the air. You laughed at his exasperated state, knowing that you could give just as much attitude as he could throw your way.

“But that’s not the point. The point is that this party means a lot to me,” he looked you in the eye, fully serious. “And I would really like it if my best friend was there beside me.” His words struck a deep cord in you. There was turmoil going on between your head and heart. Your heart was telling you to go with and be there for your best friend, just as he is there for you in everything. Your head told you to stay back, that you would absolutely hate it there. It would all be too much for you, and you knew that.

But goddammit, Wooyoung was looking at you like a hopeful little kid right now.

“You make it sound like you’re getting married, Jung.”

“If I find the right person tonight, maybe I will,” he laughed, grabbing your hand. “Pretty please? I will do the dishes all of next week.”

With a sigh, you looked down at your hand in his and gave it a squeeze. You really did hate doing the dishes.

“Fine.”

—

It was all…quite loud.

As soon as you stepped into the house the heat from all the bodies hit you. Smoke made the air so thick you could almost chew it. The volume of the music really did a number on your ears.

You had found a stair step that wasn’t being used to sit and scroll on your phone. Wooyoung had gone off somewhere with some dark-haired boy - saying something about “I’ll be back in a bit” - and left you to your own device.

For a while you people watched. There was a beer pong game going you found to be interesting, and afterward, a round of stack cup. You recognized a few of the players from your classes but weren’t super close to any of them. A few people went past you on the stairs up to god-knows-where, which you would shift out of the way a bit to avoid being stepped on. Some people you knew by name swung by to say hey, but that was the extent of your conversations in the midst of the chaos.

Eventually, nothing seemed all too interesting anymore, and you found yourself turning to your phone to do literally anything. You watched some videos, looked through the news a bit, texted back a friend or two, and before you knew, it only thirty minutes had gone by. You closed off your phone and hung your head, social battery depleting fast.

“You look like you could use a drink.”

A voice came from in front of you, and you looked up to find the source.

Choi Yeonjun stood right in front of you, holding out a cup of some transparent drink with an orange tint to it. Your eyes flickered from the drink up to his face, a gentle smile gracing it.

“No offense, but I don’t typically take drinks from strangers.” You gave him a light smile in order to politely decline him. He could have done anything to that drink, I don’t know him.

You knew of Yeonjun’s reputation around your school. You weren’t one to judge anyone for what they chose to do with their bodies. You’ve had a few one-night stands here and there but never made it a frequent thing. You did, however, try to go out of your way to steer clear of him and his friends out of not wanting to be caught up in any attention. Many of his escapades were pretty vocal about their time with him, and it brought them a bit of notice from your peers. You preferred to not be a similar case.

He smiled and nodded his head at your rejection, before putting the same cup to his mouth and downing the liquid. Your eyes widened a bit at how fast he took it down, before giving him another smile and looking awkwardly around at the other party-goers.

“Perhaps,” he started after a moment of silence. “I could accompany you to the kitchen. You could make your own drink, and I can properly introduce myself so we aren’t strangers anymore.” He offered a hand out to you, which you looked at for a second, wrestling your options.

Either A: Stay here and wait till Wooyoung comes back after who knows how long…

Or B: Go grab a little drink to help make it through this night.

Grabbing his hand, you stood up from the stairs. You immediately dropped it, which caused Yeonjun to furrow his eyebrows a bit before collecting himself.

“Follow me.”

—

Your curtains brought direct sunlight into your eyes, causing you to stir a bit to shift away from the assault. You groaned as your arm came up to cover your face.

And suddenly, an arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close to a warm body next to you.

Now I’m awake.

Your head whipped to the side to see Yeonjun still asleep next to you, his pouty lips were slightly open, cheek smushed against your pillow. His black hair was splayed across the pillow, giving him a bit of bedhead.

Eventually, your eyes trailed down his neck to his bare chest, and lower to where the blanket covered his waist down. You brought your eyes down and found you were wearing his shirt from last night, some band tee that had been oversized on him.

Your heart was racing as you tried to place all the spotty memories in order.

Kitchen for drinks.

We were talking on a couch at some point.

More drinks, I think.

Wooyoung left out, said he wasn’t going back to the apartment tonight.

You told Yeonjun you were headed out, he wanted to walk back with you.

“Gotta make sure you’re safe.”

You invited him into your apartment to sober up a bit before he left.

So how did he get into your bed?

“Um,” his voice drew you out of the mental puzzle. You turned your head to find him looking directly at you, eyes still a bit groggy. “Hey.”

“...Hi.” You looked at him with wide eyes, certain you looked crazy. This was not how anything was supposed to go, and he needed to leave before Wooyoung got back to the apartment. If he hasn’t been back already…

“Uh, so I’m really–”

“I’m sorry Yeonjun, last night was a mistake.” You offered him a sympathetic smile, cutting him off. His mouth stayed open, lost for words, eyes widened in confusion. He was taken aback, not knowing quite how to respond. You lifted the covers, ignoring his lower half, and stood up quickly, trying to find a pair of shorts, pants, anything to cover your legs.

“W-...It was?” He sat up and tilted his head to the side, looking vaguely like a lost puppy. You nodded your head with a tight-lipped smile.

“Yea, it’s just…I’m really not looking for anything right now. Mainly just focused on studies, you know?” You pulled out some sweatpants from a pile of clothes you had been meaning to fold. Gotta look for a shirt now.

“Right, right, me too.” His eyebrows creased as looked at you, shuffling around the room in search of something. You went to a drawer to pull out a plain black tee shirt and walked to your closet to change in.

“After I change I can go sit in the living room while you get dressed!” You said in a rushed manner from behind the door.

Yeonjun’s head was spinning.

No one has ever kicked him out.

Mainly cause they were almost always at his place and he would gently push them out. But this time they were in your apartment, and you were pushing him out. It completely took him by surprise, especially calling last night a “mistake.”

You stepped out of the closet and walked over to the bed to hand him his shirt back. Nodding, you left the room and gently closed the door behind you, not bothering to look back for a second.

A bit down the hallway you could see Wooyoung’s door open, and you tip-toed over to it just in case he had come back and fallen asleep. Peeking your head through, your entire body felt a wave of relief from seeing his bed empty, his keys and wallet that he would usually have on his bedside table gone.

You padded your way to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, and filled it with water, letting your thoughts fly through your head while you sipped at it.

How could you have let that happen? Everyone is going to be talking about you now, and you’ll only be known as one of Yeonjun’s conquests. All eyes on you for the next week now, you’ll have to go to class, keep your head down, and immediately come back home. Maybe he won’t talk about it? He never usually talks about his rendezvous’...Unless he mentions it to his friends! Beomgyu and Kai talk quite a bit, what if–

The sound of your door opening lifted your head up to stare at the hallway that led into your kitchen and living room. You watched as Yeonjun trudged out in the clothes he had worn last night. His hair was a bit more tamed than the bedhead he had earlier. You set the glass down and took a few steps toward him, not completely knowing what to say.

“So…I have somewhere I have to be…in a few minutes…” You trailed off, hoping he’d pick up what you were implying. You still hadn’t quite figured out how to politely tell one-night stands to leave.

“Right yeah, I have to get going too, I was meeting Soobin for lunch.” He smiled, finally having somewhat composed himself while getting dressed. You nodded as your heart hammered in your chest, wanting to force him out the door before Woo did arrive and started telling everyone who was in his apartment last night. With your luck, he may be walking up to the door now.

You moved to unlock and open the door for him, peering your head outside to check for your roommate. Still gone. You didn’t bother to offer Yeonjun anything else, needing him to get out of the building. He stepped around you and out the door, and just before you closed it, he turned back around to you.

“I’ll see you later?” Something glimmered in his eyes as he said it. A warm, hopeful feeling in his chest emerged, something he hadn’t experienced in a while. Your eyes met him, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Yeah, Yeonjun…I’ll definitely see you around.”

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