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Oblivious. . .

Paring: Yeonjun x Oblivious Reader

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Style: fluff, comedy, oblivious and innocent reader, romance, friendship

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"Yeonjun, look at this!" Y/N exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement over a simple street performer they'd stumbled upon. Her enthusiasm for life's simple pleasures never ceased to amaze him.

He smiled, watching her with a warmth that only she could evoke. "You find joy in everything, don't you?" he remarked, not just referring to the performer but to the essence of Y/N herself.

She turned to him, her smile unwavering. "Why not? Life's too short to not enjoy the little things. Besides, I get to enjoy them with you."

Yeonjun's heart fluttered at her words, yet a part of him ached, wondering if she'd ever see him in a different light. Despite the frustration her obliviousness sometimes caused, he found it endearing, choosing to let her be her wonderfully carefree self. Their unique dynamics often led to confused and questioning looks from friends and bandmates.

To outsiders, their interactions seemed to blur the lines between friendship and something more. They cuddled, shared kisses on the lips, and held hands—gestures typically reserved for couples.

One afternoon, while hanging out with their closest friends, Wooyoung and Chanbin, a moment unfolded that left everyone but Y/N contemplating the nature of their relationship.

As Y/N leaned in to give Yeonjun a peck on the lips—a gesture that had become a casual expression of her affection—Wooyoung's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Chanbin, equally shocked, turned to Wooyoung, his eyes wide.

"Are you guys sure you're just friends?" Wooyoung couldn't help but ask, the disbelief evident in his voice.

Y/N laughed, a sound as light and carefree as her personality. "Of course! Yeonjun is my best friend. Aren't friends supposed to show love and care for each other?"

Chanbin exchanged a look with Wooyoung, both of them dumbfounded. "Yeah, but not usually with a kiss on the lips," Chanbin muttered, still trying to wrap his head around their relationship.

Yeonjun, caught between embarrassment and the rapid pounding of his heart, could only offer a shy smile. Despite the confusion, the warmth and happiness he felt whenever Y/N was around kept his spirits high.

Later, as they walked along the riverbank, Wooyoung nudged Yeonjun gently.

"You know, it's okay to want more," he said, his tone soft, understanding the unspoken feelings his friend harbored.

Yeonjun let out a sigh, his gaze fixed on the water's surface. "I know, but I can't force her to see something she doesn't. Besides, I cherish what we have. I'm afraid of ruining it."

Chanbin, joining the conversation, added, "But don't you think she might actually feel the same and just doesn't know how to express it? I mean, the way she looks at you, it's not just any friend's look."

Yeonjun considered his words, the possibility stirring a flicker of hope within him. Yet, the fear of misinterpreting their friendship and the potential fallout kept him hesitant.

As the day turned to evening, the group found themselves at a cozy café, the warmth of the ambiance contrasting the cool air outside. Y/N sat next to Yeonjun, her head resting on his shoulder as they all shared stories and laughed over past memories.

It was moments like these that Yeonjun cherished the most—the simplicity, the laughter, and the undeniable connection he felt with Y/N. Yet, a part of him longed for her to understand the depth of his feelings, to see beyond the bounds of friendship.

"Hey, Yeonjun," Y/N whispered, drawing his attention away from the conversation. "You know, I really appreciate you being in my life. You make everything brighter."

Her words, sincere and heartfelt, caused his heart to skip a beat. "Y/N, you have no idea how much that means to me," he replied, his voice laden with emotion.

The evening wore on, filled with more laughter and shared glances between Yeonjun and Y/N. Their friends couldn't help but marvel at the bond between them, a bond that seemed to transcend the usual definitions of friendship. A few days later, the usual buzz of the HYBE cafeteria was complemented by a gathering that seemed to blur the lines between several groups under the HYBE labels and beyond. There, amidst the laughter and chatter, sat TXT, along with Y/N, who had managed to forge close bonds with not only TXT but also members from Le Sserafim, NewJeans, ENHYPEN, and even Seventeen.

Y/N's easygoing and bubbly nature had endeared her to many, including Le Sserafim's YunJin and Sakura, NewJeans' Daniel, ENHYPEN's Jay and Jake, and Seventeen's Vernon and Mingyu. Today, they were all congregated around a large table, the air filled with the warmth of friendship and the occasional tease.

Sakura, always observant, caught the subtle yet intimate gesture of Y/N's hand finding its way into Yeonjun's.

She couldn't help but nudge YunJin beside her, motioning towards the pair with a curious glance. "Look," she whispered, "do you think...?"

YunJin, who had been watching the duo for a while now, understood immediately. "Oh, that? Y/N does that all the time with Yeonjun. It's their thing, I guess," she explained, though her eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement.

Before Sakura could probe further, Jay and Jake arrived, greeting everyone with their characteristic enthusiasm. "Hey, everyone!" Jay called out, sliding into a seat next to Yeonjun, while Jake found a spot beside Y/N.

The conversation picked up seamlessly, a blend of updates, jokes, and the kind of light-hearted teasing that only close friends could get away with. Jay, with a mischievous grin, couldn't resist a jab at Yeonjun. "So, Yeonjun, still Y/N's favorite friend, huh?"

Y/N, bubbling with her usual vivacity, chimed in without a beat. "Of course! Yeonjun's my favorite 'boyfriend'!" she declared, her words innocent but loaded with unintended meaning.

The statement caught Yeonjun completely off-guard, causing him to choke on his drink. The sudden commotion sent ripples of confusion and laughter around the table.

Sakura, seizing the moment, leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "So, have you two finally made it official?" she asked, her eyes darting between Yeonjun and Y/N.

YunJin, barely containing her laughter, watched the scene unfold with glee. "Official? What do you mean?" Y/N asked, genuinely perplexed by the question.

Sakura, momentarily at a loss for words, clarified, "Officially girlfriend and boyfriend."

Y/N paused, her brows knitting in thought before responding with a logic only she could muster. "I guess so... Yeonjun is a boy, and he's my friend, so..." Her response, sincere yet hilariously missing the mark, prompted a collective mental facepalm from everyone at the table—everyone, that is, except Yeonjun.

YunJin, unable to hold back any longer, giggled. "Please, Y/N, never lose your innocence," she said, her laughter infectious.

The conversation drew the attention of TXT's Hueningkai and Beomgyu, who had been engaged in their own discussion. Hueningkai, amused by the exchange, turned to Beomgyu, remarking, "How dense can you get?"

His comment, though whispered, didn't escape Yeonjun's ears. Yeonjun shot Hueningkai a glare, protective of Y/N even in the face of jest. Hueningkai, catching the look, offered an apologetic smile, raising his hands in a gesture of peace.

The table erupted into laughter, the mix of misunderstandings and affections painting a vivid picture of their friendship. As the laughter subsided, conversations resumed, flowing from topic to topic, with occasional teasing jabs directed at Yeonjun and Y/N's unique relationship.

Y/N, blissfully unaware of the implications of her words, continued to engage with everyone, her cheerfulness and warmth drawing people in. Yeonjun, despite the occasional frustration, couldn't help but smile at her side, his affection for her deepening with every passing moment.

As the afternoon waned and the group began to disperse, promises of future gatherings were exchanged, each member heading back to their respective schedules. Yeonjun and Y/N lingered for a moment, their hands still intertwined, a silent testament to the inexplicable bond they shared.

"Yeonjun, today was fun, wasn't it?" Y/N asked, her gaze softening as she looked up at him.

Yeonjun's heart was a mix of hope and apprehension as he agreed with Y/N's sentiment, "Yes, it was. And you should know, Y/N, you're my favorite person in the world."

Her smile was like dawn breaking, warm and inviting. "Yeonjun, that's so sweet. You're my favorite person too!" Her laughter, light and carefree, filled the air between them.

He leaned in, a soft kiss on her forehead sealing his unspoken words, watching as she turned to leave, her steps light, her spirit untethered. Yet, as she disappeared from view, Yeonjun felt the weight of his unvoiced feelings heavier than ever.

Later, in the echo of the dance room, surrounded by the TXT members, it was Soobin who broke the silence. "Yeonjun, man, you've got to tell Y/N how you feel. It's now or never."

Yeonjun exhaled a tired laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "You think I haven't tried? But every gesture, every kiss, she sees it as... just friendship. Or at least, I think so. It's like deciphering a complex code."

Beomgyu leaned in with a knowing look. "But have you tried being straightforward? Like, really laying your heart out there?"

Yeonjun shook his head, a mix of frustration and fondness in his eyes. "It feels like I've tried everything short of hiring a skywriter."

Hueningkai, ever the optimist, piped up, "Why not just say 'I love you'? Sometimes, simplicity is key."

Sighing, Yeonjun mulled over the suggestion. "Being blunt... I suppose it could work. But with Y/N, I worry it'll just bounce off her like everything else. Does she even see me as more than a friend?"

It was Taehyun who offered a new perspective, his voice calm and thoughtful. "But think about it, Yeonjun. The way you two are together—the kisses, the cuddling, holding hands. Doesn't that already say more than words could?"

The mention brought a flush to Yeonjun's cheeks, his mind replaying the recent incident where Y/N had kissed him on the lips in front of Wooyoung and Chanbin. "You're right... We do act like more than just friends. It's just... hard to admit it out loud."

Time had woven a complex tapestry of emotions and unspoken truths between Yeonjun and Y/N. Their friendship, deep and unyielding, was a source of joy and, at times, quiet longing—for Yeonjun, at least. Y/N, in her ever-buoyant and cheerful manner, seemed blissfully unaware of the romantic undercurrents that had begun to stir in Yeonjun's heart. She cherished the moments they shared, the laughter, the conversations, and the comfort of his presence, seemingly oblivious to the depth of Yeonjun's feelings for her.

On a seemingly ordinary day, Yeonjun found himself in the company of Y/N, Wooyoung, and Chanbin, navigating the aisles of a local store. Y/N had insisted they accompany her on a quest for new makeup, a task they all approached with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

As they perused the makeup aisle, Yeonjun couldn't help but admire Y/N's excitement over the colorful arrays of products, her eyes shining with each new discovery. It was in these simple moments that his feelings for her seemed to grow even more profound.

Their peaceful exploration was soon interrupted by a group of girls who recognized them as idols. The girls wasted no time, approaching with bold smiles and flirtatious greetings, clearly interested in catching the boys' attention.

"Hey, aren't you Yeonjun from TXT?" one of the girls exclaimed, her voice laced with excitement.

Wooyoung nudged Yeonjun, whispering with a smirk, "Looks like you've got some fans."

Yeonjun offered a polite, albeit strained, smile. "Yes, that's me. It's nice to meet you."

The girls giggled amongst themselves, stepping closer, their intentions clear as they began to flirt more openly. "We're huge fans! It's so amazing to see you here. Are you shopping for anything special?" another girl chimed in, her gaze lingering on Yeonjun.

Chanbin, ever the observer, leaned in towards Yeonjun, muttering under his breath, "Seems like you've caught their eye, man. How are you going to handle this?"

Yeonjun, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, was about to respond when he noticed Y/N's frustration growing. She had been searching for a particular foundation, only to find it was not in stock.

"Oh, this is just perfect," Y/N sighed loudly, her disappointment cutting through the tension. "They don't have the one foundation I came here for."

In a moment that seemed to stretch, Y/N turned, her attention solely on Yeonjun, completely oblivious to the girls vying for his attention. With a pout that could only be described as endearing, she stepped directly between Yeonjun and the flirtatious group, wrapping her arms around him in a gesture of comfort-seeking.

Yeonjun, used to Y/N's displays of affection but still momentarily taken aback by her timing, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, instinctively protective.

"Let's try another store after this," he suggested, his tone calm but firm, a silent message to the girls that his attention was solely on Y/N.

Y/N, still clinging to Yeonjun, nodded, her earlier disappointment forgotten in the warmth of his gesture. "Yeah, let's do that. I really want to try that new line everyone's been talking about."

The girls, suddenly realizing their presence was hardly acknowledged, exchanged awkward glances. One of them attempted to salvage the situation. "Um, so, Yeonjun, maybe we could get a picture with you?"

Yeonjun, ever the gentleman, was about to agree when Y/N, still clinging to him, looked up with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "A picture? Oh, are you fans? That's sweet, but we're kind of in the middle of something here."

Wooyoung, unable to contain his amusement, burst out laughing. "Y/N, always straight to the point."

Chanbin joined in, adding, "Yeah, sorry, but we're on a mission for makeup here. Maybe another time?"

The girls, now clearly feeling out of place, mumbled their apologies and goodbyes, quickly retreating.

Once they were alone again, Y/N looked up at Yeonjun with those innocent eyes of hers. "Were they bothering you? I swear, some people just don't understand personal space."

Yeonjun chuckled, the irony of her statement not lost on him. "You're one to talk about personal space," he teased, his heart still racing from their close encounter.

Y/N pouted again, this time in mock offense. "Hey! That's different. I'm your friend. Plus, you know you love my hugs."

Wooyoung, ever the instigator, piped up, "Yeah, Yeonjun, you do seem to enjoy Y/N's... personal space invasions."

Chanbin laughed, nudging Yeonjun playfully. "I think we all know Yeonjun wouldn't have it any other way."

Yeonjun's heart fluttered under Y/N's innocent grip on his arm as they left the store, his cheeks still holding a hint of pink from the earlier encounter. They made their way out, Y/N chatting animatedly about the beauty products she had managed to find, even if the foundation she wanted wasn't among them. Yeonjun could only smile at her enthusiasm, captivated by her spirit.

"Even without the foundation, today was a success, don't you think?" Y/N beamed, her eyes sparkling with contentment.

"Absolutely," Yeonjun agreed, his voice warm. "Seeing you happy makes any day a success for me."

Y/N laughed, her head tilting slightly. "You're such a sweetheart, Yeonjun. What would I do without you?"

Their conversation was filled with laughter and gentle teasing, a perfect moment of friendship—or perhaps something more, at least in Yeonjun's hopeful heart.

The following weekend brought another adventure, this time with the rest of TXT at a bustling arcade. Amidst the sounds of games and the vibrant lights, Y/N caught the attention of a guy who clearly found her attractive.

Her beauty wasn't something Yeonjun or anyone could deny, but her response to the guy's advances was unexpectedly comical.

At first, Y/N's confusion was evident. She politely apologized to the guy, mistaking his flirtatious intentions for a misunderstanding about her being an arcade employee.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't work here. Can I help you find someone who does?" she asked, her innocence on full display.

The guy, momentarily taken aback, couldn't help but laugh, finding her response endearing. "No, no, I didn't think you worked here. I just thought you were really pretty and wanted to talk to you," he explained, attempting to clarify his intentions.

From a distance, Yeonjun and the rest of TXT watched, ready to intervene if necessary but also amused by the unfolding scene. Beomgyu, in particular, couldn't contain his laughter when Y/N continued to miss the guy's cues.

"Is there a game you recommend, then?" Y/N asked, genuinely trying to be helpful, misunderstanding his intentions once again.

Beomgyu snorted with laughter, covering his mouth too late to muffle the sound, drawing curious glances from nearby arcade-goers.

Finally, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the situation, Y/N glanced around for Yeonjun, her expression a mix of confusion and a hint of distress. Spotting him, she made her way over, gripping his sleeve tightly.

"Yeonjun, this guy was asking me something, but I don't understand what he means," she said, her brows furrowed in confusion.

Yeonjun, trying to mask his amusement with a soft chuckle, turned to the guy, who looked utterly baffled by now. "She's not quite catching what you're throwing," Yeonjun explained gently. "He was trying to flirt with you, Y/N."

Y/N's eyes widened in realization, turning back to the guy. "Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't understand. But I should tell you, I'm not available," she said, her statement sending a wave of shock through Yeonjun and the rest of TXT.

The guy, now understanding the situation, nodded respectfully. "No worries, it was nice talking to you anyway," he said before walking away, leaving a puzzled group behind.

"What did you mean by 'not available'?" Taehyun asked, echoing the question in everyone's minds.

Y/N glanced at Yeonjun, then back at the boys, her cheeks tinting with a soft blush. "Well, I mean, I spend all my time with Yeonjun and you guys. I don't really think about dating," she explained, her voice filled with a sincerity that only added to her charm.

The boys exchanged looks, their expressions a mix of amusement and disbelief. Yeonjun, in particular, felt a complex blend of emotions. Her words hinted at a special place he held in her life, but her obliviousness to his deeper feelings remained a gentle torment.

"We told you, Yeonjun, you're her default boyfriend," Hueningkai teased, earning an elbow nudge from Yeonjun.

"Default or not, I'm just happy to be by her side," Yeonjun replied, his gaze softening as he looked at Y/N. Her presence, her innocence, and her unknowing hold over his heart—it was all bewildering yet utterly irreplaceable.

Y/N smiled, oblivious to the deeper currents running through Yeonjun's words. "Let's just enjoy the day, okay? Who's up for a game challenge?"

As they moved on to the next game, Yeonjun's thoughts lingered on Y/N's declaration of being 'not available.' In her innocence and obliviousness, she had unknowingly affirmed the special bond. The scene was set for another casual hangout with Wooyoung and Chanbin at a cozy little café, the aroma of coffee blending with the chatter of patrons. Yeonjun, amidst the warmth of friendship and laughter, decided it was time to take another shot at confessing his feelings to Y/N. He had tried so many times before, each attempt somehow gliding over her head, lost in translation. But today, he felt a renewed sense of determination. Perhaps, just perhaps, his words would finally reach her.

As they sat down, Yeonjun stole glances at Y/N, her joy infectious, lighting up the room. Taking a deep breath, he leaned closer, catching her attention.

"Y/N, you know we've been friends for so long, right?" Yeonjun started, his voice slightly shaky.

Y/N looked at him, nodding with a bright smile, "Of course, Yeonjun! You're like, my favorite person in the world!"

Encouraged by her warmth, Yeonjun continued, "Well, I've been thinking... and I realize that what I feel for you... it's more than just friendship."

Y/N's smile wavered, confusion flickering in her eyes. "More than friends? Yeonjun, I feel something more too, you're my bested friend," she replied, her innocence beaming through.

Before he could clarify, she pecked his lips quickly, a gesture of affection she saw as entirely platonic. "Be right back, just going to the restroom," she announced, leaving a stunned Yeonjun behind.

Wooyoung and Chanbin, who had been watching the exchange with bated breath, erupted into laughter. "Man, you were so direct this time, and she still missed it!" Wooyoung managed between wheezes.

Yeonjun sighed, a bittersweet smile on his face. "I thought being blunt would do it. But it's like... it's like she's in her own world."

Chanbin leaned in, trying to offer some consolation. "It's just Y/N being Y/N, you know? But dude, that was a solid confession. How she twisted it to 'bested friend' is beyond me."

Yeonjun recounted the recent arcade incident to them, sharing how a guy had tried flirting with Y/N, and her utterly oblivious response was to declare herself 'not available' without realizing the context. "I mean, what does she think 'not available' means in that sense? It's like she's only seeing what she wants to," he mused, puzzled.

Wooyoung, wiping away tears of laughter, suggested, "Have you considered writing it down for her? Like, maybe if she sees the words, it'll sink in?"

Chanbin nodded in agreement, "Or maybe it's about showing her in a way she can't misunderstand. Like, not just saying 'I like you,' but really spelling it out for her."

Yeonjun pondered their advice, the gears turning in his head. "Maybe you're right. I need to find a way that breaks through her... unique perspective."

As Y/N slid back into her seat, her eyes sparkling with the residual joy of whatever had caught her interest in the restroom, the mood at the table subtly shifted. Yeonjun, gathering his courage, decided it was now or never.

He reached out, gently taking her hand, causing a ripple of silence to cascade over their little group. "Y/N, listen. I need to explain something to you," he began, his voice laced with an earnestness that drew her full attention.

"Okay, I'm all ears," she responded, her cheerful demeanor clouding over with a hint of curiosity at the serious tone in his voice.

Yeonjun inhaled deeply, searching for the right words. "You know when people 'like' each other, right? Not just as friends, but... more than that. Like couples do?"

Y/N tilted her head, her brows knitting together in thought. "Yeah, I've heard about that. It's like in the movies, right? When people fall in love?"

"That's exactly it," Yeonjun affirmed, a spark of hope flickering in his eyes. "And, well, couples do things together. Things like holding hands, kissing, and cuddling."

"But Yeonjun, we do all of that already," she pointed out, genuinely puzzled, glancing between him and the other guys for some sort of clarification.

Wooyoung and Chanbin exchanged looks, their expressions a mix of disbelief and suppressed laughter, both men mentally facepalming at the situation unfolding before them.

"Yeah, but those things are meant to express feelings... feelings beyond friendship," Yeonjun pressed on, trying to keep the frustration from seeping into his voice.

Y/N's face lit up with a dawning realization, only to be immediately followed by confusion. "But doesn't doing those things make us a couple, then?" she asked, her voice laced with innocence.

Yeonjun sighed, his patience waning. "In a way, yes. But only if both people understand and agree that's what they are to each other."

Chanbin, unable to resist, chimed in with a chuckle. "And usually, they both know they're in a relationship because they talk about it and agree on it, Y/N."

Wooyoung, ever the joker, added, "Yeah, it's not like you accidentally trip and fall into being someone's girlfriend."

Y/N laughed, missing the sarcasm. "That would be silly, wouldn't it? But... I guess I never thought about it like that. We do all these couple things, huh?"

Yeonjun nodded, feeling a mixture of hope and desperation. "Exactly. And, Y/N, the thing is... my feelings for you are exactly like that. More than friends."

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, there was a hint of understanding, a brief flicker that perhaps this time she got it. "So... you're saying you 'like' like me?"

"Yes! Exactly that!" Yeonjun exclaimed, a wave of relief washing over him.

But then, Y/N tilted her head, the confusion returning. "But we're already doing everything a couple does. So, what changes?"

Wooyoung facepalmed visibly this time. "Y/N, it's about acknowledging those feelings. Saying out loud, 'Hey, I like you more than a friend, and I want to be your boyfriend.'"

Y/N pondered for a moment, her gaze flitting between Yeonjun's hopeful eyes and the other two's amused expressions. "So... if I say I 'like' like you too, Yeonjun, we become official? Like, an actual couple?"

Yeonjun's heart leaped. "Yes, that's exactly it!"

She chewed on her lip, considering. "But I already feel happy and my heart beats really fast when I'm with you. I thought that was just what friendship feels like."

Chanbin laughed, shaking his head. "No, Y/N, that's what liking someone feels like. Your heart beating fast, feeling happy just being with them—that's more than friendship."

Wooyoung leaned forward, adding his own insight. "Think about it. Why do you think your heart beats faster with Yeonjun and not with us?"

Y/N looked at Yeonjun, her expression softening. "Is that why you've been trying to tell me all this time?"

Yeonjun nodded, his voice gentle. "Yes. Because I feel the same way. My heart races too, Y/N, every single time I'm with you."

The table fell into a comfortable silence, Y/N pondering the newfound revelation about her own feelings. Her cluelessness had masked a deeper, unexplored affection for Yeonjun, one that she was only now beginning to acknowledge.

"So," she began, hesitantly, "if we both feel this way, does that mean... we can try being...more than friends? More than best friends? Like, officially?" Y/N's voice was laced with a newfound curiosity, her eyes searching Yeonjun's for confirmation.

Yeonjun's heart felt like it was about to burst with joy. "Yes, Y/N, that's exactly what it means. We can try being a couple, see how it goes."

A smile slowly spread across Y/N's face, a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "I... I would like that. I mean, I already enjoy spending all my time with you. So, trying this... it feels right."

Wooyoung let out a whoop from across the table, "Finally! You two figuring it out is the best plot twist ever!"

Chanbin clapped Yeonjun on the back, "Man, I'm so happy for you guys. This has been a very long time coming."

The atmosphere at the table was electric with excitement and relief. The weight of years of unspoken feelings seemed to lift off Yeonjun's shoulders, leaving him feeling light and hopeful.

"So, what now?" Y/N asked, her voice a soft murmur, almost drowned out by the bustling cafe around them.

"Now, we go on our first official date," Yeonjun suggested, his eyes twinkling. "How about tomorrow? We could do something simple, just enjoy the day together."

"That sounds perfect," Y/N replied, her smile radiant. "It's a date then."

The afternoon at the café had been one for the memory books, with Wooyoung and Chanbin throwing out wild ideas for Yeonjun and Y/N's first official date. "How about bungee jumping? Nothing says 'I love you' like plummeting towards the earth at high speed," Wooyoung suggested with a straight face.

Chanbin nodded sagely, "Or an escape room! You can figure out if you're truly compatible by whether you get out or not."

Yeonjun chuckled, shaking his head, "I think we'll stick to the botanical gardens. It's more our speed."

Y/N agreed, her hand finding Yeonjun's under the table. "Yeah, and then we can have dinner at that café we both love. It sounds perfect."

As they left the café, Yeonjun couldn't help but feel a mix of elation and nerves. Taking Y/N's hand felt like the most natural thing in the world, yet it sent waves of excitement through him. "I can't believe we're doing this," he murmured, his thumb gently stroking her hand.

Y/N smiled up at him, "I'm really looking forward to it. It's like a new chapter for us."

Yeonjun's revelation to the rest of TXT that he'd finally shared his feelings with Y/N—and that they were reciprocated—was met with a collective sigh of relief and cheer. The journey had been long, marked by patience and a few misunderstandings, but it was worth every moment.

The weeks that followed was a whirlwind for TXT, with back-to-back dance practices in preparation for their comeback. Despite the exhaustion, Yeonjun couldn't help but look forward to seeing Y/N, who had promised to stop by after her own practice.

When she arrived, her presence was like a breath of fresh air, instantly lifting the mood in the room. She walked straight over to Yeonjun, wrapping him in a tight hug which he gladly returned. The kiss she planted on his lips was now filled with a new understanding and affection, sending his heart racing.

After practice, the fatigue from the day's efforts weighed heavily on the members of TXT, but Y/N's approach, wrapping her arms around Yeonjun once again, dispelled any remnants of tiredness.

In a moment that felt both surprising and entirely natural, Y/N whispered "I love you" to Yeonjun. It was a confession she'd never made before, yet it sounded as if it had always been meant to be said.

Yeonjun pulled back slightly, his eyes wide with surprise and joy. "You...what?"

"I said I love you. Is that wrong?" Y/N asked, her innocence shining through despite the profoundness of her admission.

"No... No, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that," Yeonjun managed to say, his voice filled with emotion. He glanced at his bandmates, who were staring in disbelief, not having expected such a confession so soon.

Y/N continued, her voice soft and earnest, "It's just...now that I finally realized what we were doing was more romantic than friendship, and back at the arcade, when I told that guy I wasn't available because of you. Then our first date turning into two dates and so on. I love you."

Yeonjun's heart felt like it could burst with happiness, the hearts in his eyes growing more than they ever had before. He lifted Y/N into his arms, pulling her into a deep, loving kiss. It was longer and more passionate than any kiss they'd shared before, a true expression of the love they now openly acknowledged for each other.

"I love you too, Y/N," Yeonjun whispered against her lips, his voice thick with emotion.

Around them, the practice room erupted into cheers and applause from TXT, who had been silently rooting for their relationship from the sidelines.

"So, when's the wedding?" Hueningkai teased, earning himself an elbow in the ribs from Soobin.

"Let them enjoy the moment," Soobin said, though he couldn't hide his smile.

Yeonjun set Y/N down, keeping her close. "I guess we're really doing this, huh?" he said, a broad smile on his face.

Y/N nodded, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "Yes, we are. And I wouldn't want it any other way."

As the group started to gather their things, the conversation turned to plans for the evening, with everyone excitedly throwing out suggestions for how to celebrate the new couple's declaration of love.

"How about we all go out for dinner? My treat," Beomgyu offered, eager to celebrate his friends' newfound happiness.

"That sounds great," Y/N agreed, her smile never fading.

As they left the practice room together, the weight of the day's rehearsals forgotten, Yeonjun and Y/N walked side by side, their hands intertwined. The future was uncertain, filled with both challenges and joys, but they were ready to face it together, their love a steady beacon guiding their way.

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you're my hom(m)e — choi yeonjun.

notes: enough domesticity and fluff to rot this country's teeth. my late late val's day gift <3 pretty short but what's new. if you like it then pls pls pls leave a forehead kiss for me bc i have an exam and need moral support. if you don't then pls leave one anyway bc ur cute i bet anyways bye

home has a name and it's choi yeonjun. it's when you're here and he is there, far away, and yet his voice, even through the phone, is still more than enough to chase your fears away. when he calls you and your name slips past his lips and you can feel the desperation— the yearning— and when his heart breaks at the sound of your silence behind the line, because he knows that you're crying and he knows that you don't want him to hear how painful the time apart has been for you.

home is choi yeonjun when he is back by your side again, arms wrapped tightly around you, clinging onto your presence like he's been depraved of it for longer than eternity. it's when he cradles the back of your head to the nape of his neck and when the grip of his arm around your waist becomes stronger after you tell him that you miss him. home is wherever with yeonjun. not the apartment you'd been renting ever since you'd moved out to study, being there through everything with you even before a tall, charming, and silly man named choi yeonjun existed in your life.

home is yeonjun (yeonjun yeonjun yeonjun yeonjun— God, you hope you'll always get to say that same name with all of the love and affection in the universe, long after the last star burns out and fizzles out into nothing) when sunlight filters through your curtains and you wake up to see his sculpted face all puffy, pillow marks on his cheek from how long he'd stayed laying on his side to face you, not that you look all that better, but he'd disagree. it's when you can lay there and count the lashes brushing over the skin right under his eyes, having enough time to observe his every feature in great detail. home is whenever yeonjun's eyes flutter open and an immediate toothy smile forms on his well-rested face, you brushing away the hair over his forehead to place a chaste kiss there and wherever else you manage to catch before he feels ticklish and traps you in his arms.

home is choi yeonjun (gosh, his name is so beautiful and you're pretty sure from the odd way your heart beats, that somewhere on that bundle of tender and tired muscle his name is etched and carved into it), because he knows where your ice cream scoop is whenever you feel down and you crave the company of a cold treat. it's him, because whenever you look up at your ceiling, there are stars glowing in the dark in the shape of your favourite constellations ("if you're going to wake up in the middle of the night to contemplate on life and don't want to call me, you can at least stare at a ceiling that's not dreadful and boring"). it's yeonjun, because he loves it when you laugh at his stories about his day and he loves it even more when you tell him about how a bird flew inside the cafe you'd been working on writing a paper at and how it landed in your table and how the owner had to chase it away and they'd accidentally destroyed your cheesecake in the process, offering you a new one apologetically.

home is choi yeonjun, because on the day you'd agreed to have a home date because of your conflicting and busy schedules, he'd made it to you in time despite the raging storm and pouring rain, drenched from head to toe ("the car broke down and i had to take the train, but then i realized that i didn't have my card with me, so i had to run. i'm sorry if I'm late."). home is everything that reminds you of him, even the coffee mug he'd seen at a flea market and bought, because he'd thought that the spots on the ceramic looked like your childhood pet parrot.

choi yeonjun is home, he simply is.

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gardnhee · 2 months

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can we start over? - c.yj

✸ tw/content. intentional lowercase, cussing, angst(very little), fluff, use of baby (only like once or twice.), reader is slightly antisocial in the beginning, not really proofread

✸ exbsf!yj x afab!reader

✸ note. yj drabble cs i love him an unhealthy amount

✸ song rec. start over - jacquees

you stood in a corner like the awkward person that you are. away from all the chatter, laughter, yelling, and horny crowd. this is how you liked it, you indulged in your solitude.

the unbearably loud music rang in your ears, the fact that you were standing just a couple feet from the speakers didn’t help either.

you decided to drown the ringing by taking a sip of your cup, inhaling a sharp breath as the liquid cascaded down your throat.

“…who hired this dj? music’s unbearable…” you murmured as you frowned at the dj who stood a couple steps from you.

it was fairly boring for a while, the music slowly started to feel faint as the stuffy atmosphere began to push its way into your already tight space. you slightly squeeze the plastic cup in your hand, pressing your back against the wall.

you felt trapped.

deciding you’ve had enough of this, you walk away from the corner. as if you were popping a bubble; like a puppy opening its eyes for the first time, but instead of meeting with a fascinating world, you’re met with drunk shit heads who can’t dance, let alone walk in a straight line.

“where is she…” you huffed, looking for the coworker who invited you to this party, if you can even call it that. it’s more depressing than a fucking funeral.

pushing through everyone was a literal pain in the ass, the environment reeked of alcohol, and the air was incredibly thick. you were starting to regret even accepting the goddamn invitation.

go they said, it’ll be fun they said, “fun my ass.” you utter a small ‘tsk’ as a man twice your size bumps into you, not even having the common courtesy to apologize. god, this is horrible.

you somehow ended up in the kitchen. sighing in frustration, you rest yourself against the counter.

“i’m going to fucking kill-“ you started, but were rudely interrupted when someone walked into the kitchen.

your eyes slightly widened as you acknowledge the person. your ex best friend. fun.

he was whistling along to the horrendous noise these people call music, happiness basically oozing from his pores.

he turned his head to you, looking at you from head to toe in shock, shock which soon subsided and was replaced with an expression you can’t quite describe.

“oh.. hey.” yeonjun waved, mullet drenched in sweat as some loose hairs stuck to his forehead. he breathed heavily, his once joyful demeanor now engulfed in…uncomfortableness? melancholy? nostalgia? it’s been so long that you can’t tell anymore.

he slowly made his way to the fridge, giving you an awkward smile as you bite your inner cheek and look away.

it was silent for a while, you could feel his eyes burning holes into your face.

“yn?” he quietly said, arms crossed over the open fridge door. he looked at you, waiting for a response.

in all honesty, he didn’t expect one. at least not after ghosting you completely and then coming back a couple months later like nothing happened.

he scoffed and shook his head with a sad smile, sighing in disbelief. he was disappointed in himself.

yeonjun shut the fridge door and begun to lead himself out the kitchen, “yes?” you replied with urgency, you didn’t want him to leave. not again. not after losing him for months.

he chuckled, looking back at you. “you’re…not mad at me?” he asked, feet moving in your direction. he realized you aren’t so closed off anymore, you’re more…awake, as if you’ve come to terms with the gravity of things, and for that, he’s thankful. he can make things right now.

you grew nervous, a prominent lump built up in your throat, making it difficult for you to breathe. “i wouldn’t say i am - or was - mad, i guess i..“ you stopped yourself as yeonjun stumbled, falling onto you.

you tried backing up, but couldn’t. fucking counter…you thought, swallowing slowly as the smell of alcohol invaded your nostrils.

“yeonjun? yeonjun, you’re drunk.” you tried pushing him off, but he didn’t budge. instead, he laid his head on your shoulder, “not drunk, just… tipsy.” he blabbered.

it was silent for a couple seconds until you heard him sniffle. he was crying.

“wha…” he grabbed your waist, sobbing into your shoulder. “i’m so-“ he hiccuped, followed by a groan. “i’m sorry, yn, i’m sorry!” yeonjun cried, lifting his head in an attempt to look at you. you stood there, dumbfounded. heart hammering against your chest. he’s drunk. it was evident, yet he still denied it.

he peeked at you through his wet lashes, incoherent sounds slipping past his lips as he wiped his runny nose. “and you say you’re not drunk? look at you! why are you crying?!” you raised both brows in confusion, stroking his hair softly.

you’re supposed to be cussing him out for all the hurt he’s caused you, for leaving with absolutely no explanation, yet here you are, combing your cold fingers through his sweaty strands as he bawls into your shoulder. you’ve seen him like this more often than not; always manages to surprise you, though.

“i’m not drunk…. ‘m sorry” he hesitated, wiping the wetness from his eyes with the back of his hand. as you realize how close your bodies are, you nod, circling around him.

yeonjun turned, biting his lip. he wants to say something. you know he wants to say something, but he’s holding back and it’s making you anxious and impatient.

“would you maybe…want to leave?” you blink, all previous feelings of discomfort disappearing. “what’re you planning?” you question, crossing your arms as you sternly stare at him.

“maybe grab some drinks and then go to my place?” he smiled, which quickly disappeared when you displayed a doubting look. “i mean, i just want to talk to you…without all the noise…and the multitude of people.” your heart shattered, and you were sure your eyes softened, because his did too.

“fine.” yeonjun’s ears perk up, big smile on his face. “let’s go.” you nodded, grabbing his arm before he left the kitchen.

“i’m driving.”

“but-“ his eyebrows furrowed, “no buts, deny it all you want, we’re not risking it.” he sighed, defeat poking through the pout on his lips. he lowly hummed in agreement, walking out of the kitchen with you trailing close behind.

“home sweet home!” yeonjun exclaimed, arms flying in the air as the bag of soju dangled in his hand. “yeonjun, be quiet, it’s late.” you slowly grabbed his arm, taking the bag of soju away. “i shouldn’t have allowed you to drink on the way here.” you sighed, placing the bag on the counter and taking out the already opened box of soju.

he pouted, stumbling towards the little coffee table that sat in the middle of his living room. “bring some soju, please!” he slurred.

you grabbed the box, nestling it under your arm as you made your way towards drunk yeonjun.

you sat down, setting the box on the coffee table. “oh…i forgot to bring shot glasses.” you groaned, fixing to stand up when yeonjun stopped you.

“no, it’s okay. i’ll go get them.” he smiled, patting your hand.

“but-“

“it’s okay.” he shook his head, standing up and making his way to the kitchen.

in a matter of seconds, he was back, sitting in front of you with soju in hand, two shot glasses already set on the table.

yeonjun held the bottle from the bottom with one hand, and swirled it vigorously with the other. you watched him closely, how his hands wrapped around the bottle, you wonder how they’d feel on your face-

“yn?” you blinked, snapping back into reality. “yes? i’m sorry.” you gulped, noticing a full shot glass in front of you.

as you were about to reach for the glass, you stopped midway. sighing as you plopped your arm down on the table. yeonjun noticed this and raised a brow, “is everything…alright?” he asked, pouring soju into his glass.

“yes…and no.” you admitted, “i mean i just…i missed this, you know? spending time with you. i missed being here. i missed this apartment.” you paused, staring at yeonjun who was now looking down at his thighs.

“i missed you.” you leaned forward, arms now crossed on the table. yeonjun snapped his head up, quickly grabbing his glass and gulping the liquid down.

“ahhh…” he set the glass down, frowning as the liquid burned his throat. “i missed you too yn…” he smiled weakly, you realized he wasn’t in the right mind for all the sappy stuff right now, so you decided to change the subject.

“tell me, what have you been up to?” you smiled, grabbing your glass, tilting your head to the side as you swallow the drink.

“me? hm…not much….” yeonjun leaned forward, smile spread across his flushed cheeks.

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you lost track of time, it seemed. but you weren’t the only one. yeonjun, too, lost track of how many shots he took. not that it mattered, he was already drunk out of his mind to begin with. “baby…..” he slurred, reaching out to you as you gasped. baby?? are you serious??

“yeonjun what…” you decided to stop yourself, not even questioning anything that came out of his mouth.

after looking around for a minute, you groaned. there is so much to clean up.

an unfinished 20 pack of soju on the table; only 4 remaining, some snack wrappers thrown on the table, and a drunk yeonjun who can’t even utter a proper sentence.

“‘m s’sorry” he hiccuped, head lulling as he smiled like an idiot. his lips glistened under the dim light, most likely from all the constant licking and drinking he’s been doing.

“let me take you to your room so you can sleep.” he shook his head violently, backing up against the sofa behind him as you made your way to him.

“no!” he pouted, looking at you with tears brimming his eyes. “oh you’re such a child, come on let’s go!” yeonjun pushed your hand off his arm, whining.

you stopped and huffed, sitting down beside him in order to comfort him, “why are you crying?”

“i f…feel like shit” he cried, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “why do you feel that way?” you knew this was just a drunk fit of his, but you had to at least hear him out.

“‘cuz i ruined my chance with the person i love” he sniffles, staring into your eyes with his teary ones. you blinked, wiping his tears with your thumbs. “and who may that be?” you question, stroking his shoulder in a comforting manner.

“you.” you inhale sharply, blinking in confusion. you shook your head, chuckling awkwardly, “you’re just drunk, come on.” yeonjun stopped protesting, defeated by his own tiredness.

you wrapped his arm over your shoulder, dragging him while leaning against the walls for support. “goddamnit, what have you been eating? you’re so heavy.” you strain, sighing in relief as your eyes find his bedroom door.

opening the door was one thing, laying him on the bed was another. you pant, his body weighing you down. as a result you slipped and fell.

on top of him.

jesus fuck.

you froze when he groaned. “i’m so sorry!” you scrambled to stand up, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you against him.

“sleep with me tonight, please.” yeonjun whispered, lazy smile spreading across his face. you shake your head, “yeonjun, you’re drunk. we can’t be doing this. you’re not in the right mind!” you faintly shake your head, “please?” he insisted.

you sighed, pressing your forehead against his chest. “fine. but i will be leaving first thing in the morning.” he chuckled, nodding. “if you want to get comfortable, my shirts are over there-“ he hiccuped. you nodded and patted his chest in understanding. “just sleep, okay?? i’ll be right back.” yeonjun hummed, closing his eyes.

you wake up groggy and disoriented, staring at the window as a ray of sunshine peeked through the curtain, making you squint and smile lazily.

you rub the sleep from your eyes and stretch, “good mor-“ you stop as you notice yeonjun isn’t in bed with you anymore. you look around the room once more, no sign of him.

a pang of worry and confusion washed over you. one would think it’s stupid considering the fact that you’re in his house, yet you can’t help but be alarmed.

what if he left you again?

‘oh that’s stupid, yn. pull yourself together.’ you shake your head and scoff, but the panic settles at the pit of your stomach nonetheless.

throwing the blanket to the side, you stand, yawning as you wobble towards the door.

“yn-“ yeonjun stops, doorknob in one hand and breakfast tray in the other. he eyed you as you stood there, eyes wide in confusion.

yeonjun blinked, “good morning?…” he lets out a breathy laugh, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him with his foot. “i made you breakfast.” you felt your heart squeeze at that. he smiled, walking over to the bed and signaling you to lay down.

and you did. you laid down, placing the warm blankets back on your body and smoothing them over in order to create a flat enough surface for the breakfast tray.

“thank you so much..” you gush as yeonjun placed the tray in front of you. he sat down, crossing his legs and smiling like a total idiot.

“you’ve been nothing but smiles since you walked in the room…did something happen?” you question, making yeonjun hang his head with an even bigger smile on his face. “you look so beautiful.” he mumbled, adjusting his position on the bed.

“what?” you looked up, cheek stuffed with food. he snorted, scooting forward and leaning towards you. “i said,” he wiped your lip with his thumb, eyes traveling to yours, holding them dearly. “you look so beautiful.” he chuckled at your expression, making his heart skip a beat.

“you’re making a mess, be careful, yeah?” you grab the tray, placing it to one side as you choke on your food. yeonjun stands with you, stroking your arms with his soft hands.

“hey, you alright?” you nodded, grabbing onto his shoulder for support. “it’s just…” you stopped, swallowing the lump in your throat. “you caught me off guard, that’s all.” yeonjun’s eyes softened, “i meant it.” he caressed your face as a warm smile tugged at his lips.

“why…why are you being so nice to me?” you stepped away from his hold, sitting back down on the soft bed. he sighed and flopped down beside you, staring at the curtains that blocked the sunlight.

“because i’m in love with you.” his eyes traveled from the window to you, “i’ve been in love with you.” you waver, eyes widening in confusion. “and i don’t want to mess up again.”

“so last night-“

“i remember.” yeonjun nodded, fidgeting with his thumbs as he bit his bottom lip. “i guess i was drunk enough to let that slip but not enough to forget.” he reasoned, gazing at you briefly before staring at his feet.

“it’s okay if you don’t want anything to do with me, i mean-“ you placed a hand on his, drawing circles on it with your thumb. “yeonjun, im in love with you too.” he stopped, shifting on the bed.

“what?…”

“im in love with you too.”

he stuttered, mouth opened for a few seconds before closing it again. you saw the glint in his his eyes before being pulled into a hug.

a long, warm, cozy hug.

a hug you’ve been craving for a while.

his hug.

you broke into tears, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. “oh god, yn, i’m deeply sorry. i’ve hurt you so much.” yeonjun ran his fingers through your hair, cooing softly.

you stained his shirt, but he didn’t care,“i missed you so much, you know? we stopped talking for so long. i thought i lost you for real…” you say between sobs, lightly punching his chest.

“i forgive you, dumbass.” he stayed quiet, you’re too nice. he didn’t deserve you, he didn’t deserve your forgiveness. yet you gave it. you gave something so precious to someone who doesn’t even deserve a single look from you.

yeonjun held your face in his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs. he smiled, “how about this, you finish breakfast and then we can go wherever you want. i’ll explain myself. i’ll explain everything.” you nod slowly, grinning.

“there’s my yn, i missed you.” he quipped, earning himself a slap to his arm. he winced, rubbing the spot.

“is this a date then?” you question, grabbing another bite of your once forgotten food.

“hmmmmmmm” yeonjun tapped his chin, laughing as you whine. “yes dummy, it is.” he flicked your forehead lightly as you giggled.

you grab his arm, “let’s get ready then.” yeonjun didn’t budge as you tried dragging him along, “but the food…” you shook your head, “it’s gone cold, plus i know you’re somewhat hung over so let me treat you to food, hm?” you tapped his hand reassuringly.

“yn-“

“i’m not taking no for an answer.” he pursed his mouth, slowly nodding in defeat.

“perfect, where do you want to go?”

“how about…”

you both disagreed the entire way to the bathroom, laughing and giggling as jokes were thrown around between sentences.

you missed this.

you missed yeonjun.

he was willing to start over, and you were willing to let it happen.

💌: im sorry this is lwk ass, i hope you enjoyed regardless! please make sure to leave a like, comment, and reblog!! thank you 🫶

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bluhourz · 1 year

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when he's worried

If anyone saw Yeonjun right now, they would immediately see this is a stressed-out guy. By now, his hair is standing up in various directions from constantly running his hands through. His eyes were darting from side to side, and he was mumbling under his breath. He has been pacing around the living room to the front door for the last 20 minutes.

Ultimately, it was because of you. When he woke up from his nap, he realised that you weren't in the house. Your phone was also left on the kitchen counter. Which meant he had no way to reach you. This wouldn't seem like a huge problem to most people. Maybe you just went out? However, you only recently moved to South Korea and didn't quite know your way around yet. Your Korean wasn't bad, but you still struggled to understand some things. This made Yeonjun go into an instant panic. What if you got lost and didn't know how to find your way back? What if someone saw you were struggling and then decided to take advantage of you? He was busy losing his mind.

You, on the other hand, were oblivious and quite happy. You had a giddy smile on your face as you looked at your shopping bag and drank your convenience store drink, basically skipping home. You decided to walk down to the convenience store close to your apartment to buy snacks. You being you forgot your phone at home. But you managed to easily talk to the cashier, understood everything, and paid him before leaving. You felt extremely proud of yourself for being able to have that interaction and knowing the way home again, all without any help. Thus, you did not expect the reaction from your boyfriend as soon as you walked through the door.

"Junnie! Guess wh-"

Before you even realised it he was in front of you and his body slammed into yours. You staggered backwards but his arms wrapped around you, keeping you upright. You felt his head drop into the crook of your neck and he pulled you even closer, if that was possible.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you said with a soft voice.

Sensing he needed it, you dropped the plastic bag next to you and wrapped your arms around his waist. He stayed quiet for a few seconds before you felt him release a shaky breath.

"You worried me so much, you know? Don't do that ever again," his voice was stern but you could hear a slight tremble.

You kept your arms around him and leaned back to take a look at his face. His hands found their way up to your neck and face as he held you carefully. His eyes quickly scanned over you as if to check if you were really okay.

"I won't. But can you tell me what it is that I can't do?" you said keeping your eyes on his and studied the frown on his face.

"Where did you go? You left your phone here. And when I woke up you were just gone. I was worried about you."

As you realised how he must have felt you started feeling bad. Trying to hide your guilty face you hugged him again and put your head on his chest. His arms automatically wrapped around your shoulders.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, "I didn't mean to scare you. You don't have many opportunities for naps so I didn't want to bother you."

"Where did you go?" he asked again, this time with less anxiety in his voice.

"I went to the convenience store," you dared to look up at his face, "I was hungry."

At first Yeonjun looked at you in confusion. He was worried while you were out buying food? Realising he overreacted, he relaxed and let out a low laugh, "And you managed to find it without your phone?"

"And I talked to the cashier in Korean without making mistakes. Aren't you proud of me?" you had a cheeky smile on your face.

"I'm so proud of you, baby," he said, patting your head with a small smile on his face.

"Now, do you want to see what I got for us?"

Yeonjun nodded as he let you go. You picked up the bag and excitedly walked to the kitchen rambling away about why you chose each item. He could only laugh and shake his head at your antics. He loved you so much, but damn you made him stress out sometimes.

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atinystraynstay · 2 months

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Stay Or Go - Choi Yeonjun

Synopsis: You were so used to people walking out on you, but Yeonjun was ready to prove he was different.

'If you think I'm giving up on us, you're wrong, sweetheart."

Pairing: Idol!Choi Yeonjun x fem. reader

Genre: Angst - arguing, established relationship

Warning: PG-13 - does contain some explicit language

Word Count: 2.5k

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You stormed into your apartment with Yeonjun hot on your trail. You almost closed the door in his face, but he stopped the door with his hand. "Baby, let's talk about this," he pleaded.

With one hand on the door, the other reached down to take off the black high heels you were wearing this evening. Tonight was your weekly date night. Or it was supposed to be.

You two planned to meet at 7pm. You arrived first, checking your phone for a text update from Yeonjun. You understood schedules get hectic, especially with a comeback looming. There would be limited time for the two of you, so you were doing everything you could to clear your own schedule to accommodate his. You were doing your damn best to be flexible for him, to get as much time with him before he's locked away in a dance practice studio.

7:43pm.

Where could he be? Was he okay?

It was then when you called Soobin to see what was going on. You were trying your hardest the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they were caught up in a dance practice and he wasn't able to get his phone? Maybe he was recording and nobody went to retrieve his phone? Your mind tried ease your anxieties, but it was quickly replaced by anger. The moment Soobin picked up, you heard your boyfriend's laughter in the background.

"Hey y/n, what's up?" Soobin said, his voice a little too cheerful for your liking. "So you're the reason my boyfriend isn't here for date night?" You asked, your tone sharp and biting.

The noise in the background came to a stop. You weren't sure if it was because of Soobin saying your name or the rather harsh tone heard from the other side of the phone.

It wasn't Soobin's fault that your boyfriend forgot about date night, but you couldn't help but lash out.

"Shit," Yeonjun said from the other side of the line. "Tell him not to bother. I'm leaving."

It wasn't until you got home that you and Yeonjun crossed paths. You had parked your car in the garage with Yeonjun pulling in. You quickly grabbed your belongings before attempting to make a quick escape to the elevator that would lead you up to your shared apartment.

Once Yeonjun had parked his car, you heard him calling your name. You didn't bother to look up until you stepped into the elevator and the doors were closing right on Yeonjun.

The idea of being in an elevator with him, in close proximity with no true escape, made you sick to your stomach. You've been through the wringer with guys letting you down, forgetting about you.

Honestly, you thought things were different with Yeonjun because he was unlike any guy before. Maybe you were wrong all along.

It took everything in you to not cry. Part of you was numb to the feeling of disappointment when it comes to significant others. This didn't even come close to the top three letdowns you've experienced. What pained you was the fact that you had convinced yourself Choi Yeonjun was unlike the rest.

Accidents happen. Plans get forgotten about when they fail to make it out of text messages.

But this was date night. Your weekly date night. How could he forget about something so important for the both of you?

What also caused heartache was how you've confided in Yeonjun of your past. You tend to be too trusting of a person. Yeonjun always admired your kindness, but hated the fact that people have taken disadvantage of that.

It was his idea to help you find a therapist to build the life skills to stick up for yourself, to heal from your past. Of course, Yeonjun had been in your corner to support you. He was a large source of your confidence that the poor decisions of others weren't a reflection of you, that you weren't the cause of them choosing to hurt you.

When it came to dating, it was hard for you to not get the impression it was an issue with you. When relationships failed, you thought you were the one to blame. Even if you were the one putting most of the work into the relationship.

Who you are is not responsible for people lacking compassion and genuine care. You can be the best person but people will still choose to do the wrong thing. It is a reflection of who they are, not you.

The love Yeonjun showed you constantly helped solidify that you were a worthy person.

He reassured you constantly that you were one in a million in his eyes. And that it was a shame others chose to dim your light for their own selfish gains.

Although, the shadow of doubt was starting to grow more ominous. It felt like deja vu tonight, especially after past partners had forgotten dates or special events. One even forgot your anniversary.

Never would you believe Yeonjun would be lumped with the past.

A heavy-breathing Yeonjun was trailing quickly behind you. You didn't have the heart to slam the door in his face, now when you both lived here.

"Y/n, please! Just listen to me," Yeonjun begged.

Your heart chipped at the tone of his voice. You wanted so desperately to fall in his arms, to reassure him that it was okay and that he was forgiven. That was the old you.

"Why should I, Yeonjun? I'm not the same girl I was when we met," you sighed.

With your heels slipped off, you collected the straps in your hand to carry them upstairs. You were about to climb the staircase, just wanting to slip into bed and forget about tonight. Your freehand rested on the railing, but you couldn't bring yourself to trudge up the stairs.

For the first time that evening, you looked properly back at Yeonjun. You couldn't read his mind, not based on his facial expression. His cheeks were a bit flushed from having to run up the stairwell to your fifth-floor apartment. Other than that though, he looked frazzled. It was a stark different compared to the man you know. Or at least, that you thought you knew.

"I'm not just going to fall into your arms and tell you it's okay. I'm not just going to pretend I'm not hurting and that you're not the one to blame," you began.

It was then your body was failing you, your strong hold weakening. Your eyes were becoming glossy but you tried your best to blink them away before they could fall down your cheeks.

He doesn't deserve to see you cry.

"I get that I might not be that important to you anymore, but I'd rather you communicate that before you try to publicly embarrass me."

A weight had been somewhat lifted off your chest. You finally confronted someone who had done you wrong, something you would have actively avoided in the past. You never before doubted Yeonjun's care for you, until the incident tonight.

"Not care about you? If you think I'm giving up on us, you're wrong, sweetheart."

You didn't even make it up one step. Your grip on the railing tightened a bit as you spun back towards Yeonjun. He was kidding, right?

"How else am I supposed to react to you standing me up? Like, in case you also forgot, I have been your girlfriend for the past year and a half."

Seems like your attempts at going upstairs, to slide into bed were forgotten. To be honest, you weren't anticipating Yeonjun trying to put up a fight, let alone a fight for supposedly your relationship. You were more so anticipating Yeonjun to admit that he had lost feelings and just didn't know how to tell you.

That was the part you were accustomed to.

"I know who you are, y/n," he sighed.

Why was he the one now getting exasperated? He had no right. I mean, if you hadn't called Soobin, he would still be off on a boys' night until who knows when. All because he failed to remember date night, as well as ignore your texts and calls.

"And what I know about my girlfriend, about you, is that you have a big heart. I know you wouldn't just walk away, not like this."

Your blood was beginning to boil. Was he really trying to guilt trip?

His eyes seemed to widen as he let his own words process. You crossed your arms over your chest, your heels now hitting along your side gently as they still dangled in your grip. Even if your feet ached a bit, you felt more compelled to putting them on and walking right out for the night.

"Fuck, not what I meant." His hand ran through his hair before he leaned against the door, looking at you. "What I meant is that you are my girlfriend, my partner. I know that you are not the type of person that wants someone to fight for you, and dammit, I'm here ready to give it my all. I just need you to stay. Please."

Deep down, you knew you weren't a malicious person. While you were not pleased with Yeonjun, you didn't have the heart to walk away either. Not when you knew you wouldn't get a good night's sleep wondering why. And even if you did walk away from him, not giving him a chance to redeem himself, you'd always be left wondering 'what if' you had stayed.

Too many times you have stuck around after the other person begs and cries for you to. You felt guilty being the one to walk away, even if they have ripped you apart time and time again.

Maybe in the past, you were desperate for bad relationships to work because it was what you had grown to. Maybe you just hadn't found the courage to admit you deserved better.

Has Yeonjun been genuine this whole time, or has it been a whole facade? Did he have an alternative motive?

Only one way to find out.

Sighing, you nodded before going to sit on the bottom step. Your heels rested against the floor now, your grip loosening and allowing them to slip away. Your gaze looked at Yeonjun.

He frowned once he could see the pain in your face. It shattered his heart, which honestly has been breaking into pieces since the moment you called Soobin.

That was about an hour ago.

"Y/n, I cannot apologize for my actions," he began.

There goes another piece of your heart-shattering. Did he get amusement out of your heartache?

"It's inexcusable for me to not only forget about date night, but to leave you in the dark."

Slowly, you nodded your head. One, to acknowledge and agree what had had said to you. And two, to show him you were invested in the conversation and allowing him to speak first.

In reality, you should have gone off on him first. Baby steps.

"Why didn't you just text me back? Did you like seeing me concerned? Was it amusing to you and the guys?"

Yeonjun quickly shook his head. He desperately wanted to make his way to you, to join you on the steps. He wanted to take you into his arms to put the pieces of you back together. It pained him that he crushed the most precious thing in his life.

"No, angel. I'll admit that I didn't even know how bad things were until you called Soobin."

Well, at least you weren't the running joke in his friend group.

"I put my phone on the charger since I knew I would be driving to you to meet. I thought I had more time, but I honestly got swept up in the conversation with the guys. It's not an excuse, but it's the truth. I can even call all the guys to verify that's what happened if you want to take their word over mine for the time being. Well, maybe not Beomgyu since I think he would get enjoyment out of watching me squirm and beg."

You weren't the type of person to be selfish and demand attention. Yet, you couldn't help but when you knew there was a comeback in April and you'd be spending less time with your boyfriend once March rolls in.

You couldn't help but smile at the thought. Not really the sentiment of what Yeonjun said because it still rubbed you the wrong way that he lost track of time.

"There's my girl," Yeonjun murmured. You two made eye contact, but you noticed he glanced to the space beside you on the steps. Oh what the hell. You nodded gently, much to Yeonjun's delight.

Slowly, he crossed the entrance to where you were. He slipped in gently, keeping a bit of space between you. It was something just to be close to you.

"I am so sorry for hurting you, for leading you to believe I am not as invested as you are." Taking a chance, he gently moved his left hand to brush your hair back behind your ear. "You're my whole world, y/n. And I'll spend the rest of my days proving that to you."

"I know," you sighed. "But you also have to see where I'm coming from. This isn't my first time. If anything, I am used to people just giving up when things get tough or when feelings fizzle out."

"And I can assure you. I am not going anywhere. You are my life, my love, my everything. If anything, my feelings towards you get stronger every day. I am sorry for making you feel that you are less than that."

Yeonjun's hand in your hair gently moved to caress your cheek. The feeling of the warm touch of his was enough to make your anger from earlier dissolve gently. You were a tad bit sad by the events that unfolded, but this is what you always dreamed of when it comes to a relationship.

You always wanted someone willing to talk things out, not just run away. You wanted someone to place your well-being - emotional, mental, and physical - as a top priority as you did for others.

"I should have gotten you a wireless charger for Valentine's Day," you joked.

He chuckled gently at your joke. Truly, he adored your outlook on life. You often saw the positives, but he also admired your strong will. Watching you evolve into the person you are today made him proud to be yours. Even if him being in the wrong brought out that side of you, he still enjoyed being the one to navigate life and grow alongside you.

"Considerate it done. And can I also make up for date night? What about if we go out tomorrow night or Saturday?" "I'll have to think about it," you said playfully. "I might be busy."

Yeonjun playfully gasped. You couldn't help but giggle and finally press your lips against his. "Might just want to keep you all to myself for a weekend," you murmured against his lips.

Feeling him smile into the kiss made your heart flutter. The kiss was short, as he slowly pulled back. His forehead moved to rest against yours, gazing into your eyes.

"I'm all yours. Always have been, always will be yours."

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channoticedmeuwu · 11 months

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23:57 HRS | p — CHOI YEONJUN × FEM!READER | g — fluff, prod!reader, vocalist!yeonjun, idol!au not intended | w — none

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“let's keep the last one and try again.”

yeonjun blinked at you from behind the glass— his glasses were perched low on his nose, his hair was pulled into a half pony and his neck, adorned in a dainty chain, flexed as he swallowed, realizing that he felt awfully nervous to be criticized by you. he only nodded, a jingle from his piercings echoed, letting out a chuckle as he saw you tilting your head with a soft, encouraging smile.

cute, you thought to yourself as you pressed your legs together and rubbed your face, accidentally smearing your lipgloss a little beyond your lips. but it only made you look imperfectly prettier. that's what yeonjun thought, eyeing the way your lips looked— plush and soft n’ sparkly as you smiled at him.

“you're good, jun,” you hummed after his take, throwing him another smile as you shifted your focus from the computer onto him. you couldn't tell if it was the new ambiance lighting that was recently installed in the studio or just your imagination, but, was he blushing?

“thank you.” he muttered, running a finger over his bottom lip. reaching out towards the pencil, he began scribbling something on his lyric sheet. “can I try that again?”

“of course.”

you were refreshing, yeonjun thought to himself. the way you shot him encouraging nods and hums of approval— he felt like he was being highlighted in ways that he never thought could make him shy. and after another take, he saw you sucking in a breath, looking at him with a raised eyebrow, as if to say, ‘it's perfect.’

you could see him pressing his lips together. if he wasn't blushing before, he was definitely now.

“fuck,” you blinked with a slight chuckle. ironically, what you were about to say next was exactly what he felt like, ears growing pink as he fingered the pendant of the necklace around his neck, eyes glazing over your oddly sweet features.

“i've never heard anything that sounds like you before.”

txt — masterlist

a/n — just finished watching skz record s-class and I'm in the mood. yeonjun manbun supremacy + I switched the formatting of my drabbles what r everyone's opinions

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yournameloveskpop · 1 month

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LO♡ER

Paring: Yeonjun x Reader

Style: Friendship, romance, fluff

Warning: abusive family, violence, arguing

Word count: 15,172

In the backdrop of a home where discord was the soundtrack, Yeonjun carved out a sanctuary not in the echoes of solitude, but in the shared silences and laughter with a group that had become his chosen family. Among them was Y/N, whose presence turned the ordinary into something akin to magic. On a day marred by the usual cacophony of his parents' arguments, a simple message from Y/N on his phone felt like a lifeline thrown into the turbulent sea of his thoughts.

"Hey, we're all outside. Come out when you can," the message glowed on the screen, its simplicity belying the profound impact it had on him. Yeonjun couldn't help but smile, a rare and precious curve that lifted the heaviness off his heart, if only momentarily.

He quickly grabbed his leather jacket, the one piece that felt like armor against the world, and darted out the door. The cool evening air was a balm, and there they were, his friends, with Y/N standing slightly apart, her gaze wandering until it landed on him.

"There he is! Our knight in scuffed sneakers," Beomgyu called out, his voice laced with warmth and a hint of mischief.

"Very funny, Beomgyu. You're just jealous you can't pull these off," Yeonjun shot back, the banter feeling like a return to normalcy.

As the group laughed, Y/N moved closer. "Are you okay?" Her voice was soft, a contrast to the loudness of his home.

Yeonjun met her eyes, and for a moment, considered brushing off her concern with a joke. But something in her gaze stopped him. "Yeah, I'm good... now that I'm here," he admitted, allowing a sliver of his true feelings to show.

Y/N smiled, and it was like a promise of better things to come. "Good. We've missed you. We're planning a little adventure tonight. Are you in?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of the unknown.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Yeonjun replied, the weight of his world momentarily lifted by the prospect of spending the evening with his friends and Y/N.

As they walked, the city's lights began to blur into a tapestry of colors, each moment spent with the group a brushstroke in the masterpiece of his youth. They shared stories that made them laugh until their sides hurt and confessions that brought them closer than ever.

"So, Yeonjun, when are you going to admit that you've got the biggest crush on Y/N?" Hueningkai teased, nudging him with an elbow.

Yeonjun felt a flush creep up his neck, but he played it cool. "What are you talking about, Kai? We're just friends," he managed to say, stealing a glance at Y/N, who was looking at him with an unreadable expression.

"Right, just friends don't look at each other like that," Taehyun chimed in, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Before Yeonjun could respond, Y/N laughed, easing the tension. "Guys, stop teasing him. We're all friends here, right?"

The conversation flowed into the night, each moment a testament to the strength of their bonds. It was in these moments, surrounded by laughter and the comfort of friends, that Yeonjun felt a glimmer of hope, a belief in the possibility of happiness despite the chaos of his world.

As the night came to a close, Yeonjun found himself walking Y/N home, a silent agreement between them. "Thank you for tonight, Yeonjun. It means a lot, you being here," Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey, I should be thanking you. You... all of you, make everything seem okay," Yeonjun confessed, his voice laden with an emotion he rarely let show.

Y/N stopped and turned to face him, her eyes searching his. "Yeonjun, no matter what happens at home, know that you're not alone. We're here for you, I'm here for you," she said earnestly, reaching out to squeeze his hand.

Yeonjun felt a surge of warmth at her words, a sense of belonging enveloping him. "I know," he said softly, "and I'm here for you, too. Always."

Yeonjun's journey back to his room was a silent one, the stillness of his home a stark contrast to the warmth and noise of the evening he'd just left behind. The moment he entered his sanctuary, the first thing he did was collapse onto his bed, the events of the night replaying in his mind like a cherished movie. His gaze drifted to the picture on his bedside table—a memento from the final day of school that always brought a genuine smile to his face.

In the photo, his friends were a backdrop of joy, each of them embodying the carefree essence of their youth with wide grins and peace signs. And there was Y/N, her arms around Yeonjun in a playful embrace, her lips pressed to his cheek in a moment of spontaneous affection. It was a snapshot that spoke volumes of their friendship, a tangible memory of a day filled with laughter and light-heartedness.

His phone vibrated, pulling him from his reverie. Picking it up, he saw a flurry of messages from his friends, a continuation of their collective narrative even after the night had ended.

Soobin's message popped up first: "Hey, you made it home okay?"

Yeonjun typed back, "Yeah, just got in. Everything's quiet here. How about you guys?"

Beomgyu was quick to respond, his text a vibrant splash of his personality: "Got home and raided the fridge. Night's not over till I say it's over 😂."

Taehyun chimed in with his usual calm demeanor: "Home safe. Tonight was something else, wasn't it? We should plan something like this again soon."

Their conversation was a thread that wove through the fabric of his evening, stitching the moments of solitude with the comfort of belonging. Yet, it was the message from Y/N that he found himself hesitating over, her words a gentle echo of the night's earlier connection.

Y/N: "Made it home safe, thanks to you. Tonight was really fun, wasn't it?"

Yeonjun's fingers hovered over the keyboard. "It was. Thanks to you guys, it always is. Glad you got home okay."

There was a pause, a breath of time before her reply came through, "Yeah, it's always better with everyone together. Goodnight, Yeonjun."

"Goodnight, Y/N," he typed back, a sense of contentment settling over him. The conversation gradually wound down as each friend signed off for the night, leaving Yeonjun in the quiet of his room once again.

He lay back, the glow of his phone screen dimming as he set it aside. His thoughts were a mix of gratitude and a burgeoning hope for what the future might hold. Yeonjun's sleep was shattered not by an alarm, nor by the gentle rays of morning light, but by the all-too-familiar cacophony of raised voices echoing through the thin walls of their modest home. He lay there for a moment, heart sinking, as the fleeting warmth of a beautiful dream faded into the cold, harsh light of day. In his dream, there had been laughter, love, and light; he and Y/N had built a life filled with joy, surrounded by friends who were more like family, living out their passions. But as the arguing intensified, the dream evaporated, leaving behind a bitter longing for what could be.

With a heavy sigh, Yeonjun forced himself out of bed, the turmoil from the kitchen seeping into his very bones. He tried to prepare himself for the day, hoping to find some semblance of peace before facing his parents. Yet, peace was a stranger in this house, and as he entered the kitchen, the sight that greeted him tightened the knot in his stomach.

His father, red-faced and furious, was unleashing a torrent of accusations at his mother, who stood by the counter, her posture defeated, tears threatening to spill over.

Yeonjun's father slammed his hands down on the table, his voice booming, "You're useless! You can't do anything right!"

Yeonjun felt a rush of anger and protectiveness. He wanted to scream, to tell his father to stop, but he held his tongue, hoping the storm would pass. But it didn't. Instead, it grew worse. His mother whispered something in return, too low for Yeonjun to catch, but it was enough to send his father over the edge. The man's hand raised in a threatening arc, and Yeonjun couldn't hold back any longer.

"No!" Yeonjun's voice was a mix of rage and desperation as he stepped between his parents, catching his father's wrist mid-air. "You will not touch her. Not now, not ever."

His father's eyes blazed with fury, now directed at him. "Move, Yeonjun. This does not concern you."

But Yeonjun stood firm, his stance defiant. "It does when you're about to hurt my mother."

The response was a sharp slap across his face, the sound echoing through the room, a stark reminder of the dysfunction that had become their normal. Tears welled up in Yeonjun's eyes, not from the pain, but from the realization of how broken his family had become. Without another word, his father grabbed his jacket and stormed out, leaving a heavy silence in his wake.

Yeonjun turned to his mother, pulling her into a tight embrace as she finally allowed her tears to fall. "I'm so sorry, Mom," he whispered, the ache in his heart growing with each sob she tried to stifle against his shoulder.

The day dragged on, the weight of the morning's events heavy on Yeonjun's shoulders. He craved an escape, a moment of reprieve from the chaos of his home life. Picking up his phone, he sent a message to his friends and Y/N, "Need to see you guys. Can we meet up?" Their affirmative responses were quick, a small comfort in his turbulent world.

When they arrived, the concern was evident on their faces, especially Y/N's, who rushed to envelop him in a hug the moment she saw the red mark on his cheek. "Yeonjun, what happened?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Before he could respond, his friends sprang into action, tidying up the house, their presence a silent support that Yeonjun hadn't realized he needed so desperately. Hueningkai and Beomgyu took it upon themselves to order an abundance of food, ensuring they wouldn't need to worry about meals for the next few days.

As they settled into a semblance of normalcy, Yeonjun found himself opening up about the morning's confrontation, the words spilling out amidst a mix of anger, shame, and a deep-seated fear for his mother's well-being. His friends listened, their responses a mixture of outrage and sympathy, but it was Y/N's quiet assurance that soothed his frayed nerves the most.

"We're here for you, Yeonjun. You're not alone in this," Y/N said, her hand finding his in a gesture of solidarity. The warmth of her touch was a stark contrast to the coldness he felt at home.

As the evening unwound, Yeonjun's small apartment transformed into a haven of warmth and camaraderie, a stark contrast to the usual tension that filled the space. The laughter was genuine, the stories flowed freely, and for a moment, Yeonjun allowed himself to get lost in the joy of the present, surrounded by the people he loved and who loved him back. His mother, too, seemed to shed years of burden, her laughter mingling with theirs, a sound so rare and precious to Yeonjun.

They gathered around the modest living room, plates of food ordered by Beomgyu and Hueningkai scattered on the table, a feast in their little sanctuary. Y/N was nestled close to Yeonjun, her head resting gently against his shoulder, her presence a balm to the aches in his heart. His mother, once hesitant, now joined in with a lightness in her eyes, sharing tales of Yeonjun as a child, much to his mock embarrassment and their amusement.

As the night deepened, the laughter subsided into comfortable murmurs, the TV playing softly in the background. It was during one of these calm moments that Yeonjun's father stumbled in, the sharp smell of alcohol preceding him. His presence was like a cold wind, threatening to extinguish the warmth they had built. He paused, his gaze sweeping over the scene before him: his wife smiling for the first time in months, Yeonjun surrounded by friends, a stark reminder of what they were missing.

Yeonjun tensed, preparing for a confrontation, but his father merely frowned, a look of confusion or perhaps resentment flashing across his face. Without a word, he shuffled to the fridge, grabbed another beer, and retreated to his room, the door closing with a thud that echoed through the silent room.

For a moment, the atmosphere was charged with tension, but Yeonjun's friends were quick to adapt, refusing to let the brief intrusion shatter the peace. Beomgyu, ever the peacemaker, chuckled nervously and turned up the volume on the TV, suggesting they start another episode of the series they'd been binging. Hueningkai, with a glance at Yeonjun's mother, offered her a warm smile and another serving of food, his way of saying they were all there for each other.

Yeonjun's mother, touched by the gesture, accepted, her eyes meeting Yeonjun's. In them, he saw a mixture of gratitude and sorrow, a silent acknowledgment of the reality they lived in and the brief respite they had been granted.

"Thank you, all of you," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "For bringing laughter into this home again. For standing by my son... and by me."

Yeonjun felt Y/N stir beside him, her eyes blinking open. She looked up at him, then around at the room, sensing the shift. "Is everything okay?" she whispered, concern lacing her voice.

Yeonjun squeezed her hand, offering a reassuring smile. "Yeah, everything's fine. We're all here, together. That's what matters."

As they settled back into the evening, Yeonjun couldn't help but reflect on the complexity of emotions swirling within him. The presence of his father, even briefly, was a stark reminder of the challenges they faced, yet the solidarity of his friends and the unexpected strength of his mother filled him with hope.

In the quiet moments, Yeonjun shared his fears and dreams, his voice barely above a whisper, but his friends listened with a depth of understanding that only true companionship could offer. They talked about the future, about Yeonjun's dreams of opening his dance studio, about Y/N's upcoming book, about finding a way out of the cycle of despair and into a world where they could all thrive.

"It's not going to be easy," Yeonjun admitted, the weight of his reality pressing down on him. "But having you all here, knowing I'm not alone... it makes me believe that maybe, just maybe, we can make it through."

Y/N squeezed his hand tighter, her eyes reflecting the flickering light from the TV. "We'll make it through, Yeonjun. Together," she promised, a vow that filled the room, enveloping them all in a sense of unity and determination.

As the night wore on, they made plans, sketched out dreams, and fortified their bonds, the darkness outside no match for the light within. And when they finally settled down to sleep, scattered across the living room in an assortment of blankets and pillows, it was with a sense of peace that had been absent from Yeonjun's life for too long. The morning after their impromptu sleepover began with the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the scene of camaraderie and makeshift family that had formed in Yeonjun's living room. Beomgyu and Soobin, the early risers of the group, tiptoed through the quiet house, a silent agreement between them not to disturb the others just yet.

Peering down the hallway, they spotted Yeonjun's mother, who had sought refuge in her son's bed, a move that spoke volumes about the night before. "She looks peaceful," Soobin whispered, a note of relief in his voice.

"Yeah, let's keep it down. She deserves some rest," Beomgyu agreed, as they both headed towards the kitchen to start on breakfast.

The sight of Y/N and Yeonjun, curled up together on the small couch under a blanket, brought a smile to Beomgyu's face. "They look like a pile of puppies," he chuckled quietly, careful not to wake them.

Soobin couldn't help but smile too. "Let's make sure we have coffee ready. It's going to be a long day."

As the aroma of coffee began to fill the apartment, Taehyun and Hueningkai emerged from their sleeping spots, rubbing sleep from their eyes. "Smells good," Taehyun mumbled, heading straight for the coffee pot.

"Did anyone survive the night without any drama?" Hueningkai asked, half-joking as he joined the others in the kitchen.

"Quiet, you'll wake them," Beomgyu hissed, nodding towards the living room where Yeonjun and Y/N were still asleep.

The group shared a light laugh, their spirits lifted by the sense of unity among them. It wasn't long before Yeonjun's mother joined them, her expression one of gratitude as she surveyed the young people who had become her son's protectors and supporters.

"Morning, everyone. I can't thank you enough for being here," she said, her voice soft but filled with emotion.

"We're just glad we could help," Soobin replied, handing her a cup of coffee.

The morning tranquility was momentarily disrupted by the arrival of Yeonjun's father, his mood as sour as the hangover he was nursing. His scowl deepened upon seeing the group gathered in his kitchen, but a sharp look from his wife and the united front presented by Yeonjun's friends made him think twice about starting a confrontation.

"Mornin'," he grunted, barely a greeting, before making a beeline for the fridge.

"Not now," Yeonjun's mother muttered under her breath, a silent plea for peace that her husband surprisingly heeded, grabbing a bottle of water and retreating back to the shadows of the house.

With the air cleared, the group quickly finished their preparations. "Alright, team, let's head out. Arcade day, right?" Taehyun announced, the excitement clear in his voice.

"Yeah, let's give Yeonjun and Y/N a bit of a wake-up call first," Hueningkai suggested, a mischievous glint in his eye.

The gentle chaos of rousing their friends was met with groans and laughter, the perfect start to what promised to be a day filled with much-needed distraction and fun. As they left the house, Yeonjun's mother waved them off, a silent thank you in her eyes.

The arcade was alive with the sounds of games and laughter, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere they had left behind. As they moved from game to game, the weight of the previous night began to lift, replaced by the simple joy of being together.

Yeonjun, who had been quiet, finally broke his silence with a laugh, his arm around Y/N as they teamed up against Beomgyu and Soobin in a racing game. "I bet we can beat you with our eyes closed," he teased, the challenge accepted with eager shouts.

The day passed in a blur of games, laughter, and shared moments. Every high score was a victory, every loss met with good-natured ribbing. It was a reminder of the strength found in their friendship, a bond that had only grown stronger in the face of adversity.

As the sun began to set, they gathered outside the arcade, the glow of the neon signs casting colorful shadows on their faces. "Today was needed," Yeonjun admitted, looking at each of his friends. "Thanks, guys. For everything."

"It's what families do, right?" Taehyun said, the others nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, we've got your back, always," Beomgyu added, his sentiment echoed by nods and smiles from the rest.

As the day waned and their friends made their way out the door with promises to return, Yeonjun and his mother found themselves in the quiet aftermath, the echoes of laughter still bouncing off the walls. The temporary reprieve had been a much-needed distraction, but now, with the house returning to its usual state, reality set in once again.

Yeonjun's mother, her expression a mixture of gratitude and resignation, turned to him. "They're good kids, you know. You're lucky to have friends like that."

Yeonjun nodded, the weight of their departure settling on his shoulders. "Yeah, I know. They're more like family, really. They'll be back, though. They always come back."

The conversation shifted as Yeonjun began to gather the remnants of their day, his thoughts already racing ahead to the future he envisioned—one far away from the turmoil that had become a staple in their home.

"Mom, I've been thinking a lot about work lately," Yeonjun started, breaking the silence that had started to creep in. "You know I've been saving up every penny I can, right?"

His mother, wiping down the table, paused to look at him. "Yes, I know. You're working so hard, Yeonjun. I wish you didn't have to."

Yeonjun shook his head, a determined glint in his eye. "No, it's okay. It's for a good reason. I'm not just saving up to move out. I want to make sure we can both leave this place. You know, find somewhere better... away from him."

The air between them grew heavy, the unspoken understanding of what 'him' meant hanging like a cloud. Yeonjun's father, with his unpredictable moods and destructive habits, had become the catalyst for Yeonjun's relentless drive.

"I want to open my own dance studio too, you know that. But it's not just about the studio or moving out. I want to make sure you're safe, that we can both be safe. And I want to... I want to take Y/N out on a proper date. She deserves that much."

His mother smiled, a sad twist to her lips. "Yeonjun, you're thinking about everyone else. What about what you want?"

"I am thinking about what I want. I want all of us to be happy, especially you. And I'll work as much as I need to make that happen. I've even taken on extra shifts. Every little bit helps."

The resolve in Yeonjun's voice was palpable. His mother reached across the table, placing her hand over his. "You're a good son, Yeonjun. I'm proud of you. But don't overwork yourself. Your happiness is important too."

Yeonjun nodded, the weight of his responsibilities a constant companion. "I know, Mom. But I can handle it. We'll get through this, together."

The conversation drifted to more practical matters—budgets, potential apartments, the logistics of moving—and with each word, the plan became more real, a tangible future they could both reach for.

In the days that followed, Yeonjun threw himself into his work with renewed vigor, the dream of a better life fueling his every action. His job, though part-time, became a stepping stone to something greater, each shift an opportunity to inch closer to freedom.

During breaks, he researched dance studios, jotting down ideas and budgets in a worn notebook he kept in his locker. He envisioned a space filled with music and laughter, a stark contrast to the stifled atmosphere of his current home.

And through it all, he thought of Y/N, her smile a beacon in the darker moments. He imagined their date, nothing extravagant, but something meaningful—a testament to their journey together.

Yeonjun's mother watched her son's tireless efforts, her heart a mix of sorrow and pride. She knew the sacrifices he was making, the dreams he was deferring, all for the sake of a brighter future for them both.

As Yeonjun returned home late one evening, his body weary but his spirit undeterred, he found his mother waiting up for him, a simple meal laid out on the table.

"Mom, you didn't have to wait," he said, guilt edging his voice.

"I wanted to. We're in this together, remember?" she replied, her smile tired but genuine.

The clatter of dishes and the hum of conversation filled the cozy confines of the cafe, a soothing backdrop to the gathering of friends. Yeonjun, despite the evident fatigue etched in the lines of his face, wore a smile that seemed to light up the room. Across from him, Hueningkai and Soobin sipped their drinks, their attention fully on Yeonjun as they caught up on each other's lives.

"So, you've been practically living at work, man," Soobin observed, eyeing Yeonjun's weary appearance with a mix of concern and admiration. "You're pushing yourself too hard."

Yeonjun shrugged, his smile unwavering. "It's been a lot, yeah, but it's all for a good reason. I've got plans, big plans."

Hueningkai leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "Big plans? Like what? Finally going to conquer the world with your dance moves?"

Laughing, Yeonjun shook his head. "Not exactly. But you're not too far off. I've been saving up, you know, working all those extra hours. And I've finally hit one of my goals."

Soobin's eyes widened, a realization dawning. "Wait, are you talking about asking Y/N out? You've been talking about that for ages!"

"Yeah," Yeonjun confessed, his cheeks coloring slightly. "I wanted to make sure I could do it right. Take her out somewhere nice, make it special. I didn't want to half-ass it, especially not with her."

The table fell into a brief silence, the significance of the moment settling over them. Yeonjun had been vocal about his feelings for Y/N for as long as anyone could remember, but his determination to provide a memorable experience was a testament to the depth of his affection.

"So, when are you going to ask her?" Hueningkai asked, his excitement barely contained.

"I was thinking this weekend," Yeonjun replied, his voice a mix of nerves and excitement. "There's this place I've had my eye on for a while. It's not overly fancy, but it's special. I think she'll like it."

Soobin nodded approvingly. "That sounds perfect, man. Y/N's lucky to have someone who puts so much thought into making her happy."

Yeonjun smiled, a hint of pride in his expression. "I just want her to feel special, you know? After everything that's happened, she deserves a bit of happiness."

The conversation shifted then, the friends discussing potential date ideas, each suggestion more elaborate than the last. Yeonjun listened, amused and grateful for their input, but his mind was made up. He wanted the evening to be a reflection of his feelings—genuine, heartfelt, and memorable.

As the afternoon waned, the trio lingered over their drinks, the cafe's warm ambiance a comforting presence. Yeonjun's earlier exhaustion seemed to fade, replaced by a growing sense of anticipation. The road ahead was still fraught with challenges, but for the first time in a long while, he felt ready to face them head-on.

Finally, it was time to part ways. The friends exchanged hugs and words of encouragement, promising to meet up again soon.

"Let us know how it goes," Soobin said as they stepped outside, the city's hustle and bustle enveloping them once more.

"I will," Yeonjun promised, a determined glint in his eye.

As Yeonjun navigated the quiet streets toward his home, his mind was a whirlwind of anticipation and nerves. The day's fatigue seemed to ebb away with each step he took, replaced by a burgeoning excitement about the conversation he was about to have. He had played this moment over in his head countless times, each scenario slightly different, but all ending with him finally revealing his feelings to Y/N.

Reaching his door, he paused, taking a deep breath of the cool night air. The contrast between the vibrant atmosphere of the cafe and the solitude of his home was stark, yet it provided the perfect backdrop for him to collect his thoughts. Inside, the silence enveloped him, a blank canvas for the myriad emotions painting his psyche.

"It's now or never," he whispered to himself, pulling out his phone. His fingers hovered over the call button, a battle between fear and courage playing out in the pit of his stomach. With a determined press, the call connected, and the sound of ringing filled the room, a ticking countdown to the moment of truth.

After a few heartbeats, her voice came through, soft and melodic, a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "Hey, Yeonjun, what's up? It's kinda late, isn't it?"

"Hey, Y/N," Yeonjun started, trying to keep his voice steady. "Yeah, sorry for calling so late. I just... I needed to talk to you about something."

There was a hint of concern in her reply. "Is everything okay? You sound a bit off."

He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, everything's fine. It's just, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about...us."

"Us?" Her voice was laced with curiosity, tinged with a hint of something he couldn't quite place.

"Yeah, you know, we've been friends for so long, and you've always been there for me. And I've realized that I feel something more for you. I like you, Y/N. More than just a friend."

There was a brief silence, the kind that stretches out, filling the space with tension and unspoken questions.

"Yeonjun, I... This is a lot to take in. I mean, you're one of my closest friends. I've always cared about you, but I never thought..." Her voice trailed off, searching for the right words.

He rushed to fill the silence, his heart racing. "I know it's a lot, and I don't want to make things weird between us. I just couldn't keep pretending that my feelings for you were just platonic. I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I had to be honest with you."

There was another pause, this one thoughtful, as if she was weighing her words carefully. "Yeonjun, I've always admired your honesty, and I'm touched that you feel this way about me. I guess I've always been afraid to acknowledge my own feelings, worried it might ruin our friendship. But hearing you say all this... it's opened my eyes. I think I might feel the same way."

A wave of relief washed over Yeonjun, his knees almost buckling under the weight of his released tension. "Really? You do?"

"Yes, I do. But this is all so new to me. I'm not sure what to do next," she admitted, her voice a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Yeonjun smiled, a genuine, wide smile that felt like it could light up the darkness around him. "How about we start simple? Would you like to go out on a date with me? Nothing too fancy, just a chance for us to explore these feelings and see where it takes us."

"I'd like that," Y/N replied, her voice now holding a warmth that set his heart ablaze. "It sounds perfect."

They talked for a while longer, discussing potential places for their date, each suggestion sparking laughter and shared excitement. As the conversation wound down, Yeonjun felt a profound sense of contentment. He had taken a leap into the unknown, and instead of falling, he found himself soaring on the wings of new possibilities.

"Goodnight, Yeonjun," Y/N said softly as they said their farewells. "I'm really looking forward to our date."

"Me too, Y/N. Goodnight."

Yeonjun glanced at the clock again, feeling the seconds tick by with agonizing slowness. His shift at the cafe was almost over, but with each passing minute, his anxiety spiked. Today wasn't just any day; it was the day he'd finally go on a date with Y/N. He'd been planning everything meticulously, determined to make it perfect. However, the realization that he had to transition from his work persona to date-ready in under two hours was daunting.

"Alright, just fifteen more minutes," he muttered to himself, wiping down the counter with more vigor than necessary.

When his shift finally ended, Yeonjun practically bolted, grabbing his backpack and nearly sprinting towards the door. His manager, caught between amusement and mild concern, couldn't help but call out, "Hot date tonight, Yeonjun?"

Yeonjun, already halfway out, turned to flash a grin that was equal parts excitement and nerves. "Something like that!" he called back, the door swinging shut behind him.

The moment he arrived home, he was a whirlwind of activity. A quick, albeit thorough, shower was followed by an intense debate over what to wear. He settled on a smart-casual ensemble that felt just right—not too formal, but definitely a step up from his usual work attire.

His mother, ever the supportive figure in his life, noticed his jittery demeanor. "You'll do great, Yeonjun. Just be yourself; that's the son I'm proud of," she reassured him, her words a comforting balm to his frayed nerves.

His father, however, was less enthusiastic. "All this fuss over a date," he grumbled from his corner of the living room. "Seems like a waste of time to me."

Yeonjun chose to ignore the comment, focusing instead on the positive energy his mother provided. He didn't have time for negativity, not today.

The sound of a car pulling up outside snapped Yeonjun out of his reverie. It was time. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door to find Y/N standing there, looking breathtakingly pretty. The way she looked at him, with eyes that sparkled with admiration, made his heart skip a beat. "Wow, Y/N, you look amazing," he managed to say, his voice steady despite the butterflies dancing in his stomach.

"And you look very handsome, Yeonjun," she replied, her smile wide and genuine.

The drive to the restaurant was filled with comfortable chatter, both of them easing into the evening. Yeonjun had chosen a place he'd mentioned to Soobin and Hueningkai, a cozy spot known for its great atmosphere and delicious food. Dinner was a lively affair, with both of them sharing stories and laughs, the initial nerves giving way to a comfortable, joyful connection.

After dinner, Yeonjun suggested the arcade, a throwback to their childhood days. The competitive spark between them was immediate and delightful, each trying to best the other in various games. The highlight of the arcade visit was Yeonjun winning Y/N a plushie after several attempts at a claw machine. Her delighted laughter and the way she hugged the plushie to her chest was a memory Yeonjun knew he'd cherish.

To cap off the evening, they strolled through a nearby street market, the air filled with the enticing aromas of street food and the sounds of night vendors hawking their wares. They shared an ice cream, laughing over shared jokes and the simple joy of being together in the moment.

As the night drew to a close, and they headed back to Y/N's car, Yeonjun felt a sense of contentment wash over him. The date had been everything he'd hoped for and more. Not because it was extravagant or flawless, but because it was real, filled with genuine moments of connection and joy.

"Tonight was really special, Y/N," he said as they reached the car, reluctant for the evening to end.

"It was, wasn't it?" she agreed, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the streetlights. "Thank you, Yeonjun, for everything."

Yeonjun and Y/N's journey back home was enveloped in a serene silence, both lost in reflections of the evening's joys. The glow of streetlights flickered through the car windows, casting a warm, ambient light over their shared moments of quiet contentment. As Y/N's car rolled to a stop outside Yeonjun's house, a soft sigh escaped Yeonjun, marking the end of an unforgettable night.

"Thanks for tonight, Y/N. It was... it was really special," Yeonjun said, his voice a soft murmur, laden with unspoken emotions.

In a moment brimming with newfound closeness, Yeonjun leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Y/N's cheek. A blush crept across his cheeks as he pulled back, meeting Y/N's gaze. "I... I hope we can do this again. Like, maybe go on a second date?"

Y/N's smile widened, her eyes lighting up with the promise of future adventures. "I'd like that," she replied, her heart skipping a beat.

With a final wave, Yeonjun stepped out of the car, his steps light as he made his way to his front door. He turned back to see Y/N drive away, their parting filled with silent promises and hopeful anticipation.

Inside, the house was quiet, the late hour lending a stillness that allowed Yeonjun to move silently, careful not to disturb the fragile peace. He made his way to his room, his mind replaying every moment of the evening. After a quick shower, he slipped into bed, the soft sheets a comforting embrace as he reached for his phone.

A group chat with his friends was already buzzing with curiosity, eager for details of his date. Yeonjun couldn't help but smile as he began typing, sharing the highlights of his night with Y/N. The conversation was filled with teasing, congratulations, and endless questions, his friends' enthusiasm a testament to their support and friendship.

"So, she actually beat you at the arcade games?" Hueningkai's incredulous text popped up.

Yeonjun laughed, typing back, "Yeah, and she was brilliant. I won her a plushie though, so I guess that's a win for me."

"Soobin chimed in, "Man, you're really into her, aren't you?"

Yeonjun paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. "Yeah, I am," he finally admitted, a sense of clarity washing over him. "I really am."

The conversation continued into the night, a mix of playful banter and sincere advice, until one by one, they wished each other good night. Yeonjun set his phone aside, a contented sigh escaping him. The next morning, Yeonjun woke up to the sunlight filtering through his curtains, casting a warm glow across his room. The events of the previous night felt like a dream, yet the emotions it stirred within him were undeniably real. He stretched, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Today felt different, lighter somehow, as if the simple act of sharing his feelings with Y/N had lifted a weight off his shoulders.

He got ready for the day, his steps buoyed by the lightness in his heart. As he moved through his morning routine, his thoughts kept drifting back to Y/N, to their conversations, and to the promise of a second date.

As the first rays of sunlight crept through his window, Yeonjun was already awake, his mind replaying the magic of the previous night. The moments spent with Y/N felt surreal, imbued with a warmth that lingered in his heart, stirring emotions deep within. He stretched, a smile playing on his lips, sensing an inexplicable lightness—a buoyancy that made the prospect of facing the day not just bearable but eagerly anticipated.

His morning routine was a dance of habitual motions, but today, each step was infused with the residual joy of shared laughter and whispered promises. Yeonjun's thoughts were a carousel of memories with Y/N, their easy conversations, the spark of connection, and the thrilling prospect of what was yet to come.

As he moved through the house, his mother's eyes followed him, alight with a mix of happiness and relief at seeing her son so visibly uplifted. "You seem different today, Yeonjun. Lighter," she observed, her voice a soft melody in the quiet of the morning.

Yeonjun couldn't help but agree, his heart swelling with a happiness he hadn't known was missing. "It's Y/N," he admitted, allowing the name to hang between them, a testament to the change she'd brought into his life. "Last night was... it was amazing, Mom."

His father, however, remained a thundercloud in their otherwise serene morning, his words laced with bitterness and skepticism. "Love, happiness... You think it's all so simple, don't you? Just wait, you'll tire of each other soon enough," he slurred, the stench of alcohol lingering in the air from the night before.

The words stung, but Yeonjun refused to let them tarnish the brightness of his mood. "I'm not you, Dad," he shot back, the resolve in his voice stronger than he felt. Turning to his mother, he searched her eyes for understanding. "How can you stay with him when he doesn't even care for us? I love Y/N, genuinely, unlike..."

His father cut him off with a harsh laugh, his words sharp as daggers. "Love? You're just kids playing at a game you don't understand. And don't forget, without me, you'd have nothing."

The accusation hung heavy in the air, but Yeonjun's mother quickly stepped in, her voice a soothing balm. "Yeonjun, remember your dreams. You're working hard for your future, for your dance studio. Don't let anything derail you."

His father's mocking laughter at the mention of Yeonjun's ambitions only fueled his determination. "Spend all your money on that girl if you want, but dreams won't pay the bills."

A cold silence followed, the tension palpable. Yeonjun's gaze locked with his mother's, finding solace in the silent communication they shared. Despite the chaos, her belief in him was unshakeable.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Yeonjun grabbed his breakfast, his resolve hardened. "I'll prove you wrong, Dad. Both with Y/N and my dreams."

The air felt heavier as he left the house, the weight of his father's skepticism a familiar burden. Yet, the thought of Y/N and the future they could build together propelled him forward. Work awaited, a means to an end, each shift bringing him closer to the independence and freedom he so desperately sought.

Yeonjun's phone vibrated with a new message as he leaned against the counter, his break offering a brief escape into the world he and Y/N were slowly building together. The text was from Taehyun, filled with the usual banter and inquiries about his day, a stark contrast to the chill of his home environment.

"Hey, Yeonjun, how's the lovebird doing today?" Taehyun teased, the text lighting up his screen.

Yeonjun couldn't help but smile, typing back quickly. "Floating on cloud nine, man. It's weird how much one night can change things."

Almost immediately, Hueningkai chimed in, his enthusiasm evident even through text. "Details, man! We need details! Is a second date in the works?"

Yeonjun laughed softly, his fingers flying over the keys. "Yeah, we're planning something. It's amazing, you know, feeling this... happy."

Before he could continue, his boss, Mr. Kim, stepped into the break room, a knowing smile on his face. "Yeonjun, got a minute?"

Yeonjun looked up, surprised. "Sure, Mr. Kim. What's up?"

Mr. Kim leaned against the doorway, his demeanor serious yet kind. "I've noticed your hard work these past weeks, Yeonjun. You've been pulling a lot of weight around here, and it hasn't gone unnoticed."

Yeonjun felt a flicker of pride, mixed with curiosity. "Thank you, sir. I'm just doing my part."

"Well, your part has earned you a bit more than gratitude," Mr. Kim continued, the smile returning to his face. "I'm talking about a raise. The cafe is doing well, thanks in part to employees like you. I think it's only fair to reward that dedication."

For a moment, Yeonjun was speechless, the news sinking in. "A raise? Really?"

"Yes, really," Mr. Kim confirmed. "You've been a key part of our success here. It's time that was reflected in your paycheck."

Yeonjun felt a rush of gratitude and relief. "Thank you, Mr. Kim. This... this means a lot to me. More than you know."

"I'm glad to hear it. Keep up the good work, Yeonjun. And enjoy that cloud nine of yours," Mr. Kim said with a wink, leaving Yeonjun to his thoughts.

As soon as Mr. Kim left, Yeonjun picked up his phone again, his excitement bubbling over. He quickly shared the news with Taehyun and Hueningkai.

"Guys, you won't believe this. Just got a raise at work!"

The responses were immediate, a flurry of congratulations and emojis flooding the screen.

"Dude, that's awesome! Drinks on you, then?" Taehyun joked.

Hueningkai added, "Seriously, Yeonjun, that's great news. Looks like everything's coming up roses for you."

Yeonjun couldn't help but agree. With the promise of a second date with Y/N, the support of his friends, and now a raise at work, he felt like he was finally gaining momentum, moving towards the future he'd always dreamed of.

"Thanks, guys. It feels like things are finally starting to change for the better," Yeonjun texted back, a sense of hope and determination settling in his chest.

As the weeks melded into each other, Yeonjun found himself in a whirlwind of positive change. His diligence at work, amplified by the recent raise, had not only made his life a bit more comfortable but also enriched his relationship with Y/N. By the time of their fifth date, they had taken a step that felt both thrilling and natural: they decided to make their relationship official.

This new chapter in his life also meant more frequent gatherings with his close-knit circle of friends. With a bit more financial freedom, Yeonjun found joy in organizing these meetups, which had become a cherished ritual among them. Today, as usual, they chose the park for their rendezvous – a place that held countless memories and promised the creation of many more.

Yeonjun and Y/N approached their friends, the easy closeness between them unmistakable. Yeonjun's arm was casually draped around Y/N, a gesture that spoke volumes about their relationship. Their arrival was met with knowing smiles and excited glances from Soobin, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Hueningkai, who had been rooting for them from the start.

"So, it's official then?" Beomgyu teased, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Took you long enough."

Yeonjun couldn't help but grin, the happiness evident in his voice. "Yeah, it's official. I guess we finally figured it out."

Y/N laughed, squeezing Yeonjun's hand. "It seems we did. And I couldn't be happier."

Taehyun, always the observer, added with a smile, "We all saw it coming. You two are perfect for each other."

Soobin, the group's unspoken leader, nodded in agreement. "We're really happy for you guys. It's great to see two of our own finding something special."

Hueningkai, the youngest but not any less enthusiastic, piped up, "We should celebrate! What about a game? Winners get treated by the new couple!"

Yeonjun laughed, the sound rich with contentment. "I think we can manage that. But don't think we'll make it easy for you."

With teams formed and the game set, they kicked off, running across the grass with the energy and abandon of youth. The game was a mix of genuine skill and comedic errors, with missed goals and accidental stumbles adding to the fun.

Amidst the game, Yeonjun stole glances at Y/N, her laughter mixing with the late afternoon breeze, a sound he found himself wanting to hear for the rest of his days. The sight of her, so full of life and joy, made his heart swell with an emotion so profound it was almost overwhelming.

As the game came to a pause, Yeonjun seized the moment. He walked over to Y/N, his gaze softening as he looked into her eyes, those windows to her soul that he found himself getting lost in more and more each day. Without a word, he leaned in, and in front of their cheering friends, he kissed her—a declaration not just of love, but of commitment and a shared future.

The kiss was met with a mixture of wolf-whistles and applause from their friends, the atmosphere rich with the kind of acceptance and support that only true friendship can provide.

"So, this is what victory looks like," Beomgyu teased, as they broke apart, their faces flushed not just from the game but from the moment they had shared.

Yeonjun, undeterred and smiling broadly, wrapped an arm around Y/N. "In more ways than one," he agreed, his voice filled with a happiness that was palpable.

Later, Y/N and Yeonjun meandered through the bustling streets, their fingers intertwined, basking in the afterglow of an evening spent with friends. Their laughter mingled with the city's nighttime symphony, a testament to the simplicity of their joy. As they walked, the glow of a room filled with bank machines caught their attention, prompting Yeonjun to pause.

"Give me a sec, okay? I just need to grab some cash," Yeonjun said, squeezing Y/N's hand reassuringly before releasing it to step inside.

Y/N watched from outside, her gaze following Yeonjun as he navigated the compact space. After a moment, Yeonjun returned to her, but something in his hand caught her eye—a lottery scratch card, seemingly discarded and forgotten.

"What's that?" Y/N asked, curiosity piqued as she pointed to the piece of paper now cradled in Yeonjun's hand.

"Oh, this? Found it on the floor in there," Yeonjun replied, holding up the lottery ticket for her to see. He turned it over in his hands, contemplative. "Kinda makes you wonder, doesn't it? Why it was left behind."

Y/N frowned slightly, the worry evident in her furrowed brow. "But isn't that... I mean, should you just take it?"

Yeonjun chuckled softly, noting the concern in her voice. "I doubt anyone's coming back for it. And who knows? Could be our lucky day," he said with a wink, trying to ease her worries with his lighthearted tone.

Still, Y/N couldn't shake off a lingering unease. "Just feels a bit odd, picking up something that's not ours."

"Hey," Yeonjun said gently, catching her gaze with a reassuring look. "It's just a scratch card. No harm in keeping it, right? If it's a winner, we'll consider it fate. If not, no loss. But I promise, if it feels wrong, we'll get rid of it."

With a soft sigh, Y/N nodded, trusting Yeonjun's judgment. He smiled and carefully slid the ticket into his jacket pocket, ensuring it was secure. "For safekeeping," he said, his voice filled with an optimism that was infectious.

Reassured, Y/N allowed the moment to pass, her initial hesitation giving way to the comfort of Yeonjun's presence. They resumed their walk, the city lights guiding their way home.

A few days later, Yeonjun's day at the café was a whirlwind of non-stop customers, the constant hum of activity barely giving him a moment's peace. Amidst the chaos, his phone buzzed relentlessly with messages from home, each one hinting at the escalating tension between his parents. He tried to keep his spirits up, focusing on the tasks at hand, but the undercurrent of worry was hard to ignore.

"Yeonjun, can you handle table seven?" Mr. Kim's voice cut through the din of the café, pulling Yeonjun back to the present.

"Yes, Mr. Kim, right away!" Yeonjun replied, pushing his personal concerns to the back of his mind as he attended to the customers with a practiced smile.

As the day wore on, Mr. Kim noticed the strain on his staff, especially Yeonjun, who seemed more distracted than usual. Approaching Yeonjun, he placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You're doing great, Yeonjun. I've seen you juggle four tables at once today. Remarkable!"

"Thank you, sir. It's a bit hectic, but I'm managing," Yeonjun responded, the gratitude evident in his voice despite the exhaustion.

Toward the end of the shift, Mr. Kim gathered his team, praising their hard work and announcing his plans to hire more help to ease their burden. "And for your outstanding effort today, everyone gets a bonus. You've earned it," he declared, handing out envelopes with a generous bonus.

Yeonjun's heart lifted slightly at the gesture, a small balm for the stress of the day. "Thank you, Mr. Kim. This means a lot to all of us."

With the bonus in his pocket and a weary spirit, Yeonjun made his way home, hoping for a quiet evening to unwind. However, the moment he stepped through the front door, the fragile peace he longed for shattered.

His father, visibly more intoxicated than usual, was in the midst of a heated argument with his mother. Without warning, his father threw a punch, sending his mother stumbling back. Yeonjun's heart raced, fury and shock coursing through him.

"Dad! What are you doing?!" Yeonjun yelled, rushing forward to intervene, positioning himself between his parents.

His father, startled and angered by the interruption, turned his wrath towards Yeonjun. "Mind your own business, boy!" he slurred, swinging a fist in Yeonjun's direction.

Yeonjun dodged the first swing but caught the second, the impact sending a jolt of pain through him. "How dare you lay a hand on her!" he shouted back, his voice filled with disbelief and anger.

His mother's cries filled the room as Yeonjun, acting on instinct, grabbed a nearby bottle and swung it at his father, knocking him out cold. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of his mother's sobbing.

"It's okay, Mom. We're leaving this place right now," Yeonjun said decisively, his voice firm yet gentle as he helped his mother to her feet.

Together, they quickly packed some essentials, the adrenaline fueling their actions. Yeonjun knew there was only one place they could go where they would be safe and welcome: Y/N's apartment.

Y/N, caught in the throes of writer's block and half-watching a TV show, jumped at the sudden knock on her door. The door cam revealed Yeonjun and his mother, both looking distressed and bruised. Heart pounding, she rushed to open the door.

"Yeonjun, Mrs. Choi, what happened?" Y/N gasped, her eyes widening in shock at their appearance.

Yeonjun's voice trembled as he recounted the night's events, the words spilling out in a rush. "My dad... he lost control. He attacked Mom, and I had to stop him. We couldn't stay there, not after that."

Y/N immediately sprang into action, her own concerns forgotten as she ushered them inside. "You're safe here, both of you. Don't worry about a thing," she assured them, her voice steady and comforting.

As Yeonjun and his mother settled in, Y/N fetched ice packs and a first aid kit, treating their bruises with careful hands. The living room, usually a place of relaxation and creativity for Y/N, transformed into a makeshift sanctuary for the night.

"Thank you, Y/N. I don't know what we would have done without you," Yeonjun said, his eyes meeting hers, gratitude mingling with a myriad of other emotions.

Y/N smiled softly, her heart going out to them. "You're family, Yeonjun. We stick together, no matter what."

The night deepened, wrapping the apartment in a serene silence, broken only by the low murmur of Yeonjun and Y/N's voices as they navigated through their thoughts and worries. Yeonjun's mother, seeking refuge in the quiet sanctuary of the spare room, left the two in a cocoon of shared concern, the soft glow of the streetlights outside casting gentle shadows around them.

Yeonjun, perched uneasily on the edge of the couch, his gaze lost in the tumultuous sea of his thoughts, was barely aware of his phone buzzing incessantly on the coffee table. It was a constant reminder of the reality waiting outside Y/N's comforting walls.

"I can't stop thinking about what's next," Yeonjun confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to shatter the delicate peace surrounding them. "I mean, we can't stay here forever, can we?"

Y/N, who had been sitting quietly beside him, took his hand in hers, her touch warm and reassuring. "We'll figure it out, Yeonjun. You're not alone in this," she said softly, her words a balm to his frayed nerves.

He shook his head, a rueful smile playing on his lips. "I just hate putting you in this position, Y/N. It's not fair to you."

"Life's not about fairness, Yeonjun. It's about being there for the people we care about," Y/N countered gently, her gaze locked with his, a spark of resolve lighting her eyes. "And you'd do the same for me, wouldn't you?"

"Without hesitation," he replied, the sincerity in his voice unmistakable.

Their conversation drifted, from practical plans for the coming days to the shared memories that had woven the fabric of their relationship. Each word, each shared laugh, seemed to lighten the load on Yeonjun's shoulders, if only for the moment.

As the night wore on, their talk ebbed, leaving a comfortable silence in its wake. Y/N glanced at Yeonjun, noticing the weariness etched into his features, the emotional toll of the day making itself known.

"Try to get some rest, Yeonjun. We've got a lot to think about tomorrow," she suggested, her voice laced with concern.

Yeonjun nodded, the reality of their situation settling back in. As Y/N stood to retreat to her room, Yeonjun's hand found hers, pulling her gently towards him. The sudden closeness surprised them both, a spark of something more igniting in the space between them.

In a moment of impulse, driven by the day's turmoil and the comfort found in each other's presence, Yeonjun leaned in, capturing Y/N's lips with his own. The kiss, deep and filled with the promise of support and shared burdens, lasted longer than either had anticipated. Y/N, responding with equal fervor, found herself drawn closer, her hands resting against his chest as Yeonjun's arms encircled her waist, pulling her onto his lap.

They broke apart, breathless, the intensity of the moment leaving them both stunned. "I—We shouldn't have—" Yeonjun started, the apology caught in his throat as he saw the understanding in Y/N's eyes.

"It's okay," Y/N whispered, her forehead resting against his. "We needed that. To feel something good amidst all this chaos."

Yeonjun nodded, the turmoil within him quieting for the moment. "Thank you, Y/N. For everything."

With one last, soft kiss, Y/N stood, her hand lingering in Yeonjun's for a moment longer before she reluctantly pulled away. "Goodnight, Yeonjun. We'll get through this. Together."

As Yeonjun settled into the embrace of the couch, the soft fabric cradling his weary body, the events of the previous night began to replay in his mind. The warmth of Y/N's lips still lingered on his, a sweet echo of comfort amidst the chaos that had unfolded. But as the adrenaline from the day's earlier turmoil subsided, exhaustion crept over him like a heavy blanket, pulling him into a deep, much-needed slumber.

The morning light, filtering through the curtains, eventually coaxed Yeonjun awake. He blinked against the brightness, the reality of their situation slowly coming back into focus. His body felt heavy, a testament to the physical and emotional drain of the past twenty-four hours. But it was his day off, a small mercy in the midst of their upheaval.

Stretching his limbs, Yeonjun rose from the couch, the sounds of laughter and the aroma of breakfast guiding him towards the kitchen. The sight that greeted him was a balm to his soul. His mother, perched on a stool by the kitchen counter, was sharing a light moment with Y/N, who stood at the stove, flipping pancakes with practiced ease. Despite the dark bruise marking his mother's face—a stark reminder of the reason behind their impromptu stay—there was a semblance of normalcy in this simple morning scene.

Yeonjun paused at the threshold, absorbing the warmth of the moment. It was these small, peaceful interludes that reminded him life could still offer pockets of joy, even in its darkest times.

With a soft smile, he approached, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss atop his mother's head. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with an unspoken affection and love that only a mother could convey. Yeonjun felt a lump form in his throat at the sight of her, so strong yet so vulnerable.

Turning to Y/N, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. The gesture was one of gratitude, of finding solace in her presence.

"Good morning," he murmured, his voice still rough from sleep.

Y/N tilted her head, offering him a smile. "Morning. Slept well?"

"Better than I have in a long time, thanks to you," Yeonjun replied, his gaze meeting hers in the reflection of the window.

His mother watched them, a content smile playing on her lips. She had witnessed the evolution of Yeonjun and Y/N's relationship from the sidelines, always hoping her son would find someone who could offer him the love and stability he deserved. Seeing them together, so caring and supportive, she felt a wave of relief. Her son had escaped the cycle of anger and violence that had marred her own life. Yeonjun was nothing like his father, and for that, she was eternally grateful.

"Yeonjun has always been a good boy," his mother began, her voice laced with pride. "Even as a child, he was always so caring, so sensitive to those around him."

Yeonjun blushed at her words, a mix of embarrassment and affection warming his cheeks.

Y/N chuckled, flipping another pancake onto the growing stack. "I can see that. He's been nothing but amazing since the day we met."

The conversation flowed easily as they shared breakfast, a makeshift family navigating the uncertain waters of their current reality. They spoke of mundane things, of memories and dreams, carefully steering around the jagged edges of the recent past. Yet, the elephant in the room loomed large, an unspoken question hanging in the air—what were they going to do now?

After breakfast, Yeonjun helped Y/N clear the table, their hands brushing occasionally, a silent communication between them. His mother excused herself, retreating to the spare room to rest, leaving them alone.

Yeonjun turned to Y/N, the weight of gratitude heavy on his heart. "I can't thank you enough for this, Y/N. For taking us in, no questions asked."

Y/N leaned against the counter, her eyes meeting his. "You don't have to thank me, Yeonjun. This is what people do for the ones they care about. We'll get through this together."

"But still, I feel like I'm imposing on you, on your life," Yeonjun admitted, his gaze dropping.

Y/N reached out, tilting his chin up to look at her. "Listen to me, Yeonjun. You and your mom are safe here. That's all that matters right now. We'll figure out the rest as we go."

Yeonjun nodded, the knot in his chest loosening slightly at her words. "I just hope we can find a solution soon. I can't let my mom go back to that house, and I can't keep burdening you with our problems."

"We're in this together, remember?" Y/N reiterated, her voice firm yet gentle. "Let's sit down later today, all three of us, and talk about our options. There has to be a way forward."

The decision to leave Yeonjun's father's house wasn't made lightly, but the resolve in Yeonjun's heart, bolstered by the support of Y/N and his friends, made the daunting task ahead seem manageable. They spent the morning at Y/N's apartment, mapping out a plan, each person's role clear and decided upon with a quiet determination.

Yeonjun's mother, though still shaken, agreed it was best to move forward, to leave behind the shadows of the past for a chance at a safer, happier future. "We can't stay in fear, not when we have so much support," she said, her voice stronger than it had been in years, bolstered by the kindness shown by Y/N and her son's friends.

With a plan in place, Yeonjun and his friends, a united front of solidarity, made their way back to his father's house. Y/N stayed behind, offering to keep his mother company, ensuring she felt safe and cared for while they retrieved their belongings.

As they entered the house, Yeonjun steeled himself for the confrontation with his father. The man sat in the living room, confusion etched on his face as he saw the group enter. "Where's your mother?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of concern and anger.

Yeonjun faced his father squarely, the support of his friends a steady presence at his back. "She's safe, away from here. Away from you," Yeonjun said, his voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside him. "What happened last night was unforgivable. You were out of control, and we can't let it happen again. We're here to take our things and leave for good."

His father's confusion gave way to anger, a threat forming on his lips. "You think you can just leave? I'll call the authorities, tell them you're stealing from me."

Yeonjun, anticipating this response, remained calm. "I've already spoken to them, told them everything. About how you've treated Mom and me. The bruises, the house full of beer bottles—they're all the evidence we need."

The silence that followed was heavy, charged with the reality of the situation. Yeonjun's friends began to move through the house, efficiently packing belongings, the atmosphere one of purposeful action.

As they continued their work, Yeonjun's father remained silent, the weight of his son's words and the solidarity of his friends rendering him speechless. The house, once a place of tension and fear, was slowly emptied of its contents—and its power over Yeonjun and his mother.

With the car packed and ready to go, Yeonjun took one last look at the place he had once called home. The decision to leave, to sever ties with his father, was a monumental step, but with the support of Y/N and his friends, it felt like the first step toward a brighter future.

"Thank you, guys," Yeonjun said as they drove away, the house disappearing from view. "I couldn't have done this without you."

In the weeks following their departure from his father's house, Yeonjun threw himself into his work with a fervor that was hard to miss. The café buzzed around him, a constant hum of activity and chatter, but his focus never wavered. It was his sanctuary, a place where he could momentarily forget the turmoil that waited just beyond its doors.

Mr. Kim, the café owner, had always had a keen eye for his employees' well-being, and Yeonjun's recent demeanor caught his attention. One afternoon, as the rush began to ebb, Mr. Kim approached Yeonjun, a look of genuine concern on his face.

"Yeonjun, can we talk for a minute?" Mr. Kim asked, gesturing towards the back of the café.

Yeonjun nodded, wiping his hands on his apron before following his boss. "Is everything okay, Mr. Kim?"

Once they were away from the hustle of the café floor, Mr. Kim turned to Yeonjun, his expression softening. "I've noticed you've been working exceptionally hard lately. More so than usual. I just wanted to check in, see how you're doing."

Yeonjun hesitated for a moment, not used to opening up about his personal life, but something about Mr. Kim's sincere concern broke through his reservations. "It's been tough," he admitted. "My mom and I... we recently left a pretty toxic situation at home. We're trying to get back on our feet again."

Mr. Kim listened intently, nodding in understanding. "I'm sorry to hear that, Yeonjun. You've always been a dedicated worker, and I've never had to question your commitment here. It's clear to me you're a good person, caught in a difficult situation."

Yeonjun felt a weight lift off his shoulders, grateful for the opportunity to share his burden. "Thank you, Mr. Kim. It means a lot to me, having your support."

Mr. Kim placed a reassuring hand on Yeonjun's shoulder. "You're part of our café family, Yeonjun. And family looks out for each other. I've been thinking, and I believe you could use some time off. A break to sort things out, without having to worry about work."

Yeonjun's eyes widened in surprise. "I couldn't possibly ask for time off right now, not with everything going on."

"It's not a request, Yeonjun," Mr. Kim said firmly, but with a smile. "Consider it a paid holiday. You haven't taken any time off since you started here, and it's well deserved. I've already hired additional staff to cover your shifts. When you're ready to come back, we'll be here."

The offer was overwhelming, and for a moment, Yeonjun was at a loss for words. "I... Thank you, Mr. Kim. This... This is incredibly generous of you. I don't know how to thank you enough."

"There's no need for thanks. Just take care of yourself and your mom. That's all I ask," Mr. Kim replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The sense of freedom that washed over Yeonjun on his first official day of holiday was almost palpable. After weeks of non-stop stress and anxiety, the mere thought of having two whole weeks to unwind, sleep, and spend cherished time with his mother, Y/N, and his friends felt like a luxury he had almost forgotten existed. Mr. Kim's generous gesture of granting him this time off was more than just a break; it was an opportunity for Yeonjun to start healing and rebuilding the pieces of his life that had been scattered in the chaos of recent events.

On the first day of his much-needed holiday, Yeonjun allowed himself the rare indulgence of sleeping in. The tension that had become a constant companion seemed to ebb away in his sleep, replaced by dreams filled with hope and aspirations. He dreamt of a life where his dance studio was a hub of creativity and joy, a place where he could share his passion with others. Beside him in these dreams was Y/N, her own career as an author flourishing, their lives intertwined in a beautiful symphony of success and happiness.

The transition from dreams to reality was gentle, the lines blurred by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains of Y/N's apartment. Yeonjun's first conscious thought was a serene acknowledgment of the peace he felt, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had defined his waking hours for so long.

As he stirred, the sight that greeted him was Y/N, her face hovering close to his, her eyes soft with a fondness that made his heart swell. It seemed she had been about to wake him, the realization that it was nearing noon written in her gentle smile.

"Good morning, or should I say good afternoon?" Y/N teased, her voice a soothing melody that pulled him further from the remnants of sleep.

Yeonjun blinked, the last vestiges of his dream clinging to his consciousness. "Is it really that late?" he murmured, stretching languidly, the comfort of the couch beneath him a reminder of the simple joys he had started to rediscover.

Y/N nodded, her smile widening. "Yes, it is. I thought I'd let you sleep in. You looked like you needed it. How do you feel?"

"Better than I have in months," Yeonjun admitted, sitting up to face her more directly. "I had the most amazing dream. We were... happy, successful. It felt so real."

Y/N's expression softened, a hint of wistfulness in her gaze. "That sounds wonderful. And who knows? Maybe it's a glimpse of what's to come for us."

The idea, spoken aloud, filled the room with a tangible sense of hope. Yeonjun reached for her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers, a silent vow of shared dreams and futures.

"What do you want to do today?" Y/N asked, bringing him back to the present. "It's your first day off, and the world is our oyster."

Yeonjun thought for a moment, the possibilities stretching out before him like an uncharted map. "Let's do something normal," he finally said, craving the mundane pleasures they had been denied for so long. "Maybe go for a walk, grab some lunch at that new café you mentioned? Just... be together, without any worries for a few hours."

Y/N's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "I'd love that. A day just for us, away from everything else. It sounds perfect."

They spent a few more moments in comfortable silence, basking in the tranquility of the morning and the promise of a day spent in each other's company. After a quiet moment of contemplation, Yeonjun finally peeled himself away from the comforting embrace of the couch, the events of the last few days still weighing heavily on his mind. He made his way to the bathroom, letting the warm water of the shower wash over him, hoping it would also rinse away some of his worries. Dressed and somewhat refreshed, he emerged, finding Y/N busy in the kitchen, their presence a constant source of comfort in these tumultuous times.

Yeonjun approached his mother, who was seated at the small dining table, sipping her morning tea.

"Mom, Y/N and I are stepping out for a bit," Yeonjun began, his voice laced with a concern he couldn't mask. "Please, don't open the door for anyone. I'm... I'm just worried, you know, about Dad finding us here."

His mother looked up at him, her eyes meeting his with a strength that belied her gentle appearance. "Yeonjun, my dear, I understand. I'll be careful, I promise. You two go and enjoy your day. You need this break more than you realize."

Yeonjun nodded, though the tightness in his chest didn't ease. He turned to Y/N, who had been listening, a supportive smile on their face. "Ready to go?" he asked, attempting to inject a note of lightness into his voice.

"Always," Y/N replied, grabbing their jacket. "Let's make today about us. No worries, no fears. Just... us."

As they left the apartment, Yeonjun couldn't help but glance back, the fear of leaving his mother potentially vulnerable gnawing at him. Yet, the day was beautiful, the sky a clear blue, and Y/N's hand in his was reassuring.

Their day unfolded gently, a peaceful date that was a stark contrast to the chaos of their recent lives. They visited a small, secluded park, where they could talk freely, away from the prying eyes of the city.

"Yeonjun, look at me," Y/N said, stopping him in his tracks. Their eyes locked, and in Y/N's gaze, Yeonjun found an ocean of support. "Your mom is strong, and we've taken every precaution. We're safe, she's safe. Today, let's just be here, in this moment, together."

Yeonjun's heart ached with gratitude. "I know, I just... it's hard not to worry."

"I get it," Y/N said, squeezing his hand. "But worrying won't change anything. We're doing everything we can, and we're together. That's what matters."

They spent the afternoon wandering through the park, talking about everything and nothing. Plans for the future, dreams that felt both within reach and miles away, shared in whispers and laughter.

As the day turned into early evening, they found a cozy café, a new spot they'd never tried before. Sitting across from each other, Yeonjun felt a semblance of normalcy, a precious gift amidst the turmoil.

"Yeonjun, promise me something?" Y/N asked, their eyes serious but gentle.

"Anything," he replied, captivated by the depth of emotion in their gaze.

"Promise me we'll keep finding moments like this, no matter what life throws at us."

Yeonjun reached across the table, taking Y/N's hands in his. "I promise. With you, I feel like I can face anything."

They returned home to find Yeonjun's mother had taken it upon herself to clean the kitchen, a gesture of gratitude towards Y/N for their hospitality. The evening passed in a comfortable domesticity, a sharp contrast to the fear and uncertainty that had marked their recent days.

As night fell and Yeonjun's mother retired to her room, Yeonjun made a decision. Instead of his usual spot on the couch, he moved towards Y/N's bedroom. Slipping into the bed beside them, he wrapped his arms around Y/N from behind, a silent thank you for their unwavering support.

Y/N jolted slightly, surprised but quickly relaxing into the embrace. "Yeonjun?" they murmured, turning to face him in the dim light.

"I didn't want to be alone tonight," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I hope that's okay."

Y/N smiled, the warmth in their eyes outshining the moonlight filtering through the curtains. "It's more than okay. You're not alone, Yeonjun. You'll never be."

As the night deepened around them, Yeonjun found a solace in Y/N's embrace that he hadn't felt in ages. The chaos that had been shadowing his every step seemed to dissolve, if only for the moment, under the soft glow of the moonlight that spilled through the window.

Yeonjun, caught in the moment, bridged the gap between them with a kiss that felt like the first of many promises. Y/N, equally caught in the whirlwind of emotions, responded with equal fervor, drawing him closer, as if trying to merge their very souls.

Their kiss was a dance of longing and comfort, a gentle exploration that spoke volumes. Y/N's sigh, a sound of contentment and desire, fueled Yeonjun's actions, his heart racing with a mix of adrenalin and something much deeper.

Feeling the shift in their dynamics, Yeonjun's movements became more deliberate, his body pressing down against hers in a silent plea for closeness. His hands, once hesitant, now moved with purpose, tracing the lines of her body with a reverence that made Y/N's heart flutter.

"Yeonjun," she breathed out, her voice laced with a passion that matched the intensity in his gaze. Her hands, tangled in his hair, pulled him closer, deepening their connection.

As Yeonjun's lips wandered down her neck, a shiver of anticipation ran through them both. Each touch, each movement, was a discovery, a journey they were embarking on together. The world outside their bubble ceased to exist, leaving only the warmth they found in each other.

Yeonjun paused, his breath hot against her skin, his heart pounding against his ribcage. He looked into Y/N's eyes, seeking permission, a silent question hanging between them.

Y/N nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with trust and an emotion so deep it made Yeonjun's heart swell. "I love you, Yeonjun," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves.

"I love you too, Y/N," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "More than anything."

Their night together was a journey of discovery, not just of each other's bodies but of the depths of their feelings. It was a testament to their resilience, a promise made in the quiet of the night that they would face whatever lay ahead, together.

As dawn's first light crept through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room, Yeonjun and Y/N lay intertwined, a tangle of limbs and sheets.

The first light of dawn was gently unfurling across the sky, casting a soft, ethereal glow through the curtains and into the room where Yeonjun and Y/N were entwined in a quiet embrace. The tranquility of the moment was a sharp contrast to the turmoil that had raged in their lives. Yeonjun, feeling the comforting warmth of Y/N beside him, wished nothing more than to linger in this peaceful state, to forget the world outside and its relentless challenges. But the persistent ringing of his phone cut through the silence, a stark reminder that reality waits for no one.

With a reluctant sigh, Yeonjun carefully extricated himself from Y/N's embrace, his movements gentle to not disturb her rest. He reached for the phone, the screen lighting up with Hueningkai's name. The tension in his friend's voice was immediate, setting a knot of apprehension in Yeonjun's stomach.

"Yeonjun, have you seen the news?" Hueningkai's words tumbled out, rushed and heavy with implications. "It's your dad. He's been involved in a violent robbery and attempted murder. It's all over the media."

The room seemed to spin for a moment, the weight of Hueningkai's revelation pressing down on Yeonjun. The man who had been a source of fear and pain for so long had finally crossed a line that put him behind bars. A mix of relief and disbelief surged through Yeonjun, a tumultuous sea of emotions that he struggled to navigate.

Before he could respond, Y/N's voice, soft and tinged with sleep, filled the space between them. "What's going on?" Her eyes, clouded with concern, searched Yeonjun's face for answers.

"It's my dad," Yeonjun began, the words feeling strange and heavy on his tongue. "He's been arrested. He won't be hurting us anymore."

The news seemed to hang in the air between them, a shared weight that was both a relief and a reminder of the scars they carried. Before they could further digest this turn of events, Hueningkai's voice, now laced with a teasing tone, broke through the tension.

"I can tell you guys had a... cozy night," he remarked, a chuckle evident in his voice.

Yeonjun couldn't help but smile, despite the circumstances, warmed by the normalcy of his friend's teasing. It was a reminder of the life beyond the shadows, of moments filled with laughter and lightness.

"Yeah, well, we needed some peace," Yeonjun replied, his tone light, trying to steer the conversation away from the edge of the precipice they were teetering on.

From the other end of the call, the sounds of laughter and muffled comments filled the room. "Sounds like Yeonjun had a good night, now he's got a good morning too," Beomgyu's voice echoed through the phone, prompting a round of laughter from the others.

Taehyun's voice soon followed, clear and cheerful. "We'll come over to Y/N's place and show you the news properly. It sounds like you guys could use some company."

The offer, simple and filled with the warmth of friendship, was a balm to Yeonjun's frayed nerves. It was a reminder that, despite everything, they were not alone. They had a circle of friends who were ready to stand by them, to share in their burdens and their joys.

As Y/N nodded in agreement, a smile touching her lips despite the seriousness of their morning, Yeonjun felt a profound sense of gratitude. Here, in this room, with the dawn breaking and a new chapter of their lives unfolding, he knew they had the strength to face whatever came their way. Together, they would navigate the complexities of healing and moving forward, buoyed by the love and support of those who mattered most.

"Okay," Yeonjun finally said, a decisive note in his voice. "Come over and we can tell my mother too."

As the laughter and light-hearted banter from the call with Hueningkai and the others faded, Yeonjun turned to Y/N, his eyes gleaming with a mix of relief and unspoken love. Without a word, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that felt like the beginning of a new chapter. The kiss, imbued with happiness and a sense of freedom, spoke volumes of the relief they both felt knowing his father could no longer harm them.

Y/N, caught in the whirlwind of emotions, giggled softly, returning his kiss with equal fervor. "Does this feel like a dream?" she whispered, her voice muffled against his lips.

"It's our reality now," Yeonjun replied, his voice thick with emotion. "Me, my mother. We're both safe, finally."

As they pulled apart, the joy in their eyes was palpable, a stark contrast to the fear and uncertainty that had clouded their lives for so long.

Later that day, the living room of Y/N's house transformed into a hub of activity as Soobin, Hueningkai, Taehyun, and Beomgyu joined Yeonjun, Y/N, and Yeonjun's mother to watch the news. The atmosphere was charged with a collective sense of relief and camaraderie as they watched report after report about Yeonjun's father's arrest.

"Looks like the world's finally righting itself," Soobin remarked, breaking the silence that had fallen over the room as they absorbed the news.

"Yeah," Yeonjun agreed, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's been a long time coming."

As the evening wore on, the conversation ebbed and flowed, touching on memories, plans for the future, and the undeniable change in the air. It was then that Y/N, her eyes alight with recollection, turned to Yeonjun with an excited gasp.

"Yeonjun, the scratch card! Did you ever check it?" she exclaimed, the memory of their earlier adventure sparking curiosity among the group.

Yeonjun blinked, the scratch card momentarily forgotten amidst the whirlwind of emotions and events. "Oh, right! I completely forgot about that," he admitted, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

The boys exchanged bewildered glances, their curiosity piqued. Soobin, ever the voice of reason, raised an eyebrow. "You picked up a scratch card and haven't checked it yet?" he asked, incredulous.

Yeonjun shrugged, a playful spark in his eyes as he stood up to retrieve the card from his leather jacket. "Guess it slipped my mind," he said, returning to the group with the card in hand.

His mother, looking on with a mixture of amusement and anticipation, couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, let's see if luck's on your side tonight, Yeonjun," she encouraged, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

Beomgyu, never one to miss an opportunity for drama, eagerly pushed a coin into Yeonjun's hand. "Come on, let's find out if you're a millionaire now," he teased, the rest of the group leaning in closer, their collective breath held in suspense.

Yeonjun took a deep breath, the coin poised at the edge of the card. "Well, here goes nothing," he declared, his voice steady but his heart racing with the thrill of the unknown. The room fell silent, the only sound the scratch of the coin against the card as Yeonjun revealed the symbols hidden beneath the silvery coating.

As the last of the coating fell away, Yeonjun paused, his eyes scanning the card before lifting to meet the eager gazes of his friends and family. A slow grin began to form on his lips, the anticipation in the room reaching a fever pitch.

"Well?" Taehyun prompted, unable to contain his curiosity any longer.

Yeonjun looked around at the faces surrounding him, a mix of hope and excitement mirrored in their eyes. He took a moment, savoring the suspense, before finally breaking the silence.

"Looks like luck's on our side after all," he announced, his voice tinged with disbelief and elation.

The silence that followed was filled with shock, before it was shattered by a collective gasp. "Yeonjun, that's...that's incredible!" Y/N exclaimed, her voice a mixture of joy and astonishment.

His mother, tears brimming in her eyes, wrapped her arms around him. "My son, this is a blessing. A a second chance."

"Yeah, man, think of what you can do with that!" one of his friends, Soobin, chimed in, clapping him on the back enthusiastically.

As the reality of the situation began to sink in, Yeonjun felt a weight lift from his shoulders, a weight he hadn't fully realized he'd been carrying. With the news of his father's abusive past still fresh and casting a long shadow over their lives, this win felt like a beam of sunlight piercing through the darkness.

In the weeks that followed, Yeonjun took decisive steps to ensure this windfall would be the foundation of a new life for him and his loved ones. First, he purchased a spacious apartment, ensuring it had enough rooms to accommodate his mother, Y/N, and any future expansions to their family. The joy on their faces as they explored their new home was a memory Yeonjun would cherish forever.

"Look at this place," Y/N marveled, wandering from room to room. "It's perfect."

"And it's ours," Yeonjun replied, a warm smile spreading across his face. "All thanks to a little piece of card."

Deciding to be prudent with the remainder of the money, Yeonjun invested wisely, aiming to grow their nest egg further. Yet, he chose to continue working at the cafe for a while longer. The job had given him a sense of purpose and stability during uncertain times, and he wasn't quite ready to let that go.

When the time came to finally hand in his notice, Mr. Kim, the cafe owner, offered him a heartfelt farewell. "You've been more than an employee, Yeonjun. You've been part of the family. I'm sad to see you go but excited for your future."

With the cafe chapter of his life coming to a close, Yeonjun turned his attention to his dream: opening a dance studio. The process was fraught with challenges, but his determination, coupled with the support from Y/N and his mother, saw him through. Before long, the studio opened its doors to kids and teens from all walks of life, offering them a space to express themselves through dance.

"It's not just about dance," Yeonjun would say, watching his students move to the music with a sense of freedom and joy. "It's about giving them a place to belong, to grow."

Meanwhile, Y/N's book was finally published. The novel quickly became a hit, resonating with readers for its authenticity and emotional depth. Soon, there were talks of adapting it into a movie or TV series, a testament to its impact.

One evening, as they sat in their new living room, surrounded by boxes yet to be unpacked, Yeonjun looked around at the faces of his family and friends. A sense of peace settled over him, a stark contrast to the turbulent years of his youth.

"We've come a long way, haven't we?" he mused, taking Y/N's hand in his.

"We have," she agreed, squeezing his hand. "And there's still so much ahead of us."

Yeonjun's mother, watching them with a soft smile, added, "This is just the beginning, my dear. The start of something beautiful."

And in that moment, Yeonjun realized that the true value of his win wasn't in the money itself but in the opportunities it had opened up for him and the people he loved. Yeonjun transformed, leaving behind his rebel past and the shadows of bullying and abuse behind. His windfall fostered new beginnings: a secure home, a thriving dance studio, and Y/N's literary success. Together, they built a future filled with hope, moving beyond the scars of yesterday towards a brighter tomorrow.

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