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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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non-idol!choi yeonjun x reader

// drunk!reader tries to chase away the man following them, not realizing it’s their boyfriend.

tags: drunk reader, mentions of a man following reader (it’s yeonjun LOL), gender neutral reader

note: had lots of fun writing this <3

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“i said, get off of me, you weirdo!” you pushed the man who was following you off, attempting to walk faster, even though you could barely balance standing still. “i have a boyfriend! stop following me!”

“[name]-aaa,” he called out to you. “i already told you. i am your boyfriend.” yeonjun jogged up with you, placing an arm around your waist, steadying you from falling onto the pavement. “no you’re not. stop kidding yourself, you could never pull someone like me.” you push him once more, only to no avail as he wraps both his arms around you, hugging you. he laughs at your words, swaying with you as you struggle to keep your balance. you place your hands on his chest, pushing him away. “my boyfriend is cuter than you, more handsome than you, hotter than you, better than you, and he smells like caramel. when he sees the way you’re treating me, he’s gonna beat you up.”

“ah, really?” he backs off, “he seems like a really amazing and sexy guy, i better stay away.” he (half) jokingly states, a smirk on his face. “yeah! he is amazing and sexy! you couldn’t even dream of comparing to him, so step off, creep.”

he gives you an amused look before once again stepping closer, gently grabbing your chin and forcing you to make eye contact. “[name], i am your boyfriend.” he articulates each syllable in an attempt to get through to you. you stare at him for several seconds, then blink. “junnie!!! where have you been!? there was some weirdo following me,” you clumsily embrace him in a hug, not noticing the way his chest shakes, trying to contain his laughter. “i scared him off though, when i told him that you would beat him up.” you smushed your face into his chest, giggling as you hugged him tighter. “woaaahh,” he remarks. “you did well, [name].” he lets go of you, placing an arm around your shoulders as you both walked back towards his car. “thank youuu,” you draw out, “i also told him how sexy you were, and he was sooo intimidated.. and i don’t even feel bad.” you giggled. he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his mouth, slightly bending down to kiss the temple of your head.

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shuichi-sama · 10 months

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12:00AM

bad boy! yeonjun! x innocent! good girl reader!

warning: suggestive content! sexually wording! DNI if you are uncomfortable reading 🔞 or a minor!

You held him close, breathing into the crook of his neck, hips rocking back and forth, trying to find a steady rhythm despite your nervousness.

“Good, baby.” He moaned into your hair, kissing the top of your head lovingly, trying to muffle the moans that tried to escape him.

“You’re doing so good for me, mm.” He groans, placing his hands on your waist in support to keep his self-control.

“Jun.” Haggard breaths escape as you speed up the movement slightly, pulling away from his shoulders to look at him. He caresses the strands out of your face behind your ear, his hands finding purchase near your cheeks as your breathing fans his face.

“Yes, baby girl?” He questions, placing a kiss on your already swollen lips from your previous make-out session before things escalated to you being perched on his lap, riding him fully clothed to get some sort of friction, to feel sexually satisfied.

“I love you.” You whispered into his lips. Yeonjun lips trails down your neck, arching back to allow him to nibble and pull at your exposed collar and farther to your pink and black lace bra.

“I love you too, baby.” He said, his lips going back to yours and placing a chaste kiss before deepening it, hands squeeze your butt and guiding your hips harshly against him. The moans leaving your lips allow his tongue to venture in, tongues moving together, saliva dripping at the mouth.

He places his hand on your throat, his grip tightening, teeth pulling at your bottom lip with a bite. A string of saliva connects you before his free hand tangles into your already messy hair to tug your head back abruptly. His eyes that were ones glazed over with affection, change now blinded with lust. Yeonjun finally loses his sense of control and reveals his new resolve; it was coming out into the open between you and him in this already amorous room. You anticipated his next actions at his words.

“Now let me put a baby in you, princess.”

a/n: i’m a sucker for bad boy x good girl tropes! but this is my first time writing something suggestive so please forgive me if it’s not great! let me know your thoughts!

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gyuarchives · 11 months

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

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

word count: 2k words.

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

warnings: constant mentions of smoking, arguing, fighting.

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

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

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

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

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

Yeonjun looked at you with mouth agape and eyes widening.

“Since... when do you smoke babe...?”

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

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

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

He grew silent.

“...I don’t. I have never hated you?”

Your giggle turned into a full on laughter.

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

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

“I’m serious, yn.”

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

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

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

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

“Fuck was that Yeonjun.”

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

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

“Whatever, Choi Yeonjun.”

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

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

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

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

“Then you got caught by the class rep?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

is this perhaps the better approach at a better timing?

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

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

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

“No, it smells like cigarettes now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m just joking, jjunie."

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

You decided to respond after sighing.

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry… I really am.”

“It’s okay. Me too.”

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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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beomgyuslilracha · 1 month

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you don't go to parties ☆.* 7

⊹ pairing: choi yeonjun × f! reader

⊹ genre: exes to ... complicated

⊹ warnings: just my usual awful writing + procrastination, and mention of heavy drinking involved

⊹ wc: 4.1k

summary: back in your college days, you were living at the prime of your life alongside your boyfriend, yeonjun. you couldn't remember most of it, though, considering it was a blur consisting of mostly parties and many drunken nights. eventually, you reached your limit, and you and yeonjun no longer saw eye-to-eye. after many fights and endless tears, you disappeared for good and left that life and your boyfriend behind. but, five years later, yeonjun was still waiting for you at every party.

the light emanating from the phone was unmistakable, even from just the mere corner of his eye. the second the screen lit up, yeonjun could be caught lunging for the device within a matter of seconds. his heart was practically pounding against his ribcage as his eyes quickly scanned over the notification.

just as quickly as the device lit up, the lock screen faded to black – allowing yeonjun to meet the eyes of his disappointed reflection yet again.

ever since that day at music bank, he foolishly allowed himself to hope and eagerly await for the moment your name would finally flash across his screen. regardless of whether he was at home, in the studio, or even out on one of his schedules, he always ensured to keep at least one eye on his phone for the moment you would contact him.

any time his phone did shine to life or produce some sort of noise, yeonjun would stop everything he was doing to reach for the device and see if it was you.

it never was.

in fact, for the past four days, your name still had yet to appear.

thus, yeonjun found himself succumbing to old habits - nursing bottle after bottle to intoxicate his mind and distract himself from obsessing over you.

of course, it wasn't like he was completely without reason. he was more than capable of conjuring up a multitude of possible explanations as to why you might not have had the chance to reach out to him yet.

the unfortunate part was that, with every reason he thought of, his drunken mind would only get angry with a rebuttal of its own.

at first, he was more than certain that your job had to be keeping you busy at all times. seeing as he had first-hand experience with the daily schedule of an idol himself, yeonjun could reasonably assume that you would have your hands quite full with both of those annoying dogs, er.. friends of yours.

and then he would drink far too much, strewing himself lazily over his kitchen counter, while he stared blankly at the dark screen of his phone.

how busy could you possibly be ?!

schedules don't last 24 hours, you have had more than enough opportunities to send one text .. just one .. that's it..

"this is getting pathetic," taehyun mumbled under his breath, shaking his head one morning as he found yeonjun passed out on the couch with empty soju bottles scattered all over the ground.

after eventually having a full bottle of water dumped all over his face, yeonjun quickly sat up coughing and sputtering - looking around the room and taking a minute far too long to remember where he even was.

once he processed reality long enough to finally acknowledge taehyun's presence beside him, his brows furrowed together with the utmost irritation. "what the hell was that for?!"

"that? what the hell is all this for?!" taehyun retorted, unable to help himself from uncharacteristically raising his own voice. "when i told you that you needed to distract yourself, this isn't what i meant!"

following taehyun's gesture, yeonjun's eyes scanned over the ground to see the discarded empty bottles decorating the floor. truth be told, he really had no memory of drinking any of it last night.

before he could open his mouth to formulate any sort of sentence, taehyun beat him to it. "this isn't healthy. your obsession over this is ... it's not good for you, man."

"you were the one who-"

"no." taehyun was quick to stop him. "i told you that you needed to properly apologize to her, which, by the way, you still haven't done. obsessing over your phone and waiting for her to reach out to you? that's the complete opposite and, quite honestly, insane."

although he did understand taehyun's words, yeonjun's instant focus was on the mere mention of his phone. his hands mindlessly began patting the pockets of his sweatpants before feeling all around him for the device. the longer it took for him to find it, the more panicked he began to feel.

what if this was the one morning you finally messaged him? and he was missing it because he couldn't find his phone?!

"this is exactly what i'm talking about," taehyun groaned, reaching into his own pocket and pulling out yeonjun's phone so as not to drive the idiot any further off the edge than he already was.

seeing him attempting to lunge for the device, taehyun was quick to sidestep and avoid yeonjun's grubby hands before shoving the phone back into his pocket.

"what the fuck, tyun, just give me the phone!"

the pair of them went back and forth for far too long, even going as far as wrestling each other, before taehyun managed to pin yeonjun helplessly to the ground.

of course, yeonjun largely blamed his current hangover for his loss, but taehyun wasn't so sure.

after taking a minute to catch his breath, yeonjun stared blankly up at the ceiling as sobriety finally began to clear the insanity from his mind. "fine.. you're right."

"thanks, i usually am," taehyun managed to joke, standing up before lending yeonjun a hand as well.

running his hands through his hair, though doing nothing to actually tidy up the mess on his head, yeonjun then sighed in exasperation. "what am i supposed to do then? at least when i'm drunk, i can't remember anything."

"we have an award show next month already, have you practiced for it at all?"

the deafening silence was enough to answer his question.

with a much healthier distraction in mind, taehyun managed to lead yeonjun out of the house and toward the company in order to focus on an activity that did not primarily involve staring into a blank phone screen.

truth be told, yeonjun had to agree that there was nothing better to distract himself with than immersing his entire mind and body into practicing and perfecting his choreography for his set next month. in fact, he felt rather guilty for not having thought of it in the first place.

eventually after hours of consistent practice, seeing as they both appeared to be satisfied by the playback recording, taehyun suggested stopping by the cafeteria for a meal before heading home.

"no, i think .. i think i'm going to keep practicing," yeonjun told him, grabbing a towel from the bench to dry off some of the sweat that accumulated on his face.

taehyun furrowed his brows together, refusing to allow his own friend to subject himself into anymore unhealthy behaviors.

"look, you're coming with me whether it's voluntary or not, so i highly recommend you choose the path of least resistance," taehyun warned, shrugging casually as he removed his shirt drenched in sweat in order to change into something cleaner before they left. "have you even eaten at all today?"

truthfully, it was hard to determine what was louder: the silence from yeonjun's inability to answer or the perfectly-timed growl that erupted from his stomach.

now that he was actually taking a moment to breathe, yeonjun could feel the exhaustion from dancing and the hunger catching up to his body. that being the case, he couldn't quite afford, or even bother, putting up any sort of fight.

thus, taehyun found it rather easier than normal to drag yeonjun along with him to the cafeteria within the company.

two freshly ordered bowls of ramyeon later, that's how yeonjun finally ended up eating - or, rather, devouring - his first meal of the day by 9 o'clock that evening.

the pair ate in silence as they sat across from one another, the only sounds between them being from the slurping of their noodles and the sips of their sodas.

yeonjun had to admit, it was rather calming. he was grateful to taehyun for the distraction he provided, as well as the delicious meal.

taehyun, on the same hand, was just as glad to see at least the hint of a smile on his friend's face again.

of course, it only lasted so long before the brief moment of silence was inevitably interrupted with questions and doubts tumbling out of that very same mouth.

"do you think she just forgot?"

taehyun couldn't hold back the sigh that escaped his lips as he set down his chopsticks, his head shaking almost pitifully. a part of him felt that the most logical response would be the one of harsh honesty, in order to finally push yeonjun toward the path of acceptance and moving on.

unfortunately, considering the underlying feelings of guilt twisting in his chest at that moment, taehyun figured it best to attempt playing the role of a comfort for now.

at least, just until yeonjun was ready to make the choice for himself.

"it's possible," he answered simply, his eyes averting down to his ramyeon bowl as he began mindlessly twisting the noodles around his chopsticks. "considering she manages beomgyu, i'd imagine she has her hands full more often than not."

yeonjun let out a soft, half-hearted chuckle, nodding lightly. "yeah ...yeah, maybe."

chewing on the inside of his cheek, yeonjun could feel his fingers naturally itching to reach for his phone that resided in taehyun's back pocket, desperate to check his notifications for any sign of your name.

this was probably the longest he had ever gone without double and triple checking his phone for a message from you. it had been taehyun's insistence that yeonjun be completely separated from his phone for the rest of the night, in hopes of putting a start to breaking this incessant habit of his - or else yeonjun would certainly wind up driving himself mad.

clearing his throat amidst the awkward silence that had settled between them now, taehyun spoke up, "look, you need to get some proper rest tonight. you have the day off tomorrow, so you should focus on finding some way to relax to help get your mind off of all this."

his words practically served as a reminder to yeonjun's exhaustion, his eyelids suddenly feeling much heavier than they had just a minute ago.

yeonjun nodded firmly in agreement, sitting up straighter and stretching his arms above his head in order to wake himself up a little. "yeah, that's probably a good idea."

he would never dare say the words out loud, it would be completely out of his character, but yeonjun was deeply grateful to have a friend like taehyun in his life. despite how obnoxious and unbearable he felt he could be sometimes, taehyun always stayed by his side through it all and remained his biggest support.

"here, i'll throw all this away and then we can head home," taehyun offered, breaking yeonjun out of his sappy thoughts as be began gathering their empty containers to discard them in one of the trash bins nearby.

just as taehyun had stepped away from the table, the softest buzz of a notification emitted from the phone that was resting atop of the table.

by pure instinctive nature at this point, yeonjun practically lunged for the phone before he could even register his own movements.

his heart stopped almost instantaneously, unable to believe his own vision at the sight of your name across the screen. yeonjun was positive his entire nervous system short-circuited in that moment, seeing as he lost all ability to breathe.

just as he was about to burst with excitement, the corners of his lips dropped and the light disappeared from his eyes almost as quickly as it had appeared.

he gently set the phone back down to where it had originally been resting, feeling himself beginning to slowly shut down entirely. all of that progress he made today seemingly for nothing..

maybe .. maybe he was just seeing things. it couldn't have been you, it just ... it couldn't be.

his downcast eyes glanced back over toward the phone screen that was left facing upward on the tabletop, watching as your name lit up for a few seconds more before the screen went black.

yeonjun clenched his jaw in order to suppress his emotions.

just then, taehyun returned to the table with a small smile gracing his lips, absent-mindedly reaching to grab his phone that he had left behind. he meets yeonjun's eyes innocently. "you ready to go?"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

much to your own surprise, within the same five day period after music bank, yeonjun had managed to secure a small space in your mind entirely rent-free.

nothing like how you occupied his every thought, but he was there nonetheless.

you blamed the ridiculous music recommendations constantly displaying and urging you to listen to the very song that you were insistent on avoiding. it was as if your own phone was determined to taunt you on the matter.

eventually, you couldn't resist anymore.

in the quiet of your room by the end of the third day after music bank, you were practically locked in a staring contest with the dreaded play button. you were hugging your legs to your chest as your heart was pounding a little harder than normal, just the thought of hearing the very words he wrote about you making you extremely nervous - not to mention that it'd be his voice singing them to you.

once you came to the realization that you were acting rather pathetic - it was just a song at the end of the day - you finally overcame your nerves and decided that all you needed was a bit of support.

looking to your left, you spotted the precious fox plush that kai had gifted you residing on the empty space of your bed. smiling softly, you reached for the soft toy and hugged it to your chest, feeling slightly better knowing that you had a piece of your best friend with you.

one deep breath later, you finally hit play.

truth be told ... you were torn.

your heart was aching as you recalled the painful memory of your breakup, yet you were also partially confused and rather angry at how you felt you were portrayed.

just as you had predicted, yeonjun managed to paint himself as the victim - telling this story of how his ex spoke so cruelly as she broke up with him.

but that wasn't the case.

you never spoke harshly to him, no, you only ever tried to reason with him when he was always the one throwing things out of proportion and putting words in your mouth.

worst of all, you weren't the one that left. he was the one who pushed you away ... he was the one that told you to leave.

you groaned with annoyance, lifting your phone from the bed and shutting the song off before it could dare to repeat itself.

after a brief moment of silence, in which you allowed yourself to calm down, you weakly wiped away the trail of tears that had cascaded down your face. regardless of the anger that you did feel, you also felt that faint twinge of pain in your heart as your mind raced with memories of the aftermath.

if anything, you probably related more deeply with yeonjun's song than he did.

you blankly stared down at your phone as you thought back to yeonjun's pleading eyes and uncharacteristic behavior asking you to let him know your thoughts about the song.

against your better judgement, along with the influence of it being almost 2 in the morning, you figured .. maybe it wouldn't hurt.

just as you were opening up your messaging app to succumb to your impulsive vulnerability, it then dawned on you that you had no way of contacting him in the first place.

he didn't actually think you'd keep his old number around after all these years, did he??

you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. you could certainly imagine that this was some sort of game to him - probably wanting to see if you'd be desperate enough to go around searching for a way to contact him.

absolutely not.

then, your eyes lit up with a sudden reminder of a number you did have.

biting nervously at your bottom lip, your heart raced uncontrollably as your thumb practically grew a mind of it's own and opened up a new chatroom to a certain secret admirer.

or ... you suppose it wasn't exactly a secret anymore.

with half a rational mind left as the clock officially turned 2 a.m., you luckily figured it best to not send your very first message to him in the middle of the night.

unfortunately, by morning, you lost all confidence and had absolutely no clue what you could possibly say to him.

"have you tried using 'hi' before? i hear that's very effective in starting conversations," beomgyu teased, after you had confided in him the dilemma you were dealing with.

not entirely by choice, though. it was more so that he barged into your office and caught you staring at the empty chatroom that left you no choice but to explain yourself.

"wow, gyu, thank you so much for that insight." your response was dripping entirely with sarcasm. "i don't know what i'd do without your help."

beomgyu couldn't help but to laugh, honestly finding it rather funny to see you acting so worked up over the thought of sending such a simple message.

with another chuckle, he ruffled your hair playfully as he then offered another suggestion. "fine fine, why don't you just say hi and also thank him again for the gifts he got you?"

your head tilted slightly as you contemplated the idea over in your mind. surprisingly, his idea wasn't such a bad one after all. thinking it over some more, it was actually the perfect leading opener to offer treating him in return as a show of appreciation.

thus, the message was officially drafted and prepared to send at any moment!

...

any second now, surely...

"oh my God, are you ever going to hit send?" beomgyu groaned dramatically from beside you, causing you to grow all the more nervous and embarrassed.

beomgyu checked the time on his phone, noting how it had now been 5 long minutes of your message remaining unsent as you probably hoped the send button would magically click itself.

"i'm nervous, okay? i've never done this before!" you attempted to reason, feeling all the more embarrassed that beomgyu was the sole witness of your situation at the moment.

you could bet that kai would be more understanding..

"then i'll do it for you," beomgyu deadpanned, reaching over and hitting send before you could even register his words.

as upset as you wanted to be, you were honestly more relieved than anything else. although the way he went about it wasn't entirely ideal, at least he got it over with.

though, now panicked, you exited the chatroom and locked your phone before shoving it away as if it were some sort of infectious disease.

this caused beomgyu to burst out in laughter, shaking his head at how adorable you were being. he had never seen you act like this for the entire time he has known you.

"stop laughing!" you pouted, smacking his arm lightly, though it only managed to encourage him further. "i knew i should've called kai.."

"wait, wait, wait.. kai doesn't know yet?" beomgyu's mood quickly shifted into that of curiosity, his expression rather surprised at your words.

"well, no, not-"

"finally!" beomgyu cut you off to cheer, standing up and raising his arms proudly. "i finally know something he doesn't!"

you roll your eyes, shaking your head. "oh, come on, i always tell you everything too. kai's just usually around first, that's all."

beomgyu scoffed, sitting back down in the chair that he had dragged behind your desk to sit beside you. beomgyu may be a lot of things, but he wasn't blind; he was more than aware that you and kai held a much closer friendship with each other than either of you did with him.

not that he blamed either of you, considering you both knew each other longer than him, but that didn't mean he couldn't be jealous about it from time to time.

his eyes widened with an idea, and he leaned over to grasp your hands pleadingly. "please don't tell him!"

you blinked, taken aback. "tell him what?"

"about this, with taehyun. let's keep this between us," beomgyu explained, and you were shocked to see genuine sincerity in his expression.

a part of you was feeling guilty as you studied beomgyu's features, but you weren't entirely sure as to why.

"why do you want this to stay between us?"

he sighed, turning his face away slightly in order to attempt hiding the embarrassed blush that was beginning to color his cheeks. "i don't know, i just ... i want to share something with you too. you and kai are always together, i'm sure you guys even have your own secrets and i get that, but i just .. i feel left out sometimes, you know?"

you could feel your heart almost break at his words, feeling all the more guilty to have ever been the cause of sweet beomgyu feeling anything less than he deserved. "oh, gyu.. i'm so sorry. i never meant for you to-"

"no, no, i know you didn't!" surprisingly it was beomgyu reassuring you, smiling softly as his thumb gently caressed the back of your hand. "it just happens to be that way, and i get it, don't worry."

you squeezed beomgyu's hands lightly in reassurance, a small smile adorning your lips as you met his eyes. "i promise this will stay between us, okay?"

you don't think you could recall any other time where he smiled so widely, most especially at something so miniscule as a secret like this.

"but you can't get mad when i start calling you all the time asking for advice," you warned him with a teasing smile, tapping his nose lightly and playfully.

"are you kidding? that's exactly what i want," beomgyu smiled back.

thus, you stuck to your promise and kept everything involving taehyun between you and beomgyu.

which was very lucky because, without him, you don't think you would have had any courage to make it as far as you have.

taehyun: you're more than welcome. it was really no problem at all, it just means a lot knowing that you appreciated them. you: of course i did, and i would love to be able to return the favor! if you're free tomorrow, maybe we can meet up for lunch :)

"you're crazy, i can't meet him tomorrow!" you exclaimed with shock, watching over beomgyu's shoulder as he typed out the very message that was making your heart race with nerves.

"why not?"

you hesitated. "because i'm nervous." your voice was embarrassingly soft.

"alright, fine." he turned back to your phone and began deleting the last portion of the message, though only to tweak it slightly before hitting send without consulting you first.

you: of course i did, and i would love to be able to return the favor! if you're free this weekend, maybe we can meet up for lunch :)

you shrieked with shock, yanking your phone out of his hands as if it would take back the action. he may have given you a few more days to prepare yourself, but it still didn't make it any better!

beomgyu smirked up at you, seemingly shameless. "you can thank me later."

"thank you??"

"oh, you're welcome," he beamed brightly with pride, earning another soft smack on his arm. "look, it'll be fine! you already know he's into you, right, so what's the problem?"

you opened your mouth to answer, but you couldn't think of anything that was justifiable.

amidst that moment of no words being spoken, your office door opened up to reveal none other than kai walking in with a curious expression upon seeing you and beomgyu alone together.

a sight he realized he wasn't used to seeing.

"what're you guys doing?" he asked, rather confused as he noticed the way beomgyu attempted to slyly slide your phone back to you.

"nothing, beomgyu's just being beomgyu," you answered nonchalantly, even adding an eyeroll in hopes of it coming off natural and lighthearted.

luckily, kai brushed it off as simply nothing and joined you both to hang out for an hour before you all eventually had to go your separate ways for different schedules.

on the way to your meeting with other members of the staff team, during a brief moment alone in the elevator, you pulled out your phone to double check your messages - only for your heart to flip into your throat as your face practically began to glow a bright red.

taehyun: that sounds great. i'll pick you up saturday.

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yeonjun knew sex like he knew the back of his hand. he was so good at it, too good that you began wondering about his experience. it didn't bother you that yeonjun seemed to know more than you did, it could just get uncomfortable when you tried taking the lead.

you were on the bed, playing games on yeonjun's phone as he cleaned the kitchen up and showered. having that trust always made you happy, even if all you did was help him with his daily quests on each game he had downloaded. you were having fun, until a notification popped up—someone replying to a tweet yeonjun posted. you didn't even think he had twitter.

'so hot 😍' it read.

your blood boiled, skin turning hot. jealousy. who could possibly be commenting on his posts? what did he post to receive such a comment? you felt guilty pressing on it but that didn't stop you. the twitter app opened, and you were met with the exact comment you saw that got you here under yeonjun's tweet.

'new vids up! subscribe for better content 😉💦' with a picture of his cock laying against his stomach.

it just didn't make sense. all this time yeonjun was basically a pornstar and you had no idea about it—and you knew for a fact that was your boyfriend's body, you've seen it way too much and know it all too well.

"alright, finally done babe. what're we watchin'?" yeonjun asked, entering the room with a big smile.

your expression didn't match though, you had tears swelling in your eyes when you looked up at him, cheeks burning with your hands shaking trying to hold the phone.

"baby?" yeonjun called out to you, noticing your discomfort.

"yeonju—un," you start, voice shaky and mind filled with everything but answers, answers you needed, "are you... selling yourself online?"

"give me that," yeonjun said, arm stretching to snatch the phone from your hands.

he looks down to see what you had come across, his heart falling straight to his ass. it wasn't that he didn't want to tell you, he just didn't know how to bring it up without possibily blowing things up.

"i do live streams once a week where i... you know... and people pay to see that," he admits, "and on my days off i post onlyfans content."

"when did you plan on telling me?" you asked, voice going out slightly.

"someday... it just wasn't easy," yeonjun says, coming to sit beside you on the bed. he looked down talking about the situation and that only hurt you more, "i been doing this for nearly three years and it ruined my last relationship, so i stayed single for a while and slept around."

a part of you had sympathy for him, even after being angry that he kept this from you for so long and possibly longer if you hadn't found out tonight.

"i just didn't want you to feel weirded out and make me quit or worse, leave me," he adds on. he sounded genuine and your heart broke at the fact that yeonjun didn't trust you because of his past.

"what makes you think me out of all people would judge you? i'm nothing like your past girlfriends, yeonjun. i know you, i trust you." you responded, reassuringly. you give gentle to rub his shoulder in a way of telling him you were no longer mad. of course, you didn't appreciate that he wasn't vocal about the secret occupation, but you understood why he wasn't, "and as long as it's only for the money and you're not secretly having feelings for all the people that give you it," you add.

"never," yeonjun turns his head, big eyes looking at you lovingly, "only you."

"okay," you reply. your worries faded away, leaving your body and turning into sudden need, "let's film something then."

"wai— what?" yeonjun's innocent and loving expression snapped into confusion.

"you need some content, don't you? i can help you out," you suggested, hand moving up and down his arm and perching up onto his shoulder.

his eyes shifted to a darker shade, heart nearly beating out of his chest. he didn't expect that him confessing would go well, especially not this well. everyday he worried about telling you, feared that you'd kick him to the curb and make him feel bad about himself—that fear was no longer present.

"god, you have never seemed hotter than you do right now," yeonjun said before chasing your lips and messily kissing you.

your arms wrap around his neck to pull him down with you on the matress, his limbs tangling with yours once your bodies mesh together. yeonjun didn't waste a single second, dipping his fingers into your shorts immediately and collecting your dripping essence.

a moan slips from your mouth straight into his, the pads of his fingers toying with your clit, teasing you more each time he moved lower with the tips of his fingers slightly entering you.

"fuck, j-jun, need you," you whine, jerking up into his palm.

yeonjun trails kisses along your jawline, down to your neck and collarbone, lips taking in some of your skin to suck roughly. his fingers moved in faster circles against your bud, causing him to feel more eager that his was gently humping your thigh as he grew harder.

you were whining needily, just wanting to feel his cock stretching you open. he sat up, pulling his hand out of your shorts, soon removing them from your body and spreading your legs for him to sit in between.

"so wet already, barely even touched you," he teases. bullshit.

your clit was throbbing in anticipation, hole opening and closing with each deep breath you took. yeonjun was in a hurry trying to get the knot in his sweatpants untied, his struggle being pretty obvious to you.

you sat up, replacing his hands with yours, taking the strings between your fingers and untying them slowly as you looked up at him with big eyes. fuck, if he wasn't already hard enough.

yeonjun bends down to kiss you, chin between his fingers. you were stripping him from his sweats and boxers, his cock sprung up and you were quick to grab ahold. you pumped it gently up and down then slowly falling back until your back hit the mattress, bringing yeonjun with you.

"have i told you how much i love you?" yeonjun breaks from the kiss—his pretty lips all pink and swole.

"many times," you giggle, "but i'd like if you showed me."

yeonjun grins, quick to take your hand off of him, snatch you shirt from you and angle his tip near your entrance. the light stretches from his cock being pushed further into you made your body feel ecstatic and you were clinging onto him in an instant.

no matter how many times yeonjun fucked you, you'd still feel numb with each inch that entered you, surprised from his size but taking it so well.

"daddy's tight little pussy feels so good every time," yeonjun whispers into your ear, leaving a wet kiss behind.

yeonjun draws his hips back, pushing back into you and repeating this until you cry out for more. his fingers meet your clit again as he fucked you slightly faster. you were moaning loud, causing yeonjun's ears to ring—but he didn't even mind, the sounds you made because of his doing was like an ego boost.

this soon reminds him of your suggestion, before you two had even got here in the first place. he was letting his dick think too much for him that he completely forgot your original agreement.

he sits up and takes your hips into his hands to keep you steady once he picked up the pace, making you clench down on his cock tightly.

"lights, camera, action, my love," yeonjun says, picking up his phone and switching to the camera app.

yeonjun clicks the red button, beginning to record the sight, so sinful and messy. he smiles watching your pussy take his cock on his phone that captured it so well.

"fuck baby, look so fucking hot taking my dick like this," he says. you'd think it was all talk for the camera if wasn't for how he already acted during your times alone.

he was filthy, loved expressing how he was feeling and giving you a verbal visualization of what he could see at the moment. to see you like this as he records, knowing he'd get to keep it for himself gave him—this new rush of adrenaline and he's soon pounding into your dripping cunt, unholy noises echoing off the four walls surrounding you.

your hands scrambled any and everywhere to find something to claw onto, finding yeonjun's waist and sinking your nails deep. yeonjun let out a gasp, strangely enjoying this newfound pain that didn't necessarily hurt—it felt good. really fucking good.

"oh, baby," he moans breathlessly.

you couldn't see him due to your eyes being snapped shut and you could just barely open them, but you knew he looked good. sweaty and strong as he fucked you into bliss.

"har—harder," you sigh, both your hands now clawing at his abdomen.

you sounded so cute when you'd beg, felt even better when he knew you wanted to be more verbal for the sake of the content—loud and uncontrollable moans even louder now that you were being filmed.

yeonjun slid his thighs from under your to further get comfortable and fuck you properly. you were now lying flat against the mattress, thighs spread and his fingers on your sensitive bud. he pulled his hips back, slamming back into you repeatedly, "such a slut for daddy, aren't you?"

"mhm—" you hum in response, yelping when yeonjun slaps your inner thigh.

"words." he warns through his teeth.

"yes, daddy," you moan, hips jerking up to feel more friction.

yeonjun being mean to you did something to you that you couldn't explain, it was hard to in words. he was already hot, but he was so much hotter when speaking to you like that—making you feel so guilty for being a slut, something he turned you into.

not a day went by where you didn't think about his bare skin on display for you as he's drilling into you with his fat cock, reaching every spot inside you as possible.

you both admired each other with no clothes on, that's why most of the time they were off. something about your tits pressed against his chest, close in all ways gave him joy because he knew he only got this. this made him cocky, treating your body like no other and knowing he's the only one that can feel you this way.

yeonjun didn't try to hold back any longer, going from low grunts to even louder groans. he was destroying you in the best way possible, not even just because you were being recorded, but because you most definitely deserved it. he has never had someone like you, someone so supportive and loving, making him feel like the only man in the world and fucking him good while doing so.

his followers were infact aware of his relationship status, but he kept that part of himself private. he only ever posted and talked about himself, never hooked up with someone else only for onlyfans content before you two got together. even now, he felt like he was taking away some of your privacy because he genuinely did keep you secret for the most part.

yeonjun could feel himself repeatedly twitch inside you, warm walls feeling incredible sucking him in and dripping more by the second. you felt brain dead, drooling from the mouth and high-pitched moans escaping your throat.

the room was hot, you weren't sure if it was just your skin or it was the mixture of sweaty bodies and hot breaths that caused the room to warm up how it did.

you could feel that knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter, you were a moaning mess, babbling some incoherent things but yeonjun knew that meant you were enjoying it because you were turning stupid.

"dumb little slut, so hungry for me," yeonjun says, a whimper falling from his mouth when you clench again. he was plowing into like he'd be the last time, you just felt even better than you have before that it was driving yeonjun insane, "shit, i'm gonna cum—want it, baby?"

"so, s—s bad, p-please fill me up daddy," you struggle to say, which pushed him further—he appreciated your manners even when you could barely talk.

he grins, only something you could see, with his hand all over you to touch every inch of your torso as possible. his other hand was gripping tightly on his phone where he watch the scene rip before his eyes. your breasts bounced with each aggressive thrust he sent into you.

"daddy—" you whine, your brain was so fuzzy that his name was the only thing that came to mind along with swears falling from your mouth.

yeonjun grunted, louder and louder until he got to his high. so very close and he just wanted to feel you full of his cum, belly bulging from the amount he was soon to let out. his size already doing that and the camera catching it so well.

"so fucking sexy," yeonjun slurred his words, grabbing the back of one of your thighs and pushing your knee to your chest.

you felt him twitch again, thrusts get sloppy. he circled his hips and hit your g-spot roughly, cursing a few more times and then painting your velvet walls.

"oh my god—" you cry out, hands going down to stop him from moving further but he just kept the same pace.

you came in an instant, the fullness yeonjun was providing you overwhelming you. the sounds he made too—he sounded so god damn good.

"mhm, cum baby~" yeonjun cooed, "just like that, such a good whore for your junnie."

you lost track of your breathing, not knowing how to do a thing. he fucked you dumb daily, yet this was different—the fact that he had a camera on you capturing it all for anyone to watch but at the end of the day, you were only his, and he treated your body with such care even when being rough.

yeonjun catches his breath, turning off his phone and throwing it to the side. he leans down and kisses you, your arms and legs wrapping around his long stature.

"you... are so fucking amazing," yeonjun praises, kissing your nose, "i'll be more honest from now on, like i have something else to confess..." it scared you because, what else could he be hiding? your anxiety drifted away once you saw that beautiful smile of his play along his face, "that was probably the best sex we've ever had," he admits.

"glad we think alike, choi," you smile, pecking his nose as he did to you and soon his pouty lips. it was gentle but messy, having the urge to clench on his cock that had begun softening.

"are you leading me on so i'll fuck you again, hm?" he tilted his head slightly, dark gaze burning a hole through you.

"not that i'm asking for it," you trail on, trying to look away and hide your smile and light teasing you were so obviously doing to him.

yeonjun grew hard again from your clenching, thrusting up into you and grabbing your body until it was pressed against his, arm wrapped tightly around your waist, "oh you're asking for it."

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SEVEN DAYS A WEEK. — C.YJ

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader

genre: fluff, crack, suggestive.

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

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

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

getting you and your attention.

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

—

SUNDAY.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

MONDAY.

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

good thing you work in a comic book store.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

TUESDAY.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

WEDNESDAY.

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

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

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

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

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

you open the envelope first, seeing a letter.

“hi pretty, it’s yeonjun.

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

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

love, yeonjun. :)”

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

a necklace.

he got you a fucking necklace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

THURSDAY.

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

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

you: read at 10:07 am.

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

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

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

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

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

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

love, yeonjun! :)”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

FRIDAY.

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

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

get your head out of your ass y/n.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

SATURDAY.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’m glad, i love you so so much.”

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

2023 TTYUNZ.

taglist: @k-labels @boba-beom @bucketofhiros @yeofy @n0-thisispatrick @hyukafied @hyunimylove @luvsoobs @choiwrld @majestyjun @tyunkus @belovedxiao @h00nerz !

author’s note: this was kinda rushed i’m so sorry guys, i hope you enjoy! 🥹🥹

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2myl0ver · 6 months

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☾ txt reaction to you getting shipped with another member !

genre : fluff / wc : 700 / tw : mentions of food / masterlist

CHOI YEONJUN ¡

- some fans saw you and taehyun go in a bakery together and they had assumed you two went there for a "date" when in reality, you two just went to buy yeonjun a cake for this birthday.- sends you a message as soon as he sees a post abt u 2

- "damn 😞😞"

- he will never stop bringing it up, you're jealous? remember the time you got shipped with taehy-

- definitely told the staff members to scold taehyun, scolds taehyun himself too. (but ofcourse that doesn't mean you dont get a scolding)

CHOI SOOBIN ¡

- you were in the crowd of an award show for your boyfriend, soobin when fans thought you were looking at yeonjun.

- poor baby probably thinks you were looking at yeonjun until you show him your camera roll that was full of pictures of him from the award show 😭

- "how would i take these pictures if i was looking at him?"

- you have to keep reassuring him the whole day. he trusts you but hates the thought of you being with anyone else especially with one of his group members

- you'd have to cuddle him for him to get over it </3

CHOI BEOMGYU ¡

- you were on beomgyu's vlive, while you were on your phone. fans noticed that you kept smiling and assumed you were texting someone. (not beomgyu because he was right beside you eating lol)

- he'd laugh about it before texting you about it after seeing it all over twitter and weverse.

- "LOL, everyone thinks you were texting someone else here"

- "maybe i was"

- you jokingly texted back, just to see a reaction from him. soon enough, you hear a knock at your door and a notification.

- "open up."

- you open the door and beomgyu immediately started asking questions. "you were joking right?" "what did you mean by this?"

- you answered all of his questions by giving him your phone, he looked and found nothing. "then.. what were you smiling about?"

- "i was looking through the live comments and fans pointed out how red your face looked because of the ramen you were eating dummy. i have screenshots of it too, look at my camera roll."

KANG TAEHYUN ¡

- you had posted a mirror selca on your instagram with a photocard at the back of your case, and people thought it was kai's.

- he knows you wouldn't, so he doesn't even question you but the topic is brought up by you one time when you two were sitting on the couch together.

- "did you ever see the rumor that i had a hueningkai photo card on my phone case?" he laughs, remembering when he first heard it.

- by the time that you decided to mention it, he had already forgotten about it. neither of you saw the point in mentioning it, because he and you knew you wouldn't do something like that.

- "yea, i did." he smiles whilst looking at you. you look up at him, "how come you never asked me about it?"

- "because the photo card is me. i was there when you opened the album and put my pc behind your phone case dummy"

KAI KAMAL HUENING ¡

- on a vlive, you showed the time on your phone to fans, which also showed them your wallpaper. your wallpaper was a picture of you and kai turned back from the camera, fans thought kai was soobin because of his height, and seeing as the picture was taken at night.

- like taehyun, he laughs when he sees the rumors because he remembers when you two took that picture.

- two days later, while you two were eating lunch he decides to bring it up.

- "do you know about the fans that think it was soobin in your wallpaper?"

- "what? no. what happened? i've been busy with college, i have no idea what's the latest media right now."

- "well, when you showed them the time on your phone.. it showed your wallpaper. and because of my height, they thought it was soobin."

- you laughed, "really? because of your height?"

- "i know. i don't know whats up with them either."

- "i don't know whats up with them, but honestly you have grown a lot." you both laugh.

a/n : it's been so longg!! i'm actually so proud of this 🥹

#TXT imagines #TXT reactions #tomorrow by together #tomorrow x together #TXT #tomorrow by together imagines #tomorrow by together reactions #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow x together reactions #choi yeonjun imagines #choi soobin imagines #choi beomgyu imagines #kang taehyun imagines #hueningkai imagines

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boydepartment · 9 months

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Jealous Car Tunes- Choi Yeonjun x Reader

MASTERLIST wc- like 300??? it's really short <3 warnings- NONE! yeonjun just gets jealous that youre listening to another person's song in the car <3

“If you were going to play someone else’s music on your headphones instead of MINE, can you at least turn it down?” Yeonjun looked over at you for a second in the passenger’s seat of his car.

You started laughing hysterically, “is it that loud?!”

“Yes! It is so loud! Do I play shitty music in the car to the point where you feel like you have to blast someone else’s music?!” He was being overdramatic as usual, and it was making you giggle nonstop.

Between giggles you replied, “I don’t think you can actually hear the song!”

“YOU ARE LITERALLY PLAYING VERNON’S SONG! I CAN HEAR HIM!”

Your head threw back, and you hit the seat laughing, “I’m sorry I think it’s a good song!”

Yeonjun huffed and rolled his eyes, “oh my gauuuuhhhhd dude.”

“What!” You sat up, “do you not like it?!”

Yeonjun turned the car and kept driving, “it’s not that I don’t like it!”

“Then why are you so mad I am listening to it huh?” You pressed on, “maybe I will turn it up!”

“I am literally doing a favor driving you! And you can’t even support my music!”

You smirked in realization, “YOU ARE SO JEALOUS!” Your loud voice made him jump.

“That’s bullshit!” Yeonjun huffed again and kept his eyes on the road, you kept smiling at him evilly and he side eyed you, “why are you looking at me like that?”

“Mmmm no reason.” You slowly grabbed the aux and plugged your phone in. One of Namjoon’s solo songs now playing on the car.

“I BET MY MUSIC ISNT EVEN IN YOUR PLAYLIST!” Yeonjun spoke loudly again, “YOU ARENT EVEN FAITHFUL TO VERNON!”

You started laughing again, “admit you’re jealous and I will play TXT!”

Yeonjun side eyed you again before looking back on the road and mumbling something. You were never going to let him forget this.

“Hmmm?? What was that??” You teased him.

“IM JEALOUS NOW PLAY TXT! OR IM TURNING THE CAR AROUND!”

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yournameloveskpop · 3 months

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Innocently

Paring: Yeonjun x Reader

Style: NSFW, Romance, Fluff, friendship

Summery: out of the girls Yepnjun has dated, Y/N was the most innocent, pure, cute one. He adored her and enjoyed the unexpected surprises she had in store for him.

Warning: Virgin reader, Innocent reader, dom! Yeonjun, sub! Reader, praising

Word count: 2,455

Yeonjun couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Y/N intently examining the price tag of a dress she'd been eyeing for the past ten minutes. They were out on one of their usual weekend shopping trips, a ritual that had become a cherished part of their relationship. Unlike his previous girlfriends, Y/N's simplicity and innocence had captivated him. She never asked for anything extravagant despite his financial stability, a trait that made her stand out in his eyes.

As Y/N reluctantly placed the dress back on the rack, Yeonjun playfully nudged her. "Why don't you get it? It looks like it was made for you," he suggested, but Y/N shook her head.

"No, it's okay. I'm sure I can find something just as nice for a better price," she replied, her voice laced with determination.

Yeonjun, however, wasn't one to give up so easily. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he grabbed the dress. "Consider it a gift from me to you."

Y/N pouted, a mix of flattery and stubbornness in her expression. "You don't have to, Yeonjun. Really."

He just winked and headed to the cashier, leaving Y/N with a mixture of surprise and a reluctant smile.

Their relationship was filled with these small, playful moments. Yeonjun found Y/N's childlike innocence endearing, particularly in contrast to the more worldly ways of his circle. She often didn’t catch on to dirty jokes, which left her confused at the laughter of others, something Yeonjun found absolutely adorable.

One evening, they were all gathered at the TXT dorm with some of the ENHYPEN members, a casual hangout filled with laughter and chatter. Taehyun, in a moment of unfiltered openness, started sharing a rather intimate detail about his girlfriend's preferences. Yeonjun, aware of Y/N's presence, tried to interject.

"Hey, maybe we can keep this conversation a bit more... general?" he suggested, shooting Taehyun a look.

But Y/N's curiosity was already piqued. "What does that mean?" she asked, genuinely clueless.

The room erupted in laughter, and Yeonjun felt a protective surge. He didn't want her innocence tarnished by their less innocent conversations. However, he also admired her curiosity and openness, traits that made her unique in his eyes.

Seeing her confused face, Beomgyu chimed in, trying to divert the topic with his usual humor. "Oh, it's just Taehyun being Taehyun. Ignore him."

Yeonjun quickly joined in, hoping to steer the conversation elsewhere. "Yeah, let's talk about Hueningkai's new pet hamster instead. What did you name it again?"

The conversation shifted, much to Yeonjun's relief. He glanced at Y/N, who was now laughing at Hueningkai's story about his hamster's escape antics. Yeonjun felt a warm sense of affection for her. She was like a breath of fresh air in his life, her innocence and sincerity a stark contrast to the complicated world they lived in.

Soobin, noticing Yeonjun's fond gaze, nudged him playfully. "You're smitten, aren't you?"

Yeonjun just smiled, not denying it. "Can you blame me? She's one of a kind."

As the evening wore on, the group engaged in various activities, from playing video games to discussing music. Y/N's presence brought a certain lightness to the group, her laughter infectious and her joy palpable.

Later, as they walked back home, Yeonjun wrapped an arm around Y/N. "Did you have fun tonight?" he asked.

She nodded, her eyes bright. "I did. Your friends are crazy but in a good way. And I'm learning new things every day," she said with a laugh.

Yeonjun couldn't help but laugh along. "Yeah, they're a handful, but they're family. And I'm glad you're a part of it now."

Months into their relationship, Yeonjun and Y/N found themselves in a comfortable rhythm, their bond deepening with each passing day. One day, while lounging in the TXT dorm, Yeonjun brought up their upcoming anniversary.

"Soobin, did you realize it's been ten months since Y/N and I started dating?" Yeonjun asked, a note of disbelief in his voice.

Soobin, who was halfway through a video game, paused and turned to him. "Really? That's the longest you've ever dated someone, right?"

"Yeah," Yeonjun nodded, his mind wandering to Y/N. "I want to do something special to celebrate."

The day of their anniversary, Yeonjun had everything planned to perfection. He had booked a table at one of the city's most luxurious restaurants, a place he knew Y/N would love.

When Y/N arrived in the dress Yeonjun had bought for her, his breath hitched. She was a vision of elegance, a stark contrast to her usual cute and casual style.

"You look incredible, Y/N," Yeonjun managed to say, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

Y/N blushed, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, Yeonjun. You don't look so bad yourself," she teased, taking in his smart attire.

Dinner was a blend of delicious food, laughter, and heartfelt conversations. Yeonjun found himself more in love with her than ever, captivated by her charm and wit.

As they left the restaurant, Yeonjun reached for her hand. "Did you enjoy tonight?" he asked, his voice laced with hope.

Y/N squeezed his hand, her eyes shining. "It was perfect. Thank you for making our anniversary so special."

Back at Y/N's apartment, they settled onto the couch, a comfortable silence enveloping them. Then, to Yeonjun's surprise, Y/N leaned in and kissed him, her lips warm and inviting.

Yeonjun hummed in response, returning her kiss with equal fervor. The passion between them was palpable, a stark contrast to their usual playful exchanges.

Y/N then moved to sit on his lap, her hands finding their way into his hair. Yeonjun felt a shiver run down his spine, the intensity of the moment overwhelming him.

As she rolled her hips against him, Yeonjun's mind raced. This new, intimate side of Y/N was something he hadn't anticipated, yet he found himself completely drawn into the moment.

"Y/N," he breathed out, his voice a mix of surprise and desire.

She paused, looking into his eyes. "Is this okay?" she asked, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

Yeonjun cupped her face gently, his eyes softening. "More than okay. I just didn't expect... you're full of surprises, aren't you?"

Y/N smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. "Maybe I am. Is that a problem?"

"No, not at all," Yeonjun replied, his heart racing. "It's just another reason why I love you."

As Y/N's eyes sparkled with love, she whispered, "I love you too, Yeonjun." Her voice was soft, yet filled with emotion. Leaning in, she kissed him once more, a tender and affectionate gesture that spoke volumes.

Yeonjun's hands tentatively traced the contours of her waist, hesitating momentarily as he contemplated their next move. Sensing his hesitation, Y/N gently sat back and, with a boldness that surprised them both, she gracefully removed her dress, revealing the delicate lingerie beneath.

Yeonjun's eyes widened in amazement. The sight of Y/N, confident and stunning, was a revelation. "Wow, Y/N, you're... incredible," he stammered, his gaze traveling over her defined hourglass figure.

Feeling suddenly shy under his intense gaze, Y/N instinctively covered herself with her arms. Yeonjun, however, gently grasped her wrists, guiding her arms away. "Don't hide. You're beautiful," he reassured her softly, his voice a soothing melody.

With a swift movement, Yeonjun unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He then pulled Y/N closer, their bodies pressing together in a warm embrace.

Yeonjun lifted Y/N effortlessly, carrying her to the bedroom with care. As he laid her down on the bed, his eyes locked with hers, full of questions and concern.

"Are you sure about this, Y/N? I want to make sure you're comfortable with everything," he asked gently, his voice laced with sincerity.

Y/N gazed up at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of nerves and excitement. "Yes, I'm sure. I trust you, Yeonjun," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Yeonjun leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "We can go at whatever pace you're comfortable with. Just tell me if you need me to stop," he reassured her, his tone protective and caring.

Yeonjun and Y/N shared a look of deep understanding and connection, their eyes communicating more than words ever could. As Yeonjun leaned in, his lips tenderly explored her skin, kissing every sensitive area with a gentle reverence. He was acutely aware that this was Y/N's first time, and he was determined to make it as comfortable and memorable as possible for her.

His fingers, lips, and tongue worked in unison, creating a symphony of sensations that left Y/N breathless. He paused, looking into her eyes. "I'll be gentle and go slow, I promise," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her nervous heart.

Y/N's voice trembled slightly with apprehension. "Will it... will it hurt?" she asked, her eyes searching his for honesty.

Yeonjun nodded, not wanting to mislead her. "It might at first, but I promise it'll get better. Just let me know if you want to stop, okay?"

She shook her head, her resolve clear. "No, I don't want to stop. I trust you, Yeonjun."

He smiled reassuringly, his hand finding hers. "Squeeze my hand if it gets too much, alright? I'll slow down immediately," he said, placing his other hand beside her to steady himself.

As he carefully entered her, Y/N gasped sharply, her grip on his hand tightening. A soft whine escaped her lips, a mixture of surprise and discomfort.

Yeonjun showered her with praise, his voice gentle. "You're doing so well, Y/N. Just a little more, and I'll be all the way in."

With one final, careful push, he was fully inside her. Y/N's eyes welled up with tears, a few escaping down her cheeks. Yeonjun leaned in, kissing them away, his movements still and patient.

After a few minutes, Y/N gave a small nod, indicating he could move. He started slowly, mindful of her comfort.

Y/N's initial discomfort gradually gave way to pleasure, her body relaxing into the rhythm. Yeonjun's free hand massaged her thighs, encouraging her to relax. "Breathe deeply, Y/N. That's it, you're doing great," he encouraged, his voice a mix of praise and passion.

As Y/N's tension eased, her own sounds of pleasure began to fill the room. Yeonjun's movements became more confident, a little faster, eliciting small yelps of pleasure from her.

Feeling more comfortable, Y/N released his hand, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. Yeonjun cursed softly, overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection.

"You're amazing, Y/N," he murmured against her skin, his pace quickening.

As they both neared their climax, Y/N called out his name repeatedly, signaling her impending release. Moments later, her back arched beautifully as she reached her peak, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

Just seconds after, Yeonjun reached his own climax, their breaths mingling in the aftermath of their intense connection. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, basking in the closeness they had just shared.

Looking down at her, Yeonjun saw Y/N's childlike innocence return, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of exhaustion and wonder. He chuckled softly, feeling a wave of affection wash over him.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he announced gently, lifting her in his arms and carrying her to the bathroom.

He took his time to clean her up, then fetched some comfortable clothes for both of them. After changing the sheets in the bedroom, they crawled into bed, cuddling close in a cocoon of warmth and affection.

The morning sun streamed through the window as Yeonjun lay awake, Y/N nestled against him, still lost in slumber. His mind replayed the previous night's events, a mix of amazement and fondness washing over him. He smiled at the thought of Y/N, his usually innocent girlfriend, taking the lead in their relationship's new territory.

Days later, Yeonjun invited Y/N to hang out with his bandmates. She greeted him with her characteristic enthusiasm, running towards him and leaping into his arms. Yeonjun, always quick on his feet, caught her effortlessly, lifting her in a warm embrace as his bandmates watched, some with amused smirks, others with affectionate grins.

As they all enjoyed a leisurely coffee together before heading to the arcade, Taehyun’s girlfriend observed Y/N's youthful and pure demeanor with a sense of wonder. Y/N, oblivious to the attention, was happily cuddling a plush toy that Yeonjun had won for her earlier.

Beomgyu couldn't resist teasing Yeonjun, "Look at her, Yeonjun. She’s like a walking ray of sunshine. How do you manage to keep up with that much adorableness?"

Yeonjun, his cheeks turning a shade of pink, replied with a sheepish grin, "What can I say? She's one of a kind. I wouldn’t change a thing about her."

Amidst the laughter and light-hearted conversation, Y/N leaned in close to Yeonjun, whispering something about 'cute lingerie and handcuffs.' Yeonjun’s eyes widened, his face turning a deep shade of red.

Soobin, noticing the sudden change in Yeonjun's demeanor, laughed heartily. "Oh no, Yeonjun, what did she say? Did we corrupt her too much?"

Yeonjun, struggling to find words, stuttered, "No, no, it's not like that... I mean, it's just Y/N being Y/N."

Hueningkai joined in, unable to resist the opportunity to tease Yeonjun further, "Come on, spill the beans, Yeonjun. What’s got you so flustered?"

Y/N, seemingly unaware of the commotion she had caused, looked around innocently. "Did I say something wrong? You all look so funny!"

The group burst into laughter, the atmosphere light and joyful. Taehyun’s girlfriend chimed in, "Y/N, you’re full of surprises! Yeonjun, you’ve got your hands full with this one."

As they continued their day at the arcade, the group basked in the lightheartedness of the moment. Y/N's innocent remarks and Yeonjun’s bashful reactions provided endless entertainment.

Later, as they sat down for a meal, the group continued to share jokes and playful banter, Yeonjun occasionally shooting Y/N an affectionate, albeit slightly embarrassed, glance. Amidst the laughter and teasing, Yeonjun couldn't help but feel a deep sense of happiness. Y/N, with her mix of innocence, spontaneity, and unexpected boldness, had brought a new dimension to his life, one that he cherished immensely.

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i520u · 10 months

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the asshole upstairs ༘*.ﾟ

MY FIRST YEONJUN REQUEST 😭😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 anyways might’ve went overboard with this one & i feel like it could be a series tbh yeonjun is fun to write for (because i am madly in love with him)

WARNING(S): yeonjun x gn!reader, profanity, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, physics 😟

WORDCOUNT: 1,778 words

MASTERLIST

“The Archimedes’ Principle states that—”

“The Archimedes’ Princip…”

“Th— FUCK!”

It was three in the morning, you were approximately 6 hours and 27 minutes away from the moment you’ve been dreading most; your physics finals. You had spent all week, or maybe even the whole month preparing for your exam, but you were still burning the midnight oil because you were scared, and mostly because you couldn’t sleep.

It was peaceful for a while, no sound of kids running in the hallway outside, no sound of couples arguing next door, and no sound of television bypassing your four walls. It was calm… until it wasn’t. Your neighbour upstairs probably thought it was funny for them to vacuum the floors in the dead of night, but it’s okay. You can still focus. What you couldn’t bear to stand was the fact that he started to loudly play his guitar afterwards. And horribly, too. Talk about being inconsiderate.

Now you didn’t actually have to memorise whatever Archimedes had stated about buoyancy, that was high school Physics. But you were terrified out of your mind that you wouldn’t be able to do well for this semester’s finals. It was like a life and death situation for you. You needed to get everything in order.

You took in a deep breath, calming yourself as you begin to mumble the Archimedes’ Principle once again from memory. Just as you were about to say the first word, again came the loud, and not to mention, horrendous noise music that your neighbour was making. You slammed the pen that you were holding onto the desk out of anger.

“Who the fuck keeps doing that!” You hissed to yourself. You decided to put the hood of your hoodie up to cover your messy hair, and immediately stomped your way out of your apartment without thinking twice.

It didn’t take long for you to reach the floor above you, your index finger angrily pressing onto the doorbell a bunch of time. You didn’t care if you looked disheveled, you just wanted to give your neighbour a piece of your mind. As you were about to start banging on their door, it clicked open.

A man probably around your age peeked outside to see who was in front of his doorstep, he flashed an awkward (or nervous?) smile to you. “Ah… I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” He asked, trying to make the situation lighthearted. Your eyebrows furrowed in fury, you put your hands on your hips. “What do you think? I’m trying to study but your god awful music is distracting me!”

You had to admit, the anger that you had was probably from the pent up stress that you’ve been accumulating throughout the entire month. But he deserved it. The man looked around you awkwardly before flashing you a smile, “sorry! I’ll stop. Good night!” He said, giving you a wave, and then closing the door on your face. You could even hear the door click again — meaning he had locked the door, too.

You stood them, dumbfounded. Not only was he inconsiderate, he was also rude and shameless. There was nothing else that you could do but walk away, but you decided that from that moment onwards, he was your public enemy.

You understood why it’s not advised to stay up all night before a test. The amount of times you had fallen asleep while answering the exam questions was outrageous. You just hoped that your answers were accurate, there wasn’t anything else you could do about it.

You were overall having a bad day, with your crazy neighbour, with your exam, and also with the fact that no cab wanted to drive you home from the subway station. Not even the universe was gonna let you wallow in self-pity peacefully. As there were no other options, you decided to walk home.

The first thing you did upon reaching home was to stand outside your apartment’s balcony to smoke. You don’t do it often, but when the times are trying like these, you deserve at least one smoke.

It was only your second puff when you heard somebody whistling from above. You scrunched your nose in disgust, you hadn’t realised that you had catcallers in your apartment complex. Ultimately, you decided to ignore the whistles, but it was getting annoying. Sighing, you turned your body around so you could look up easier. Of course it was the same rude, shameless, FREAK of a neighbour.

“How’d you do? Your test?” He asked, quite loudly so you would be able to hear him. You decided to ignore him, his pretty face wasn’t enough to persuade you to converse with him. You heard him tutting in disbelief as you continued to ignore him, enjoying your smoke silently. “Oh, c’mon. I said I was sorry.” He continued, you could feel him burning holes into your skull and you sighed at that feeling.

“Don’t talk to me.” You answered without looking at him. You could hear him giggling slightly. “I’m Yeonjun, by the way.” You rolled your eyes upon hearing that. Rude, shameless, freak, and annoying. “I don’t care.” You replied. “Hey, look at me for a sec.” His voice had a faint of amusement as he talked to you, and it annoyed you even more. You continued to ignore him.

“In case you didn’t hear me, I said look at me for a sec!” Ignored. “Heeeeey!” Ignored. “Come onnnn!” Ignored. “Pleaseeeee? Pretty please?” Ignored. “Pretty please with cherries on top?” Ignored. “Aw, c’mon! Don’t be such a baby!”

You sighed as you turned around to face him once again. He was holding three bottles of soju, dangling them in his hands as you stared at him. You could use a drink, if you were being honest. “Come here if you want some.” He said it playfully, you hesitated for a moment, but you decided that there was no harm in coming over. “I’ll be there in a minute.” You announced.

Yeonjun chuckled, “how cute.”

It didn’t take long for you to reach his house, and it was already unlocked by the time you were there. Yeonjun was already seated in the living room. “This is my apology to you,” he explained, flashing you another one of his smiles. You hadn’t noticed it before, but he was extremely good looking. You looked around his house as you made your way to him.

You assumed that he probably has a girlfriend of sorts, his house was fairly neat — something you would never expect from a man living on his own. “Drink up…” he trailed off, waiting for you to introduce yourself. Your eyebrows raised as you took one bottle from the table, “Y/N.” You told him, before taking a huge sip of soju. “Y/N!” He cheered.

“I didn’t remember you looking this pretty last night. Shit, if I had known that you were this cute, I would’ve been way nicer to you.” He joked, throwing his head back as he sipped more from his own bottle. You frowned at his words, “so you were aware that you were being an asshole? And a douchebag?” He nodded shamelessly, when he noticed the evident frown on your face, he gave you a wink. “I wasn’t going to listen to you scolding me at three in the morning while being shirtless.” He added to his defense.

You rolled your eyes once more, you had preferred to focus on the drink rather than the man himself. You felt him scooting closer towards you, nudging you with his elbow. “Don’t be mad, I’m an even bigger douchebag once you get to know me!” He continued joking, giggling to himself like he’s the funniest person ever. He reached for the remote control for the TV to put something on for the two of you to watch.

“What do you feel like watching today?” He asked without sparing you a glance. You gave it a thought, you let out a giggle as you thought of a movie to watch. “Little Mermaid,” you told him, you were expecting him to judge and disagree, but he immediately put it on for the two of you to watch.

Yeonjun seemed to know some of the songs, confidently singing the parts that he knew. He was a strange man, you had to admit that. He seems to be fine with being shallow, he’s not scared to invite a random stranger to get drunk with him alone in his house, and now he’s singing to Disney movies. The fact that he had been vacuuming his floors and playing his guitar in the dead of night didn’t sound so weird anymore.

“So, what do you do Y/N? You’re a student?” He asked leaning against the sofa, his head casually falling onto your shoulder as he eyed you. You nodded, “I’m gonna graduate soon, and probably work some mundane fucking job.” He liked your answer, his face showed how amused he was. “Then don’t work! Do something you actually like.” He told you, but you couldn’t help but snicker at his response.

“I didn’t take you for an optimist, Yeonjun.” He jolted upon hearing you say that. “Optimist? I’m just rich. I don’t have to work like you,” he shrugged, he looked prideful as he told you that, obviously flaunting his wealth. “Prick.” You mumbled under your breath as you took a big sip of soju.

The two of you continued watching the movie and talking in between the scenes, you were curious about him. He was a huge asshole, but at the same time he wasn’t. He tries to console you when you share something about yourself like how you had probably flunked your tests, but then he would say something extremely self-absorbed it’ll leave you speechless.

He shared a lot about himself, but at the same time you felt like you still didn’t know who he was. You honestly couldn’t tell when he was joking and when he wasn’t. Perhaps it was the alcohol that was stopping you from fully understanding his character. Or perhaps he’s just a big asshole.

When the movie ended, Yeonjun was fairly disappointed upon realising that you were immediately going to leave, “are you leaving?” He asked, looking up at you as you sat up from the sofa. He looked like a puppy as he stared at you. You nodded, stretching a little after not moving for so long. He frowned as he made his way to the front door to see you out.

“Don’t you wanna stay?” Yeonjun continued asking despite you already having one foot out of his house. You stopped in your tracks as you looked at him. “No.” You deadpanned, before sliding your feet into your slippers. Yeonjun was a little taken aback by your answer, but he remained calm.

“Y/N, you’re so mean to me.” He told you as he watched you make your way to the stairway. You mouthed a half-hearted sorry as you continued to walk, “it’s kinda hot, actually. I like it!” He added, raising his voice a little higher so you would be able to hear him from the distance. Your body jolted as you immediately turned back to look at him, “what did you just say?”

Yeonjun gave you a wink, as he waved at you. “See you tomorrow.”

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get it right [c.y.j.]

Choi Yeonjun, the cute barista at your local café, just can't seem to get your name right. It's not until Christmas that he lets you know why.

➳ Characters: barista!Yeonjun x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: fluff, romance, uni au, café au

➳ Words: 1.8k

➳ Warning: mentions of food (let me know if there are more)

➳ A/N: This idea has been in the back of my mind for so long, but it wasn’t supposed to be Christmas-themed. I hope you enjoy it nevertheless! ❤️

Choi Yeonjun was a menace. An annoyingly handsome and a blushingly flirty menace. He was also the cute barista at the local café you frequented, and he just couldn't seem to get your name right whenever you ordered coffee to go. Sometimes your name was missing a few letters or the letters were switched, but there were times when the name scribbled down on the plastic paper wasn't even close to your name.

There was no way Yeonjun couldn't remember your name because you were a frequent customer, and because he actually initiated conversations with you while he was making your drink. Since you usually got yourself a coffee in the morning before you headed to uni to study at the library (because there was no way you could study in the dorms, your roommates weren’t exactly a fan of you studying so early in the morning), there weren't a lot of people coming into the café at such an early hour, but Yeonjun was always there. Since it wasn't peak time, he was the one who got and made your order, but in the afternoon, when there were a lot of visitors buzzing around, one barista received your order and another one made your drink.

You were in luck, it seemed, that you did have some time to speak to him while waiting for your drink because he was a fun company. Maybe a bit too flirty for his own good, but you guessed that he was like that with everyone else, too. Not until your best friend, Yoojung, actually went to your favourite café for the first time, did you dare to think otherwise.

"There's no way he's like that with everyone. You see, there were some girls in front of me outright telling him how handsome he is, and he didn't flirt back! Also, I got only a smiley beside my name on the cup," she reasoned as she held up her own cup of coffee, proving her point. "And you say that you have hearts beside your name. I don't think that's a coincidence," she pointed out with a mischievous smile as she smacked your side.

"No, how can it be? He can't even spell my name right," you shook your head, but you had to admit that you were less sure about being just an ordinary customer for the boy. Could it be that he liked you? No, no way. He was just so cool, friendly, easy-going and still caring, he must have liked similarly cool girls. Not that you had low self-esteem, it's just that you were more on the introverted side, you were sometimes searching for the right words to say, and you were blushing so hard whenever he complimented you, it was wild to imagine that he might like someone like you.

"Well, maybe he's doing it on purpose," Yoojung mused out loud, resting her head on her arms propped up on a pile of books. With her, a study session never stayed just a study session, and ever since you dared to bring up Yeonjun in your conversations, she was always waiting for the updates.

"What purpose?"

"I don't know. I don't get boys."

"But you have a boyfriend," you pointed out, and Yoojung couldn't help but laugh. Him and Hendery getting together was one of the surprises of last semester, but it's not like you couldn't see the sparks. It's just that your best friend was in denial about her feelings towards him, and she couldn't take the boy seriously either.

"Hendery is a different species," she rolled her eyes yet it was in an affectionate way, and there was a certain degree of gentleness in her tone.

"Anyways, let's get back to game theory," you suggested as you flipped a page in your textbook. Your best friend grunted in response.

"Aaah, your cute barista is waaaaay more interesting than game theory."

The next time you went to the café, you tried to see if something was different in the way Yeonjun acted with others and with you. However, due to the early hour, there was only a businessman in his 50s in front of you in the queue, and he didn't flirt with the man.

"Hey there, my favourite customer!" He greeted you gleefully though, and already got a plastic cup ready.

"Whose name you still can't spell right," you teased, but there was a smile in the corner of your lips. Yeonjun faked being hurt by your words and theatrically placed a hand over his heart.

"You're still my favourite customer though."

"Alright. I guess that counts."

"It does. Not even my friends can have this title," he explained with a mischievous smile as he leaned forward, lowering his voice as if it was a secret. Though you knew all too well that some of his friends didn't even drink coffee, there were some who attended universities far away from his workplace and the others didn't frequent the café as much as you did.

"Anyways, I'll take the usual," you let him know, trying to shush Yoojung's voice in your head.

"Cool. We have a buy one, get one free discount today, so you can have two. Will you take the same for the second?"

"Well, what's your favourite drink here?" You inquired, genuinely curious. It was no surprise that he already knew your order by heart because you ordered the same pretty much every single time you came here (even on days it wasn't his shift in the morning, but the other baristas didn't know your favourite order like he did). So you were actually interested in his preference.

"Hmm I like iced lattes, but it's getting colder these days, so I usually go for a caramel frappuccino with lots of whipped cream," he explained in his usual enthusiastic voice, and the simple joy of talking about his favourite drink (or rather, you asking about it) made you smile widely.

"Then, make me one of your recent favourite drinks," you decided, and he giddily got started on it while asking about your tests coming up. Winter break was only a few weeks away, so you had a lot of studying to do for your exams, but by waking up early and going to the library to study, you were already working on it.

When you got your order, both of the cups had your name misspelled, but both of the cups had little hearts on them, too. You cracked a smile before taking your usual order and pointing at the other one:

"It's for you. Hope you have a great day!" You wished with a wide smile, and before Yeonjun could protest, you were already outside of the café. Through the windows though, you could see the boy's face lighting up as he reached for the drink and took a sip from it, content.

Well, he always made your days, so it was time to pay him back.

Yoojung, as expected, faked gagging at your gesture towards the boy, but it seemed so right in the moment. Not to mention that your best friend was even more sure by now that the boy liked you, but you weren't that sure, and it would be awkward if you misread the signs because you were such a frequent visitor at the café.

However, as you neared winter break, and you talked about going home for the holidays, you couldn't help but notice Yeonjun's lips curling downwards. You asked if he was working during the winter break since you knew that he was from around here, and he said that he was off for one whole week, but he would get back to work afterwards.

"I might be meeting friends here in early January, so I might come by," you blurted out, and it seemed like such an unnecessary piece of information that you almost told him to forget about it. However, seeing the boy's bright eyes and insanely wide smile, you didn't mind doing so.

"Really? That's cool. I'll be here anyway, you know," he tried to shrug it off coolly, but he was fighting contentment painting his lips. He looked so happy, your heart did little somersaults at the sight.

"Can't let your favourite customer miss out on coming by for weeks," you joked around, and he joined you.

"Can't let you not have your daily dose of Choi Yeonjun," he winked at you before he turned around to reach for the milk bag, but as he was pouring it into your cup, he looked up, suddenly alarmed. "Wait, is this your last day before going home then?"

"Yeah, actually, it is," you nodded, and suddenly, you realised that you didn't know what to say or do. It's not a goodbye after all, is it? However, you were coming here almost every single day for the past few months, and Yeonjun had become such a solid part of your days that you had a feeling that you would miss this, that you would miss him.

"Oh, I see," Yeonjun mumbled, uncharacteristically solemn. You got a message on your phone at this time, so you looked at it, writing back to one of your group project partners, telling her that you would be at the library in 15 minutes.

When you put your phone back into your coat's pocket and you reached for your drink, you automatically took a sip of it. You let out a content hum and Yeonjun smiled affectionately.

"Merry Christmas! Don't miss me too much," he winked at you, dissolving the earlier serious atmosphere, and you smiled back at him, thankful and a bit bashful, too.

"Merry Christmas, Yeonjun!" You wished, albeit a bit bittersweet, and there was an odd feeling taking over you as you made your way outside of the café.

As you lifted the cup to your mouth, you noticed more words than just your name on the side of the cup, and you halted in your steps to get a full view of it.

"It's my number in case you miss me too much, y/n!

P.S.: I know your name, I just wanted to have a reason at all times to talk to you"

Smiling, you immediately typed the number into your phone, sending Yeonjun a message. He replied almost instantly, teasing you if you already missed him. To which, you said that maybe you did.

After that, there was nothing that could put an end to your texts, and soon enough, you found yourself on a date with him in January because Yoojung was right; Yeonjun truly did misspelled your name on purpose.

A/N: Merry Christmas, everyone! Even if you don’t celebrate it or don’t enjoy this time of the year for whatever reason, I hope this story could bring you some joy. ❤️

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Thank you so much for reading this story of mine! It means a lot to me. ❤️

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