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every single bitch who sent and paid for those funeral wreaths in front of sm when seunghan came back, you all have a special place in hell for hating on that man for doing nothing wrong

placing death wreaths is actually insane behavior

𝓜𝐒. & 𝐌𝐑. 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 ୨୧ 𝐏𝐒𝐇

(𝓹airing) — psh x fmr ꣑୧ 𝓯renemies to lovers ; fluff, profanity, & lots of kissing (𝔀ordcount) one-thousand five-hundred forty 𝓹eng's note. these pics. #iWantThat 𝓫ookshelf

𝓼ynopsis. seeing your ex in public leads to hiding in a small photobooth with your annoying student council vice president park sunghoon

“you’re late,” sunghoon says in the most agitating voice possible as you walk through the classroom door.

“i wouldn’t be late if you did your job,” you huff, walking right up to the desk he sat at and dropping the bags of decorations you had picked up from the party supplies store.

“hey! i said i would pick those up!” he says annoyed, sifting through everything you brought.

“mrs. kim said we needed them by today! why the fuck were you just sitting around?” 

“geez, loosen up,” the boy gets up from his seat, his tall body looming over yours. “let’s just go decorate the gym.”

the two of you split up the bags of party supplies and headed towards the gym where the rest of the council and student volunteers were waiting. 

setting up for the fundraiser was easy until you and sunghoon started yelling at each other over which color streamers should be used over the doorway. 

jake had to drag you away by the shoulders to come to help him with the balloons. sunghoon felt a bitter taste when he saw jake with his arm around your shoulder but decided to ignore it. 

“hoon,” jungwon calls out. “we’re out of balloons!”

“that’s why i should have bought the decorations…” sunghoon mutters under his breath before walking up to where you and jake were giggling. 

sunghoon walks up behind you and places a hand on your shoulder. “we have to go back to the store.” he whispers in your ear. 

you freeze at his touch but nod and say goodbye to jake. he lets go of you and the two of you walk out the exit leading to the parking lot.

the two of you get into sunghoon’s car and he drives off to the mall. 

there’s an awkward silence between the both of you, which you can’t decide if you like bantering with him over it. there’s so much tension due to sunghoon’s lingering touch from earlier.

once inside the mall, you quietly walked side by side into the automatic doors. 

only a few feet from the party supplies stores you halt. spotting your ex-boyfriend and old friend seemingly on a date.

“sunghoon,” you whisper, tapping on his shoulder. “do you see what i see?”

he rolls his eyes at you finally breaking the silence but then looks up to see for himself. once he does that the two seem to have had the same idea, making eye contact with the other.

“oh shit they saw us,” he panics, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the photo booth you were conveniently standing next to.   

the photo booth is small. way too small. sunghoon is already sitting as you uncomfortably sit on the ledge with your legs peeking out from the curtain. 

“get up,” he instructs. 

“what?” you raise an eyebrow. “i’m not letting them see me again! especially not with you!”

“i meant like come here,” sunghoon grabs you and settles you on his lap, so the both of you fit into the small space.

“oh my god, what if they come over here!” you panic resting your hands on his shoulders. “this is bad! especially since i’m with you of all people-”

“with me?” sunghoon questions. 

“well, like when we were dating, he always thought you had a crush on me, which isn’t impossible! i had to keep reassuring him but he never believed me! like me and you are barely even friends-” you ramble, balling sunghoon’s shirt in your fists as you freak out. 

“woah, calm down,” he tells you, prying your hands from his uniform so you don’t wrinkle it. “it’s not like they’ll come to talk to us.”

just as the words left his mouth the sound of two sets of footsteps were picked up by your ears. you started to become overwhelmingly nervous. it was the first time seeing your ex-boyfriend since the split and the fact your childhood best friend was on a date with him. 

even if you drifted, shouldn’t she have some sense of girl code?

“you’re shaking,” sunghoon stares at you. 

“no i’m not!” you shake your head, your heartbeat being undeniably fast. “but like i haven’t had a date since him and that’s kind of sad for me-”

“i swear i saw her,” the familiar voice of your old friend says, sounding so close. “it could have been anyone though.”

“no, i saw her and that motherfucker,” your ex hisses. 

“wow, i’m ‘motherfucker’,” sunghoon whispers, rolling his eyes.

“if he made a move on her i swear.”

“hey, i have an idea,” he says in your ear. 

sunghoon reaches for his phone out of his pocket, holding you close as he leans over slightly to pay the machine for a photo. the screen activates after processing his card and he selects a random frame. 

the camera starts going and you sit confused as sunghoon starts posing. you can’t help but watch him. he always looks pretty but you must admit he knows how to pose. 

you peek over to the curtain to see two pairs of legs standing outside the photo booth. you can only assume it’s them. 

“you weren’t looking in any of them,” sunghoon recalls, pressing print on the screen. 

“oh, sorry,” you turn your attention back to him. 

“it’s fine, let's do another one,” he says nonchalantly as he pays for another photo strip.

this time sunghoon shifts in his spot, making it so that your face can be seen on the screen without having to turn you around in his lap.

you awkwardly copy sunghoon’s poses until by the second to last picture you hear him again.

“that fucker is in the photo booth,” the male voice outside says, seeing as he drops the photo strip back into where it fell from. 

“come closer,” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“fine,” you lean onto him. “but don’t show my face too much. i’m not wearing concealer today.”

“you look just as pretty,” sunghoon leans closer so your lips barely brush the others. “maybe even prettier than usual.”

he brings his thumb to your bottom lip, gently stroking it before closing the gap. 

you hate to admit it but kissing sunghoon was everything you expected and more. you’ve caught yourself daydreaming about his lips on yours during one-on-one meetings in the conference room. when his hair is still damp from his after-shower practice and his face is still slightly flushed.

park sunghoon can make you mad, especially when he got secretary over you in freshman year. but you cannot deny that even when bitter about the council's choice you wanted to kiss that proud smile on his face. 

he made you mad when he stole your posters when you were running for secretary again the next year. but after he found you crying in the far stairwell he explained he only did that because he thinks you should run for president instead. sunghoon even pulled out another stack of flyers he made for you that he spent the whole night doing.

the sunghoon that got you both kicked out of a council meeting for arguing with each other is the same sunghoon with his lips molded perfectly against yours. 

the same boy that had you studying your ass off when class ranks came out, since he’s your only competition, is the same boy in front of you now with his lips locked on yours.

you start to feel dizzy by the decreased amount of air in your lungs by the minute but you can’t bring yourself to let go just yet. when you start seeing black specs dotting your vision you finally pull away to see a heavily panting sunghoon with a flushed face. 

“sorry,” sunghoon apologizes as he catches his breath.

your heart sinks. he only kissed you to distract you and probably so your ex will see the photos when they print.

“oh,” you fight the frown threatening to appear on your face. “it’s okay. he’s probably gone now.”

“i would have asked for your permission but you looked really stressed and i thought it would help you get your mind off your asshole ex.”

“thanks,” you say with a pout sunghoon finds adorable.

“you still seem sad,” he pokes at your sides, making you squirm in his hold. “maybe another kiss?”

“maybe,” you say shyly. 

sunghoon is out forty dollars by the time you and he are done kissing in the photo booth. he kept mindlessly swiping his card as his lips stayed on yours to prevent anyone from kicking you two out since you were there for a considerable amount of time.

you’re interrupted by sunghoon’s phone ringing profusely. 

“where are you two?” jungwon asks in a panic. “we need those balloons.”

“traffic,” sunghoon says as you plant a line of kisses down his neck, hands tangled in the hair at his nape.

“hurry up,” jungwon advises him.

you and sunghoon return to school an hour and a half after you originally left. with a bag of balloons and a stack of photo strips. most of them capturing purely just of you two making out.

when stepping foot in the gym and you go over to hand jungwon the balloons he so desperately needed. he quickly notices the matching hickeys forming on both your necks and how disheveled your uniforms and hair appear.

“traffic huh?” jungwon asks as his eyes flicker between both of you.

"lots," you nod as you walk away to help minjeong tie balloons.

mesmerizing gyu

I WANNA BE YOURS ˒˒ 최연준͏ ▸ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗰𝗲𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

after confessing your feelings and not getting the reaction you hoped for, you decided to cut contact and avoid yeonjun. the only thing is that he refuses to let you go that easily and is determined to show you that your two worlds can collide.

pairing ⸝⸝ choi yeonjun 𝑥 fem!reader 𓄵 𝓯eat. ꔛ 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦!𝘣𝘦𝘰𝘮𝘨𝘺𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘥!𝘵𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯

genre ⋆ 📓 ⸝⸝ secret friends with benefits to ??? to lovers, angst, smut, secret relationship, opposites attract, punk!yeonjun, nerd!reader, reader wears glasses, punk x nerd trope, some bad boy x good girl trope, slice of life, college au

warnings ⸝⸝ heartbreak, unprotected sex, soft dom!yeonjun, kinda service!top yeonjun, heavy praise kink, marking, petnames (baby, sweetheart, good girl, babygirl), creampie, multiple orgasms, a lot more desperation and neediness lmao, pussy drunk!yeonjun, body worship, clit stimulation, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, dirty talk, some aftercare

kipo’s note ⸝⸝ hehe here’s part two finally for everybody who wanted it for ceilings!! this is inspired by the songs i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys and corner by sace6!! made it extra angsty for you guys since i know you all like the pain (me too) :3 hehe i hope that you like it as much as part one and that the ending is satisfying! (ʃƪ〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)♡ enjoy my loves!!!

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you have been ignoring choi yeonjun, you can finally admit to it now. for a week you’ve been dodging him if you even caught a glimpse of his orange hair with blonde streaks.

you knew it was ridiculous, but how could you ever face him with what happened in your room the last time you saw him? the answer: you don’t face him at all.

of course he noticed, you were now actively avoiding him and not trying to hide it anymore. if you happened to be quickly scurrying past him to get to where you needed to be—which for the past week he always made sure to be near—you could feel his heavy gaze linger on you. yet, he hasn’t stopped by your room at all or even sent you a quick text.

there was now this… awkward tension between the two of you. tension that clearly neither of you knew how to address. and you could see it in his eyes, he wanted to say something to you so desperately, but he kept his mouth shut. and so did you. at this point, you were content in never opening your mouth again.

it’s gotten to the point where even his friends have been questioning him.

“do you know her? why are you staring at her so much?” they would ask him. his answer was always the same variation of this reply: “i’ve seen her around a couple times. we have some classes together.” followed by some lie he quickly made up off the top of his head to explain why his eyes were on you. never the truth.

the fact of the matter is that he doesn’t feel the same way about you, so what’s the point in continuing this secret relationship the two of you have? you were in love with him, but he wasn’t in love with you. two puzzle pieces from two seperate boards—you’d never go together. the two of you should just part ways now while everything was all out on the table.

it was a mistake, confessing your feelings for him, but there was nothing you could do about it now but pretend it never happened. and pretend that you never got involved with choi yeonjun.

you pulled the turtleneck further up your neck as you ducked next to where the outside water fountains were, chest rising heavily as your eyes darted to the side. you hoped yeonjun didn’t see you. sighing to yourself softly, you pulled your phone out and checked the love bites on your neck. they were almost faded now, but every time you looked at them you can’t help but think of that night and a sharp pain erupts in your chest.

you moved to leave before you were suddenly cornered against the brick wall of the campus building you ducked behind. you smelt his familiar cologne before you saw his face and dyed hair. “we have to talk. you can’t keep avoiding me.”

your heartbeat suddenly picked up and you quickly swallowed down the lump forming in your throat. “we have nothing to talk about,” you replied, eyes locked on the band tee he was wearing.

it was a lie, you knew that. you knew that at some point the two of you had to talk about your confession, but you desperately wished he would just let it go and pretend like it never happened like you were.

“don’t bullshit me, y/n,” yeonjun countered, leaning into your ear.

you eyes traveled up to the skull necklace you have gifted him. slight surprise coursed through you at the fact that he still wore it—at the fact that he wore it at all. your eyes then locked on his and you gathered all the firmness you could to add to your stare.

“you clearly don’t feel the same way that i do, yeonjun. let’s just leave it at that.” as you spoke, a small group of students passed by the corner you both were tucked in. yeonjun frantically backed away from you and checked your surroundings, eyes darting from place to place.

you scoffed to yourself. how ridiculous. “you don’t even want to be seen in public with me,” you continued, deep hurt creeping in the edges of your voice.

yeonjun’s eyes darted back to yours and he quickly stepped towards you. “it’s complicated,” he said.

“it’s… complicated...” you shook your head at him in disbelief as you slowly repeated his words, words growing in volume as you went on. “it isn’t, yeonjun. it really isn’t. trigonometry is complicated, this is—”

“i want to be with you,” he interrupted, voice just above a whisper, and grabbed your hands in his. yeonjun’s face was pleading, and almost desperate, but you were done. you were done being second choice to whatever he put ahead of you.

for months you were with him in the four corners of your room and you didn’t share a single complaint as long as the two of you were together. but now that he didn’t even want to be seen with you where others could possibly see, you were done.

you snatched your hands from his and yeonjun’s eyebrows shot up. “in secret! without any strings attached—but i can’t keep doing this with you. i can’t be with someone who only wants to be with me in private, who doesn’t want to be with me at all. i won’t allow myself.”

as you were pouring your everything onto the floor in front of yeonjun, you watched as he still glanced around the two of you, making sure that nobody was listening to your words. in real time, you felt your heart crack and shatter into a million pieces. all you could do was sigh defeatedly.

you turned towards the building you were originally heading for, no doubt late for the class you were supposed to be at, and began walking off. you felt yeonjun’s hand wrap around your wrist and pull you back.

your mouth opened in protest but the sound was quickly smothered as his lips smashed onto yours. you froze, heartbeat racing even further. hate sunk deep into the pit of your stomach. you hated how you melted into his touch and how your heart beat so fast it felt like it might explode. you hated how good his lips felt on yours—how familiar they felt and how much you missed the feeling.

you pushed him away from you, shock clear on your face as you looked up at him. in the seconds it took you to register that he just kissed you again for the first time after a week, your eyes darted to the side. to the completely empty campus. not a soul could be seen for miles. you looked back at him.

tears sprang to your eyes and this time you couldn’t stop the ones that managed to escape in his presence. you shook your head once again. “it’s over, yeonjun.” you broke free of him, hurt now showing through full force in your voice. “whatever we had… it’s over.”

you walked off, leaving his frozen figure behind you.

pushing your textbooks to the side, you sighed heavily to yourself. no matter what you did, you couldn’t focus—and that was unusual for you when it came to your studies. exams were just around the corner and you couldn’t afford to be distracted.

you removed your glasses and pinched the bridge of your nose. the only thing that stuck in your mind was your last conversation with yeonjun. slumping down onto the table in front of you, you looked around at the quiet library. you just couldn’t understand it.

did the opinions of his friends and strangers really matter that much to him? were you really not enough for him that he just had to keep you secret? what was it? yeonjun claimed that he wanted the two of you together, but he hesitates at the two of you being seen in public together. it made your mind twist and run in circles trying to figure it all out.

if he just wanted to be friends with benefits, why not find someone else? he could’ve saved you both the trouble. and you were sure there would be people jumping at the opportunity of that kind of relationship with him—but, not you.

you put your glasses back on as you sighed again. you hated to think it, but you couldn’t help the thoughts that ran through your head. what could you do to be enough for him?

how could you change yourself so that he wasn’t ashamed to be with you?

did you have to dye your hair a bright color? get rid of your argyle sweaters and longer-length skirts and instead wear darker clothes, more shorter skirts, and listen to the same rock music that he did? sport the frilly black dresses or the tighter, more vibrant clothing his female friends did? be more opinionated and vulgar and really speak your mind? 

it was clear that you weren’t retaining any information from your textbooks. you started to pack up, returning books back to where you found them and putting your notebooks back in your bag. you thought over every interaction you’ve ever had with yeonjun; how every moment led you to where the two of you were now. you could only think of one thing.

maybe you and yeonjun were two puzzle pieces from two seperate boards—and maybe you were trying too hard to force yourselves to fit together. maybe doing so has pushed you and yeonjun into a corner that neither of you knew how to get out of now.

without realizing the time, night had fallen around you and you stepped out into the coldness of the outside world. you looked up towards the starless sky.

perhaps the two of you should just stick to what you both know, instead of trying to go outside of the box.

yeonjun twirled the small skull necklace that you had gifted him between his fingers as he zoned out from the conversation his friends were having. he thought back to that night almost two weeks ago now, how you basically confessed that you were in love with him in your room. it still caught him off guard.

at first he thought that you were joking, until your heavy silence followed immediately after. he wanted to go back and say something other than what he did—wanted to kick himself for hesitating. yeonjun wanted to kick himself now for still hesitating.

he wasn’t exactly sure how to describe the feelings he felt for you, this whole thing was new to him. yeonjun didn’t do relationships. but, it was clear that you did. and he wanted you.

yeonjun wasn’t the flashy type or the openly affectionate type either. he honestly wasn’t sure that he could give you what you so desperately wanted from him. yet, he just couldn’t seem to let go of you either. was it selfish? yes. but, yeonjun didn’t care. not when you were slipping from his grasp.

with the other girls he’s been with it was easy. they never fell for him or expected more than the physical relationship that he had with them. they all knew what they were getting and took it at face value for what it was. but you were different—and he was different with you. yeonjun couldn’t explain to himself what set you apart, there was just something about you. all he knew was that he liked the change. he liked the different relationship the two of you had, and he was willing to do anything to keep it.

yeonjun just so happened to glance up as you were scurrying across the campus yard a couple feet away from him. he saw the way that you tried to avoid his stare, but still snuck the quickest of looks in his direction, trying to disguise it as you pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose. the corners of his lips rose the slightest bit. he had to talk to you again, make you see that calling off what the two of you had was the wrong choice.

a finger snapped in his face and his eyes focused back to his friends. “where has your head been at lately?” his friend, beomgyu, asked. he turned, his long brown hair falling into his eyes as he followed yeonjun’s gaze, “and what is it with you and that girl?”

yeonjun straightened as he tore his gaze away from you and brought beomgyu’s attention back to him. “nothing, i was just zoned out.” he purposefully ignored beomgyu’s second question.

beomgyu thankfully turned back to him, his eyes now focusing on something else entirely. “where did you get that necklace? you’ve never worn one before that.”

“uh, i don’t know? some random store i was getting clothes from, it caught my eye—why are you asking me so many questions? mind your business.” he dropped the necklace from his fingers. yeonjun didn’t have time to explain something he wasn’t quite sure of himself, not when he had to catch up to you. “i gotta go,” yeonjun quickly added, pushing away from his group of friends as he jogged in the direction you went in.

behind him, he heard beomgyu say to his other friends, “you think him and that girl are involved?” another one of his friends’ voices piped up. “the nerd? definitely not. she’s not his type.”

“i don’t know…” beomgyu trailed, “they would look cute together. there’s gotta be something happening at the very least.”

thankfully you hadn’t gone that far and yeonjun was able to catch up to you easily. he grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from prying eyes and somewhere more private. you turned in his grasp, looking up at him with an almost defeated and annoyed look.

“this can’t be over,” he started. you looked around before turning to walk away, but not before yeonjun held your wrist again, keeping you in place. “tell me what to do to fix this—help me fix this.”

yeonjun was kicking himself again for not knowing the words to express what he wanted to say. suddenly all the vocabulary he’d ever fucking learned disappears when he tries to talk to you and he ends up a bumbling mess.

“help you fix this?” you repeated.

yeonjun nodded, “yes. i wanna be with you—i wanna be yours. if you want a relationship, then we can have one.”

you tilted your head to the side and adjusted your glasses as you looked at him. “so if i were to go up to your friends with you right now and introduce myself as your girlfriend you wouldn’t have a problem with it?” you asked him, glancing back to the direction yeonjun came from mere moments before. yeonjun hesitated, stammering over his words. his tongue felt too heavy in his mouth.

you just scoffed to yourself at him. “you still don’t get it,” you said. “i don’t want to be another girl that you hook up with—another girl that you like. i want to be the girl that you like. i want to be more.”

hatred bubbled up inside you and threatened to spill over at the fact that you were still in love with him. at the fact that you were still wrapped around his finger to the point that you almost jumped at the opportunity of a relationship. yeonjun was just saying that to appease you—to get you naked and under him again and have things return to the way they were before.

resentment started to build towards yeonjun at the secrecy. it was a lot easier to blame him for how your relationship went up in flames instead of how flawed it was to begin with. besides, it felt good to restrict yourself from him—to have him stare at you as you passed while you ignored him instead, even if you still missed him and his touch.

you knew that this was all doing more harm than good, but right now you just couldn’t seem to care. maybe yeonjun’s attitude was finally starting to rub off on you and he was getting a taste of his own medicine.

yeonjun’s brows knitted together at your words. “you are the girl that i like,” he said, “there’s nobody else but you.”

you stared at him for a moment in silence. in a melancholic voice you asked, “why do you like me?”

yeonjun could feel you drifting further and further away from him and he didn’t like it. he wanted to pin you to his chest so that you always stayed close—like the necklace around his neck you gave him. his mind raced and there felt like there was sand in his mouth as he raced against the hourglass of time that the two of you had left—and still, he came up empty once again.

it wasn’t that he didn’t have any reasons for liking you—he had plenty—it was just that there were so many that his brain short-circuited. if you just gave him the time and a pen and paper he could make whole novels. but time was running out and yeonjun watched as your face fell more and more the longer the seconds ticked by.

“because of the sex?” you asked, voice raising. yeonjun looked around the two of you before sighing and cupping your face with his hands as he shook his head. something inside him cracked at the way your eyes started to become glassy. “does the thrill of you sneaking into my window at night knowing that nobody would ever expect the two of us together excite you?” you continued. “genuinely, what is it, yeonjun? help me understand.”

glassy tears fell down your cheeks and yeonjun felt himself shatter. he tried to pull you closer to him, to comfort you, but you pushed him away. you shook your head as your gaze dropped to the ground. “you really know how to break my heart in two, don’t you?” you asked in a small voice as you looked up at him, completely defeated.

you turned and moved to leave. yeonjun tried to grab your hand, but the only thing he was able to grasp was the fleeting touch of your fingertips against his as you got further away from him. he stood completely rooted to the spot you left him in, frozen, as he watched you disappear.

suddenly everything yeonjun wanted to say to you crashed into him like a wave, but he was too late. he twisted towards the trash can next to him and gave it an angry and harsh kick, causing it to fly across the grass. students passing by jumped at the sudden noise and looked yeonjun’s way, but he couldn’t care less.

yeonjun buried his head in his hands and pulled at the tips of his hair. “fuck!” he yelled, running his hands messily through his hair. he looked up and saw a couple of students looking at him. “what the fuck are you looking at?” he angrily called out to them as he briskly walked away.

whether you intended to or not, you started to change yourself. your sweaters got darker, your skirts got shorter, and you even started to put on a hint of eyeliner before leaving. when you looked at yourself in the mirror it almost felt like there was a stranger staring back; it was you but it wasn’t at the same time. like you were wearing a cheap costume and pretending to be something that you weren’t.

you withdrawled more and more into yourself, only really emerging to take your exams and to study. you felt so bleak that even the darkness of your clothes didn’t light a match onto the way you felt inside. even your friends started to notice.

“so is this a new look you’re going for?” taehyun asked, his eyes looking over you. you shrugged and finished writing the sentence you were writing in your notebook. “i never even seen you wear black before and… is—is that eyeliner?” he added, moving closer to you until you were face to face.

you made a face and pushed him away. “it’s makeup and clothes, why does it matter to you?” you bit back, tone sharp. you didn’t mean to be so snappy with taehyun, it seemed you haven’t had the patience lately. you shifted in your seat, adjusting your skirt and sweater. the weather was getting colder during the daytime, so you decided to wear some black tights and boots.

taehyun just gave you a look, “you don’t seem yourself—you haven’t been yourself, y/n. what’s going on with you?” you looked back at him with a glare, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

scoffing, you hurriedly threw your things back into your bag. “nothing,” you pushed out, “i am completely myself. just because i wear different clothes and makeup from time to time doesn’t mean i’m not myself.” you stood from the table and threw your bag over your shoulders.

adjusting your skirt again, you swirled to where taehyun still sat, a shocked expression on his face from your outburst. “maybe you should learn to not stick your nose into other people’s business.” with that, you stormed out of the student lounge.

you were heading towards the library to continue studying when your phone buzzed. you fished it from your bag, seeing what it was from. you stopped dead in your tracks right in the middle of the sidewalk. it was yeonjun.

the wall you had painstakingly built up around you started to crack as you read his incoming messages and you felt your knees start to get weak. you were doing so well ignoring and avoiding him, how could you let a simple text from him have all of it come crashing down?

yeonjun: baby. yeonjun: i really need to talk to you.

you have come so far with shutting him out of your heart, yet one little message has all of your love for him flood back into you. why now? it’s been weeks, you were finally starting to try to move on; why would he make you love him again?

it was enough to feel his eyes on you—always on you, no matter where you went anywhere in his presence. you could almost hear his voice in your head with the way he radiated onto you. you knew he wanted to talk to you again, but he held back. it angered you. for once you just wanted him to spit it out, spit out the words hiding behind his tongue instead of always holding back.

you wanted him to fight for you, to show you that he cares about you—you, and not just what you could offer him. not your help with his studies, not the excitement he got from sneaking around with you, and not the sex. you wanted him to hold you like he never wanted to let you go ever again. and if you tried hard enough, you could almost feel his skin on yours again—and damn if you didn’t miss it all.

you heaved in a shaky breath as you stared at the messages. with another shaky breath, you pushed your phone back into your bag and kept walking to the library.

another starless night greeted you as you finished all the work you needed to do today. the cold air nipped at your cheeks and you made your way through the quiet streets back to your apartment.

you pushed open your front door, thankful to finally be home and take some of the stress off your back. you dropped your bag near the entrance and made your way to your room so you could shower the day away.

opening your bedroom door, you froze in complete shock. yeonjun sat on your floor, his back pressed up against the bottom edge of your bed as he idly flipped through one of your textbooks. he looked up at your entrance and his eyes immediately flicked over you. yeonjun flipped the textbook closed without looking at it and tossed it to the side as he stood.

you inhaled sharply, your brows drawing together. mentally, you cursed yourself for stupidly forgetting to lock your window. it’s been unlocked for yeonjun for so long now that you completely forgot about it. you stumbled over your words as yeonjun took a step closer to you. “w-what the fuck?” you murmured.

yeonjun raised a brow at your words.

he took another step towards you and his eyes trailed along your body, taking in every inch of you. “you look… different,” yeonjun said, his eyes finally meeting yours. it almost made you collapse. “it seems like i’m finally rubbing off on you.”

you swallowed the lump in your throat as you stepped into the room. you moved to your dresser and began taking out some pajamas, turning your back towards yeonjun so he didn’t see the way you hands shook. “why are you here?” you spoke. your mouth felt dry and your voice came out almost hoarse.

behind you, you heard yeonjun’s footsteps move closer to you. “i needed to see you,” he replied. “hear your voice again… i missed you.”

when you didn’t respond, yeonjun gently grabbed your arm. sparks exploded from his touch and your heart rate picked up. you sat the clothes on the top of your dresser and tightened your hands into fists. “talk to me, baby. we can’t keep just passing by each other like we don’t know one another,” yeonjun added, his voice low in the quiet room.

you turned to face him, your face full of anger. “what? now it’s too much when i ignore you but it wasn’t when you were ignoring me?” you pushed him away from you and moved towards where your desk was to get away from him. “now that you’re getting a taste of how i feel, it's bitter, huh? it’s rotting you to the core, isn’t it?” you added sarcastically.

yeonjun looked at you from across the room, “it is. it fucking is and it sucks and i’m sorry. i never knew you felt this way. if i did, i never would’ve put you through it.” yeonjun took a couple steps towards you and you held out a hand to stop him. “but, i know now. i know now and i’ll make a million promises to never put you through it again.” you scoffed.

“you bring out the best in me,” yeonjun said, running a hand through his faded dyed hair. “we bring out the best in each other, you know that. and this… this isn’t you, y/n.”

you rose your chin slightly in defiance. “and what if this is me?” you countered. “don’t you like it?”

yeonjun hummed and for a moment he was quiet. you could see the gears turning and turning in his head as he took in your appearance once again, making his way closer and closer to you until he stood mere inches away from you. you watched as his eyes dragged up your body before finally connecting with yours once more. “i like the real you,” yeonjun said.

your little defiant act fell flat and you looked away from him, licking your lips.

“i like your preppy looking clothes and how it makes you light up a room. i like the way your glasses fall down when you’re focusing on something too hard to notice and i have to adjust them for you—i like how you don’t even notice that i do it sometimes.” yeonjun took a small step towards you and your breath hitched. he reached forward and adjusted your glasses for you.

the tips of his fingers grazed over your cheek and you felt the fire light underneath you, making heat spread all throughout your body. you looked at him again, his eyes boring into yours and softening at your gaze. without realizing it, you leaned into his touch.

yeonjun continued, the pad of his thumb dragging along your chin. “i like how soft your skin is, and the way it feels against mine. i like the way i can feel your body heat up like a crackling fire when i touch you and how your heart thumps out of your skin. i like feeling you close to me.” he then closed the distance between the two of you so that you were now pressed close to him.

the heat of his body thawed you completely; crumbled down the walls you built and forced out the feelings you desperately tried to hide. yeonjun took in every inch of your face, like it was one he hasn’t seen for centuries, as he spoke, “i like how when we’re apart, i crave you. i like the way my body reacts to yours everytime you’re near. it’s like you send a shockwave through me and every fiber of my being is alight; like i finally see clearly—and all i want to look at is you. i didn’t understand what it all meant, why you felt so different—why i felt so different, but i do now. i like who i am when i’m with you.”

his lips brushed at the shell of your ear, “i like that we’re different. i like that we drive each other crazy, because then it means that we care about each other. i like you. not some other girl, not this version of you that you think i’d like—you.” yeonjun’s lips were feather-light across your jaw. he was so close to you that if you were to lean forward the slightest bit, your lips would meet. “enough with all of this. let me feel you again.”

yeonjun pressed his lips to your in the most searing kiss you’ve ever had in your life. like you were the flint and he was the steel and your kiss was the spark that set everything ablaze. you let out a small gasp against his lips from the heat of it all. it felt so surreal, like watching lightning strike across the night sky and making it almost seem like day. the more your lips moved in sync, the more lightning there was, the more the sky brightened until it was an electrifying battle between night and day.

your hands moved up yeonjun’s chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you even closer. if your hands weren’t in the way, you were sure that your rapid heartbeats would be in perfect sync, too. if your kiss was the lightning, your hearts were the booming thunder, demanding to be heard—demanding to be felt.

after the two of you were fighting for oxygen in your deprived lungs, you pulled away just the slightest bit to gulp in heavy breaths. with the last strength inside you, you pushed at yeonjun’s chest and turned your head to the side. he didn’t move far, his grip around your waist refusing to be broken. you could feel his confusion and he pressed a light kiss to your burning cheek.

you turned your gaze to your ceiling, the ceiling that you’ve spent so many days staring at and daydreaming about a relationship that you didn’t have. even with yeonjun’s words, it all still felt too good to be true. it felt like if you were to look over at your bed, you would see yourself laying there, eyes on the ceiling, lost in the world you have created.

storm clouds drifted over you. what if he was only saying what you wanted to hear? what he needed to say to you so you’d lay yourself completely bare in front of him again. you didn’t think you could have the stars come crashing down around you again if you let yourself let yeonjun hang them in the sky for you.

you dragged your gaze from your ceiling back to yeonjun’s confused stare. a pained expression flickered across your face and you tried to hide it the best you could. you swallowed, and barely above a whisper you said, “if you just want some girl to fuck, find someone else.”

you tried to push him away more, but the more you pushed, the more he pulled you back into him. until your chest was up against his and you were flush against his body—and still, he pulled you closer; like the slightest leeway between you two would destroy him. like if he didn’t hold you close you would disappear. you felt the way his heartbeat picked up even more and saw the desperation appear in his eyes as his brows knitted together and he shook his head.

“it’s not like that and you know it,” yeonjun said, his voice matching the tone of yours. “i don’t want to fuck just any girl, i want to fuck you.”

ever vulgar, yeonjun’s words, but you knew deep down that he meant what he said. and you knew that he wasn’t just talking about the sex. his fingers wandered up your sides, cautiously exploring your body on their own accord. your eyes fluttered shut briefly as you inhaled deeply. “i want to feel you, be with you,” yeonjun continued.

yeonjun caught your lips in another kiss and this time you couldn’t stop yourself from melting into his touch. you felt his need through the kiss and you were sure he could feel yours, too. the two of you stumbled backwards a couple steps and you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself stable, your lips never leaving his. his tongue slipped into your mouth and danced with yours.

the clouds parted and one by one stars started to twinkle in the night sky. no longer were your skies starless. it was all too much all at once and you tore yourself away from yeonjun, shaking your head. “i can’t…” you whispered, breath haggard, “i can’t keep doing this with you. not after everything.”

yeonjun cupped your face so you would look at him again. tears welled up in your eyes and you were just so overwhelmed. you didn’t know what to do, didn’t know if you could put your love somewhere where it could be shattered again. not after you were still picking up all of the pieces of your heart.

“so let me take the lead,” yeonjun said. “let me show you how much i want you. how much i need you.”

his lips were on yours again as he backed you up towards your bed. the back of your knees hit the edge and you fell down onto it, looking up at yeonjun with a melodramatic stare. he kicked off his boots and shrugged off the black leather jacket he wore, letting it fall to a heap on your floor. yeonjun then grabbed the bottom hem of your black, argyle sweater and pulled it off of you, tossing it to the side next to where his jacket laid.

“i really do like you, you know that right?” he asked you as he stripped off one of his various band tees that he wore. you nodded and yeonjun nodded along with you. his fingers hooked under your skirt, “yeah? good.”

in one swift motion he pulled off your skirt, tights, and your panties underneath, tossing them carelessly to the side by the rest of your clothes. you were only left in your bra as you crawled backwards up your bed.

yeonjun slowly unbuckled the belt in his jeans. “you really like me?” you asked shyly, pressing your legs together and leaning them to the side. the corners of yeonjun’s lips rose. his eyes sparkled in the low lamplight and it made the smudged eyeliner around his eyes appear darker. “of course i do, babygirl.”

his voice was full of amusement, like you just asked him if the sky was blue. heat flushed your face and pooled at the pit in your stomach. you suppose it was a silly question, considering all that he said to you tonight.

yeonjun pulled down his black jeans, exposing the large bulge in his boxers. “i like like you, sweetheart. i think i’ve made that pretty obvious tonight.”

you inhaled sharply, your eyes trailing over him and the articles of clothing that kept disappearing from his body. he pushed down his boxers and his large cock sprang free, precum already glittering from the slit. he looked back up at you and your heart stopped.

yeonjun got up onto the bed and moved toward you until you were caged beneath his body. he reached behind you and stripped off your bra, lips hovering over your exposed breasts. you felt his warm breath against your skin and shivered.

“i can spend the whole night listing off every little thing i like about you,” he said in a low voice that your ears just managed to catch through the ringing in your ears. yeonjun pressed chaste kisses from your breasts, to your chest, and all the way up to where he placed a kiss on your lips. “but i’d rather just show you instead, don’t you think?”

he dipped his head into the crook of your neck while his hands trailed down your body. you pulsated with need and desire for him, and your hands splayed across his back and pulled him closer. yeonjun chuckled lowly, the vibrations sending waves throughout your body. his hand moved between your legs and spread your wetness throughout your folds before his thumb rubbed circles into your clit.

you gasped, clutching tighter to him as your back arched. yeonjun pulled away from your neck, his thumb still drawing circles, as he looked at you through his dyed hair. you caught sight of the small skull necklace you gave him resting against his collarbones. even after everything, he never took it off. you swallowed thickly and nodded at his previous question.

yeonjun’s lips brushed against yours and he pushed you back onto the bed so that he hovered over you. the necklace you gave him dangled right beneath your lips and every so often you could feel the cold metal against them. yeonjun’s head tilted to the side, “do you want me to list everything, or do you want me to fuck you instead?”

your mouth opened but no words came out, only a small moan as your hips lifted towards his hand. yeonjun hummed, stopping his movements and you almost whined at the loss of friction. “what’s it gonna be?” he asked, pretty lips attaching to your neck with open-mouthed kisses before nipping at the soft skin to leave marks in his wake.

“p-please,” you begged, lifting your hips towards his hand again in a desperate attempt for friction. “please fuck me.”

yeonjun smiled against your skin and his thumb finally continued to circle the sensitive nub. you whimpered at the sudden contact, wrapping your legs around his waist. “good girl,” yeonjun praised. he reached for one of your pillows and had you lift your hips so he could place it under them.

he grabbed his cock, stroking it along your wet folds. “because tonight, you’re all mine. and i like keeping you all to myself. i don’t like sharing.”

yeonjun pushed into you with a low grunt and you swear you felt him deeper than you ever have before. you gasped loudly at how you could feel all of him inside you and how full it made you feel. it felt like the two of you finally fit together—no longer were you both forcing each other into a board you didn’t belong to. now, there was a whole new puzzle board, one to which you both belonged.

with a slow starting pace, yeonjun thrusted into you. “how’s that, baby? does that feel good?” the wet sound of his cock dragging in and out of you and the slight slap of skin hitting skin put you in a frenzy and turned you on even more. you moaned loudly as you nodded.

“you’re taking me so well,” yeonjun said, hands grabbing your hips and pushing them down into the pillow. he increased his pace, the lewd sounds growing louder with every thrust. “gonna fuck your pretty pussy full of my cum and make you feel so good you’ll be crying my name for the rest of the month.”

his hands on your hips prevented you from rolling them up towards him, but it didn’t stop the way you back arched off your sheets. loud moans fell from your parted lips and yeonjun leaned down you kiss you, cock still thrusting into you. you moaned against his mouth from the waves of pleasure coursing through your body. “don’t stop,” you breathed, arms wrapping around his neck.

“trust me, i don’t intend to,” yeonjun said huskily. a moan parted from him and you could feel the rope in your stomach tighten. “your pretty little pussy is gonna stay wrapped around my cock all night.”

you hands pulled at the tips of his hair as you clenched down hard against him. yeonjun pulled away from your lips, a whimper leaving his mouth as he looked down between your bodies. “fuck,” he muttered in a low whine and his hands moved up your body and to your breasts. he grabbed at them as you rocked your hips upwards.

you were a whimpering mess underneath him, and if he wasn’t making you feel so good right now you’d be a bit embarrassed by how desperate you felt clawing at his skin and pulling at his hair. your body moved on it’s own as you tried to gain the most pleasure that you possibly could. your head dug into your pillow and your back arched so high that there was no need for the pillow underneath your hips because you were practically floating. 

“please…” you trailed, eyes rolling backwards briefly as heavy breaths pushed past your lips. you were so, so close. you felt so good that you could see stars again.

“shh, shh, shh,” yeonjun shushed you, his face in your neck leaving soft kisses. “i got you, baby. just let go.”

with one perfectly timed roll of your hips your body shook as the rope inside you snapped. you cried out as your release started to pour out of you and leave a white ring around yeonjun’s cock. he groaned at the sight, still thrusting into you, and your body felt limp and heavy. you started to squirm and yeonjun moved your legs from his waist and pinned them to your chest.

“shit, look at how pretty,” he almost laughed as he watched his cock disappear inside of you and reappear covered in cum. “and it’s all for me. my good girl, you made such a mess.”

your skin slapping against his, sticky with cum, sent you over the edge. you were torn between wanting more of him and wanting to push him away from all the overstimulation. it was all too much and you dug your fingers into your blanket. “jjunie,” you cried out in a gasp, your tongue heavy in your mouth, “c-can’t…”

yeonjun fucked deeper into you, amazed at your glistening pussy and your arousal for him. he hit just the right place that had you crying out more for him. he firmly held onto the back of your knees that were pressed to your chest as he trailed his gaze up your body. “just a little more, sweetheart. you can handle it.”

he threw his head back, his eyes fluttering closed, as he completely lost himself in you. you were taking him so good he never wanted to leave. all he wanted was to keep you like this, his hard cock buried deep inside of you as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from your shaking body. he wanted to fill you up with so much of his cum that it flowed like a river out of you when he did finally pull himself out. you were everything he wanted—everything he needed, and more. and he never wanted to let you go ever again.

yeonjun buried himself completely inside you, barely pulling out before trying to bury himself deeper into you. he moaned loudly as he looked down at your spent body, you were fucked out of you pretty little mind and he was close to it. white ropes of cum shot inside you until it had no choice but to squeeze out from around yeonjun’s thick cock. yeonjun blissfully exhaled, his firm grip on you loosening.

leaning towards you, he fixed your crooked and slightly fogged up glasses that fell down your nose bridge. yeonjun’s chest rose and fell heavily as he smiled at you, kissing you deeply. “good, babygirl. you did very good for me,” he murmured before pressing his lips to the sensitive marks he left on your skin. you felt his smile when you shivered slightly. “do you feel good?”

you felt as he shallowly thrusted into you, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot again. your voice caught in your throat as you clung to him and nodded. you felt your legs shake even more. yeonjun just chuckled, his nose dragging along your jaw before he pulled away. “good. let me make you feel even better.”

yeonjun slowly pulled out of you, watching the way his cum spilled out of your spent cunt and down the curve of your ass. he took his thumb and pushed it back into you, eyes twinkling. you whined from his actions and squirmed to the side but yeonjun held you in place.

suddenly, he buried two of his fingers into you. you gasped, “can’t t-take anymore!” your eyes screwed shut. yeonjun pumped his fingers inside you at a rapid pace and held your body in place with his other hand. “do you want me to stop?” he asked as his fingers curled inside you.

you cried out, voice almost a hoarse scream as you quickly shook your head. “n-no!” yeonjun hummed in satisfied response.

loud, squelching sounds bounced off the walls of your room from your wet pussy. you felt like you were gonna black out the closer yeonjun’s fingers brought you to another orgasm. you shook so hard and moaned so loud that it felt like your body had a mind of its own. suddenly, your brows drew together and you tried to quickly push yeonjun away from you.

it was too late. liquid sprayed from you and all over yeonjun. your body went limp as you went from shaking all over to trembling. yeonjun froze, his fingers still inside of you. you didn’t even have the energy to be embarrassed at the fact that you just squirted all over him.

yeonjun’s eyes were wide as they trailed over your body. then his face brightened into a prideful and smug expression, the corners of his mouth raising. “fuck, baby, that was so hot.” he was practically beaming as he pulled his fingers from you, hand completely wet. you whimpered at the loss, eyes closing.

he wrapped his hands around your back and pulled you up. “come on, babygirl. let’s get you cleaned up before i make you do that again.”

after getting you and your sheets all cleaned up, the two of you laid in your bed—half naked—as your lips moved in sync in a slow kiss. you were basically pinned to yeonjun and the more the two of you kissed, the closer he pressed you against him. you both didn’t even realize that it had been hours and it was already deep into the night until it clicked in your brain that you had a busy schedule tomorrow.

you didn’t want to say anything, though, because that meant that yeonjun would leave soon. you didn’t want him to go. you were afraid that if he did the illusion would be shattered—that none of what happened tonight was actually real and you made it all up in your despairing sadness.

it seemed that yeonjun remembered, unfortunately. he pulled away from your lips, moving the two of you so that you had some space and weren’t pinned to him anymore. “i gotta go, baby.” his face showed that he wanted to do anything but that.

he sat up and moved to stand, but before he could you grabbed his wrist. with a look full of sorrow and desperation, you said, “stay… don’t go.”

yeonjun paused and looked back at you—really looked at you. he saw all the cracks inside you that he caused, every single last one. he saw the glassy tears start to form in your eyes.

he was determined to mend them all—determined to make you whole again.

yeonjun turned back towards you, nodding. he leaned down to take off your glasses and sat them on your nightstand. he then reached over to your lamp and shut it off, basking the two of you into darkness. then, he climbed back into the bed with you and pulled you close to his chest.

in the morning, you woke up before he did. sunlight filtered through your blinds and made his orange hair look even more bright and saturated. gently, you reached up and took on of the blonde streaks between your fingers before dropping it and moving closer to him.

you were shocked that yeonjun was still here in the bed next to you, that this wasn’t all a dream like you thought it was. he was actually here with you. you heart fluttered in your chest and all you could do was stare adoringly at him.

you didn’t realize that you must’ve been staring for a while because suddenly yeonjun’s sleepy voice filled your ears. “i can feel you staring,” he said groggily.

embarrassment filled you, but you just couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. yeonjun cracked an eye open before his face scrunched together from the bright light of the sun. “god, why is it so fucking bright in here?” he complained.

you giggled at his reaction and his arms snaked around you and pulled you to him. yeonjun buried his face into your neck to shield himself from the sunshine. “you should probably get use to the daylight,” you smiled, “‘cause i think we’re late for our morning classes.” yeonjun just groaned.

he peeked his head out to look at you. “hey…” he trailed off, eyes darting away from you hesitantly. you furrowed your brows. “yeah?” you replied.

yeonjun inhaled sharply and it looked like he was trying to find the right words to say. “i should’ve said it earlier—should’ve said it that night. but… i just didn’t know what it all meant.” you looked at him confused, urging him to go on. yeonjun sighed and turned away from you to dig the heels of his palms into his eyes. he then turned back to you, brows drawn together. “i… i don’t just like you,” he started it, “i’m in love with you.”

your eyes widened and your heart soared out of your chest. you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face. “really?” you asked, voice small. “you’re not just saying that?”

yeonjun fully turned back to you and cupped your cheek with his hand. he nodded, “i mean it. i’m not just saying it just to say it.”

you searched his eyes for a moment, looking for any hint of a lie but all you saw was sincerity. you then moved forward and pressed your lips to his. “well, you already know how i feel…” you trailed, pulling away from his lips ever so slightly.

yeonjun laughed, “i do.” his lips met your again and it was everything you ever needed. never again did you want another starless night, not when yeonjun makes your skies so full of stars.

you were leaving your class and crossing the campus when a hand intertwined with yours. you looked over and yeonjun smiled down at you, walking alongside you. you were still a little shocked at the public display despite the fact that it’s been a couple of days.

yeonjun pressed a kiss to your cheek. “walk with me?” he asked. “i want you to meet my friends.”

you both slowed to a stop and you looked at him with wide eyes, causing him to laugh. “they’re cool, i promise!” you looked around nervously. what if after all of this they didn’t like you? that yeonjun was right to initially keep your—then—secret relationship from them? you sighed, nodding a little, “o-okay…”

he pulled you in a different direction and in the distance you saw a small group of people hanging around. your heart thumped more and more the closer you got to them. when you stood in front of them, hand in hand with yeonjun, you gave them a nervous smile. “guys, this is my girlfriend, y/n,” yeonjun introduced you.

you smiled and waved awkwardly. all of their faces lit up, which you weren’t expecting. yeonjun’s friend with long brown hair half covering his eyes gave you a triumphant smile and held out a stripped arm warmer covered hand to one of the other boys. “i called it! you owe me forty bucks!” the other boy grumbled as he dug into his bag.

one of the girls stepped up to you and yeonjun, mostly smiling at you. she wore a black, frilly dress and had on stark black and white makeup. “i knew this months ago!” she said and her eyes darted towards yeonjun. you both gave her a confused look. “you weren’t exactly subtle with all the sneaking around you were doing,” she said to yeonjun. “you literally couldn’t take your eyes off her no matter how hard you tried. like a puppy waiting for it’s owner to come back home.”

you and yeonjun glanced at each other with wide eyes.

yeonjun awkwardly laughed at being exposed and pulled you into his side. he looked down at you and you could see the slight embarrassment in his eyes as you raised an eyebrow at him. “ignore her,” he said, waving a hand in the air. “i don’t know what she’s talking about.”

“like a puppy waiting for it’s owner,” you repeated slowly, amused. “you didn’t tell me you missed me that much!”

“oh, i like her!” the girl said. you smiled at her and she linked your arm with hers and pulled you away from yeonjun, introducing you to more of the group. you looked over your shoulder at yeonjun, who was getting teased by his friends, just as he looked up at you. he gave you a fond smile.

he was so not living all of this down.

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pairing: choi yeonjun x inexperienced!fem!reader genre: friends to lovers, smut, fluff at the end rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 6.1k warnings: unprotected sex, pwp (6k but most of it is smut tbh lol), softdom!yeonjun, inexperienced!reader, dry humping, oral + fingering (f receiving), squirting, petnames (baby, princess, doll, good girl, pretty girl), yeonjun refers to himself as daddy, spanking, creampie, multiple orgasms (f receiving), light choking but not (he doesn’t squeeze), it’s established that jun is older than reader so OPPA IS USED AS AN HONORIFIC and idc if people hate it lol as a korean speaker i’m tired of westernizing shit

a/n - pls picture temptation era hair yeonjun 😵‍💫 this is inspired by a dream i had.. i dreamt every part in his room up until the actual penetration 😮‍💨 cockblocked by my own brain

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yeonjun’s sheets are soft as you sit observing his bedroom, taking note of all the little details that his strong personality shines through, the first time you’ve seen the other side of his door — though how you even got to this point in the first place is still something you’re going over and over in your head as you wait for him to come back.

his soft smile is met with your nervous one as he enters the room with two water bottles in hand, shutting the door quietly behind him — your eyes follow his lithe fingers as he turns the lock — and you watch as he places the drinks on his nightstand before turning to you.

the air suddenly feels much warmer when he sits down on the bed beside you, so close that you’re almost touching, and that fond look on his face only serves to heighten your nerves as you remember that he knows what he’s doing, and you don’t.

well… sort of.

everything happened only a few hours before.

your best friend kai had invited you to hang out with him and his roommates, a chaotic group of guys who you’ve grown to call your friends as well; even yeonjun, who you may or may not have developed the hugest crush on ever from the minute that you’d first met him.

it’d been a few months of back-and-forth, sometimes convinced that it must be mutual and other times doubting your judgement completely — has he always been this flirty, or is it your imagination when his eyes linger just a little too long? — and it was on this fateful day at their apartment when it all fell apart.

(or should you say, all came together).

everyone knows to watch out once beomgyu’s got a couple of drinks in him, so it was only a matter of time before your unlucky day came when he’d decide that you would be his glorious first victim of the afternoon; and that was exactly where you found yourself as he took it upon himself to announce to everyone in the room that you and yeonjun needed to admit you wanna fuck each other already, or else he’d “just have to do something about it himself” (whatever that meant).

to say you wanted to crawl into a ditch and die would be the biggest understatement of the century.

your wide eyes were pinned to the floor as the room erupted into multiple reactions; soobin groaning with a smack upside beomgyu’s head as he scolded the younger not to say stuff like that, taehyun’s “damn,” as he knocked back his beer to cover a laugh, kai burying his head into his hands with a shriek — he swore he didn’t mean to spill your secret to beomgyu a few weeks ago, it just slipped out — and of course, the culprit in the center laughing his ass off unphased.

the only one who had yet to say anything was…

you steeled yourself and glanced up, meeting yeonjun’s eyes that were already watching you from across the living room.

your own widened marginally.

he didn’t look disgusted. he didn’t look put off. in fact, he looked…..

your breath caught. there was a small upturn to his lips, a confirmation, the hint of a smile that solidified as he quirked a brow as if in question. as if he was asking you,

“well? what should we do about it then?”

and everything changed from there.

~

it hadn’t taken long for beomgyu’s quick-moving attention span to be directed elsewhere thanks to some faithful effort on hyuka’s part, the others following suit to spare you from the spotlight — and it was only about an hour later when you found yourself alone in the kitchen for a breather, the sounds of your friend’s quarreling and laughter slightly less eardrum-shattering now from where you stood leaning against the sink.

a few minutes passed before the sound of someone else slipping into the room grabbed your attention.

your peace quickly morphed into apprehension.

“hi,” yeonjun whispered, a small smile on his face that read somewhere between gentle and amused.

his hands were in his pockets as he came to lean casually against the counter opposite you, head tilted slightly to the side as his eyes trailed over your expression, and you cursed your mouth for going dry at the sight of him.

his simple black tank top and sweatpants combo had you fighting to keep your eyes on his face — his face, pretty and framed so nicely by silky black hair that was grown out quite a bit longer than usual these days, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it as your thighs rubbed together subconsciously.

“…hi,” you whispered back.

he breathed out a small laugh.

“i wanted to talk to you, but i didn’t want the others to hear.. figured this was a good opportunity when i saw you get up.”

“r-right..”

why am i so awkward? what the fuck? oh god wait why is he coming closer-

your hands gripped the counter behind you as yeonjun stepped forward. his voice was low, quiet, meant only for you as he stood in front of you with a look on his face that had you melting in more ways than one.

“listen... i know that we’ve never talked about this thing between us. i didn’t wanna scare you off by being too forward, but now that beomgyu ran his mouth about it…”

with a feather-light touch, yeonjun reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“well, i’m not gonna deny what he said, and i’m pretty sure that i’m right when i say.. i think you want me the same way that i want you.”

you felt heat running down your entire body like a zap of electricity.

your fried brain didn’t even have the chance to fully process before you heard beomgyu shout from the living room, “hey, what’s taking so long?!” and the scent of yeonjun’s cologne was like a drug as he leaned in and whispered in your ear,

“if you feel ready to see where this goes.. stay here with me when they go out.”

and just like that he was gone, random assortment of snacks in hand to avoid suspicion as he called back to beomgyu, “i’m coming, just couldn’t decide what to eat!”

and you slumped against the counter with legs like jelly.

~

you received a chorus of groans and boos when you told the guys you were gonna go home instead of joining them elsewhere for dinner and drinks, earning brief suspicion only from taehyun as he eyed you questioningly for a moment — their focus primarily resting on yeonjun’s uncharacteristic opt-out that he’d blamed on a sudden migraine.

you felt ridiculous as you even headed down the elevator with them to the parking garage, going out of your way to be believable, sitting in your car until they left in theirs before heading back up towards the apartment.

you’d’ve been lying if you said that you didn’t consider leaving yourself; your jittery nerves and quick-beating heart nearly convincing you, until you remembered the look in yeonjun’s eyes and the wetness between your legs returned.

yeonjun, choi yeonjun, one of the most popular and charismatic guys that you know — wants you.

and now here you are on his bed.

when you think about it, in your eyes yeonjun is a lot of things that you’re not; the way he just naturally draws people in, the way he carries himself, always making friends so easily; the fact that he’s genuinely cool, somehow good at everything he does and always looks hot doing it; he’s older than you — not by much, but still — and the number one thing on your mind right now:

he’s experienced.

now you’re no virgin, but your measly 1 past boyfriend is nothing in comparison to the fact that yeonjun’s ability to please a woman is a very well-checked box on his long list of skills (if beomgyu is correct about anything he’s blabbed about, at least. which today so far he seems to be).

and now, as he sits here so close to you with that same look on his face as before, that gentle smile and amused little twinkle in his eyes — well, you know right then that you’re a goner.

“hi,” he whispers, just like he did in the kitchen earlier, and you whisper it back with a shy smile.

this is the first time you’ve ever truly been alone with him.

he looks at you for a few moments, and you wonder if this is what amoebas feel like under a microscope until he places his hand on the bed beside you and rests his weight on it, by default leaning in even closer than before.

“i like you.” he says simply.

in panic mode, you resort to sarcasm - “y-yeah-“ you clear your throat - “um, yeah, i think we established that.”

his laugh sends tingles through you as a real smile not stricken with awkwardness finally blooms on your face, the ice slowly melting for you as you start to remember that right, okay, he’s a friend and not some unreachable deity (for the most part, at least).

“i.. like you too,” you respond sheepishly, and you bite your lip at the underlying shift in his tone as he keeps his eyes locked on yours and says,

“i know.”

the mood has suddenly deepened into something else.

his hand comes up to your cheek, thumb ghosting over your bottom lip as he murmurs, “is this okay?” and you don’t know when his face got so close to yours but your eyes are already threatening to flutter shut as you hum in response, lidded gaze glued to his full, pretty lips that you want so desperately all over your body.

“words, baby.” he voice is a whisper, breath warm against your lips, his own so close now that you can almost feel them —

“y-yes.”

and just like that, choi yeonjun is kissing you.

whatever you thought a real kiss was supposed to feel like, whatever kisses you had felt with your ex —

none of it compared to this.

you feel his smile when you quietly moan, his lips even softer than you had imagined, moving against yours slowly, deliberately, expertly, the hand that had been on your cheek sliding gently to the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss.

his tongue is warm and soft as it traces along your bottom lip, and you don’t care how eager you probably seem as you let it in immediately, trying not to moan again as he slips it past your lips to caress yours; you melt as he sucks lightly on your tongue before giving a teasing, gentle bite to your bottom lip as he pulls away.

you can’t even imagine how dazed you must look — but his knowing smile tells you enough.

you can’t explain it, but in that moment you gain a hunger-fueled confidence. you want to give yeonjun everything.

fuck, you want him bad.

you’re pulling him back to you faster than you can chicken out otherwise, and the pleased noise he makes as you connect your lips again only spurs you on further to do what you’ve been so badly wanting to:

you touch him, hands sliding from his shoulders up to his soft hair, pulling at it gently as his lips travel down your jaw to suckle at the skin of your neck; you moan, freely this time, eyes sliding shut and head tilting back to give him all the access he wants as you wrap an arm around his shoulders and keep him close.

his hand slides around your waist to your lower back as he slowly guides you down to lay against his sheets, your legs instinctively widening for him as he slots his hips between them, and you groan at the bulge now resting comfortably against your clothed core.

it doesn’t take long before he gently rocks his hips forwards.

you whimper, clutching to his tank top as he continues to kiss and suckle along your neck; your legs tighten around his hips and his lips tilt into a smirk against your skin as your body responds to his like it’s what it was made for, and so he does it again, this time continuing into a steady rocking pace.

the hardness of his cock drags deliciously against your center as he rolls his hips into it again and again, slow enough so that you feel everything, but firm enough that it makes your head spin and your thighs twitch with need.

“oppa,” you whisper, pleadingly, and you don’t even know what you’re asking for but you know that you just need more.

“hm?” he hums back, lips still sucking pretty bruises into your neck,

and it’s like he can read your mind as he asks with another smirk against your skin - “want more, baby?”

you nod quickly with a weak, “mhm,” and your heart jumps as his lips move up to your ear.

“tell oppa what you want.”

the husk of his voice sends shivers straight downwards.

he pulls away just enough for you to meet his eyes and you feel like a rabbit hunted down by a fox, but in your case, you never want to escape from his grasp.

“i.. i-i want…”

you can feel the heat blooming in your cheeks, remembering once again how much you haven’t experienced, and you want to tell him exactly where you want him to put his mouth — but instead your eyes avert from his as you mumble in admission,

“i-i’ve never been… well i’ve never been eaten out before. s-so.. um..”

in your peripheral you can see yeonjun’s brows lift to his hairline in disbelief. “what?”

a finger beneath your chin gently draws your gaze back to his and the genuine bewilderment in his eyes is enough to deepen your blush as he asks, “how could that bastard have possibly survived never tasting you?”

your body buzzes with electricity as your eyes widen; there’s a hunger and determination dancing in yeonjun’s stare that you’ve never been looked at with before.

his intensity makes you shiver in anticipation and it’s like you can taste the honey dripping from his words when he says,

“let me make you feel good, baby. let me give you everything that he should’ve.”

your head spins.

you’ve never felt so desired.

the second that you say okay, yeonjun places one last dizzying kiss to your lips before he’s moving down your body, guiding you out of your shirt as he slowly maps out your skin with his lips — you breathe out a sigh at the way his large hands caress you, intentionality in every touch.

eventually he sits up on his knees, pulling back from a kiss to your navel to reach for the hem of your panties. you shiver when his fingers ghost over your hips.

“lift for me,” he instructs softly, and you do, biting your lip as he begins to slowly pull them down, eyes glued to your cunt, and you watch the way his breath hitches in his throat at the strings of wetness that cling to the fabric.

“fuck,” he whispers, practically groans,

“can’t believe no one’s ever tasted such a pretty pussy before… gonna eat you so good, baby..”

you’re going out of your mind with need, his words alone sending another gush of arousal to your heat, your hungry eyes traveling down to trace the imprint of his rock-hard cock in his sweatpants.

teasingly you ghost your foot over it as he slides your panties from your ankles, and his eyes flicker up to yours as you stare back innocently; his gaze narrows and lips quirk up into a lopsided smirk as his warm hands slide up your legs.

“getting brave, now, are we?” he taunts, stopping at your thighs as he wraps his hands around them and spreads your legs open.

slowly he lowers himself between them, all the while keeping his eyes on yours, and your hips jump at the whisper of his breath against your aching cunt when he says,

“better be careful, doll… any game you try to play, i can play it better.”

and when his fingers spread you open and his lips kiss your clit, you already know that he’s ruined you for any other man.

how could you even dream of anyone else when the tip of yeonjun’s velvety tongue slips out to trace teasingly up and down your slit, or when the pad of his finger circles so lightly around your leaking hole that you might even be imagining it?

no, there’s no way you could be imagining this, not as the warmth of his mouth caresses you as he closes his lips around your clit and gently begins to suck, your head tipping back with a shudder as you whine at the feeling.

“eyes on me, princess,” he murmurs against your cunt, and when you manage to bring your gaze back to his, the sight before you is sinful.

his foxlike eyes dark and dangerous and twinkling as he watches you through his lashes, pretty lips forming a smirk that you can only feel and not see as he whispers “good girl,” - before the next thing you know, his tongue is flattening against you as he licks a firm stripe up your pussy, big hands keeping your jerking hips in place as he begins to ravish you, sucking, licking, kissing, groaning shamelessly at the taste of you and sending vibrations straight through your quivering core as you unravel beneath his touch.

“so fucking good,” he moans, sliding a finger inside of you with ease as he begins to pump it steadily in and out, practically making out with your pussy as you whimper, hands instinctively flying to his hair — you almost pull them away when suddenly he adds another digit, the stretch causing your fingers to tighten in his dark strands as your hips instinctively grind forwards against his mouth.

you’re about to apologize when yeonjun moans even deeper than before.

“that’s it, baby,” he grunts, “use my face. want it so bad, don’t you? go ahead and chase it, cum all over daddy’s tongue.”

something unholy snaps inside of you at that.

“f-fuck-” you cry, doing exactly as he said; you can’t help it as you grind your clit down on his warm tongue over and over and over, hands tightening in his hair as his fingers work impossibly faster, and a new sensation takes over you as the dam breaks and you reach your peak;

you don’t realize what’s happening at first as you’re carried through the most mind-blowing orgasm, until you feel the unusual amount of wetness soaking his sheets and hear yeonjun groaning “fuck, fuck, that’s it, baby, that’s it -“ and he’s three fingers deep as you realize you’re squirting.

it’s as though he can read your body like a book the way he can tell when it’s suddenly too much, his pace slowing gradually until he gently slides his fingers from your sopping hole, placing a final feather-light kiss to your clit before his lips and hands move to soothe your quivering thighs.

“you did so good, baby, holy shit..” the bottom half of his face is soaked in your juices as he mouths along your skin, hands massaging and caressing whatever his lips aren’t kissing;

you’re still bewildered, and can feel the raging blush on your cheeks as you’re quick to blurt in embarrassment, “i-i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to-“

“y/n.” yeonjun looks up. “seriously, that was so fucking hot, you have no idea.”

you can see in his eyes that he’s telling the truth.

“r-really?”

he laughs, finally sitting up; “baby, i- fuck, like, you actually have no fucking idea how sexy you are.” he pushes his hair out of his face and it’s only then that you realize how heavy he’s breathing, the bulge straining against his pants somehow a million times more prominent than it was earlier.

“y/n, i’m so turned on right now that i can hardly think straight. please-“

you meet his eyes again quickly,

“please, i need to be inside you.”

apparently today is the day that you learn just how crazy choi yeonjun makes you, because despite your still-twitching thighs and your pussy so sensitive that you’re sure a slight breeze would send it into overdrive, your body is quick to betray you at his toe-curling words when your walls clench from the emptiness and a fresh wave of arousal gushes from your soaked heat.

“if you don’t fuck me right now i’m gonna go clinically insane.”

his brows lift only for a moment before he’s laughing, swooping down to catch your lips in a kiss. “well we can’t have that, now, can we?”

he gets off the bed, your eyes hungrily tracking his every move as he peels the tank top from his torso and casts it to the ground; “fuck,” you whisper as your gaze trails down the defined ridges of his abs; “fuck,” you groan when he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of his sweatpants and pulls them down with his boxers in one go.

his cock is long and slender and flushed pink, the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen as you imagine the weight of it in your mouth.

if it were anyone else, you’d wanna slap the shit-eating grin right off of his face, but this is yeonjun, and the fact that he knows he’s all that only makes him 10x hotter.

you can’t tear your eyes away from his length as you sit up on your elbows to watch, and he enjoys it, pumping himself in his hand and smearing the pre-cum around his tip with a satisfied hum.

but as he reaches for the condoms in his desk drawer, you surprise both him and yourself when you stop him.

“no.”

he pauses, looking over his shoulder at you with quirked brows —

“want you to fuck me raw.”

his mouth goes dry. you can see the fire dancing in his eyes as he slowly straightens, keeping himself under control as he asks carefully,

“are you sure?”

you bite your lip and quickly nod. “wanna feel you,” you breathe, and that does it for yeonjun as he’s back on top of you in an instant, his lips pressing to yours in a searing kiss as you moan around his swirling tongue.

his hand is on your throat, not squeezing, just resting there as if to say you’re mine, and you whine deep in your chest when you feel the tip of his cock sliding through your slippery folds.

“gonna fuck this pretty pussy so full of my cum that it’ll be dripping out of it for days,” he rasps as he taps the head of his cock repeatedly over your clit, the lewd noise met with your whimpers as you grasp at his bicep.

“please,” you whine, “want it, please-!”

his hand slides from your neck down to squeeze your tit as he sits up and hooks one of your legs over his shoulder with his free hand.

“so good for me,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded and lusting as he looks down at you, dragging his shaft back and forth along your slick pussy; “such a good girl, begging for daddy.”

and when he finally pushes the head of his cock past your entrance, stretching you open as he sinks inside, stars explode behind your eyes and you nearly cum again right there on the spot.

“fuuck..” he groans in a drawn-out moan, eyes sliding shut and head tipping back as your walls suck him in, mouth falling open before he catches his plush bottom lip between his teeth and looks back down at you through hazy eyes, giving another rough squeeze to your tit in his grasp.

he slides his hand down to press against your lower belly as he bottoms out, your hips twitching as you gasp, and with his other hand he grips your leg that’s slung over his shoulder as he begins to grind his hips against yours.

you can’t breathe, can’t speak, overwhelmed by how fucking good it all feels, the head of his cock massaging places inside of you that you didn’t even know existed as he rolls his hips over and over, whispering fucked-out nothings;

how tight you are, how good you feel, how he’s gonna make you forget your own name by tomorrow.

and when he starts really moving, hips separating from yours only to connect again with a lewd slap of skin on skin each time he delivers a slow, firm thrust to your cunt, holding you in place so you don’t jolt up the bed — well, you never knew that something so delicious existed, and now that you’ve had a taste, you’re already rendered insatiable.

you paw at any part of him that you can reach, hands finding purchase on his thighs as his pace picks up into a steady rhythm, your lips moaning and pleading and begging around words that you can hardly get out of your mouth.

“look at you,” yeonjun coos breathlessly, “so drunk on my cock already.. perfect pussy made just for me, hm? taking daddy so well? good baby.”

he looks as blissed out as you feel, face wracked in pleasure as he picks up the pace, his hand so large where it still presses over your lower belly that his thumb is able to reach your clit, and the added stimulation along with the pressure of his palm sends your head lolling as you twitch and tremble underneath him.

“j-jjunie..!” you whimper, and you can’t help the nickname from slipping between your lips; you’ve never called him so intimately before, never said his name so freely, but your accidental drop of honorifics seems to stir something inside of him as he groans and fucks you harder;

“say that again,” he grunts as you gasp out from the sudden increase in pace.

“jjunie,” you keen immediately, gripping the sheets, gripping his arms, gripping anything as a muttered curse leaves his lips and his thumb circles faster around your aching clit.

“love it when you say my name, fuck,” he groans, hips slamming into yours and jolting you like a ragdoll as you cry out for him, the knot in your stomach tightening so fast that you swear it’s about to snap, and when he leans forward with your leg still gripped over his shoulder and his cock pounding into you at a far deeper angle than before, fireworks fill your vision as you cum around him harder than you’ve ever came in your life.

“yes, yes, yes, fuck, that’s it, cream on my cock, baby, fuck you’re so- s-so tight, fuck- just like that, let go for me, baby, good girl-“

yeonjun’s voice sounds far away as you spasm around him, his thrusts growing sloppier as your cunt clenches him so tight that it nearly forces him out; he lowers your leg back down to the bed and slows down a little to let you catch your breath but he doesn’t stop, and your watery whimpers are like music to his ears as you clutch onto him desperately.

“t-too much, too much-!” you hiccup, tears spilling from your eyes at all the overwhelming sensations, but you don’t actually want him to stop and he knows it too — he coos at you, hand sliding up to rest on your throat again as he leans down and licks a stripe up your neck to your ear.

“you can give me one more, baby, can’t you?”

a shiver rolls down your spine at the devilish smile in his voice, sweet like honey as he catches your earlobe between his teeth.

“one more so daddy can stuff you nice and full.”

your pussy clenches. “w-want your cum,” you whimper dumbly in response, too fucked out to think of anything else, and yeonjun smiles as he leans back and runs his hands down your body until they reach your hips and squeeze.

“i know,” his thrusts are still steady as he watches you with twinkling eyes; “and i’m gonna give it to you.”

your eyes widen in protest as he suddenly slides out of you without a warning, but the words die in your throat and are replaced with a squeak of surprise when he flips you over onto your stomach instead.

“ass up for me, pretty girl.”

you obey immediately with what strength you have left in your shaky limbs, a quiet whine escaping your throat over not being able to see or touch him anymore.

his little laugh from behind you indicates that he caught it.

“don’t worry, baby,” he soothes as his hands massage over your ass, “we have all the time in the world.”

your heart doesn’t even have time to skip a beat at the promise of his words when suddenly his tongue is on your pussy, your knees nearly buckling at the heat of his mouth as he licks from your clit up to your fluttering hole, and you gasp as he spits on it before his cock enters you fully in one single thrust.

you cry out, knees buckling for real this time as he holds you up, sheets crumpled in your fists as his hips immediately pick up into a quick, dizzying pace.

“love the way you fall apart around me,” he murmurs from behind you, squeezing your ass, “love how you take me so well…”

you want to touch him so badly, want to see the pleasure pooling in his eyes; you don’t have time to respond before he lands a smack on your ass, your surprised squeak spurring him on as he does it again, drilling into your cute little hole like it was made just for him as he breathes out a moan.

from this angle he can see the way your pussy swallows him so hungrily, and his grip on your hips tightens as he drags you back and forth on his cock.

“love.. l-love your.. love this so much… w-wanna be yours…”

he almost misses your dazed mumbling over the loud sound of his hips slapping lewdly against your ass, but he makes out what you said, heart swelling in his chest and cock simultaneously twitching inside of you as he leans forward, his palm sliding up along your spine to brush the hair from your fucked-out face as he pushes your body down against the sheets, chest pressed to your back now and breath caressing your ear as he continues rocking his hips even deeper.

“you’re mine, baby, you’re mine..” he whispers between kisses along your jaw, a reassurance, your soft whimper of a response causing him to bite back a smile as he continues,

“i’ve wanted you for so long.. can’t believe i finally get to have you.” his hand slips beneath you to toy with your throbbing clit, and your ass grinds back against him as a result as you moan wantonly into his sheets.

“i’ve been yours since the.. fuck.. since the second i s-saw you..fuck, p-please don’t stop..!”

your hips are moving with his now as he works your clit faster, mustering your strength and pushing your weight back as you desperately try to fuck yourself on his cock, on his fingers, chasing the rising wave in your belly that’s threatening to break as he meets your quickening movements with his own.

“touch yourself for me, baby,” he murmurs in your ear before removing his hand and propping himself up on his forearms, allowing for a more concentrated angle as he ruts into you, your choked moan muffled by the sheets as you immediately slide one hand down to rub rapidly at your clit, your other one weakly moving to tangle your fingers with his the best that you can;

“gonna cum, gonna cum,” you whimper, drool pooling at your lips, the scent of yeonjun’s cologne and the weight of his body on yours like pure intoxication as he fucks you harder, breaths heavy and staggering in your ear as he grunts,

“cum for me, baby, need to feel it, cum all over my fucking cock-“

and when your third orgasm washes over you, you’re too weak to do anything but let it, body going limp as it wracks over you in pure bliss, the warm feeling of your clenching walls finally sending yeonjun over the edge this time as he shoots his cum into you with a loud and drawn-out moan, voice breaking as he spews filthy words and incoherent curses; he presses his hips impossibly deep against yours before stuttering into sloppy thrusts to fuck himself through the rest of his orgasm as your fluttering pussy milks his cock of every last drop.

the room grows silent save for your heavy breaths, both of your chests heaving as his forehead slumps down to rest against your back; you didn’t realize how tightly you were holding onto his hand until you carefully untangle your fingers from his.

he hisses from the sensitivity as he slides his twitching length out of you.

you look at yeonjun as he rolls off of your back and flops exhaustedly onto his side next to you, and when he meets your eyes, there’s only a passing moment of silence before you both giggle.

his smile is fond and blooming with affection as he rubs a hand up and down your back, moving to smoothe the hair from your face and gently brushing his knuckles across your cheek before resting his hand on top of yours.

“hi,” he whispers.

you giggle again.

“hi,” you whisper back.

“so.. would this be a good time to ask you to be my girlfriend?”

your heart skips a beat and you bite back a smile. “i was worried you’d just want to stick to the sex..” you admit.

yeonjun shakes his head, lips forming into an endearing pout as he laces his fingers with yours.

“nah, you’re stuck with me now, princess,” he grins. “i meant what i said… i’ve been wanting you for so long.”

an indescribable feeling flutters in your chest as you giddily turn your head to bury your face in the sheets, yeonjun laughing as he shuffles closer, rolling you over onto your back despite your giggle-ridden, poorly-executed attempts to fight him off.

you grin up at him and he grins down at you, hovering over you now with a hand on your cheek as his endeared eyes trail over each of your features as if to memorize them.

“my girl,” he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear.

you tilt your head up to meet his lips when he leans in and kisses you softly, your hands playing with the long hair at the nape of his neck.

“i meant what i said too,” you murmur against him.

“mine since the second you saw me, huh?” yeonjun’s cocky grin is light and teasing as you scrunch your nose at him, flicking his forehead and sending him into another pout.

“yeah, yeah. whatever, pretty boy.”

instead of responding he buries his face in your neck in a flurry of kisses as you squeal in surprise, laughing as you wiggle around underneath him;“stop, that tickles!”

“gotta make up for all the lost time when i didn’t make a move,” he reasons as his kisses move to your cheeks, your nose, your lips — you’ve never seen this side of yeonjun before, so soft and gentle and sweet; the fact that it seems reserved only for you sends butterflies fluttering through your tummy.

you spend your evening like that, wrapped in each other’s arms as you talk about your relationship, talk about the feelings that led you here, talk about this and that and everything in-between;

“does this count as our first date?” you ask quizzically. he wrinkles his nose.

“no way, i’m gonna do the most romantic shit ever for that.”

you snort. “isn’t that what this is?”

but you don’t have the chance to tease him any further when the beeping sound of his apartment passcode being entered causes you both to freeze.

you were so caught up that neither of you considered the time; nor the fact that yeonjun does indeed have 4 other roommates who would in fact be coming home at some point or another.

that some point apparently being now as the rowdy chatter of your friends erupts into the foyer until you suddenly hear soobin’s tipsy mumble. “what the… what are y/n’s shoes doing here?”

you and yeonjun turn to look at each other as your friends’ voices fall silent.

the seconds pass and you almost wonder if you’re in the clear…

but of course, no peace lasts forever with beomgyu in the house.

“OH MY GOD,” he screams.

“THEY FUCKED!”

CEILINGS ˒˒ 최연준͏

you’re both from two seperate worlds, but in the four corners of your bedroom the two of you can be together. even if your latest confession means it could be for the last time.

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ choi yeonjun x fem!reader 𓄵 iηcℓudᥱs 𓈓 none!

genre﹙📓﹚⸝⸝⸝ angst, smut, secret friends with benefits to ???, secret relationship, punk!yeonjun, nerd!reader, reader wears glasses, punk x nerd trope, some bad boy x good girl trope

warnings ‎⸝⸝⸝ unprotected sex, soft dom!yeonjun, kinda service top!yeonjun, pussy drunk!yeonjun, clit stimulation, slight overstimulation, heavy praise kink, marking, slight bulge kink?, petnames (baby, sweetheart, good girl, babygirl), creampie, riding, cowgirl, depictions of heartbreak, a lot of desperation lmao

kipo’s note ‎⸝⸝⸝ happy birthday yeonjun my love!!! ♡ ♡ ♡ and happy early ggum release!!! this is inspired by the songs ceilings by lizzy mcalpine and in my room by julia wolf! haven’t wrote angsty smut in so long, i missed it hehe! wrote this while i was suffering from a migraine (> <。) the love and deepspace brainrot has been strong so if you see familiar dialogue… ʅ（‾◡◝）ʃ i hope you enjoy!! ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ︵͡ 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 (⌒‿⌒)♡

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if you tried really hard you could imagine that the four corners of your room was something else—somewhere else. somewhere other than your room. like, perhaps, a nice restaurant where the lights are warm and you’re sitting in the cozy back corner. or maybe a park on a day where it’s not too hot and not too cold. that perfect temperature where you can wear lighter clothing if you wanted, but that also gave you the opportunity to ask a lover for their sweater.

tonight, as you stared up at your ceiling, you pictured that your room was a cute little picnic date. you pictured that you and yeonjun ate cute little sandwiches together as you both watched various strangers pass by. you pictured that you and his relationship was ultimately more than it was.

yeonjun: your window’s still open, right?

the buzzing of your phone at such a late hour didn’t surprise you as much as it did before. you didn’t even have to check the contact name as you responded and tossed your phone back onto your nightstand, the device clanging against your stacked textbooks from your study session earlier. a sigh pushed through you.

you had been so hopelessly in love with yeonjun since you first laid eyes on him on campus—nonchalant attitude paired with his alternative clothing and headphones resting against his head that seeped out the rock music he was always listening to as he strode across the pavement. when his eyes met yours that day for the briefest of moments, you had to get to know him somehow.

you: you know it always is.

unfortunately for you, your social circles didn’t overlap in the slightest. yours consisted of studious students who were the top of their classes and who made sure that their assignments got turned in early. nerds, others would say, or perhaps geeks.

yeonjun’s on the other hand—his consisted of various alternative people. some in bold black and white makeup and black, frilly victorian style dresses, while others in tight, dark clothing and hair in their eyes that sported dyed colored stripes. all of them clad in black eyeliner that darkened their already tired looking eyes and listening to the same rock music he did.

he was rebellious and liked to break the rules while you abided by them. the hammering of loud drums and guitars soothed him while it was something you absolutely couldn’t stand. he was vulgar and spoke the first thing that came to his mind while you constantly overthought the polite answer you would give. yeonjun was night while you were day.

the two of you couldn’t have been more different.

but still, that didn’t stop you from being drawn to him. and that fateful day where you happened to run into him and drop all of your textbooks changed your relationship forever. never did you think your wide eyes and bumbling apologies would lead to you under him as your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as your shared moans bounced off the walls of your room.

never did you expect him to ask you to keep it all a secret because he didn’t want his friends to know he was fucking the resident nerd.

you hear the familiar creaking of your window as yeonjun begins to open it and reach for your glasses in the mess on your nightstand. the blurriness of your room comes into focus right as yeonjun pokes his head through the window, effectively killing the daydream you were in. he pushes his bright orange hair off of his forehead as he steps through, finger tangling in the light blonde streaks within it.

“hey, babe,” yeonjun said as he swung his other leg over the ledge of the window. his black boots crumpled one of the discarded papers on your floor but he didn’t seem to notice as he shut the window behind him, locking the cold air out.

yeonjun turned towards you, already stripping out of his faded flannel. “that math test is already a bust. i literally couldn’t understand any of that shit. i don’t even know how i made the class… shocked that the professor hasn’t said anything to me about it yet.”

his cheeks were flushed from the cold and his dark brown eyeliner was smudged around his eyes as he stared down at your lying form. you pushed up on your elbows as you watched him take off the band t-shirt he was wearing. you stared at his bare upper-body with wide eyes and the corner of his mouth lifted as he kept talking.

you hated the way your heart fluttered and raced, hated the effect he had on you. you hated the way he smirked at you like he knew he had you wrapped around his pretty little finger. it was embarrassing.

you gulped as his eyes remained on yours as he slowed his fingers down to unbuckle the belt he was wearing. “you seem distracted…” yeonjun said, his voice mixed with amusement and slight teasing, “don’t tell me it was that hard! if you can’t do it, then there’s no way in hell i’m gonna.”

he kicked off his boots and moved closer to where you were on the bed. your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as you stuttered out a response, “y-yeonjun… it’s late and we both have classes tomorrow… what are you doing here?”

in one swift motion he climbed over you, trapping your body underneath his. the tips of his dyed hair tickled your cheeks and the cold metal of his belt buckle against your lower stomach made you shiver. his mouth was at the shell of your ear as his whispered, “you know why i’m here.”

yeonjun pressed kisses down the side of your neck and along your jaw, stopping just before he reached your mouth. “besides, i wanted to see you.”

his hands trailed up your sides and under the thin fabric of the tank top you were wearing. before you knew it, it was over your head and you bare breasts were exposed fully for him. “i wanted to see the pretty flustered faces you make when i’m inside of you.”

cold fingers hooked onto the hem of your shorts, tugging down slowly. “and the way you try and avoid my eyes but can’t help but stare. can’t help but let those pretty moans escape your mouth,” yeonjun continued as his lips brushed against yours. he pulled your shorts and panties down until you were completely naked under him.

“you’ve been avoiding me.”

he pulled away completely and stood from your bed, his words hanging in the air. his eyes never left yours as he tugged his black jeans down.

your chest rose and fell heavily as your eyes trailed down to the obvious bulge in his boxers, the dim light of your bedside lamp making it more apparent. you shook your head as your eyes met his gaze once more, “i haven’t.”

you have been avoiding him. not purposely, but you guessed that it was to the extent that he noticed. when he would walk in your direction on campus you would go a different way to your class. you’d force yourself to not let your eyes linger on his retreating frame and instead focused on what the task was at hand.

it shocked you that he noticed, since he usually ignored your existence outside of these four walls. “it just… wouldn’t work…” he had told you once as you stayed curled up against his naked body one night. “we’re like two puzzle pieces from two seperate boards.”

“you have,” yeonjun stated, pulling down his boxers so he too was completely naked, spare the small skull necklace you had gifted him a couple months back. his large cock hit against his lower stomach, the precum dripping from the slit glittering in the dim lighting.

he returned back to his hovering position over you, heavy cock brushing against you and causing your legs to tighten slightly around his waist as arousal pooled at the pit of your stomach. the small skull necklace dangled above your face as his head tilted to the side and plump lips formed a tiny pout. “why?” yeonjun asked, voice lowered.

the tips of his fingers grazed along your hips and left goosebumps in it’s wake as he waited for your answer. your breath hitched in response. “i-it’s—school’s just been hectic…” you trailed. “finals are coming up.”

yeonjun’s head dipped to the crook of your neck. he hummed against the skin, causing you to shiver again. he dragged his nose up your jawline until his lips brushed against yours once more. “liar,” he whispered and then lowered his lips onto yours fully.

he kissed you slowly, yet his lips pressed onto yours roughly. yeonjun’s hands inched up your sides and stopped just below your breasts. he then pulled away just before the two of you struggled for air.

your glasses fell down your nose bridge and he adjusted them for you. “i’ll just have to fuck the answer out of you,” he concluded, his voice louder. his other hand dipping between your legs to collect the slick that formed at your core.

yeonjun spread the slickness all through your folds and throbbing clit, making your back arch off the mattress slightly as a small moan pushed between your lips. “or you could just tell me the truth…” he spoke, thumb rubbing your clit and sending waves of pleasure up your body.

your eyes squeezed shut, “that is t-the truth.”

“come on, baby. you don’t even believe that,” yeonjun responded, incredulous. he hummed again and grabbed his cock with the hand that was circling your clit, rubbing the reddened tip up and down your arousal. he used his other hand to hold down the lower half of your body.

how could you tell him the truth? it was clear that he wasn’t looking for a relationship with you that wasn’t purely physical—and a secret at that. even now, his words rang through your head: “we’re like two puzzle pieces from two seperate boards.”

the two of you didn’t even fit together.

you couldn’t possibly say that you were hopelessly in love with him. that you daydreamed scenarios where the two of you were together, really together. scenarios where you held his hand in public and where he wasn’t afraid to kiss you in front of his friends and anyone else who may be watching.

it was a pipe dream, and you knew it. you knew he knew it, too. and yet…

yet, you wished that maybe your thoughts would be proven wrong. maybe he would smile and say that he loved you too, that he wanted to be with you too. publically.

breath hitching, you said in a low whine, “i’ve been stressed.”

it wasn’t technically a lie, but it was still far from the truth. you just really didn’t want to ruin what the two of you already had going on. it would absolutely crush you, and you already looked at yeonjun like he hung the stars in the sky himself.

your hips rolled up towards his on their own and you dug your head into the pillow underneath you. “i’ve been avoiding everyone, not just you,” you continued.

yeonjun hummed again and you could tell that he still didn’t believe you, but would drop it for the time being. “then i’ll make you feel better.” his lips were on yours again, rough and full of desperate need just as he pushed himself inside you fully.

you broke away from him suddenly, crying out in a loud moan that yeonjun then cut off with his lips. his hand still pressed down on you as he thrusted into you again. he brought his free hand up to cup your face gently, all while you moaned into his mouth.

his pretty lips sucked dark marks onto your neck, claiming you as his as they trailed down to your breasts. the obscene sounds the two of you made together bounced off the walls and you were lucky that you lived alone in this small apartment.

“fuck, you’re so wet. does my cock in you feel good, sweetheart?” yeonjun asked and all you could do was nod as he fucked into you deeper. he nodded along with you, “yeah? you want more? you’re still stressed?”

whimpers fell from your lips as he kissed the love bites he just left. “w-want… more. please,” you begged.

yeonjun chuckled, pretty smile lighting up his features. he then moved the two of you so you were now straddling him as he laid on your bed. your eyes widened in shock. usually he had you pinned under him as he fucked you. never have he let you ride him before.

“ride me, baby?” yeonjun asked. “take all of your stress out on me.”

you inhaled sharply as you looked down at him, looked down at his length laying on his lower abdomen and wet with your arousal. you shook your head. there was no way you were gonna be able to ride him—at least not on your own.

he must’ve sensed your hesitance because he cupped your face and rubbed his thumb along your cheek. “you can do it. you’ve taken all of me before. don’t worry, i’ll help you.” yeonjun’s voice was low with reassurance and you swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded.

“okay,” you shakily muttered.

yeonjun nodded again with you, “let me help you feel better.” his hands found your waist and pulled you towards him as he kissed you, melting your worries.

he pulled away and looked down between the both of you as he sat up more. he guided your hips up and reached down to prop his cock up for you. “sit on it,” yeonjun said.

your hands found his biceps and grabbed onto them tightly as you aligned yourself. slowly, your pussy sunk down on him inch by inch, wrapping around his length and filling you up so much that you felt like you could feel him in your chest. yeonjun let out a guttural moan as he fell back against your headboard. “good…” he whimpered out, trying his hardest to steady his breathing. his hands on your waist moved down to your hips as they tightened.

“good girl, just like that. see? i told you you could do it. fuck—“ yeonjun suddenly thrusted up into you, eyes rolling back slightly. “fuck, baby you feel so good,” he breathed out through a moan, “god, you drive me crazy.”

the corners of your mouth rose as you watched his reaction. you never gotten this clear of a view of his face and you were enjoying every moment of it. experimentally, you rolled your hips forward and immediately let out a loud moan. yeonjun’s fingers dug into your hips hard, “s-shit, keep doing that. gonna make me cum if you keep moving those pretty hips like that.”

he moved your hips for you as he stared at you through hooded lids, mouth open as more moans passed his lips. you bet your expression mirrored his as you moved your hips more, brows furrowing as shock waves of pleasure shot up through you.

you placed your hands flat on his bare chest as your hips moved faster. your head flew back as yeonjun kneaded your bouncing tits, thumbs rubbing over your perked nipples. “keep going,” he whined through labored breaths, thrusting his hips up against yours as you moved.

“jjunie, i’m gonna—“ you could barely finish your words as he thrusted up towards you and the rope in your stomach completely snapped. you fell backwards onto your hands, giving him a full view of your shaking body, glistening in the dim lamp light with a layer of sweat.

you tried to catch your breath as best you could as pleasure rippled throughout you and made your limbs feel like jelly. you wanted to help him too, so in a weak motion you used your hands behind your back to roll your hips again, using the last bit of strength to raise your hips as well as you dropped them back down on his throbbing cock.

the sound the two of your bodies made was completely lewd. cum dripped from out of you and around his cock and down his thick length. yeonjun watched the whole thing and you swear you saw the last resolve in him break as his mind completely fogged over. “my fucking god,” he half moaned, half muttered as he sat up completely. in one swift movement his tight grip held your hips and he fucked into you so deep and unrelenting that you saw new galaxies.

all you had was the weakening strength of your arms behind you to keep you afloat, and the more he fucked you, the more it wavered. “you drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” yeonjun sputtered between moans. “you and this pretty fucking pussy of yours, devouring my cock whole. all i can fucking think about these days.”

you barely heard anything yeonjun was saying with the ringing in your ears, you think that he barely heard himself, honestly. his mouth was stringing together incoherent words and praises between various curses as he fucked you deeper and deeper. your arms shook and so did your body not just from your rapidly numbing body, but also from the sheer force of his thrusts—so desperate and so sloppy as he chased his incoming release.

“t-too… m-much!” you cried, trying to catch his gaze through the tears forming in your eyes and your tits bouncing in your face. “can’t take a-anymore!”

yeonjun shushed you softly as his hands moved to your waist, his frenzied pace not stopping. he pressed you up against his chest and slammed his lips onto yours. “relax,” he whispered breathlessly between kisses as his body moved in sync with yours, “you can take it.”

he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, moans falling from his parted lips as he released inside of you and filled you up impossibly more. your head fell to the crook of yeonjun’s neck as the two of you caught your breath in comfortable silence. after a couple minutes, yeonjun broke it and breathed, “good job, babygirl.”

yeonjun moved you onto your back, still deep inside of you. he pulled out slowly, the base of his cock covered in a white ring of cum as more of it poured out of you and down the curve of your ass. he watched it all with eager, hungry eyes.

“fuck… look at that,” yeonjun mumbled under his breath. he dragged his thumb along your cum covered folds, pushing some of it back inside you just to watch it pour out of you again. you jerked as your breath hitched and you tried to close your legs but yeonjun used his thighs and free hand to keep them open. “so pretty, makes me want to pump your pussy full of more of my cum,” he continued, louder this time.

he leaned down to greet your lips in a slow kiss, hands touching any part of your body that he could access. the two of you stayed like that for a while as you came down from your sex high, lips locked together. your hands were in his dyed hair, pulling at the tips as you whimpered softly. your core throbbed and you were filled with need once again.

yeonjun smiled against your lips. you had to give it to him, he knew your body well. a low hum came from the back of his throat and he pulled away. “it’s late,” he muttered before kissing your lips again and pulling away fully.

he disappeared for a moment and came back with a warm, wet towel to clean the two of you up. after he turned to pull his boxers back on as you laid under the covers naked. you watched as he started to pull on his black jeans, your heart racing with every tug. all you could think about was how you didn’t want him to go. how you didn’t want to go back to practically being strangers again.

suddenly the words are tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them, your head too clouded to think properly about the consequences your words may have. “listen… i—“

“don’t tell me you’re in love with me,” yeonjun joked in a teasing voice as he buckled his belt. your mouth clamped shut and heavy silence filled the room as yeonjun put his shirt and flannel back on. he paused once you didn’t say anything, turning to look at you from your window.

he hesitated before sighing and reaching down to put his boots back on. you tried to not let the tears fill your eyes in front of him as thick tension filled the air, opting to tug the blanket tighter around your body. “let’s not ruin a good thing, okay?” yeonjun said, lowly, avoiding your eyes.

yeonjun opened your window and the cold night air hit you full force, causing goosebumps to form along the parts of your skin that were exposed. the moonlight made the skull necklace around his neck sparkle. “i’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked as he turned to face you.

you hid your face from his view as you looked to the side just as the tear rolled down your cheek. you nodded, it was a solemn nod that you tried to mask. you moved your hand to fix your hair in a discreet way to wipe the tear away and looked at him with the biggest smile you could muster. it didn’t reach your eyes.

you could tell he didn’t buy it and that he wanted to say something about it, but you laid down before he could and focused your eyes on your ceiling. you heard his soft sigh and the window close after he stepped through it, effectively cutting off the cold air blowing into your room.

all at once it felt like the stars had come crashing down around you. no matter how hard you tried, it felt like you couldn’t get oxygen to your lungs and hot, blistering tears fell from your eyes. you heaved in breaths of air that did absolutely nothing.

sobs wracked your body that were so loud you were sure that yeonjun could hear them outside. they hit you like a tidal wave and the pressure of it all was making you drown. you clutched at your chest as you laid in a ball beneath the covers, gasping for air as you cried harder and harder.

how could you be so stupid? you knew the risk—knew that he didn’t feel that way about you and still you opened your big mouth. and for what? you wouldn’t be shocked if your relationship ended here. if you never saw yeonjun again and the two of you went back to being actual strangers, someone who you stared at from a distance.

you’d never see his face again. you’d never see his band tees and smudged eyeliner, never hear his loud rock music that gave you a headache, never feel his skin against yours—again. it was completely and utterly over, and it was all your fault. you felt sick to your stomach.

like a zombie, you rose from the grave that was your bed and numbly put your pajamas back on, feeling disgusted with yourself. you stripped your bed of the old sheets and covers and replaced them with new, clean ones. you shut off your bedside lamp as you fell apart in the darkness, more pained sobs forcing its way through your mouth.

you’d never see yeonjun again—not in the same dim light you once saw him in before.

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i can’t remember to forget you. ⟢

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader.

genre: creative-director!reader, model!yj, fluff, smut + some angst

summary: funny how your first love can also be your first heartbreak. choi yeonjun, the cute boy you met in high school, the boy you had a crush on. once your feelings began to develop, he was gone. well, that's atleast what you think... not like it matters anyway, you hate him now. but, what if he decided to come back?

cw/tw: mentions alcohol drinking, model!au, profanity, huge timeskips, highschool au (flashback), mentions of hooking up, mentions of eating.

warnings: switch!yeonjun, switch!reader, on my big dick yj agenda, oral (both receiving), cunnilingus, blowjob, deepthroating, fingering, dacryphilia implied, marking, hair pulling, choking, consent is given ofc, overstim, ass slapping, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), cum-eating, squirting, nipple play, breeding, love making, pet names (baby, love, princess, pretty girl), cockwarming, aftercare (kinda.) . . .

author’s note: after a SHIT TON of unfulfilled promises.. here she is! it’s finally been released and i hope you guys enjoy it because it’s been one hell of a ride writing this 💔 happy (very late) birthday junie <3 i love you babe.

word count: 20.1k (took me a little. i’m so sorry.)

playlist: here! (recommended for the best experience!)

UNFORGETTABLE: impossible to forget; very memorable.

that’s what he was, choi yeonjun. he was your unforgettable first love and quite frankly, the only person you’ve ever loved beside your parents.

you’d expect yourself to be over him by now considering that it’s been a little over six years, but unfortunately, it’s not that simple. as much you want to forget about him, you simply just can’t remember to forget him.

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[PAST — 6 YEARS AGO.]

"no, yeah totally! i agree with that. alana, you're a little offbeat with the music? take a little time to the side and i'll work you through it," you sigh, "before you start thinking this, no. you're not a bad dancer at all, it's just that... there's one or two things that you can work on! i'm willing to help!", you say giving her a gentle smile. she sighs and slowly walks over to the back of the dance studio, waiting for your assistance. 

"okay guys! bring your two arms to the back, lock your hands together and gently pull. stretch out those muscles! i will help you guys with the rest," yeonjun pops in flashing you and the dancers a sweet smile.

choi yeonjun, he's the same age as you. 16, amazing dancer, you've always had a huge crush on him. he's the captain of the boys' dance crew and you're the captain of the girls' dance crew... a match made in heaven, is what aaliyah likes to say. you're pretty sure he's always had a thing for you as well, because of the way he treats you of course. he always brings you a homemade smoothie in the morning, stays with you for an extra few minutes helping you come up with more moves for the choreos, he's just overall super nice and fun with you.

your crew and his crew have been working on a collaboration for what feels like ages now. there's been some issues here and there, but nothing you two can't fix. you two are known as the 'sweetie duo' around the school, sweet and amazing choreographers and even better helpers to teacher. your friends also consider you guys the 'cutest couple', even though you two aren't dating (yet). this is their way of 'manifesting' you guys' relationship, or so your friend, aaliyah says. 

"it's gonna happen soon just watch!" aaliyah chimes in, stopping your thoughts with a shrug of her shoulders. you watch her say to yeonjun before he laughs and glances over at you. "okay, i believe you! no need to get so defensive," he rests his hand on her shoulder, "okay guys, it's lunch time! let's pack up and i'll see you all after school," he yells before giving a big and warm smile to you all. 

"wait y/n, stay behind for a sec," he breathes out, slightly jogging over to you. the entire room stops what they're doing just to look over at you guys, yeonjun whispers to you, "can you meet me in ms. rei's room during lunch? i have something to ask you," you pull away and look up at him, nodding your head with a beaming smile.

—

walking at your best speed to not make yeonjun think you bailed on him, you finally arrive to ms. rei's classroom and see him sitting in there. you turn the knob, making yeonjun look up with shock evident on his face but once he sees you he's instantly smiling. 

you smile back at him once you walk in and raise up your hands to give him a hug. he hugs you back tightly, "okay so, before i ask this, i wanted to give you something", he draws back from the hug to reach behind him pulling out a bento box with rice, some pork belly and a decent portion of ramen, "i ate some of it because i had packed enough for the both of us," he pauses glancing at you, "but the remainder of it is for you y/n." your eyebrows being turning downward at that as a sweet smile begins to grow on your face. 

"jun," you half-whisper, "you didn't have to." frowning at his sweet gesture. he shrugs his shoulders with a tight lipped smile as a way of saying 'it's nothing' and waves his hand over a desk next to where he was originally sitting. 

you both sit down as he places chopsticks and a banana milk on your desk, giving you a fond smile. you pull the chopsticks apart and begin to feast on what yeonjun gave you. he watches you, not to be creepy but to see if you're enjoying it. once it's confirmed that you're enjoying it, he continues to scroll through his phone doing whatever he intended to before. 

for some odd reason, this feels like a date? it's not though, simply just two friends hanging out. what was the reason you came here again? oh right, because yeonjun wanted to ask you something. he has yet to ask though, as you see him fiddling with his fingers a bit, 'he must be nervous' that's the feeling you're getting. 

he combs his fingers through his hair quickly before clearing his throat, "y/n, once you're finished i'm gonna ask the question i originally brought you here for," he pauses to clear his throat again, "just enjoy the food for now!" slightly confused, you shake off the feeling and continue to chew your food. 

yeonjun seems off, he seems as if he's hiding something and he can't hold it in much longer. he keeps glancing over at you, fiddling with his fingers, taking small gulps. is it a question that can take toll on your friendship in a way or is it just a question that he is scared to ask?

once you finally finish eating, you gently tap yeonjun on his shoulder. he finally gives you a full stare and shifts all the attention that was once on his phone, onto you. once you're making full-on eye contact, you're just as nervous as him. he takes a small gulp preparing his voice just in case it cracks, which would be a little embarrassing to him.

"okay so," he pauses nervously rubbing his arm, "it's kind of sudden but, i really like you y/n," he clears his throat, "like a lot, and it's totally fine! totally fine if you don't like me back or something like that." you blink before rolling your eyes at him, "yeonjun, are you serious?" he seems offended, "of course i'd like you back! who wouldn't like you? you're a sweetheart, amazing dancer, funny and just overall a super cool person," you reassure with a smile, "i actually have a super huge crush on you as well." gently caressing his shoulder while staring deeply into his eyes. 

he blinks before slightly opening his mouth to say, "will you go out with me?", you're in shock yet you saw this coming. you feel a warm feeling bubbling up in your stomach... butterflies. "yes yeonjun," you nod, "i will go out with you," you say before slowly going in for a hug. 

he wraps his arms around your waist accepting the hug, before planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, "aaliyah was right," you whisper loud enough for you both to hear, "yeah, she was." he says, planting another kiss on your forehead. 

he pulls away, keeping one hand on your waist. 

"let's head back to the cafeteria, yeah?", he begins to pick up his things putting the bento box back in his bag & bringing you along with him, while reaching for your hand.

you're grasping out for it gently as his palm is a little sweaty but it's okay, yours is too. you're glad that you're both slightly nervous and that you're not the only one because it would be a little embarrassing if it were just you.

finally holding hands with him, you sigh in contentment and he takes notice of that giving you a sweet smile before kissing your left temple. 

is it too soon to say you love him?

—

it's after school. you and yeonjun are sitting in a cafe with a couple of his friends, joined by a couple of yours. 

you've already told your friends about how you and yeonjun were dating, they were all super excited for you... especially aaliyah. 

aaliyah has known about your crush on him for the longest, witnessed the mutual pining & the sweet gestures he'd prepare for you. she's always encouraged the thought of you and him being together because y'all were perfect for each other! amazing dancers, same year, you both enjoyed the thought of being in love and now here you are, finally together. 

you feel someone wrap their arm around your shoulders, it's yeonjun. he leans his head on your shoulder, placing small kisses right under your jawline. 

"i love you guys but please get a room," aaliyah says, ending with a fake gag. the entire group laughs and continues to talk amongst each other, sharing stories, experiences, things they want for valentine's day and new songs they've heard. 

you and yeonjun are just sitting in silence, enjoying each other's company until he's receiving a phone call and quickly telling you that he'll be back. you nod as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, walking away from the group to head outside. 

"what happened?", aaliyah questions rubbing your back gently, "i don't know, he said he'll be back so i'm sure it's nothing to worry about," sighing, yeonjun comes back in rushing to grab his stuff while holding his phone to his ear, "baby, i have to go. i'll see you tomorrow okay?" he explains, placing a quick peck to your lips and rushing outside to his mother's car. 

the entire group is in shock, including you. you have no idea what just happened but you have never seen yeonjun leave that frantically. 

"uhm, should we start heading home?", aaliyah says breaking the awkward silence as everyone looks at her before nodding. "okay, i'll take you home y/n, my mom's outside!" you nod your head slowly, still thinking about everything that just happened, wondering if you'd done something wrong. 

seeing aaliyah grab her things, you begin to quickly grab yours and follow behind her. you both walk outside as aaliyah gets into the passenger's seat and you get into the backseat. you kindly greet aaliyah's mother, jen, "hi sweetie! you okay?", she says as nod your head profusely. aaliyah turns around to hand you a piece of candy just as her mother starts driving you home. 

the car ride home wasn't too silent, aaliyah played a few of your favorite songs hoping to cheer you up, and it worked. she also told her mom about what happened and her mom told you to "not think too much of it" and that she's sure he'll explain it to you tomorrow. 

she's right, yeonjun wouldn't hide anything from you. throughout the times of when you weren't dating him, he was still always pretty transparent with you, he wanted to make sure you felt comfortable telling him things because of how he was with you. 

—

aaliyah's mom drops you off, escorting you to your door. aaliyah waves to you from the passenger's window and blows a quick kiss to you. you catch it, press it down to your heart and blow one back as you unlock the door and walk into your house, being greeted by the warm air circulating throughout your home. 

you place your bag down next to your front door, take off your shoes and begin walking to your room. you walk over to your closet to find pajamas to change into before continuing your binge watching of 'victorious'. 

just as you plop down on your bed your phone starts ringing, it's yeonjun. you quickly sit up changing your position, you answer with a soft, "hello?"

"hi pretty, i wanna talk about what happened at the cafe, is that okay?", his soft voice always makes you feel calm,

"yeah of course, i was gonna ask about it tomorrow but since you're already calling we might as well,"

"okay so, i got a call from someone that works at HYBE Entertainment," he pauses taking a deep breath, "and they asked me if i could come in last minute and audition, which is why i had to rush out... plus my mother had already been waiting for me outside so, i had told her that they called me and she rushed me to agency building," he pauses again, giving you time to take it all in, "after that they said they'll get back to me whenever i can start my training but that's it, that's why i had to leave so suddenly. i'm really sorry-"

"now why're you apologizing?" you cut him off leaving him in silence on the other end, "yeonjun, i'm not upset with you. if anything, i'm extremely happy for you! i was just... concerned because i thought i did something, or because something terrible happened back at home." yeonjun sighs, "i just came from the auditions which is why i called you, i wanted to clear everything up now so there wouldn't be any awkwardness floating around in the air, you know?", you see him frown across the phone.

"jjun, it's okay. again, i'm not mad at you, how could i ever be mad at you? you're my amazing, handsome, spectacular, sweet, wonderful dancing boyfriend. there's nothing you could do that would upset me," you say staring at him with soft eyes. 

he goes silent for a minute tipping his head out of the camera view, he's crying. he comes back in the frame, trying to cover up his sniffles with coughs saying that "it's just allergies". you smile fondly at him, feeling your heart grow with more and more love for him, he's your first ever relationship and you already don't ever want to let him go. 

you continue to stay on facetime with him while he does his homework and you continue to binge watch your show. he continuously takes small pauses to admire you, just staring at your features hoping you don't notice (you do). 

at some point, your parents come home asking you who you're on the phone with, you tell them everything about how yeonjun asked you out and they're fully supportive of it. they ask to talk to him, telling him they'd love to meet him sometime and just ask him things a parent would normally ask. "what do you want to be when you grow up?" and "what goals do you have for the future?", he answers all of them with pride and little to no hesitation in any of his responses. 

your parents love him already, "he's perfect for you", your mother says with a beaming smile. "i like him, he seems good for you!", your father (surprisingly) says with a smile as well. 

you and yeonjun continue to talk up until it's time for you both to sleep, he asks to stay on the phone with you for a little while to help him sleep and you say sure, finding it very cute that he wants to hear your voice before drifting off into a deep slumber. you talk to him, noticing how his full responses turn into hums, by the time you're telling him to go to sleep he's already a goner. you hang up the phone before beginning to fall into deep slumber as well.

—

you and yeonjun have never been separated from each other ever since you've gotten together, it's like you're conjoined twins, attached to each other's hip at all times. whatever he does, you have no problem going with him. whatever you do, he also has no problem following. what makes it even better, you have majority of your classes with him.  

considering that you two are pretty well known, it was very likely that the word about you guys being together would spread. you didn't expect it to spread as quick as it did though, nearly 99 percent of school knows now and it's only been 3 months. 

it's not that it matters though, you and yeonjun don't let others effect the relationship in any way and besides, aaliyah has basically been you guys' bodyguard. other than yeonjun doing so, she's always given you double reassurance so you know that there's nothing that can come in between you and yeonjun's relationship. 

yeonjun has been going back and forth between training and school. hence, why he hasn't been able to partake in school as much as he used to, you want to ask him if there's anything you can do to help him but you don't want to be a bother. 

you guys still call everyday but he usually ends the call early to go train with his soon to be members, telling you that he'll call you back later, which he rarely does because of how exhausted he is. you know he's trying though. he's trying his absolute hardest to make time for you even though he can barely make time for himself, so many things are piling on top of him at once, he's trying. he really is and he hopes you see his efforts at that. 

after the first month of you guys' relationship, yeonjun was able to meet your parents and you were able to meet his. his mother was the sweetest to you, playing around with you telling you, "don't break my son's heart" as if it were your intention. your parents were no different telling yeonjun, "don't break our daughter's heart, or else you'll be receiving a knuckle sandwich," which he laughed at but still took it quite seriously. 

after being introduced to his parents, you had a nice dinner with them and yeonjun showed you his room. the walls were filled with hand-drawn pictures of flowers, all types of plants and bugs, posters of wonder girls and a decent amount of action figures, along with miniature race cars adorned all across the top of his dresser. 

"you're into wonder girls?" you ask which has him raising his eyebrows in shock, slightly nibbling on his bottom lip and shamefully nodding. "yeah, i've loved them since i was... 8? i'm pretty sure," he says as you give him a big and sweet smile, taking a mental note of his love for the group. 

after being with yeonjun and his mother for a couple hours, your mother comes to pick you up, she stops to talk with yeonjun's mom for a minute which turns into another hour, and then she finally takes you home. 

she asks you how everything went and if his parents were nice to you, you tell her that there wasn't much to worry about considering that his mother was very similar to him. being fully appreciative of the fact that his mother treated you with respect and kindness, she tells you that she'll take you over there again sometime and maybe even join in. 

the drive home is soon coming to an end, as your mother pauses for a moment to tell you, "i'm glad you found someone that truly loves you for you, you deserve the world and more", before unlocking both car doors and getting out from her side. 

you watch her go around the car to open your door and as soon as she does so, you jump out at her and engulf her into a tight yet warm embrace, "thank you mom, i love you so much", "i love you more y/nie," your mom says right before she places a gentle kiss on your temple. 

once you enter the house alongside your mother, the sweet aroma of cookies being baked hits your nose. your mother calls for your father and he walks out of the kitchen with an apron on, "hey guys, i was hoping to surprise you both for when you guys got home but i think i made them too late," you both laugh at him before your mother gives him a small head shake, reassuring him that there's nothing to worry about and that you're both grateful for it regardless. 

the cookies finish baking, your father calls you down and hands you a plate with some so you can head back up to your room. as you're walking back to your room with the plate of cookies in hand, you start to think about yeonjun and the fact that he might be an idol. the back and forth auditions, the training, vocal practices, you're just thinking about everything that'll be happening. 

you're going to be dating an idol, you find it quite funny actually. the boy you've liked since freshman year is actually going to become an idol, and you're his girlfriend. 

shaking off these thoughts, you begin to eat your cookies while putting on 'the glory' and spend the rest of your night watching the show. 

you receive a notification from yeonjun, telling you to 'sleep well' and that he loves you so much. you smile at the sweet gesture knowing that even if he's a bit busy, he'll still try to make time to tell you that he loves you. that's what you love about him. he could be doing the most time consuming thing yet he'll still take time to atleast let you know that he loves you or that he wants you to eat. he can never go a day without telling you. 

you're in love with him and there's no denying that.

—

wow, you can't believe it. 

it's the week in which you and yeonjun's one year anniversary falls on. you've spent all night making a clustered but pretty box full of his favorite treats. you and him have talked about this week for the longest, he's talked about all the dates he could take you on and what he has planned out for you guys' future. 

you've finished putting your shoes on, plopping down on the living room couch, waiting for you mom to walk downstairs and drive you to school. while waiting for her, you walk to the kitchen to grab something small. 

seeing her walk down the stairs with a cutely decorated bag, "here you go sweetie, sorry it took me so long. i was preparing this for you to give to jun since it's you guys' one year anniversary!" she grins widely, handing the bag off to you as she begins walking out of the door. you smile down at the bag before picking up your bookbag in one hand and holding the bag in the other. 

you walk out the door, shutting it behind you and happily skipping over to your moms' car, preparing for the wonderful day just ahead of you. 

you spent almost the entire car ride there talking about how much happiness and comfort yeonjun has provided you this entire year you've been with him. the immense amounts of dopamine that flood your bloodstream every time you're with him is insane. he fulfills you in ways you can't explain and he makes you feel whole, without him you're sure you'd be nothing.

you feel the car come to an abrupt stop, halting your thoughts. you look out of the passenger's window and see you're at your school. you reach behind you to grab your school bag and the bag full of goods made by your mother.

you hug your mother, placing a small kiss on her cheek before opening the car door and making your exit. 

"have a good day love!" she says with a beaming smile, you wave back at her with a gentle smile before walking off and happily skipping into your school.

'hm, that's weird.' you think to yourself as yeonjun would be waiting for you at the entrance but today... he's not there? the sudden change in routine has you confused but you brush it off as he may be in the cafeteria eating breakfast with your mutual friends. ridding yourself of these thoughts, you begin walking to the cafeteria with the gift bag in hand expecting yeonjun to be there. but he's not. 

you're now darting your eyes around the large cafeteria, looking for yeonjun— because obviously he wouldn't leave on your anniversary... right? you spot aaliyah and walk over to her waving, "hi lili, have you seen jun?" you ask with sadness evident in your tone. "no? i thought he was with you, i didn't see him at all yet," you look at aaliyah with a mix of two emotions: sadness and anger, but you're not mad at aaliyah... you're mad at yeonjun. you don't want to jump to conclusions but you're starting to think this was yeonjun's way of breaking up with you. 

he's been pretty busy lately and he clearly doesn't need any distractions but... did he have to do this on you guys' anniversary? half of you wishes that he'd just show up and say it to your face, meanwhile the other half wishes that he'll never come back. 

at this point you're drowned in your thoughts, not knowing what else to resort to. you let them take over your emotions, speed-walking away from aaliyah with tears welling up in your eyes. aaliyah quickly catches up to you walking with you to the bathroom, walking you in the largest stall and letting you cry as she rubs soothing circles into your back.

as soon as you reach the stall, broken and rage-filled sobs break from your throat. your pain is undeniable. the *one* relationship that actually lasted long, and with the boy that helped you overcome so much, had so much fun with and wished stayed forever is gone. 

yeonjun is gone.

these recurring thoughts are what's making you sob harder and harder every time. you really loved yeonjun, he said he loved you much more than life itself but now you're starting to question that because if he loved you, why did he leave without warning?

"yn?" you hear aaliyah say, voice laced with concern "can you tell me what happened?", you lift your head up from your lap slowly, sighing and wiping the tears from your eyes.

"it's our anniversary, and he's not here," you sniffle before crossing one leg over the other. aaliyah says, "you and jun's?" you nod. her breath hitches, not expecting that answer. she slowly gets up before engulfing you in a warm hug. 

"i'm so sorry, my love," she says, rubbing your back. you start crying once more, hugging aaliyah back and practically sinking into her. "it'll be okay, i'm here for you," she says, now rubbing your shoulder. 

you don't even want to say anything anymore. as much as you'd love to do so, you can't turn back time and tell yeonjun to not take that audition, it's not who you are. you'd just wished he would tell you when he was going before blatantly disappearing. wiping your tears, you start getting up to wash your face. aaliyah picks up your bag, seeing the gift bag you had prepared, "this was for him, wasn't it?", you stare at her through the mirror with glossy eyes before nodding. "you can have it, i know your birthday's coming up anyway," you add, gently smiling at her. she smiles back, happy that you remembered her birthday. you sharply inhale, she looks at you with a raised eyebrow, "don't worry about me, i'll be fine." you say while sniffling but smiling as you walk out of the bathroom with aaliyah.

she takes you to go get breakfast, making sure you atleast eat well. she also ends up taking you to periods 1-8, lunch, and her mother ends up driving you home. once you're dropped off, you ask your mother if aaliyah can sleep over and she asks you why you're not going to yeonjun's house considering that it's you guys' anniversary. when she asks you that you feel tears welling up in your eyes again. you know it's not her fault but you forcefully push past her and storm off to your room with aaliyah quickly trailing behind you and your mother staring at you with a concerned look on her face. 

reaching your room, you quickly try to close the door behind you before aaliyah stops the door and walks in. 

"yn, please don't cry," she tries calming you down, sitting you on your bed. you bury your head into your hands knowing that practically shutting out your mother isn't the best way to handle your heartbreak nor is it going to make you feel better. 

there's always better options, getting over it, eating until you can't feel anything, etcetera but roughly pushing past your mother and denying her of her comfort isn't one. 

you feel aaliyah rubbing circles into your back, cooing to you about how everything will be okay. your breathing is steadying, along with your body which has been jolting every now and then. for what felt like fifteen minutes of crying, your mother comes knocking at your door with a sandwich in hand and an apologetic look on her face. 

"baby, i'm sorry if i made you upset. i don't know what you dealt with at school today but it's obvious you've had a bad day, i just want you to know that i really do love you and i want what's best for you. talk to me if you need to," she says, handing you the sandwich with a sweet smile. you look up at her with apologetic eyes, reaching up to embrace her in a warm hug. 

she accepts the embrace, sighing softly. "yeonjun practically broke up with me today. on our anniversary, without warning." you mutter into the small of your mother's neck. she pulls away slowly, giving you a look full of sorrow before pulling you towards her to kiss you on the forehead. "i'm so sorry dear, i would've never expected him to do that. i'll help you get over him, no need to worry. me, your father and aaliyah have got you." she whispers before motioning aaliyah over to join in on the hug.

they both hug you, allowing you to absorb all of their love and care. you feel it, warming up inside, 'with these two here, and my father... this should be easy.' you think to yourself. 

the hug lasted a while before they both pulled away and your mother placed a small kiss on your forehead before leaving your room. you and aaliyah sit down on your bed while you begin to eat your sandwich while aaliyah plays a game on her phone. 

"thank you li," you begin with your mouth half full, "for being there for me, and helping me with everything. you're truly the bestest best friend i could ever ask for." you speak out, nodding your head with a gentle smile. she smiles at you before ruffling your hair slightly as she starts motioning you back to your sandwich.

—

the past few days have been a little rough but you can feel yourself getting better. aaliyah's been checking up on you during all of the periods you have together and she's been bringing you lunch. your mother has also been bringing you to therapy, which has been helping you out with your mental state and how you're reacting to situations. 

you're slowly starting to forget about yeonjun which is the best thing for you and that's how you know you're getting better. the constant comments about you and yeonjun's breakup has died down and you're finally at peace. you've gotten back to dancing, making yeonjun's friend the captain of the boys' dance crew. 

you've also finished working on your collab with the boys crew, placing first place in the semi-finals against a school from daegu known best for their unique dancing skills. you were in shock to say the least, both teams were sculpted with amazing dancers because of hardcore training but you didn't expect you guys to beat one of the best schools in the state of korea. 

now that the competition's out of the way, you feel as if much more weight has been lifted off of your shoulders until you make the rash decision to text yeonjun's number. 

you're lying on your bed, typing and retyping the message that'll be sent to yeonjun. you don't know what to say yet there's so much that needs to be said. 

you begin to just let yourself go with the flow, typing whatever your mind tells you to. you read the message over before hastily pressing send before your nerves get the best of you. before you can even put your phone back down, a message from yeonjun's number is sent back. you click on it reading,

jjun <3: Sorry, this service is not available.

you reread the message over and over before officially coming to the conclusion that he blocked you? okay. you're upset but you'll take this as a sign! take this as a sign to move on. moving on is what would be best. it's what you need to do and that's exactly what you're going to do.

with the help of aaliyah, your mother, father and the other amazing people around you, it may be a possibility that you might just be able to finally forget about him, finally feel better and most of all, move on.

[PRESENT DAY.]

an alarm blaring in your ear has never been the best way to wake up but, what can you say? that's the consequences that come with being placed for such a great position in your workplace. you're a creative director for the one of the best modeling agencies slash magazines in New York, VOGUE. you attend to models to help with their needs, deliver projects, while still having to attend all shoots. considering that you're in charge of the visions and narratives of the magazine, your schedule is always packed pretty tight. you don't always have time for hanging out, lounging around or BOYS.

you have your priorities set straight. you know what you're doing and you're doing it with pride. keeping your chin up, welcoming the world to whatever awaits you while still trying to keep your own life together. 

you begin to arise from your bed, walking over to your curtains and pulling them aside to take a moment in the sunlight that shines from behind them. you release a sigh of a relief beginning to start your normal morning routine, shower, brush your teeth, eat and be out of your house by 6:30. you check your schedule on your phone reading what the day has planned for you. you receive a message from your head director reading, 

"TXT's Yeonjun will arrive at our agency doors at approximately 7:15. Y/n, you're being put in charge to safely escort him to our runway practices and future events. He is your temporary client until further notice."

you quickly read the message before nodding approvingly and walking over to your bathroom to actually start your routine.

as you're brushing your teeth you begin thinking of ways to treat your client respectfully and professionally while also getting him to every single one of his practices on time. you seem to find his name to be quite familiar though, you pause for a second thinking of where you could've possibly heard that name before brushing it off to think about for another time and continuing to brush your teeth.

you finish brushing your teeth and begin to shower, now's the time to really get deep into your thoughts. you're now thinking about how your newest client's name might have a type of correlation to your high school or your college or someone you've probably even heard of. 

because again, he is a k-pop idol! who knows where you've heard his name in conversations. 

brushing this thought aside as he may just be someone you've heard about, you continue to wash your body and move on with your day. 

— 

once you've finished your morning routine, you grab your handbag & the keys to your car. as you finally leave your apartment to lock the door, you make a mental note to stop at starbucks for your daily iced macchiato. you walk over to the elevator, patting down your outfit to make it look as clean as possible to pick up your client before checking your bag to make sure you have everything you need for the day. 

with a successful start of your day, you end up in your building lobby, you quickly check your phone for any missed notifications. since you don't see any, you place your phone back in your purse before quickly walking out of the building to find your way to your car. once you've found your car you unlock the doors and step into the vehicle before plugging your keys into the ignition to start your car and get on the road.

since starbucks isn't far from your apartment or your workplace, this shouldn't take too long. you drive quickly but safely to the well-known coffee shop, parking outside and placing your order on the app as you do every morning. you wait a good 5-6 minutes before stepping out of your car to quickly retrieve your coffee. you walk into the shop, looking around to say good morning to the regulars & to see if there are new customers. you see a male at the register with long black hair surrounded by what seems to be security. you know better than to try and get a closer look but you attempt to do so anyways. 

the male has cat-like eyes, a strong jawline, and a gently pointed nose. 'his visuals are stunning' you think to yourself, 'it'd be funny if he was my newest client'. stepping over to the 'mobile order' register next to him to quickly get your coffee. 

majority of the workers seem busy but you can't bring yourself to call them over and help assist you. you see the handsome male look over toward your direction and call a worker over for you. too shy to say anything, you just nod your head as a way to say thank you as he does the same back with a gentle smile. the worker brings your coffee over, starting up a conversation once he notices you’re one of the cafe’s morning regulars. 

you talk with the worker for a few before bidding him a farewell, you quickly walk over to the exit before taking your leave to your car. as you take a look at the time you notice that you're going to be arriving at the agency right on time, taking a quick sip of your coffee before putting your car into drive and driving out of your parking spot.

-

you arrive at the agency greeting everyone before your executive calls you over to the side to talk with you. "good morning y/n! did you receive my email regarding our newest client?" she questions with a beaming smile on her face. "good morning to you as well! yes, no worries i did receive your email. what time will he be arriving?" you answer mirroring her expressiveness, "he should be coming soo- oh, there he is!" she says as she quickly glances behind you. 

you turn around to see your client as you notice he's the handsome guy from the coffee shop. you slightly furrow your brows and widen your eyes in shock as your mind draws back with the silly conclusion at the coffee shop that he was in fact your client. as he walks in, you turn back around to tell your executive that you recently saw him at the coffee shop and he helped you with calling a worker over. she nods and says, "yes, we've heard lots about him being courteous and friendly with everyone he's met! i wouldn't be shocked if you would grow to have a little crush on him," she winks at you before bringing her undivided attention to the male approaching both of you so calmly. 

"hello! welcome to VOGUE. i'm lea and you must be yeonjun." she says as brings her hand out to him for a welcoming shake. he shakes her hand and smiles, "hello! yes, i am yeonjun. thank you for welcoming me." 

he looks over at you, taking in your features and realizing that you're the person he helped at the coffee shop. "hello yeonjun! i'm y/n, your activities manager! i'll be with you during photo shoots, meetings, walk practices, and more! i hope we enjoy each other's company." you say with a welcoming smile before reaching out to shake his hand. 

he softly nods his head, taking out his hand to shake yours and stares at you for a little longer hoping you feel as warm as he does. you do, which is why you continue to stare at him as well before lea stops you both with, "okay! y/n, please escort yeonjun to each area following this schedule," she pauses handing you a paper with yeonjun's day schedule, "and meet me in the 2nd floor cafe at 12:30 sharp." she adds before flashing a quick smile and walking away.

you and yeonjun both glance over at each other before you start to guide him to his first walking practice, explaining how everything works around here. he carefully listens to everything you're saying while looking around the building, seeing how refined and beautiful it is.

"my label building kind of looks like this," he states with his lips slightly agape, "this building is just a lot bigger." he chuckles slightly, which makes you smile. 

"yes, new york buildings are very dramatic. multiple floors for almost no reason, they're kind of just to have..." you tell him before looking at the clock on the wall for the time seeing it's not even 8:30, you ask yeonjun if he'd like to quickly get something from the cafe. he politely accepts with a nod of his head, in which you take kindly before walking over to the cafe.

you two begin approaching the cafe, yeonjun continuously keeps taking glances at you... almost feeling as if he knows you from somewhere, he just can't put his finger on where.

brushing it aside he continues to follow you to the register placing his order. you do the same as well, placing your order and wait on standby alongside yeonjun.

knowing how long this usually takes, you pull out your phone and begin scrolling through your emails checking for any missed ones. just as you begin doing so, you get a call from your longtime best friend, aaliyah. 

"yeonjun, will you excuse me for a minute? i have to take this," you say with an apologetic look on your face. "of course, go ahead i'll pick up our orders just in case you're not back in time," he responds with a smile.

"thank you, i'll be sitting at that table over there. just bring everything over once you receive it!" you say before walking over to the previously stated table. 

"hey liyah, what's up?"

"hi y/nnie! i just wanted to tell you that i'm still coming over tonight, i might be a little late though considering i have a couple meetings to attend."

"oh alright, no worries," you say before looking up and seeing yeonjun walk over with both of your drinks in hand, "aaliyah i'll call you back later! my client's coming back over. love you!"

"okay, love you more y/n!" you hear her say before you press the hang up button and put your phone back in your purse. you glance up at yeonjun to give him a gentle smile before reaching out to grab your drink. whispering a gentle 'thank you' before taking a sip and preparing yourself to ask a couple questions.

"uh yeonjun, if you don't mind... i'd like to atleast build up a friendship between us? again, if that's fine with—" he interrupts you with a small chuckle, "yes y/n, that's perfectly fine with me." you stare at him with your mouth agape, pretty shocked by his straightforwardness. brushing it off to the side, you ask if it's okay to start off with a slightly personal question. he nods, in which you're extremely thankful for. 

"have you ever been in love? sorry if it's too personal," your tone of voice changing from empathetic to apologetic. "no worries, it's not too personal. i have no problem with answering it actually," he sighs out, taking a sip of his- what you're assuming, his americano. 

"i was in love, once. there was an amazing girl i met in highschool. she was optimistic, a dance machine, very friendly to everyone... my dream girl, to be honest. i lost her though, i fell out of contact with her due to my upcoming title as an idol. she was my first love and i feel like i'm getting close to reconnecting with her again but i don't know if she'll ever speak to me again. we ended on quite bad terms, like i said, i fell out of contact with her and my number was changed." 

his first love sounds very similar to yours. probably a coincidence, or not. you don't want to make assumptions yet though, you just met him and again, it could be a major coincidence. 

"your first love sounds similar to mine, except flipped. he was also a dance machine, sweetheart to everyone, optimistic, i also lost him due to failure of contact. i tried texting, it didn't go through but i moved on. i'm sure he's found someone else anyways," somehow, you noticed a slight change in yeonjun's eyes. they're now glazed with sadness, there's something he knows that you don't. 

brushing it off, you quickly take a sip of your coffee before checking the time. 

"it's time for your first practice! let's head over, shall we?" he responds with a small nod of his head, his mood is not how it was before. you don't want to interfere with it, especially if his drastic mood change has something to do with you. you gently rub his shoulder, silently telling him that everything'll be alright even if you don't know what's wrong.

making your way to the elevator, you check your phone once again checking for any missed emails. 

"y/n, you don't have any new emails. why do you constantly check?" yeonjun questions, snapping you out of your current state. 

"i usually have emails rushing in from different companies asking for collaborative work, i am the creative director you know," you state before stepping into the now opened elevator.

"okay but, you don't have to check it all the time. take a break, focus on yourself and the task at hand, in which your task at hand... is me."

you blink in shock, taking notice of how serious he is. the expression on his face is stern, and his eyes are enticing. you can't stop staring into them and you feel them luring you in. 

why can you feel yourself getting closer to him? why are you getting closer to him? why aren't you stopping yourself?

your thoughts and your "moment" with yeonjun is quickly interrupted by the ding of the elevator, letting you know you've reached your destination. yeonjun walks out before you, not seeing how he's left you still in your tracks. 

'what the hell just happened' is all you can think to yourself before walking out right behind him and escorting him to his walking practice.

-

you've been escorting yeonjun to all of his practices, not speaking to him unless necessary. you've never had this type of tension with any of your clients, you feel you should talk about it but you decide it can wait as you continue to escort him around the building.

you try to keep your distance somewhat to avoid another situation like the one that happened on the elevator. hopefully your executive won't notice how distant you're being considering that this type of tension with clients isn't best for your position. you guess you're just so used to being hands on with situations similar to this with your clients that you've never really known how to handle yourself with this kind of situation. well, that is until yeonjun walks up to you trying to engage in a conversation with you. 

"y/n, is everything alright? you look out of touch with reality," he half-jokes trying to lighten the mood. "yes, i'm okay. how's your photo shoot going?"

he looks behind him trying to come up with an answer, "it's going great actually, no complications or anything. you guys seem to be very organized around here," he says with a small grin. you nod, "we try to be considerate that we have new clients coming in almost everyday, we want them to leave with a good first impression of our company!" 

he nods in response, walking back over to the photographer continuing the shoot. you look down at your watch, seeing that the photo shoot is actually almost over. you feel a buzz from your phone in your back pocket, assuming that it's probably your executive just reminding you to meet her at the cafe with yeonjun. 

shortly after reading the message, the photo shoot ends and yeonjun's walking back over to you with his phone in one hand and a half drank americano in the other, "we have to go meet lia at the cafe now right?", he asks as you nod in response before walking off. he raises an eyebrow at your response but choosing not to question it, he follows behind you. 

as the both of you are now taking the elevator down to the cafe, you pull out your phone to check your emails which yeonjun slightly rolls his eyes at. you don't notice it as you're currently stuck scrolling through endless messages, trying the best you can to respond to some. as you're typing back, yeonjun gently taps your shoulder before whispering in your ear, "didn't i tell you to stop checking your emails and focus on me?”

you pause, taking in what he said. "yeonjun, what are you getting at? you do realize that this is apart of my job, correct?" 

"yeah, trust me i know it's a part of your job y/n but, you're working waaay too hard. if you know what i mean?" he says before running a hand through his already disheveled hair. 

"no, i don't know what you mean yeonjun. please elaborate and make it clearer for me so i can understand more." 

he chuckles at that, "what i'm implying is that, you need to destress," he says before the elevator dings, interrupting your conversation with yeonjun once again. this time, you walk out first leaving yeonjun to follow behind. 

as you walk away from the elevator (and yeonjun), you see your executive seated at a table scrolling through her phone. you begin to pick up the pace with yeonjun trailing behind you, you wave at lea hoping she sees you. she waves back, placing her phone down watching as you and yeonjun make your way over to her. 

once you both arrive in front of her, she gets up going in to hug you and waving at yeonjun as she does so. 

"hey you two, order whatever you'd like it's on me!" she says as you both nod with warm smiles on your faces. you pick up the ordering pad and order your food. once you've finished doing so, you slide the pad over to yeonjun as he stares at you with condescending eyes. once he finishes ordering he gives the pad back to lea, waiting for her to swipe her card. 

she quickly swipes it before telling you both that she has a call to make and specifically tells you that if she's not back before the food comes to just drop it off at her office. you nod and watch her as she steps out to make the said call. 

once she leaves, yeonjun sighs dramatically, catching your attention. you raise a brow at his gesture and he looks up at you, sliding his phone over to you. 

"should i buy this sweater?" he says, looking at you with genuine eyes. 

"yeah, it should look good," you say before looking down at your phone. he nods as he continues to scroll through his phone. there's a moment of silence before yeonjun breaks it again, "y/n," you hum in response confused on what he's willing to talk about now.

"are you implying that this would look good on me?" he asks with a slightly flirtatious tone. you shrug your shoulders, "i'm sure it would but i'm not too sure, i'll need you to show me in person," you say while still looking at your phone. yeonjun chuckles lightly as leans back in his seat, tapping his fingers on the chair's armrest rhythmically. 

you two sit in another quick moment of silence before lea comes back just as the food arrives at your table. lea takes a small sip of her coffee before reaching for her bag and taking out a paper, which seems to be yeonjun's schedule for the rest of his time at the agency. you quickly read over it seeing that yeonjun will be working with you guys for approximately 4 weeks. you nod, handing the paper over to yeonjun. he nods as well, beginning to converse with you and lea. asking questions about the meetings and shoots he'll be attending while taking small bites of his food. 

-

you're waiting for yeonjun to wrap up his last shoot of the day, watching carefully as he poses with such charisma and diligence. he keeps shooting you flirtatious glances with lust filled eyes, cautiously scanning your features for any signs of discomfort.

he finally says his thank you's to everyone that's been working with him, bowing respectfully as he makes his way over to you with a smile on his face.

"i'm finished~" he chirps excitedly, making you look up from your phone. you smile back, picking up your bag to escort him out alongside yourself. well, that is what you plan to do until he drags you to a private space.

"yeonjun, what are you doing?" you question, looking behind you for any potential witnesses. he doesn't give you a response which raises your suspicions, but you decide to put those to the side as he comes to a stop once he reaches a private space. 

he sighs, "y/n, do you know why i brought you here?" 

"no, i don't. can you tell me why?" you cautiously whisper, wondering if there's anybody around. 

"okay well, you remember what i said in the elevator? about needing to destress?" 

"yes, i remember very clearly," you state, gently brushing your clothes down. 

"i meant destress with me. i'm an idol... i'm stressed out majority of the time as well, but you seem to be more stressed out than i am on normal days." he says, whispering the last part. 

you're slightly confused as to what he meant by 'normal days' but instead of questioning it, you blink up at him with furrowed eyebrows. he raises his eyebrow at your expression, trying to figure out your thought process. you notice him analyzing you which causes you to look away abruptly, you're quite literally looking at nothing. just looking away to stop yourself from lowering your glance.

he's quick to catch on as he softly grabs your chin, raising it up for you to look at him. "look at me, y/n," he demands, his deep voice making you slightly cower.

still looking down, you finally muster the courage to glance at him. you look to see him staring at you intensely, dark orbs practically burning holes into your flesh. "thank you." he breathes out, letting go of your chin and looking away. "it's time for us to go, correct?" he asks with an eyebrow raised, you nod in affirmation pulling out your phone to check the time.

as you 'check the time' yeonjun pulls out his phone as well, walking away to make a phone call. you decide to take this as an opportunity to text aaliyah.

you: omg what do i do. [1 attachment.]

aa'liyah 🎞️: uh, i don't know? is that your 'client'?

you: yea... and um, why is client in quotes?

aa'liyah 🎞️: i may have snooped a little, thank god my niece knows stuff like this! i'll show you when i get to your house ;) i'm omw btw.

you: ...okay.

you quickly put your phone away as you see yeonjun's manager arrive, he has a small conversation with yeonjun before looking over at you and nodding his head appreciatively. you nod back before hurriedly walking over to the exit to get in your car and go home. 

as you're walking you look behind you, seeing yeonjun stare you down while talking to his manager. you slightly furrow your eyebrows before looking away. you see your car in the distance and reach for your purse to retrieve your keys.

'what the fuck, where is my bag?' you think to yourself, stopping in your tracks. you see yeonjun walk over to you with your bag in his hand, you watch him with your mouth slightly agape. he hands you your purse, "almost forgot this." he whispers before winking at you and walking back over to his awaiting manager. you watch as they both walk off, reaching into your purse for your keys.

you feel your keys, you pull them out to press the unlock button to quickly find your car. you look around for your car, letting your body go into autopilot and walk around the parking lot to retrieve your car.

once you find your car, you unlock and proceed to get inside of it. putting your key into the ignition, you text aaliyah to let her know you're on your way back home.

-

you finally reach home, seeing aaliyah's car parked outside of your apartment complex. as you finish parking your car, you take your key out of the ignition & begin to leave. you grab your bag along the way and pull out your set of keys for when you reach the door. entering the building, you hear quick footsteps coming toward you. before you can even prepare yourself, aaliyah jumps on you, welcoming you into a warm embrace. you joyfully accept it, as happy to see her as she is to see you. 

"you're finally here! i asked the guy in the front if you had arrived yet," she tells you as she walks over to where she was seated, grabbing her bag. "i just got from work, i picked up something for us to eat on the way though," you say holding up the take out bag, walking over to the elevator and clicking the up button. 

"okay good, because i am starving... but, i have so much to tell you about your new 'client'. i thank god that my niece is a kpop stan." she replies as you stare at her with a 'i can't wait to hear this' look. the elevator dings letting you both know it has arrived, you both step on taking it up to your floor.

-

you both arrive on your floor, walking to your apartment door. you unlock the door and begin taking off your shoes once you arrive inside. aaliyah does the same, quickly snatching the take out bag and running to the kitchen. you follow behind her with a smile, seating yourself at your kitchen island watching her take the food out. 

she opens the food tray, "this is for me right?" she asks, pointing at the tray. you look over, nodding your head once you see it's not yours. "the egg roll is also for you as well," you add, reaching inside the bag for your food. she nods her head, already beginning to stuff food inside of her mouth. you slightly chuckle, opening up your tray and starting to eat as well. 

once she swallows her food, she opens her drink to take a quick sip. 

she quirks a brow before asking, "is your client's name yeonjun?" you choke on your food. her eyes widen at your reaction, sliding your drink over to you. you open it to take a small sip, exhaling once done so. you look up at her, slowly nodding your head, "how'd you know?" you ask with a quirked eyebrow. 

"i told you, my niece is a big k-pop stan. she stans the group he's in and the fandom knows everything apparently. she recently saw on twitter that he was headed to new york for a collaboration that just so happened to be with your agency." she says before taking another sip of her drink. "yeah, he's a potential brand ambassador... it was his first day here and apparently, he knew me from somewhere but i couldn't really remember him." 

"you dated him in high school, y/n," she adds before you choke on your food once again. "oh my god, can you please stop choking every time i say something that slightly shocks you," she says before motioning you to your drink. 

"aaliyah, what the hell are you talking about?" you question in exasperation, "how could i have possibly dated him, i'm pretty sure i would've remembered his face don't you think?" she rolls her eyes at your words, "y/n, it's been almost six years. he obviously wouldn't look the same as he did in high school." 

"and, on top of that he's a k-pop idol now." she adds, pulling out her phone. you roll your eyes in disbelief, chewing your food with slight agitation that would be obvious in your tone. 

"seriously, what the hell are you talking about?" you say furrowing your eyebrows. "yn, i'm being serious. i think he's an idol now..." she sounds insane. how would he be a kpop idol now? it's not like that's what he wanted to pursue. he never told me about that 'dream', if that's even what it was. 'did he ever tell me?' it's not like you care to remember anyways. 

why are you thinking like this? you haven't last seen him since you both were fifteen. after that he was gone, not like you really care anyways. at first you did, but now... forget it, it doesn't matter anymore, focus on your conversation with aaliyah. 

"okay aaliyah, do you have any proof that he might be a k-pop idol now?" you say with a slight hint of aggravation in your voice, "yep, his name was choi yeonjun right?", she asks you before you nod slowly. "that's all i needed to know." she says before typing away, "this is the choi yeonjun that dated you in high school", she says tilting her phone towards your face. 

holy shit, there's no way that's him.

"aaliyah, you cannot be serious right now, you expect me to believe tha-" "his birthday is september 13th, 1999 and, in his fun facts below, it says that he said he's recently had someone on his mind from a while ago during one of his lives, the live was two weeks ago." she says before giving you a playful grin. 

okay, now you believe her. 

but it's hard for you to believe. how can your newest client be the same guy you dated in high school? yet then again, he was hinting at the fact that he had some sort of history with you and when you told him about your first love. 

"oh shit." you whisper, causing aaliyah to nod her head. "aaliyah, you have to be joking." you say as you place your head in your hands. 

"y/nie i'm not gonna lie, i kind of see a future for you guys this time. like, maybe it was because you guys were young but i can tell you guys truly felt something for each other. i've never seen love as true as that before." she says, voice laced with truthfulness. you can tell she's being serious as she looks deep into your eyes, you sigh, taking another bite of your food.

"no wonder why he kept implying that there was possible history between us. i felt like i knew him but again, i wasn't able to figure out where from. at least i know now, but aaliyah? what if he breaks my heart again?" you question looking down at your food. aaliyah sighs, thinking before answering your question. 

"he won't but, i'm pretty sure he didn't mean to do so the first time. you know training for being an idol takes a lot of work and effort, he was probably working his ass off and then once he got confirmed to be an idol, they probably changed his number," she assumes, reaching out for her drink. "you're right... they more than likely did change his number, and he did call me a couple times while he was practicing. they never really lasted long but, i can tell he was really trying to make time for me." 

"exactly! he did truly have love for you and it probably hurt him just as much as it did you when he knew he wouldn't be able to see you anymore, especially on you guys' anniversary." she adds before glancing over at you, who's deep in thought. does yeonjun really have hopes of you two getting back together? who are you kidding, obviously he does. and as of right now, you do too. 

you convinced yourself that you hated him but did you really? did you just hate how things ended? at this moment, you're conflicted but what you do know is that you want yeonjun just as bad as he wants you. you never stopped loving him and you probably never will. every potential relationship aka talking stage had never worked out for you because you were looking for yeonjun in every single one of them. you'll admit it, yes you seem picky but it's because yeonjun had loved you like you've never been loved. he was your first relationship but compared to how other peoples' first relationships went... yours was probably the best, which is why you weren't able to get over him. you know that you're capable of doing so but you don't want to. 

aaliyah claps in front of your face, causing you to snap out of your thoughts and snap your head toward her. "you were literally poking your food over and over again while being zoned out y/n," she says pointing down for you to look. you look down at your now punctured chicken, frowning slightly but shrugging your shoulders and continuing to eat. 

aaliyah takes offense to the fact that you didn't tell her your thought process. "um hello," she chirps which causes you to look up and wonder what she's gonna go on about now, "you're not gonna tell me your thoughts?" she sarcastically remarks making you roll your eyes.

you end up telling her every single last one of your thoughts, causing her to look at you with an 'i told you so' face. "why're you looking at me like that..." you ask with a raised eyebrow, "looking at you like what?" she questions with the same look, "like that aaliyah." you say, showing her what she looks like on your phone camera. 

"ohh, this look? this is my 'i told you so' look," she claims in a playful tone, "i don't wanna say i told you so but, i will most definitely let my face tell you!" she adds, poking out her lip and rolling her eyes to the side.

you roll your eyes in faux annoyance, finishing up the rest of your food before closing the tray and getting up to throw it away. aaliyah does the same, walking over to your couch and flopping down on her stomach first. you walk over to seat yourself down next to her, reaching out for the remote placed on your coffee table. 

"did you finish watching business proposal?" you ask scrolling through your netflix watchlist, aaliyah simply shakes her head as she continues to subconsciously scroll through instagram. you continue to look through your list to find business proposal before she gasps loudly and you're whipping your head in her direction, confused on what she's gasping about. 

"y/n, you will not believe who just popped up on my timeline." she breathes out, causing you to slightly quirk up your eyebrow. she takes notice of your reaction, turning her phone to you. 

yeonjun's instagram. that's what she was gasping about. 

"no way," you mumble in disbelief. "that's not actually him, right?" aaliyah nods her head slowly before you snatch her phone and click on his profile. this is definitely him. you slowly scroll through his photos and see a picture with him and four other guys, who you're assuming are his members. this photo alone has already proved that this is actually his page. you hand the phone back to aaliyah, pressing play on the episode of 'business proposal' you and aaliyah both left off at.

you try to focus on the show in front of you but, yeonjun keeps coming back to your thoughts. you're fully aware of the reason as to why you keep thinking about him but regardless, you continue to watch your show trying to brush off these reoccuring thoughts but no matter how hard you try, they keep coming back.

-

after a few episodes aaliyah yawns, letting it be known how tired she is. "you ready to go? i'm pretty tired too," you ask while rubbing your eyes, trying to wipe away your clouded vision. she nods her head, walking over to the door to put her shoes on. you follow suit, retrieving your shoes from by the door and walking back to get your car and house keys from atop the kitchen island. 

both of you begin to walk out of the door, turning around to lock the door behind you. you place you keys back into your pocket, leading aaliyah back to the elevator. she lightly taps you on your shoulder before muttering tiredly, "talk to him tomorrow, please," you glance at her, taking her words into consideration. 

maybe you should talk to him. tomorrow though.

you softly nod as you walk onto the elevator, pressing the lobby button and resting your head against the wall. reaching the lobby, you motion aaliyah to walk out first as you follow behind her, leading her to your car. once you approach the car, you reach for your keys clicking the unlock button. aaliyah slowly opens the passenger's seat door and seats herself down, waiting for you to start driving. you take notice of how tired she is and quickly walk around to step into your car and take a seat.

as you put the car in drive, you notice aaliyah reaching for the stereo, turning on music to keep her awake. the stereo crackles a little, meaning it's trying to connect to the nearest radio station, once it's doing so there's a light intro playing, which makes aaliyah's face light up. 

you take in her expression, "what're you so happy for? you were just falling asleep." she looks over at you, eyes filled with glee and surprise, "y/n, this is a song by yeonjun's group," she breathes out. 

you stare ahead at the road in shock, taking in what she just said. wow, his group's music is really good. 

"wait, so, this is tomorrow by together?"

"yes, it is. they've been a group for over 5 years now, debuted in 2019. that's the reason yeonjun never came back to school after leaving." 

you hum in response as you're now in thought, you never had any reason to "hate" him... he was trying to focus on his career. you highly respect him for that because you'd do the same if you were given an opportunity like that. 

you reach aaliyah's house, putting the car in park and walking her over to her door. 

"i'll see you next friday bae," she yawns, embracing you in a warm hug. "okay liyah, see you then. love you!" you say, hugging her back tightly. 

she releases you before walking into her house, leaving you with nothing but your thoughts.

you approach your car, letting yourself in, starting the engine and heading home. 

usually once you arrive home, you'd head straight to the shower and then to bed considering it's a weekday and you have work tomorrow. but as of right now, you feel nothing but the need to console yourself with a drink and a small snack. hell, with all the information you've found out today, you consider the whole pantry and a full bottle but you decide that one drink should calm you down. 

you change into your pajamas and begin walking over to your pantry, lower section stocked with unopened bottles of wine and the higher sections stocked with opened snack boxes. you grab one of your favorite snacks and your favorite wine before walking over to a cabinet filled with glasses. taking one out, you pour just enough to keep you sober and not wake up with a migraine. 

you carry the glass in one hand and your snacks in the other, walking to your bedroom with a sigh of contentment releasing from your mouth. you place the items on your bedside table, laying down on your bed with your tv remote in hand, getting ready to 'netflix and chill' by yourself. this is exactly what you needed; a moment away from all the bustling noises that fill your workplace every day, a moment away from everyone and everything. 

you turn on your childhood comfort show, allowing yourself to finally be one with yourself and enjoy the time that you're having right now, time alone. you start sipping your wine, munching lightly on your snacks, enjoying yourself as nothing but your chewing and the show playing fills your home. 

after what feels like a few hours, you reach for your phone reading the time, 1:28am. instinctively yawning, you turn off your tv indulging yourself in the warm covers that rest on your bed. you hope there will be another time where you get to have a moment like this, constantly needing a moment to unwind from the events that take place during your working hours. 

you rest your head on your pillow, calming your thoughts, shutting your eyes and dozing off into the next day.

-

you arrive to your workplace with your coffee in hand, already seeing yeonjun waiting for you by the elevators. you call out his name loud enough for him to hear, obviously reaching his ears as he perks up his head in awareness. 

he waved at you with a gentle smile resting on his lips, walking halfway to you. 

"can't believe i got here before you, isn't that a shocker?" he quips with confidence as you playfully roll your eyes while lightly hitting his shoulder. 

"let's just go upstairs for your first shoot jjun, i don't want you being late, k?" you press the elevator button, waiting for the doors to open. he nods his head in agreement, pulling out his phone to check for any messages, while taking quick glances over at you. 

you're just as beautiful as ever and it's truly something he can spend hours looking at; your beauty. how all of your features seem to fit perfectly on your face structure, how perfect your face looks adorned by the morning light. he hopes that you'll be the person he'll be able to wake up to every morning.

the sound of his name being called falls deaf on his ears as he can't seem to peel his eyes away from you. well, that is until you clap your hands in front of his face... now you've got his attention. he blinks rapidly, realizing that he was staring a bit too long. he hopes you don't figure out that he was staring at your face.

"i've called your name like six times, what was so interesting about my face that you were staring for so long?" you teasingly ask, raising your brow at him. oh, so you DID realize, okay.

"i thought we've been over this y/n? you're the most beautiful woman i've ever laid eyes on, truly. i will continue to tell you this," he says as he begins to walk onto the now opened elevator. you watch as he walks on the elevator without a single sign of uncertainty in his words making you quite flustered. you swallow any words you planned to say and walk on the elevator, standing beside yeonjun who's currently looking down at his phone. 

after a couple seconds, you both reach the floor of which his first photoshoot of the day is located. you proceed to walk out first, not giving yeonjun time to even think about doing so, he quirks a brow at that but chooses not to question it. 

he soon follows behind you, letting you guide him to where you both need to go. soon enough, you and yeonjun both arrive at the photo area just on time, which makes everyone in the room turn their heads towards the both of you. the clothing stylist begins walking over to him with a smile on his face, "morning to you two! yeonjun, do you feel comfortable wearing a skirt set for today's shoot? it's completely fine if not," he says, waiting for yeonjun to answer. yeonjun's eyes seem to light up as he nods his head. the stylist simply smiles in return as he begins to lead yeonjun to the dressing room, showing his outfit for the shoot. 

you look around for a place to sit as you wait for the shoot to start, pulling out your phone to occupy yourself. 

it's been around 20 minutes, you see yeonjun walking out of the dressing room and, wow... he looks great. he's wearing a beige skirt and shirt set with his long black hair slightly disheveled to fit the aesthetic of today's shoot. he has a confident smile painted on his face, looking over at you and shooting you a wink before he gets in position to start. 

-

this shoot was quite short compared to the others before, not that you're complaining though. yeonjun quickly changes back into his regular clothes before walking back over to you, he still has the same smile resting on his features as he sucks in a deep breath, "did you like my outfit for this shoot? it seems as if you did y/nie," he pokes at your arm with his elbow. you once again roll your eyes playfully and suck your teeth, "i guess you looked pretty nice," he gasps. "you guess? 

you look back over at him, "yeah, i guess" you repeat. he hums in response, nodding his head slowly. he begins to walk ahead of you, checking behind him as you follow suite, the both of you begin walking to his next shoot. 

you take a deep breath before letting him know that he only has two more shoots today, including the one you're walking to now. ever since the walk began, yeonjun’s been nothing but quiet which is throwing you off knowing he’s never this quiet unless something is bothering him. 

“yeonjun, what’s wrong? you’re not as talkative today,” you question. he clears his throat before asking you something you would’ve never expected, “y/n, do you remember me? from y’know— highschool?” he asks, voice cracking in the end showing how nervous he is for your answer.

sucking in another breath, you look up at yeonjun nodding your head in agreement. he’s taken aback by your gesture as he assumed you wouldn’t remember anything from highschool because you’ve tried to forget your one and only heartbreak. 

and you did, you did try. 

but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t… not that you ever wanted to though. “y/n?” you blink up at the sound of your name being called, seeing yeonjun with a small smile on his face. “did you hear what i said?” he asked as you shake your head ‘no’. he sucks in another deep breath, “i said, do you think we could try again or get to know each other again?” you smile at him, nodding your head bashfully. 

he nods with a gentle smile, raising his arms up signaling that he wants a hug. you accept it, taking him into your warm embrace and letting your senses overwhelm themselves with nothing but him. you missed him way more than you thought. 

-

the last two shoots seem to fly by as yeonjun gives you a smile every time he finishes. once yeonjun’s back in his casual clothing, you both begin to walk to the cafe to have your lunch. 

yeonjun orders a croissant with an iced americano and you order what you want. after reveiving your food, you two begin to chat it up and go over how life’s been since you’ve been away from each other. yeonjun tells you that coming back to you is all he’s ever thought about besides work, you also tell him the same thing because it’s true, he’s all you’ve thought about and no matter how hard you tried, you can’t deny it. 

his response is simply a fond smile because he’s happy that he’s been the main thing on your mind, even regarding the way he left. adding onto that, he even tells you about how he told his other four members that you’re the only he’s ever been in love with, he never stops talking about you apparently. with that, you giggle and say it’s all too much and he denies it, he’s never been in love with anyone else but you. 

both of you coming to the realization that you’ve both been rambling about each other for quite a while, you end up going home together. yeonjun insists that because he’s held you from going home, he should at least escort you home, it’s the least he can do. you’d rather not accept it than to have yeonjun go on and on about how he doesn’t want you going home by yourself even though you do so everyday, he doesn’t care. 

so that’s what he does, he has his manager drive you home and walk up to your apartment with you. just ensure that you’re “safe” the whole way. 

ending up in front of your apartment, yeonjun bids you a farewell with a hug and a small kiss on the forehead. you curl into his touch, feeling warm inside and out. he releases you from his embrace, telling you that  he hopes to see you tomorrow. you smile at his words, glad that he’ll be as happy to see you as you are with him and with that you begin to walk into your apartment. 

once you enter, you’re kicking off your shoes, readying yourself for another quiet night to yourself before sleeping.

—

the past two weeks have been a little chaotic with the new works that have been piling on top of you, but yeonjun has always been there to ease your mind. he helps you carry on with the day by making you take breathers with him, buying you meals when you haven’t had time to eat, taking you out after work, staying over at your apartment when you need someone there for you, trying his best to be there for you as much as he can with the time that he has. 

speaking of that, you only have a week and a half left with yeonjun before he leaves for korea. it’s sad to think about but it’s the cold truth, you don’t bother bringing it up because if he hasn’t, it’s clear that it’s not a subject he’d like to talk about either. with the time that you have left, yeonjun has officially asked you on a date. all the other times were you guys “just hanging out” apparently, but this time yeonjun actually asked you. he didn’t tell you where you two were going which caused you to have tons of questions, but all of your questions were answered once his driver pulled into an arcade and dining parking lot. you look over at yeonjun in awe and he simply smiles at you, reaching out for your hand to walk you both to the entrance.

you notice there’s nobody in here yet you aren’t shocked by it. yeonjun’s an idol, if there were to be people in there it would cause dating rumors. he’s already talked to you about this, he doesn’t mind for the dating rumors to appear on social media but he doesn’t want to ruin your image. it’d be a bad outcome for both of you if it weren’t outed by his company before anything. the rented out space causes both of you to feel slightly at ease, a kind worker walks up to you both telling you about all of the games the arcade provides and information about the food service. 

you can’t help but notice how she’s been staring at yeonjun the entire time but barely giving you so much but a sideways glance, you don’t pay much attention to it though because yeonjun is very attractive and a very well-known idol. he seems to take notice of it as well as he looks over at you with a raised brow, gesturing that he’s slowly getting bored of the conversation. as if on cue, the worker finishes up the conversation with an introduction for herself, once again only looking at yeonjun while speaking. 

soon she begins walking away to let you two off to play the games, yeonjun decides to go for the game named “dance dance revolution”, to test your dancing skills he says. the game starts and ends within a flash with how fast both of your legs got tired. yeonjun knew better than to put you to that test considering his job and your job, but he still wanted to see how well you’d do knowing you two used to dance together. a couple hours pass by, the hours spent by you and yeonjun laughing off each other’s losses, having short talks and just enjoying each other’s company. after coming to the realization of how many tickets you both have gathered, you collectively decide that it may be time to hurry and buy items. 

yeonjun buys you a large teddy bear plush and you buy him a fennec fox plush, you exchange gifts and continue to buy smaller items. 

once you both finish buying things for yourselves, yeonjun asks if you’d want to have drinks with him in his hotel room. you say yes as it does sound like a great idea but also because this would be your first time being alone with him for the first time in a while. as you both begin to leave, you hook onto yeonjun’s arm subconsciously not paying it any mind. yeonjun on the other hand, he’s continuing to walk to the van with wide eyes. as much as he’d like to say he isn’t phased by it, he really is. he doesn’t know why but he is. 

you both enter the van, pulling out your phones to see what notifications you’ve missed. yeonjun begins texting back his members as you start texting aaliyah. 

you: going back to his hotel lol :P

aaliyah 🎞️: use protection PLEASE!!!!!

you: doubt that’s gonna happen but okayyyy

aaliyah 🎞️: i’d like to doubt it too but it’s been 6 years y/nie…

you: what the hell does that mean. 

aaliyah 🎞️: u’ll see ;)

you hear a small giggle next to you, whipping your head to where the sound is erupting from. “what’s so funny?” you ask, confused. yeonjun looks back over to you, “aaliyah is what’s so funny,” he saw the messages. your mouth slowly forms into an ‘o’ shape out of shock which causes yeonjun to giggle once more, “it’s okay, we’ll both see if she ends up being right.” he says with a wink before looking ahead of him. you do nothing but smile at that and carry on with scrolling on your social media. 

after a short trip, you and yeonjun both arrive at where he’s been staying. he reaches for your hand to escort you out of the now motionless vehicle, walking you inside of the building with his manager following behind. the three of you take the elevator up, having a small conversation to fill the silence. 

you all begin to go your separate ways as yeonjun’s manager goes to his room and you and yeonjun go to his room, scanning his keycard and unlocking the door. finally entering the room, you take off your shoes at the door as yeonjun does the same. once finished, he begins walking over to the kitchen area to get glasses and the bottle of alcohol which you’re assuming is whiskey. 

he begins pouring glasses for both you and him to enjoy, sliding a glass over to you before taking a swig of his own. his brows furrow at the strong taste before releasing a small sigh of relief. you mirror his expression after taking a sip and place your cup down as he walks around to seat himself next to you, staring into your eyes. 

“can i ask you a question, y/n?” he says, taking another sip of his drink while doing so. you bite your lip curiously, nodding your head. “how did you feel once i left?” he furrows his brows slightly, anticipating your answer. you take another sip of your drink, “okay well, i was really upset.” you close your eyes for a second, gathering your thoughts. “you did leave on our 1 year anniversary so, i was just really confused and annoyed because i had planned so much stuff… stuff that you needed to physically be there for and as soon as i realized you weren’t, i kind of spiraled into a sadness that i thought would be endless but aaliyah and my mother helped me get out of that. i still thought about it sometimes though, before i got over you, you know?” you finish, tilting your head to the side, awaiting his response. 

to that, he nods his head respectively. “i get it, i didn’t want to leave you y/n, i swear. and i’ll never do it again. it wasn’t my intention to leave on our anniversary, i actually begged my company to let me stay in school until then but you know, they couldn’t just postpone my group’s entire debut date. and then, when i wanted to text or call you, i couldn’t. my number had been changed and i had to focus on my career, so our relationship was considered a ‘distraction’ to my company.” he says, dropping his head forward in disappointment, not at you but at himself.

you raise your hand up to his face, slowly lifting his head up, “i understand jjun, i’m no longer mad at you. i knew it was a matter of time before you debuted anyways, so there was nothing i could’ve really did about it,” you laugh lowly, smiling at him.

he smiles as well, appreciating your honesty. he takes a sip of his drink once again, clearing his throat, “let’s play 21 questions!” to which you nod, agreeing as it would be a great way to pass time. 

“okay okay, i’ll go first. so, what’s it like being an idol?” you ask.

yeonjun giggles, “in all honesty, it’s fun but really time consuming. there’s times i rarely get to spend time with my family unless it’s a holiday or something, but i'm used to it by now.”

your expression saddens at his response, cooing sadly. “aw, i’m sorry about that jjun. i can’t imagine how lonely it must get sometimes, being away from your family and all.” he sucks in a breath, “no it’s okay, after these past few years, my members have practically become my family. it’s fun having them around you know?” he nods, smiling at the thought of them. you smile gently, happy that he has people that he can depend on to be there for him. 

“okay enough about me, time to ask about you,” yeonjun says winking, both of you taking a small of your drinks before carrying on with the game. 

—

a few drinks and questions later, you’re both on yeonjun’s bed getting slightly handsy with each other. 

“i am no longer sober,” you slur out, resting your head on your palm. yeonjun nods in agreement, staring at you with a slight glimmer of something in his eyes. lust. “y/n, last question,” yeonjun says, slurring out his words slightly. you hum in response, awaiting his question. 

“do you want me as bad as i’ve always wanted you?” he says, neediness seeping into his tone. you look up at him slowly, nodding your head slightly with heavy lust hazing your vision. with your given answer, he begins to move in slowly, his plush lips grazing yours. you both take in a deep breath before you lock your arms around his neck, roughly pulling him into a very long-awaited kiss, he doesn’t fight back or tease you, letting his hands rest right on your knees.

before you know it, yeonjun’s rubbing his palm up from your knee to the crevice of your thigh. rubbing small yet soothing circles into them, making you release a small moan. “you’re so sensitive, baby, haven’t been touched in a while i’m assuming?”, he whispers before slightly nibbling on your lobe. 

he begins to slowly raise his hand up to your ass, softly gripping at the soft flesh as if you’re a porcelain doll, most fragile thing he’s ever laid his hands on. he’s being careful with you just in case this is something you don’t want, but the soft whimper you release proves him otherwise. he’s letting his free hand roam up your waist, caressing the light dip in your hip before letting it roam free to your upper back. 

you begin to unbutton your jeans and move his hand into your pants, letting him run his free hand over the soft fabric covering your cunt. he makes a slight dip into the fabric with his slim fingers, hooking it with his fingers moving it to the side. you let out a soft whimper, practically begging him for more, “please, t-touch me,” he brings his head from the side of your neck while still rubbing back and forth on your slit, “i am touching you though?”, you mentally roll your eyes before letting out a small moan just as his finger brushes over your sensitive bud. 

“tell me exactly what you want baby, you know i’ll give it to you,” he slurs, before swiftly brushing over your clit once more, “i know you’re capable of using your words, use them.” he says just as you let out a moanish sigh, “p-please… your fingers i-in me, please.” stretching out your words, he does just as you ask. 

his fingers enter you in a swift motion, making you release a whiny moan. he can’t help but crack a smile before picking up his speed in the slightest. 

“please, s-stop t-teasing,” you softly say before a wavering whimper releases from your throat, catching you and him slightly off guard. he goes back to your neck, scattering purple and blue splotches on it. 

he begins to pump his fingers faster, explicit squelching noises coming from your cunt. he groans into the side of your neck, feeling your cunt clench around his fingers. he can’t help himself at this point, the sound of your beautiful and pornographic moans are bringing him closer and closer to his own orgasm. 

he’s getting off on your own moans, pumping his fingers at a ferociously fast speed, the squelching noises of your sopping cunt making his ego boost in the best way. right on the edge of your orgasm, you begin to moan his name as if it were some type of mantra, sounding like a broken record. “let go baby, just let go and cum on my fingers,” you finally release, bucking your hips towards his palm brushing your clit on it. hearing your delicious moans, he releases as well. releasing sweet moans and groans into the side of your neck, slowly drawing his fingers out of you looking down at them to see your pretty sheer essence mixed with cum lathered all over them. 

he slowly brings his fingers up to his mouth to suckle on them, his dark orbs staring straight into your lust-filled eyes. he lets out a groan at the taste before pulling them out of his mouth, with a string of saliva following behind.

you watch him in exasperation, still out of it from your previous orgasm. he pulls you into another heated kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue, letting out a slight moan from the taste. “you taste so good, pretty girl,” he moans, resting his hand on the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. you reach down to palm at his bulge, drawing a whimper from him. 

you unzip his pants, allowing his length to breathe after being trapped away for so long. caressing his boxers, he grabs your hand in a hurry. “stop teasing, i gave you what you wanted,” he states firmly. 

you look up at him with lust in your eyes, “that’s true but, i’m in charge now jjun. take what i’m giving for now,” you say, pushing him back on the bed, running your hand up and down his thigh causing some sort of stimulation for him, to which he lowly moans at. 

removing his boxers, his cock springing out and lightly slapping against his bare stomach. your mind begins to fill with the insatiable hunger to make him feel so good to the point of him going non-verbal. following suite, you begin to rub his bright red tip, grazing over his slit in the slightest which extracts a breathy moan from him. he mumbles out a plea, which gives you no choice but to wrap your lips around his tip. 

“a-ah.. y-y/n,” he stutters, mouth agape releasing inaudible moans and slow breaths. you coo, sending vibrations through his body, causing more and moans to draw out from his beautiful lips. you begin to lick his cock from top to bottom, cleaning it of the precum oozing out from the tip. soon reaching the top, you tell yourself ‘fuck it’ and take as much of him as you can into your mouth and throat.

his moans increase in volume and in pace, he’s soon to reach his limit and you’ve barely started. “y-y/n, p-please let me..” he whimpers out, soon cut off by a guttural moan. you hum as it’s all you can do, he laces his hand through your locks, gently pulling on it and thrusts his hips upward, letting his cock hit the back of your throat causing you to gag slightly. he continues thrusting upwards at a pace you have no choice but to keep up with, your saliva quickly begins to bubble at the corners of your mouth and even some begins to run down your chin. yeonjun’s letting out continuous moans, now thrusting into your mouth at a pace that’s as fast as lightning. 

his moans, now turning into loud whimpers, carrying on with the continuous thrusts that are now turning shallow as he gets closer and closer to his final one. 

“y-y/n, f-fuck, your m-mouth is so–” he says before thrusting into your mouth one final time before letting a loud, guttural moan release from his throat. his grasp on your hair tightens as he shoots his load down your throat, tears pooling at his eyes. 

slowly but surely, he comes down from the intense high he was just feeling. he begins heaving and his breath begins to stutter as you lick up every drop of cum left over on his cock. “f-fuck, y/n s-stop, please.” he begs, back lifting off the bed from the overstimulation he’s receiving. you release from his tip with a loud pop, wiping the corners of your lips with a gentle smile on your face. 

he sighs loudly, “you did so good for me, princess,” he smiles with hooded eyes. you crawl on top of him, your cunt grazing over his half hard cock. the both of you moan at the feeling, still sensitive from your previous orgasms. “mmmh, i’m still not finished with you though,” he says before raising his hips and inserting himself into your wet cunt. you gasp loudly as yeonjun hisses before he captures your lips in another heated kiss, letting his tongue roam free as he grips your ass to control his thrusts. roughly thrusting into your cunt, causing squelching sounds to come from your sopping cunt. he pulls away from the kiss, pulling your hair roughly, yanking your head back to mark your neck once more, this time biting down on the same places he once marked. you moan loudly as he licks a long stripe down the valley between your breasts and flicks his tongue over your left nipple, pinching the other between his index finger and his thumb. his other hand wraps around your waist to toy with your clit as you massage his chest, toying with his nipples. 

you both moan out in sync as you both get close to your highs once again, pulling each other back in for another deep kiss. his thrusts start to get more aggressive as he feels you tighten around his cock, “f-fuck, i-i’m getting c-close jjun,” you stutter out as he sucks more and more splotches on your neck. 

you’re first to reach your high as you still while yeonjun continues reaching for his. you moan out loudly as yeonjun reaches for your lips once again, as if he’s addicted to the way they feel. he is addicted. he’s also addicted to the way you clamp down on him, making it impossible for him to not cum right there. his hips begin to stutter as he reaches his high, whimpering into your mouth as if he’s injured. you both share one last kiss before yeonjun releases his load inside of you, causing you to moan once more. “fuck y/n, fuck,” he says, pulling away with a string of saliva between the two of you. 

you collapse on top of him, absolutely worn out, rubbing his toned stomach softly. you both lay there, still coming down from your highs trying to regain your consciousness. as it slowly comes back to you, you both begin to laugh quietly, looking at each other fondly. 

“i’m in love with you y/n, i never stopped being in love with you,” yeonjun says, looking up at the ceiling. 

you smile knowingly, “i know yeonjun, i never stopped being in love with you either.” you say before kissing him on the lips once more. “also,” you add, yeonjun looking at you curiously, “i think your cum is spilling out of me.” you laugh softly, making yeonjun smile as he slowly picks you up bridal style, carrying you to the shower. 

“you okay with showering together?” he asks, his cheeks lightly flushed from the heated room. you giggle, nodding your head slowly. 

he helps you undress before undressing himself, turning on the shower and helps you step in. you stand under the running water, soaking yourself in the running water as yeonjun stands behind you, rubbing your shoulders gently. 

he kisses up your neck softly, wrapping his arms around your waist and spins you around to face him. he holds your face in his palms as he begins kissing you slowly, letting your arms wrap around his waist and rub up his back slowly. his hand lowers to your waist, allowing your hands to wrap around his neck as he caresses the soft flesh of your ass. slapping it gently, you moan into his mouth before he pulls away, “let me clean you up,” he says while getting on his knees, spreading your legs quickly and lapping at your clit. 

you thread through his hair with your fingers, moaning softly, “f-fuck jjun, j-just like t-that,” you whimper as he hums softly, wrapping his lips around your sensitive bud and sucking roughly. you cover your mouth with your hand and bite down on it gently.

yeonjun looks up to see why you’re quiet, seeing that your hand is muffling your sounds, “no no, i wanna hear your pretty sounds baby,” he says before taking both of your hands into his own and holding them there, staring up at you as he continues to lap up your juices. once he hears a moan he’s okay with closing his eyes again and relishing in the taste of your cunt.

he flicks his tongue over your clit which cause you to jerk up a little and close your legs but he forces them open, grumbling into your pussy. “p-please… f-fuck! j-jjun, p-please,, fuck…”, he takes his hand and puts two fingers in your cunt, watching your reaction. 

“o-oh my f-fuck, j-jjun f-fuck, j-just like t-that,” you say, slowly beginning to ride his nose, chasing your high. he moans at the taste of you once again, feeling your walls clamp down on his fingers tightly, quickening the pace of his tongue on your clit and his fingers inside of you.

his other hand runs up your torso to toy with your nipple, pinching and pulling it roughly to get you closer and closer to the edge.

he sucks on your clit once more, tugging at your nipple and scissoring his fingers in and out of you. you’re right there and he feels it, “let go for me baby, i know you’re right there.” is all he says and that’s all it takes for you to let go.

your third orgasm of the night hits harder than any other, squirting on yeonjun’s face and he continues to finger you as you come undone. you moan loudly, loud enough for yeonjun to cover your mouth himself. as you come down from your orgasm, you let out cracked sobs, letting yeonjun wipe them away. 

“shhh baby, you did so good for me, so so good, that was your best one,” he says as he kisses your lips softly, easing you through the stimulation and holding you up before you collapse. 

“let’s actually get you cleaned up now, yeah?” he says as you nod, not strong enough to anything yet.

–

the last few days of you being yeonjun’s activities manager were sweet. you guys spent everyday together after work, a few quickies here and there, but nothing too much. today’s the last day though. you have yet to see yeonjun and it’s starting to worry you as he hasn’t texted or called, and even though he said he would never do it again, you’re afraid that he left without warning again. 

you sit in your office, looking through upcoming events with music blasting through your earphones to somewhat distract you. but with the music playing so loud, you didn’t hear your door open. you notice a shadow hovering over you and as soon as you look up, you see yeonjun’s beaming smile. your eyes immediately widen at the sight of him and you can’t help but jump up and hug him. he hugs you back tightly, just as excited as you are. 

“where the hell have you been?” you ask, curiosity filling your eyes. he smiles at that, eyes motioning down. you look down to see flowers on your desk with a card stuffed inside, looking back up at him with eyes filled with the same glimmer as before. “you remembered my favorite flowers,” you say with a smile adorning your features. “read the card, love,” he tells you, motioning his hand to the card. you raise a brow curiously. you open the card to find a large paragraph reading, 

“hi baby, i know you’re reading this because i probably told you to but here we go. ever since high school, i’ve felt nothing but infatuated with you. even during my idol days, i’ve done nothing but miss you. you’ve flooded my mind then and you still flood my mind to this day, you will forever flood my mind and i will forever be infatuated with you. i’m giving you this card because you deserve it, you make me feel like myself and being with you has shown me that life is beautiful if you have beautiful people in your life. you’re the person who’s made my life beautiful, you’re my ray of sunlight, you help me grow and you’ve taught me things nobody else could’ve in the time that you did. these past 3 weeks have been amazing, all thanks to you. alright, enough of this sappy stuff, i’m really giving you this letter because i’d like to know if you’d like to be my girlfriend, we can keep it strictly confidential and only tell the people we trust would not out our relationship. 

cross one: 〇 yes! // 〇 ABSOLUTELY!

love, yj. ♡”

as you finish reading the letter, you notice a tear drop on the card. you’re crying. you look up at yeonjun teary eyed and begin searching around for a pen, crossing off the “ABSOLUTELY!” option on the card, as you start sniffling but laughing at how cute he is as well. 

“thank you jjun, this is the sweetest thing i’ve ever received. i love you so much, BOYFRIEND.” you say with a smile as yeonjun smiles back, “you’re welcome princess, you deserve it. i love you more, GIRLFRIEND.” he replies sarcastically with a laugh. 

-

long distance has never really been your forte, but yeonjun makes it easy for you. he updates you on everything he’s doing whether he’s showering, listening to music, or even washing his face. there’s been times where you’ve both asked when you’re going to see each other again and he’s mentioned that he’s going on tour but you have work so you explain that you might not be able to make it. 

“soooo, are you taking work off for my concert?” yeonjun says across the phone. 

“jjun, you know that’s not how it works…”

“and why can’t it work like that?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“yeonjun, i just got promoted, if i take work off to go see a concert then i’m gonna look irresponsible,” you say firmly, trying to get your point across. 

“okay woah, first off, it’s not ANY concert, it’s my concert. your job should understand y/n, especially lea, she’ll let you off right?”

“no yeonjun, no she will not, how many times do i have to explain that to you?” you grimace, getting annoyed. 

“well, my fucking fault y/n, sorry for thinking you actually wanted to see me.” he says, offended.

“yeonjun you know it’s not even–” you get cut off by the sound of the phone being hung up, scoffing lightly. ‘he cannot be serious,’ you think to yourself, calling yeonjun back. 

‘call declined.’ 

okay. nice, you see how it is. 

–

you’re knocking on lea, your executive’s office door, “come in,” you hear from inside. 

“hey y/n! what’s up,” she asks with the same bright smile she has everyday, “hey lea, can i take the rest of today off for txt’s concert?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“yeah of course! tell all of the boys i said hi! and tell huening to answer my messages.” she says, waving her hand around. you nod with a smile, heading out and heading home to prepare for the concert. 

you decide to dress up in a way that fits the theme of their newest album, the name chapter: temptation. you have a solid plan and you know it’s gonna go well if everyone plays their part. aaliyah’s going to soundcheck with you but you have to stay hidden so yeonjun only sees her and not you. you’ve called all the members except yeonjun, letting them know to point you and aaliyah’s section out during the ‘happy fools’ dance segment. his manager will let you backstage during the vcr break and let you and yeonjun chat it up while you can. 

it should all go well.

-

the soundcheck part went well, yeonjun saw aaliyah and tried searching for you but couldn’t find you. he’s tried calling you but you declined all of them because the plan is still in action, part of you feels bad but everything will be better once it’s time for the happy fools segment. it’s coming soon and you know it, they just finished performing happy fools and now here it comes. 

soobin’s picking the section to do the dance and he spots you waving your lightstick, “over there! them! they seem excited to do it!” he says, winking at beomgyu, huening kai and taehyun who’s bringing yeonjun over. 

the spotlight’s been put on you and now you’re on the big screen for everyone to see. yeonjun’s already smiling but once he sees you, it gets wider and so does yours. you’re waving at him and aaliyah’s waving at the other members while letting you and yeonjun have your moment.

the members begin singing the part of the song needed to dance, which causes your section to do the dance including you and aaliyah. all the members are dancing along while yeonjun’s staring at you with a large smile on his face the entire time. once that comes to an end, the vcr turns on so you and aaliyah rush out and see the members’ stylist is rushing to the both of you and bringing you to the backstage area. 

you all reach the backstage door, the stylist knocks and the door opens to soobin standing there with a big smile on his face.

“it’s so good to finally meet you both! i’ve heard tons about you two– not bad things of course! lots of good things, i swear!” he says, still smiling at you both while going in to hug you both. “nice to meet you as well soob!” you say with a beaming smile. 

beomgyu, taehyun and huening kai finally walk up to you both and smile at you. “hi guys!” you say hugging the three boys, “so glad i can finally meet you! yeonjun literally does not stop talking about you,” beomgyu says as the other two boys nod with smiles on their faces. you giggle at that, looking at taehyun and huening, “hi y/n! how have you been?” taehyun asks, hugging you once again, “i’ve been good! how about you tae?” you ask, hugging him back.

“i’ve been okay, same ole same ole, but we have to hurry so you can talk to yeonjun or else he might lose it…” he says, sucking in a breath. “yeesh, you’re right,” you say before hugging their maknae. 

“hueniiiiing!” “y/nnnn!” he says with his normal gummy smile, “how is it working with my sister?” he asks with a raised brow. “it’s been fun! she says hi to you and for you to answer her texts…” you say, raising your brow. “hahaha! i already did so no worries! now go talk to yeonjun please… he’s like dying…” he says, pushing you toward yeonjun’s dressing room. 

you give him a thumbs up before opening yeonjun’s door and see him sitting on the couch, scrolling through instagram. he looks up to see who it is and gasps. you both run to each other and hug each other, kissing each other all over each other’s faces. 

he kisses you on the lips and pulls you back into a hug, “baby i’m so sorry for hanging up on you, i was just really scared you wouldn’t make it,” he says, shoving his head into your neck. you hug him back tightly, “baby it’s okay, that was apart of my plan,” you say leaning your head on his shoulder. 

he sighs softly, pulling away and kissing again. “i’m sorry, i just… cannot believe you’re actually here.” you smile at that, “i know, i can’t believe i’m actually here either, your mom drove me and aaliyah here.” he gasps, “my mom’s here?” he asks, shocked at the fact that he did all that stuff with his mom here. 

“yes jjun, and so is your father. i flew them out for the concert,” you add as yeonjun looks at you with wide eyes. you giggle at his reaction, kissing his pouty lips, “it’s fine jjun, they didn’t have much of a reaction anyways, they’re aware of how you act at concerts.” 

“that did not make me feel any better.” he says, rolling his eyes. you giggle at that once more, checking your phone, “oh shit, it’s almost time for you to go back on stage,” you say, pushing him out the dressing room. “i’ll be back here with your people watching everything from here, i love you okay?” you add, kissing him once again, “okay, i’ll see you after the concert,” he kisses you back, winking before walking back out with his members.

you sit down with aaliyah, talking about what song you think is going to be next, watching the monitor carefully. 

-

after a successful concert, the boys go out for dinner to celebrate another concert finished but apparently, they had something planned for you and yeonjun. it catches you both off guard but they all allow you two to head back to the hotel and have some free time with each other after not being able to see the other in person for a while.

you and yeonjun decided to drink together and watch a few movies, talk to each other and learn some of yeonjun’s group choreographies together. it’s been a way you two have always spent time with each other every time you get time to hang out with each other, as in when yeonjun comes to new york or when ever you go to korea (which is rare due to you two’s schedules). you always find some way to spend time with each other depending on if you have time. but over the phone has been no different, you guys play games, talk to each other, drink with each other, same things you do when you two see each other in person. but this time, it feels… different. 

not being able to see each other for 7 months has been a bit wild but nothing you two can’t overcome. you’ve spent the majority of the night talking to each other and cuddling with each other. yeonjun’s mom called him and spoke to you both about how to handle long distance because she had to do that with his father while he was traveling and she was really sweet about it. you both chatted it up with his mom and then had a bit of alone time, once again watching movies and stuff. 

after a couple of drinks, you’re all over each other, sprawled out across yeonjun’s bed in the weirdest positions possible. 

“y/n,” yeonjun starts, looking over at you. you hum and look over at him in response, awaiting his words. 

“you know i really love you right?” he asks, resting his head on his palm. “yes yeonjun, you’ve told me multi–” “no, like i really love you. more than anything in this entire world.” you pause, looking over at him confused. 

“really?” you ask, dumbfounded. “yes, more than absolutely anything, i mean it.” 

you smile fondly, “well, i feel the same yeonjun. you mean the absolute world to me and i couldn’t ask for anyone better.” you say with a genuine smile. 

he smiles and hums fondly, “i’m glad.” 

you nod, putting your focus back on the movie before yeonjun climbs on top of you, pinning your arms down to the bed. 

“you knowww, it’s been a while.” 

you giggle, “ah really? i couldn’t tell,” you reply snarkily. “i don’t your tone, missy,” he says, with a quirked brow. 

“and what exactly are you going to do about it?” you add, tilting your head to the side. 

yeonjun chuckles lowly, “oh, you’ll see what i’m gonna do about it.” he says before lowering himself to kiss down your neck. “i’m gonna end this night with something unforgettable, y/n.”

UNFORGETTABLE: impossible to forget; very memorable.

that’s the solid definition of who he is. choi yeonjun, you are absolutely unforgettable, the main reason why:

i can’t remember to forget you. 

© TTYUNZ.

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LOVE STRINGS — TUBATU

synopsis . tubatu as beabadoobee songs

투바투 : txt x gnr ☁️ 1.1K — fluff ❨ warnings ❩ suggestive, profanity, txt down bad losers yes! 𓍼 note — repost again but who really cares┆(bookshelf)

OO1 ┊CHOI YEONJUN

as glue song

if you guys were in a relationship, you would basically be in a relationship w this song

this songs just embodies yeonjun

this man would fall in love pretty quickly if you knew the right ways to make his heart flutter

he would still feel like he came back from his first date w you after you both go on dates.

bros go to line would be "where are you rn?"

like even if you just called him 5 mins ago that you're coming to his house he would still text you

or if you just left the dorm

you would literally be stuck to him by the glue (😆😆)

he can't even find the right words to express what he feels for you

theres so much he wants to express because I see him as a very expressive person

its the little things he does that show how much he loves you

putting his hand against the top of a cabinet so when you bring your head up it would hit the edge

allowing you to use him as a makeshift chair at anytime

this man will never say no to you

if you want something, he'd simply just nod his head

if you want boba, he'd kiss your forehead and leave the apartment after saying 'I love you'

he's seriously so whipped for you plss

"have I ever told you how pretty you look?"

"jun, you said that five times this morning."

other members are under the cut !

OO2 ┊CHOI SOOBIN

as livelong

this song is so soobin coded idc

he would learn so much with being in a relationship with you

it would be one of those quiet times you both would spend together

you would be reading a book, resting on his lap

he would be massaging you head, stroking his fingers through your hair

and he would be lost in your eyes fixated on the book you were engrossed in

and he knew he was in love with you

everytime he sees you see would have so many thoughts running around his head and he would just make some weird noise whenever you ask him a question because he has so much to say

"did you listen to this song, bin? I love it sm."

"nngh"

🧍‍♀️

no because you're the partner he wants to grow old with

like he can't name a more beautiful person other than you

bro is so in love its actually concerning

and you would be to

thats how you both were

you both learn so much from each other through conversations, heated arguments, anything

and at the end of the day, you both were molded for each other

thats how yall were

"If we both had children should we call them soobeans?"

"babe..."

OO3 ┊CHOI BEOMGYU

as apple cider

plsss this song was dedicated to beomgyu

he would never express his feelings like

its giving friends to lovers with mutual pining, but half of the time its beomgyu acting like he hates you, denying his feelings but actually he's so in love with you.

he just doesn't know it yet

because why does he always hold your hand when you walk together in public?

oh so you wont get lost

ok so why does he call you "honey" in front of other people

so they won't bother you

like... ok bff

the deluder is deluding

"I don't even like you that much. Wait, I do, fuck"

TELL ME THAT AIN'T HIM

plss he'd be so awkward asking you out

"idk maybe if you wanna go out to watch or movie or something idk."

he'd blush so hard when you say yes

and when you both date

it would still be the same expect yall are dating HELPP

the way yall would bicker 80% of the time and then make out the other 20% of the time

its so cute to see him all flustered when you compliment him

"you are soo in love with me, gyu."

"SHUT UP!"

OO4 ┊KANG TAEHYUN

as you're here that's the thing

he'd want a simple relationship

he doesn't want to overcomplicate things

hell he'd even just want a no-label relationship

I so believe that this man is a "career>relationship"

sorry terry 😕

he'd want it to be lowkey

but when it's just the two of you, he's so???

no because why does he glitch everytime he sees you??

he feels so safe when you're just simply there

like you srsly got him wrapped around your finger

"tyun, I'm sorry I cant come tomorrow. Plus, what would happen if I'm not there."

"You're not there, that's the thing."

LIKE?????

he falls a bit too hard whenever he sees you

and you're sick of this no-label relationship

you want it to be more than just this

and you know he wants it too

so after months of contemplating

you confronted him

and he couldn't imagine his life without you

so without saying anything

he just kissed you

he loves you too much to let go of you

he's never felt this b4, but he liked it

"I know I don't say it. that much, but..."

"it's okay tyun, I do too."

OO1 ┊HUENING KAI

as art class

he's someone who would have a massive crush on someone (you) and he would think they won't like him back

he would be the first one to realise if you got a new haircut

or if you changed your perfume

he has a great memory when it comes to you.

He'd be so attentive when he listens to you

he would remember the little things like

"there's no way you got me this."

"you said you liked it when we were at the park."

PLSS HE SO CUTE

you'd notice his cute gestures

and you realised he liked you

you made him feel like his heart was an art class

he'd feel so wild yet it be in the calmest moments you both would have

he likes you so much, he doesn't know what to do

he's the type of person to feel so much and he actually doesn't know what to do

so you ask him if he wanted to go out

everything around you both froze, to him

he'd just stand there and nod

plsss

even after its a few months after you both start dating

he'd still be so utterly in love with you

he'd just wanted to be with you, doing nothing

if only you could read his mind.

"you looked so pretty today, not the you didn't look pretty yesterday or any other days! you actually look pretty everyday-"

"kai if you wanna kiss, just say so."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎designer yuoniz ! do not copy, repost, translate any of my works

PAIRING: richboy!kang taehyun x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: He’s been a pain in your ass since you began working at the club. He’s arrogant and insanely wealthy, and you’re struggling to simply pay tuition. Needless to say, it’s not quite the match made in heaven… or so it seems. 

WC. 11,200+

GENRE: rich kid au, country club au, e2l au, crack, fluff

WARNINGS: mild language, illegal activity, y/n’s an actual dumbass, and taehyun’s kind of a dick lol

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You repeatedly tapped your pen against your sticky, worn checkbook, awaiting a response from the refined, old lady sitting comfortably under a patio umbrella. You, on the other hand, felt the scorching heat of the summer sun against your back, making you sweat uncontrollably—you could only hope you didn’t resemble a drenched pig. The woman eyed you, a bit too judgmentally for your liking, before pointing her perfectly manicured nail at the menu in her hand, “I want this pasta, but make it gluten-free. Throw in another iced tea, too… extra lemon, of course!”

You winced at her shrill voice. 

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, all of our pasta is made from flour,” you explained patiently. Her right eye twitched. You were an obstacle in her way of getting what she desired, she was angry. Lovely. However, above all, she was confused, “Just tell the chef to make it without flour, let him know it’s a special request. I don’t see the issue.”

“Ma’am, I’m telling you… there’s no way to make it without flour, we just don’t have the type of noodle you want in house.”

She drummed her hand on the table, absolutely fuming. She glanced at you like you kicked a puppy, it was absolutely infuriating. She grasped for nothing as her brain formulated any response, “This is outrageous! I want to speak with a manager. Now!”

You sighed, “Gladly.”

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WHEN THEIR S/O IS ON HER PERIOD ⟳ ۪ ׂ 𓈒 ʾʾ

a/n. old repost from my old acc (ihrtrep) .ᐟ btw, i'm on my period too so i'm at a delulu state rewriting this 🙈

wc. 0.4k warnings. mention of menstruation (obv), cramps, period jokes that aren't funny, not proofread .ᐟ

𖤐 CHOI YEONJUN

i think yeonjun would be the type of boyfriend that would try to help you in any way he can, he would do a care package with everything you might need, would try to cook something for you, and then would lay next to you and cuddle while watching a movie or a series. if you have low self-esteem because of the period he would absolutely say loving and comforting words to you.

“you are the most beautiful woman i've ever seen and i'll kick your period's ass if it lets you feel like this again, okay?”

“i'm going to cry because of you, jjunie!”

“well, you deserve all the love and care, especially now,” he said before kissing your cheek and cuddle with you.

i just love him <33

𖤐 CHOI SOOBIN

when i tell you this man would try and say shit like he's a teacher of 6th graders explaining why menstruation is something important in a woman's life and is nothing to be ashamed of, I MEAN IT.ᐟ he doesn't care if you've already known this for a long long time, he will tell you again in case you forgot.

but even with his "wise words", he'll try to be there for you if you need anything but in reality he's scared shitless that you might snap at him and make him cry with your «mean menstruation words» as he names it.

𖤐 CHOI BEOMGYU

beomgyu would freak out and would try to call one of the members for help, he obviously called taehyun (the most logical one) and he just told him to give you some chocolate or something warm to put in your uterus in case it hurts because of the cramps. beomgyu was super confused as to why he knew all of this and he, who did have a girlfriend, didn't but he did all that tae said at the end and you were so thankful for that.

we know he has a playful manner so if you're in a bad mood, he would try to make you laugh with bad period jokes instead of laughing at your pain.

“what kind of bikes do girls ride?”

“what?”

“menstrual cycles”

𖤐 KANG TAEHYUN

the most smart one, he knows what to do and knows he shouldn't even say you are on your period unless he wants to die. he would cook your favorite meal, would buy you heat patches for your cramps, and would be pretty attentive to you, utterly the best boyfriend you could ever ask for <3

bonus .ᐟ has a calendar app for your cycle and to make sure to buy pads, tampons, menstrual cup (wtvr you use).

𖤐 HUENING KAI

PHYSICAL TOUCH !! he would love to just lay down with you and rub your belly to ease your cramps, would be the type of boyfriend who has such a connection with you that would live your period as if he has it too, i feel like hyuka would be that kind of boyfriend who does a pajama day and stays in bed til' the night with you, watching movies and muting his phone to stay focused on you and only you.

if you have cravings at like— 3:00am and you don't have that one thing you want in your house, he would go out to the nearest convenience store and buy it ><

© HRTBEOMI 2024

can we start over? - c.yj

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

✸ exbsf!yj x afab!reader

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

✸ song rec. start over - jacquees

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

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

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

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

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

you felt trapped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’m driving.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“but-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

✸ ✸ ✸

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

on top of him.

jesus fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

what if he left you again?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“so last night-“

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

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

“what?…”

“im in love with you too.”

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

a long, warm, cozy hug.

a hug you’ve been craving for a while.

his hug.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yn-“

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

“perfect, where do you want to go?”

“how about…”

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

you missed this.

you missed yeonjun.

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

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𐙚 WALTZ OF FOUR LEFT FEET.

— he fakes a smile as he watches you dance with somebody else.

genre: angst, strangers to friends to almost lovers to strangers again :>>

pairing: barista!kai x afab!reader

warning: none (?) lmk if i forgot anything

wordcount: 4.1k

now playing: shirebound & busking - waltz of four left feet

the mellow music drifts through the open door, a soft invitation into the dimly lit room. kai steps inside, his eyes scanning the crowd, seeking you out. when he finally spots you, his heart skips a beat. you wave at him with a smile that could light up the darkest night, and he waves back, though his eyes linger on you, captivated by the way you move with your date. not him. not him and his heart being hopelessly in love with you.

how did he end up here, watching from the sidelines?

it was a sunny day in early spring when you first walked into the small bakeshop tucked away in a quiet corner of town. the scent of freshly baked bread and pastries wafted through the air, a comforting aroma that drew you in. you were a regular, often stopping by for a quick snack or a coffee on your way home from school.

as you approached the counter, you noticed a new face behind it. a boy with a friendly smile and dark, curly hair. he wore an apron that read “huening’s bakeshop” and seemed to be struggling to tie it properly. you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.

“need some help with that?” you asked, stepping up to the counter.

kai looked up, startled, and then laughed. “yeah, it’s my first day here. my dad’s making me learn the ropes. i’m kai, by the way.”

“nice to meet you, kai. i’m y/n. and don’t worry, i’m a pro at tying aprons,” you said, reaching over to help him.

as you tied the apron, you felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if you had known him for years. kai’s eyes sparkled with gratitude. “thanks, y/n. what can i get for you today?”

“i’ll have my usual—a cinnamon roll and a strawberry latte,” you replied with a smile.

kai nodded, jotting down your order. “coming right up. so, you come here often?”

“yeah, i’m a regular. best cinnamon rolls in town,” you said, glancing around the cozy shop.

kai grinned. “i’ll take that as a compliment. my dad’s been perfecting the recipe for years.”

as you sat down to enjoy your snack, you watched kai bustle around behind the counter, his movements becoming more confident with each task. you couldn’t help but notice how charming he was, and before you knew it, you had spent almost five hours in the bakeshop, nursing the same cinnamon roll and latte.

the next day, you found yourself back at the bakeshop, and the day after that, too. it wasn’t just the pastries that kept you coming back—it was kai. there was something about him that drew you in, a magnetism that you couldn’t resist.

spring break passed in a blur of lazy mornings and warm afternoons. you and kai quickly fell into a routine, spending almost every day together. on days when he ditched his shift at the bakeshop, you’d explore the town, discovering new places and sharing laughter and secrets.

one afternoon, you convinced kai to visit the newly opened arcade house just a few blocks from your house. as you entered the vibrant, neon-lit space, you felt a rush of excitement. the sounds of clinking coins and cheerful game music filled the air.

“ready to lose?” you teased, nudging kai with your elbow.

he laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “you wish. i’m pretty good at these games.”

the two of you spent hours competing at various arcade games, from air hockey to racing simulators. each victory was met with playful banter, and each loss with exaggerated groans of defeat. by the end of the day, you were both carrying armfuls of tickets, grinning from ear to ear.

“let’s get something from the prize counter,” kai suggested, his eyes scanning the array of toys and trinkets.

you nodded, pointing to a stuffed bear that caught your eye. “how about that one?”

kai exchanged the tickets for the bear and handed it to you with a shy smile. “for you.”

you felt a flutter in your chest as you took the bear. “thanks, kai. this was fun.”

“yeah, it was,” he agreed, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual.

another day, kai invited you to his house, promising to make an entire cinnamon roll bread just for you. as you entered the cozy kitchen, you felt a sense of warmth and belonging. kai’s family welcomed you with open arms, and soon you were elbow-deep in flour and dough, laughing and chatting as you baked together.

“are you sure you know what you’re doing?” you teased, watching kai fumble with the dough.

he grinned, a smear of flour on his cheek. “of course! i’m a master baker.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “we’ll see about that.”

the two of you worked together, kneading the dough and rolling it out. kai’s hands brushed against yours occasionally, sending sparks of electricity through your skin. you tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was impossible to ignore the growing connection between you.

as the cinnamon roll bread baked, filling the kitchen with its sweet aroma, kai turned to you with a soft smile. “thanks for spending spring break with me, y/n. it’s been... really great.”

you felt your cheeks warm at his words. “i’ve had a lot of fun, too, kai. more than i expected.”

he took a step closer, his gaze intense. “i’m glad. because…”

your heart skipped a beat. “kai...”

before you could say more, the timer dinged, signaling that the cinnamon roll bread was ready. kai quickly turned to the oven, his cheeks flushed. he pulled out the golden-brown loaf, setting it on the counter to cool.

“let’s eat,” he said, his voice a bit shaky.

as things continued to unfold like a dream, each day brings you and kai closer. there was a particular afternoon that stood out, one that made your heart race with an intensity you hadn't felt before. you and kai had decided to have a picnic at a nearby park, the sun casting a warm, golden glow over everything.

as you sat on the checkered blanket, enjoying the snacks you’d brought, a gentle breeze picked up, blowing a few strands of your hair across your face. kai reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek as he tucked the stray hairs behind your ear. the touch was electric, sending a shiver down your spine.

“there,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours.

you felt your cheeks heat up, and for a moment, you both just stared at each other, the world around you fading away. kai leaned in slightly, and you felt your breath hitch, your heart pounding in your chest. but just as his lips were about to touch yours, he pulled back, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks.

“sorry,” he mumbled, looking away.

you shook your head, your voice barely above a whisper. “don’t be.”

the moment passed, but the tension between you remained. neither of you had the courage to talk about it, to define what was happening between you. instead, you continued to spend your days together, a mix of unspoken words and lingering touches.

every night, as you lay in your bed, you replayed the moments of the day in your mind. you knew this wasn’t just a friendship, and you were certain kai felt the same way. it was a comforting thought, even as it filled you with a longing you couldn’t quite name.

as the end of spring break approached, you both knew that things would change once school started again. you wondered if the magic of your time together would fade in the harsh light of reality. kai seemed to share your concerns, his usual cheerfulness tinged with a quiet uncertainty.

“so, back to school tomorrow,” you said one evening as you walked together by the beach.

kai nodded, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “yeah. it’s going to be different.”

“do you think... things will change between us?” you asked hesitantly.

he stopped walking and turned to face you, his expression serious. “i don’t want them to. do you?”

you shook your head. “no, i don’t.”

he smiled, a small, hopeful smile that made your heart ache. “then let’s not let it. let’s keep this, whatever it is.”

“okay,” you agreed, feeling a sense of relief.

the first day back at school was a whirlwind of classes and catching up with friends. you tried to keep your promise to kai, to hold onto the special connection you’d built over the break. but then taehyun threw everything into chaos.

it was during lunch when taehyun approached you, his usual entourage nowhere in sight. he looked uncharacteristically nervous, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“y/n, can we talk?” he asked, his voice unusually soft.

“sure,” you replied, curiosity piqued.

he led you to a quieter corner of the schoolyard, taking a deep breath before speaking. “i’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while now. i like you, y/n. a lot.”

you stared at him, stunned. taehyun, your rival, was confessing to you? it didn’t make sense. “taehyun, i...”

“i know this is sudden,” he continued, “and maybe you don’t feel the same way, but i had to tell you. i couldn’t keep it to myself anymore.”

you bit your lip, your mind racing. you thought of kai, of the delicate bond you were trying to nurture. telling him about this would only complicate things. “taehyun, i appreciate you telling me, but i need some time to think.”

he nodded, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. “i understand. take all the time you need.”

you kept taehyun’s confession to yourself, unsure of how to tell kai. you didn’t want to hurt him or jeopardize what you had. but the secret weighed heavily on you, creating a rift between you and kai that neither of you acknowledged.

“everything okay?” kai asked one afternoon as you walked home together.

you forced a smile. “yeah, just a lot on my mind with school and all.”

he gave you a concerned look but didn’t press further. “if you ever need to talk, you know i’m here, right?”

“i know,” you said, feeling a pang of guilt.

the days passed in a blur of schoolwork and stolen moments with kai. you couldn’t help but notice the way taehyun watched you, his gaze filled with unspoken words. it only added to your confusion and the growing tension between you and kai.

one evening, kai invited you to the bakeshop after hours. the place was empty, save for the two of you. he had a tray of freshly baked cinnamon rolls waiting, the familiar scent filling the air.

“thought we could have a little spring break reunion,” he said with a smile, handing you a warm roll.

you took it, smiling back. “thanks, kai. this is perfect.”

as you ate, the conversation flowed easily, just like it had during spring break. but there was an underlying tension, an unspoken question hanging in the air.

“y/n,” kai said suddenly, his voice serious, “is there something you’re not telling me?”

you looked down at your hands, the guilt bubbling to the surface. “kai, i...”

before you could continue, the door to the bakeshop swung open, and taehyun walked in. he looked between you and kai, his expression unreadable.

“sorry to interrupt,” he said, his tone tense. “but i needed to talk to y/n.”

the end of the school year was approaching, and with it, prom night. the excitement was palpable throughout the school, with everyone buzzing about dresses, tuxedos, and the magical evening to come. you had been quietly hoping that kai would ask you to be his date, your heart fluttering every time you saw him.

each night, you would find yourself praying for kai to make a move, to finally ask you to the spring dance. you imagined how perfect it would be, to finally have your feelings for him out in the open, to dance with him under the twinkling lights and let everything else fall away.

meanwhile, kai was struggling with his own set of emotions. he had been trying to muster the courage to ask you to prom, but each time he attempted to broach the subject, you would deftly change the topic. it wasn’t that you weren’t interested—it was just that you were terrified of revealing how you really felt. your feelings for kai were so intense and confusing that you didn’t know how to express them without risking rejection or ruining the friendship you had.

one afternoon, kai was sitting at his usual spot in the school courtyard, his gaze distant as he stared at the ground. his friends, beomgyu and kai, were chatting animatedly about their plans for prom.

“so, have you asked anyone to the dance yet?” beomgyu asked kai, nudging him playfully.

kai shook his head, his nerves on edge. “not yet. still trying to figure out the right moment.”

“come on, man. just go for it. you’ve been thinking about it for weeks,” beomgyu urged.

kai sighed, looking down at his hands. “it’s not that simple. every time i try to talk about it with y/n, she changes the subject. i don’t know if she’s interested or if she’s just avoiding the topic.”

beomgyu looked at kai with a knowing smile. “sounds like you’re overthinking it. maybe she’s waiting for you to make the first move.”

kai frowned. “but what if she’s not interested? i don’t want to make things awkward between us.”

“you won’t know until you try,” beomgyu said encouragingly. “and if you don’t ask her, you’ll never find out.”

kai nodded slowly, still unsure. the fear of rejection gnawed at him, and the last thing he wanted was to risk what little time he had left with you before graduation.

two weeks before prom, you found yourself sprawled across kai's bed, the familiar comfort of his room and the soft tunes from the radio enveloping you. the scent of cinnamon rolls filled the air, and you took a bite of the sweet pastry kai had made just for you. it was a ritual you cherished, a small piece of normalcy in a sea of uncertainties.

you had been mulling over how to broach the subject of prom with kai. the subtle hints you had dropped over the past few weeks had not yielded any clear response from him. you decided to take a leap of faith, hoping that he might finally address the topic.

“kai,” you began, your voice soft but steady, “do you have any plans for the prom dance?”

kai’s demeanor shifted instantly. he sat up straighter, his eyes widening slightly. he looked at you, his expression a mix of surprise and anxiety. you could almost see the gears turning in his mind as he struggled to find the right words.

“uh, well,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, “i haven’t really thought about it much. i mean, i guess... i was thinking of just going as a regular attendee.”

his hesitation was palpable, and you felt a pang of disappointment. you had hoped for a clearer answer, a sign that he was planning to ask you, but instead, his response seemed to suggest otherwise. you forced a smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“oh,” you said, trying to keep your tone light. “because, actually, i was thinking of asking taehyun to be my partner.”

kai’s face fell as if you had slapped him. his eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he looked as though his world had shattered. the mention of taehyun, someone he knew you had a complicated history with, seemed to hit him harder than you had anticipated.

“t-th-that’s great then,” kai said, his voice trembling slightly. “i’m sure he’ll be a good partner. i... i don’t really have any plans, so i’ll just be attending.”

his smile was strained, and the awkward silence that followed was heavy with unspoken words. the room felt smaller, the weight of kai’s unspoken feelings pressing down on both of you. you could see the hurt in his eyes, and it made your heart ache.

“i think... i should go home,” you said quietly, standing up. “it’s getting late.”

kai nodded, his expression a mix of sadness and resignation. “yeah, okay. i’ll see you around.”

you left his house with a lump in your throat, tears threatening to spill. once you were home, you collapsed into your mom’s arms, the pain of unspoken words and unrealized hopes overwhelming you. you cried softly, your teenage heart feeling as though it was breaking for the first time.

back at kai’s house, the evening had turned somber. he sat with his dad outside, the cool night air offering little solace. kai stared at the stars, his thoughts a jumble of regret and self-reproach. he had wanted to ask you to prom, but his fear and uncertainty had held him back.

“dad,” kai finally said, his voice barely above a whisper, “i messed up. i wanted to ask y/n to prom, but i couldn’t bring myself to do it. now she’s planning to go with taehyun.”

his dad, sensing the depth of kai’s pain, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. he didn’t need to say anything—his presence and the shared silence spoke volumes. they sat together, the unspoken understanding between them a quiet testament to kai’s heartbreak.

kai’s thoughts swirled around the missed opportunity and his own cowardice. he had let his fears prevent him from expressing his true feelings, and now it felt like it was too late. the night passed in a haze of regret, kai’s heart heavy with the weight of his unspoken love and the realization of what he had lost.

the days after that night seemed to stretch on endlessly, each one marked by a heavy silence between you and kai. the once-easy conversations and warm smiles had been replaced by a stilted, almost uncomfortable formality. you would exchange polite hellos if you happened to run into each other in the neighborhood, but there was an unmistakable distance between you now.

one morning, you were walking to the corner store when you saw kai coming from the opposite direction. your heart skipped a beat, hoping for some semblance of the old familiarity. you offered a tentative smile, but kai’s response was a brief nod, his eyes quickly averting to the ground. the warmth you had once felt in his presence seemed to be gone, replaced by a chill that made your chest ache.

often times, you would take a different route to avoid further awkward encounters. as you walked past kai’s house, you saw him through the window, his back to you as he worked on a new batch of cinnamon rolls. the sight of him, so absorbed in his task, stirred a pang of longing in your heart. you remembered the days when you would sit in his kitchen, laughing and talking for hours over those same cinnamon rolls. now, even seeing him from afar felt like a painful reminder of what had been lost.

the neighborhood that once felt like a comforting haven now seemed like a landscape of painful reminders. each time you encountered kai while walking to school or grabbing groceries, the air was thick with unspoken awkwardness.

it was thursday, you ran into kai at the local park. he was sitting on a bench, reading a book, and for a moment, you hesitated. you had hoped that time would heal the rift between you, but now, the distance felt insurmountable.

“hey, kai,” you said, trying to sound casual as you approached.

kai looked up from his book, his eyes meeting yours with a brief flicker of surprise. he gave a stiff smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “oh, hey. didn’t expect to see you here.”

“yeah, just needed some fresh air,” you replied, forcing a smile. “what are you reading?”

“just a novel for class,” kai said, his tone polite but distant. “it’s nothing special.”

the conversation fell flat, each of you searching for something to say but coming up empty. the shared history that had once bridged the gap between you now felt like a distant memory. kai shifted uncomfortably on the bench, his fingers fidgeting with the book’s cover.

“well,” you said, feeling the weight of the silence, “i should get going.”

“yeah, me too,” kai replied, standing up. “see you around.”

you both went your separate ways, the encounter leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. the closeness you had once shared was now replaced with an uncomfortable tension that neither of you knew how to navigate.

kai stood on the edge of the crowd, his heart a mixture of bittersweet resignation and tender longing. from his vantage point, he watched you dance with taehyun, the joy in your eyes evident even from a distance. the sight of you smiling, lost in the moment, tugged at the corners of his heart.

he took a deep breath, trying to steady the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. the music played softly in the background, a gentle reminder of the beauty of the night, even if he wasn’t part of it. the rhythmic beat and the laughter of the crowd seemed distant, as if he were in a bubble of his own making.

as he observed, kai couldn’t help but reflect on the past weeks—the missed opportunities, the unspoken words, and the painful realization of his own fear. he thought back to those afternoons spent in the park, the moments when he had wanted to tell you how he felt but had been paralyzed by the fear of rejection.

a gentle tap on his shoulder pulled him from his reverie. it was beomgyu, who had noticed kai standing apart from the festivities.

“hey, man,” beomgyu said, his voice carrying a note of concern. “you okay?”

kai forced a smile, though it didn’t fully reach his eyes. “yeah, I’m fine. just needed a moment to think.”

beomgyu studied him for a moment, then nodded. “it’s a tough night, huh? seeing someone you care about with someone else.”

“yeah,” kai said, his voice soft. “but i guess it’s part of life. not everything ends the way you want it to.”

beomgyu clapped him on the back. “you know, it’s okay to feel sad. but don’t let it keep you from moving forward. sometimes, the hardest things teach us the most.”

kai nodded, appreciating the sentiment but feeling the weight of his own emotions. “thanks, beomgyu.”

beomgyu offered a reassuring smile before wandering back into the crowd, leaving kai alone with his thoughts once more.

kai took a step back, finding a quiet spot away from the hustle and bustle of the prom. he leaned against a wall, the coolness of the brick grounding him as he watched you dance. the smile on your face was genuine, and it struck him how much you deserved to be happy, even if he wasn’t the one making you smile.

he let his gaze soften, allowing himself to embrace the melancholy of the moment. the heartache was real, a sharp pang that resonated deeply within him. but even through the pain, he found a strange sense of peace. it was as if he was finally coming to terms with the reality of the situation.

kai closed his eyes, letting the memories of your shared moments wash over him. the way you laughed at his jokes, the warmth of your presence, and the bittersweet taste of those cinnamon rolls. all of it was a testament to what had been, and what might have been, had he not been so afraid.

finally, with a deep breath, kai straightened up and looked back at the dance floor. his eyes met yours once more, and this time, he allowed a genuine smile to spread across his face. it wasn’t a smile of regret or sorrow, but one of acceptance and hope.

“you’re going to be okay,” he murmured to himself, the words feeling like a promise. “things will get better eventually. they always do.”

he turned away from the dance floor, making his way through the crowd with a newfound resolve. each step felt lighter, as if the burden of his heartache was slowly lifting. he knew that moving on wouldn’t be immediate or easy, but he also knew that healing would come in time.as kai exited the venue, he glanced back one last time, catching a fleeting glimpse of you laughing with taehyun. it was a moment of closure, a final acknowledgment of what had been and what could never be.

gyo's note: i had fun writing this :>> lol fyi this happened irl but i was in kai's position and i knew that the dude i liked actually liked me back through his friend :DD so yeah we're actually both coward enough to do the first move, i've already moved on tho (it was like 2 years from now???) anyway, if you made it to this part, thank you so much for reading! you will be loved. xoxo!

✮ 2024 gyorouis, all rights reserved.

summer lovin'

synopsis: a sun-soaked beach day turns unexpectedly tense when a stranger encroaches on the couple's idyllic summer outing

彡 pairing: beomgyu x afab!reader 彡 genre: fluff, suggestive (?) 彡 warnings: explicit content, foul language, unwanted advances, physical intimacy, moaning ???

SEUL SPEAKS! its been awhile... i took a lil vacation so i couldn't write as often ㅠㅠ hope this somehow makes up for it!

the summer sun blazed overhead, casting golden rays over the bustling beach. the sound of waves crashing against the shore mingled with laughter and the distant calls of seagulls. you and beomgyu had decided to spend the day soaking up the sun and enjoying the carefree atmosphere. the beach was crowded, but it only added to the vibrant energy of the day.

the beach was a bustling tapestry of colorful umbrellas, sunbathers, and playful children building sandcastles as you and beomgyu searched for the perfect spot to claim as your own. the rhythmic crash of waves provided a soothing soundtrack to your search.

finally, you stumbled upon a secluded patch of sand, just a stone’s throw from the water’s edge. it was sheltered by a cluster of palm trees, offering dappled shade and a sense of privacy. beomgyu spread out the large, striped beach blanket with a satisfied grin while you set about anchoring the umbrella firmly into the sand.

as soon as the last grain of sand was settled, you couldn’t contain your excitement any longer, with a squeal of delight, you bounced on your toes, your eyes fixed on the shimmering expanse of blue.

"let's go swim!" you said, already taking a step towards the water.

beomgyu grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. "whoa, hold on there, fishy," he said with a laugh. "don't forget to put on sunscreen. i don't want you to come crying to me because you look like a boiled lobster."

you pouted but couldn't help but laugh at his words. "fine, fine. hand it over."

he pulled out a bottle of sunscreen from the beach bag and handed it to you. you quickly applied it to your arms and legs, eager to get into the water. when you finished, you realized you couldn't reach your back.

"can you help me with my back?" you asked, holding out the bottle to beomgyu.

he smirked, “what do i get in return?" he teased, his eyes glinting with amusement.

you leaned in slightly, "how about i make it worth your while?" you suggested, your voice low and inviting.

a shameless smile crept across his face. the world seemed to slow down for a moment as you locked eyes with him. the promise of something more hung heavy in the air.

but then, as if snapping out of a trance, he chuckled, "alright, alright, you tease," and took the bottle of sunscreen from you

you turned around and pulled your hair to the side, exposing your back to him. the sun warmed your skin, but the anticipation of his touch made it feel like a furnace. 

he squeezed a generous amount of sunscreen onto his fingers, and you felt a shiver run through you as the cool liquid touched your heated skin. his hands were soft but firm, the touch sending a delicious chill across your back. the initial sensation of the sunscreen was a stark contrast to the warmth of his fingers, making every stroke feel electric.

beomgyu's fingers moved slowly, almost tauntingly, as he spread the sunscreen across your back. the sensation was a mixture of pleasure and vulnerability. you could feel the warmth of his palms and the gentle pressure of his fingertips as he worked. his touch was deliberate, and as his hands moved lower, a tension began to build between you.

the sensuality of his touch was palpable, each movement infused with a tender yet provocative intent. his fingertips traced intricate patterns over your skin, barely brushing over the sensitive areas, which made you gasp involuntarily.

you closed your eyes, trying to focus on the feel of the sunscreen, but it was difficult to concentrate. every brush of his hands sent a ripple of sensation through your body. you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

his palms pressed down lightly, spreading the sunscreen with careful, deliberate pressure. it wasn’t just the sensation of the sunscreen but the way his touch seemed to linger just a fraction too long, savoring the contact. as he moved closer to your lower back, you could feel the warmth of his breath mixing with the lingering coolness of the sunscreen, creating a blend of sensations.

with each movement, beomgyu’s fingers seemed to dance closer to your hips, where the skin was more sensitive. he paused there for a moment, his hands hovering tantalizingly close. the tension in the air was thick enough to be cut with a knife, and you could feel your heart racing, pounding heavily against your ribcage. the anticipation was almost unbearable.

finally, as his hands neared the edge of your lower back, you let out a soft moan, unable to stifle the response to his lingering touch. he chuckled, the sound a low, sultry rumble that resonated through his chest and made your skin prickle with awareness. his breath was warm and teasing against your sensitive skin, his touch leaving a trail of heat that lingered long after he’d finished.

"relax," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "i won't bite."

but you knew better. his touch was a bite of its own, a thrilling, intoxicating poison and you were completely under his spell.

as he finished applying the sunscreen, and his hands lingered on your skin for a moment longer before pulling away. you turned to face him, your heart still racing. he was looking at you with a knowing smile, his eyes filled with a desire that matched your own.

as beomgyu finished spreading the sunscreen across your back, his hands lingering just a bit longer than necessary, you turned around to face him, a playful glint in your eye.

“well, if this is your way of convincing me to stay out of the sun, i might just end up needing a second dose,” you teased, your voice dripping with amusement. “you’re dangerously good at this.”

beomgyu’s eyes sparkled with desire. he leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing against yours. “is that so? maybe i should find more excuses to touch you like this,” he murmured, his breath warm and tantalizing against your face.

before he could close the distance, you grinned mischievously and darted away, your laughter ringing out as you made a beeline for the sea. “you’ll have to catch me first!” you called over your shoulder, your voice carrying a hint of challenge.

beomgyu’s expression shifted from surprised to amused as he watched you sprint towards the water. his eyes followed you with a mix of affection and exasperation, clearly entertained by your playful escape. “you’re impossible!” he shouted after you, shaking his head with a grin as he took off in pursuit.

𓏲 𓇼 * ~ !

as the day wore on, you and beomgyu took breaks from swimming to relax on the beach, build sandcastles, and enjoy the snacks you had brought. it was a perfect day, filled with laughter and joy.

eventually, the heat became intense, and you decided to take a break from the water. beomgyu offered to get some food for both of you, suggesting you stay behind and relax under the umbrella.

"i'll be right back," he said, flashing a smile before heading off towards the food stalls.

you settled down on the blanket, enjoying the shade and the gentle breeze coming from the ocean. as you watched the waves, a guy from a nearby group playing beach volleyball noticed you and walked over, a confident smile on his face.

"hey there," he greeted, looking you up and down. "you here alone?"

you shook your head. "no, i'm with my boyfriend. he's just getting us some food."

he raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing you. "boyfriend, huh? well, if he's not around, maybe i can keep you company?"

you shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to be rude but also not interested. "no, thanks. i'm fine."

joon, the guy, persisted, stepping a bit closer. "come on, just a chat. you look like you could use some fun."

the closer he got, the more uncomfortable you felt. you could sense his gaze lingering on you, making your skin crawl. "seriously, i'm not interested," you said more firmly, hoping he'd take the hint.

hyeonu smirked, leaning in. "are you sure about that? you seem a bit lonely."

before you could respond, you saw beomgyu approaching, his expression darkening as he took in the scene. he walked straight up to hyeonu, standing between the two of you.

"is there a problem here?" beomgyu asked, his tone firm and cold.

hyeonu glanced at beomgyu and then went back to you. "just talking to your girl, man. no harm done."

beomgyu's eyes narrowed. "well, she's not interested. so, if you don't mind, fuck off and let us enjoy our day."

hyeonu held up his hands in mock surrender. "alright, alright. didn't mean to cause any trouble." he backed away, rejoining his group.

you turned to beomgyu, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude. "thanks, gyu."

he sighed, obviously still agrivated "who the fuck was he?"

you smiled and reached up to cup his face, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "you don't have to worry. i'm all yours."

the tension left his shoulders. but his grumbling continued. "that guy was such an asshole. like, seriously, who does he think he is? just coming over and—"

you cut him off with another kiss, your lips gentle but firm against his. "gyu, it's okay. he's gone now."

he sighed against your lips, his frustration slowly dissipating. "i just hate seeing guys like that. they have no respect."

"i know," you whispered, kissing him again. "but i'm with you. no one else."

beomgyu's arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. "yeah, you're right. i just... i can't help it sometimes."

you smiled against his lips, feeling his tension melt away with each kiss. "it's okay. now, let's enjoy this food you got."

he grinned and nodded, setting the food down on the blanket. you both sat down and started eating, the earlier tension melting away with each bite.

as the sun began its descent, casting a golden glow over the beach, you and beomgyu walked hand-in-hand along the shore. the sky was a canvas of pink, orange, and purple, streaked with the softest hues of blue. the rhythmic crash of waves against the rocks provided a soothing soundtrack to your peaceful stroll.

you paused to watch the waves, the salty spray misting your skin. the world seemed to slow down as you took in the beauty of the sunset. turning to beomgyu, you found him watching you with a tender expression in his eyes.

"this was the perfect day," you said, your voice soft. the gentle breeze carried your words away, but the look in beomgyu's eyes told you he had heard.

he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "it was," he agreed, his voice filled with a contentment that mirrored your own. "i'm glad i got to spend it with you."

you leaned in and kissed him softly. the taste of salt and sun was on his lips, and it was intoxicating. as you pulled away, you looked into his eyes. they were filled with a love so deep and profound, it took your breath away.

"me too," you whispered, your heart full.

they walked on in companionable silence for a while, their hands clasped tightly together. the fading light cast long shadows, stretching out across the sand. the air was cool now, carrying the promise of a crisp evening.

"i don't want this day to end," you said, breaking the silence.

beomgyu squeezed your hand. "we don't have to let it," he replied. "we can make more days like this."

a warmth spread through you and this time iit was more than just the lingering warmth of the sun. it was the warmth of love, of shared experiences. you turned to face him, your eyes sparkling with a mixture of happiness and anticipation.

"i like the sound of that," you replied.

as darkness began to envelop the beach, you and beomgyu made your way back to the car. the drive home was quiet, filled with the comfortable silence of two people deeply connected. the memory of the day, from the laughter-filled morning to the intimate sunset, was etched into your mind. and as you drifted off to sleep that night, with beomgyu's arm around you, you knew that this was just the beginning of the story.

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Video Game Lover - Choi Beomgyu

SUMMARY: Who would’ve thought the mysterious guy from the arcade was the most popular boy in your grade?

PAIRING: Popular! Choi Beomgyu x Fem! Reader

CONTENT: Fluff, Smut (Fingering, Handjob, Blowjob, Unprotected Sex, Soft Dom/Switch + Needy! Beomgyu), High School! AU

WORD COUNT: 4.5k

"Look over there!" Your friend Aera said, staring ahead. "It's them...! It's really them!"

"Oh my god, Choi Yeonjun just touched my hand. He just touched it." Wonsik squealed, sprinting through the hall, a stark contrast to his usual attempt of being a "manly man." Alternatively enough, being given a high-five by the basketball captain may very well be the manliest thing he could do in his books.

And just who were they, you may ask?

The grade's self-proclaimed "big five." A group of said number of boys with an even higher number of admirers. They were idol trainees, and thus they had both talent and looks to garner such a fanbase. Yet you didn't like them one bit. You didn't have to know them personally to know their type. Rude, blunt, and oftentimes straight up cruel. You learned that the hard way, when in middle school the popular kids turned everyone, including your friends, against you. All over the fact of you getting caught up in a simple misunderstanding. And therefore, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the sight of your two friends salivating over the (admittedly attractive) group of guys.

"Aera, Wonsik, stop screaming. You're going to burst my eardrums," You complained.

"The real question should be why you aren't screaming," Aera said. At this, you concluded that they had no hope, and walked into your next class, which unfortunately included one of them.

"Hurry it up!" Mrs. Shim's shockingly commanding voice called. At this, you scrambled to your desk, unfortunately situated in the same room as a certain Choi Beomgyu. In the front row, you could already see new, and rather suspiciously placed desks around him, and you couldn't help but wonder just how long they thought the act would last.

"Again...? Move back, students." Mrs. Shim said, almost dully. If you hadn't known better, you'd think it a coincidence that they were caught right after you thought they so clearly would, but it most likely came down to routine. Even Mrs. Shim's enthusiastic teaching style could be exhausted by the big five and their followers, in all honesty, it was quite impressive.

You looked across the room to see a couple stragglers slowly moving back to their intended spots, savoring (?) the moments where they could be within the air space of their beloved. Beomgyu, as always, ignored them completely. In fact, you weren't sure you'd ever heard him speak to, or even simply acknowledge anyone. Yet another piece of evidence to the ways of his type.

That, along with everything else, was why when it came time to leave school for the day, you were more than glad to oblige the afternoon bell.

With a day you could only describe as exhausting, you decided you'd take a detour on the way home to your favorite arcade from when you were a kid. You'd come here on days you wanted to unwind, and today was certainly one of them. Aera and Wonsik walked beside you, but you left earlier than usual to take the path down to the secluded building.

You liked to think of it as your "secret spot." While there was nothing truly secret about it, most people would tend to avoid alleyways that looked like something out of a horror movie. Luckily for you, you'd been going here since you knew that horror films even existed. Less fortunate was your skills in the games you'd played for all these years.

"Hey, our favorite customer!" The cashier said at your arrival.

"You say that to all your regulars, don't you, Mr. Baek?" You replied. To this he just left, and you didn't question him further. Silently passing him a few spare dollars, he gave you in return a set of game tokens.

You made a nearly instant beeline for the racing games, since they were the only ones you were actually good at. Well, "good at" was an understatement. You (quite proudly) held the high score on it, a feat hardly threatened by the measly second and third place scores. Each time you walked past it, you felt your heart swell with pride at your sheer excellence in this skill, albeit niche.

Putting in a token to play, you prepared to dominate both real players and computers in a race of a lifetime. Well, race of this visit at least. You matched (yet again) with a full set of robots, but that was unsurprising, considering that there were a whole lot of games in this place, and that only those who'd been here for a while even came.

Either way, you didn't let it deter you. You swept past the others with ease, and after a closer-than-you'd-like final lap, you won.

Your name popped up, showing the "high score!" screen, and your name went right back at the top as always. You grinned to yourself with pride.

"How'd you do that?" A voice called from behind you.

"Huh?" You simply replied.

"How are you so good at this game? I can't ever place on it." They said.

You turned around to see a strange looking man, wearing a mask, glasses, and hat. If you weren't inside a rainbow glowing room, you would have taken him to be a criminal.

"Who are you?" You asked.

"Gyubeom," He said. At this, your jaw nearly dropped. The one and only Gyubeom, high score champion of the arcade?! He ranked in every game you'd played other than racing. Every. Single. One. And now he was asking you for help?! This was nothing short of a dream come true.

"Gyubeom? Are you sure? The Gyubeom?!" You asked, more so to yourself than him. To this he nodded. You took a second to compose yourself, taking deep breaths.

"I can help you, under one condition," You said.

"Anything."

"Help me get better at literally any other game here. I'm horrible at all of them."

"You asked the right guy," He replied, “It’s a deal.”

"I'll believe it when I see it. Years of failed attempts can't be undone so fast," You said, "So let's get working!" His eyes crinkled into a smile at your enthusiasm, and you couldn't help but notice how they seemed to put you into a trance. But you quickly shook the thought, worrying he'd notice your staring, and so began the lesson.

With another token down, the match began. This time, a one-on-one match to determine why exactly he could never win in the game. Immediately, certain details started to bother you about his gameplay.

"No, don't drift on straight roads for a speed boost. You'll lose control and drive off of the road at this rate," You scolded. At this, he didn't respond, so at first you assumed he hadn't heard, but when you noticed him changing the habit you soon realized just how attentive he was.

As he slowly improved, you found yourself having to pay more attention to the game, and so you lost track of time until you felt a tap on your back.

"Ma'am, sir, it's time for the arcade to close. Thanks for your patronage, but please come back tomorrow," Mr. Baek said.

Now taken out of your focus, you realized that it was quite dark outside, and that you should probably be heading home soon if you didn't want to run into much trouble. You would have normally left much sooner, but you underestimated how fun it would be to have a friend to play these games with after so much time.

"Thanks for hanging out with me, Gyubeom," You said, "Same time next week?"

"Sure, oh great racing master. Next week I help you too?" He replied.

"Deal!" You said, reaching out a hand to shake on the agreement. His eyes squeezed into an adorable shape, and you couldn't help but wonder what he'd look like smiling without the mask too. You quickly left before he could see your face heat up.

These next few weeks would be fun ones.

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By the time the weekend passed and it was Monday again, your thoughts were solely occupied on the time you'd spend at the arcade with Gyubeom. This certainly helped with your third period science, so that when Mrs. Shim pleaded for Beomgyu's fans to move, you hardly noticed it. You also hadn't noticed that he stole more than a few glances your way.

When class started, you were so preoccupied that you only snapped out of your daze once the obnoxiously loud bell rang in your ears. The rest of the day followed a similar pattern, and so when you left school without a word, Aera and Wonsik were more than a little confused.

"Hey, what's up with you not waiting for us this time?" Wonsik asked.

"Shh, Wonsik, she's becoming like us. She's finally seen the truth in the big five's perfection!" Aera replied.

"Oh, Choi Yeonjun, I give you my thanks," Wonsik said in an almost praying manner.

"I'm beginning to wonder if this is more of a role model or a cult leader to you, Wonsik," You teased.

"It's none of the sort," Aera said, "Yeonjun is Wonsik's god."

"Isn't that...?" You started to say, but decided halfway through that there was no point. If they were convinced that you'd ever think anything positive of the big five, they were mistaken. You preferred decent company, like random people from the arcade, thank you very much.

"I'm heading to the arcade again," You said, before making the turn into the ever creepy alleyway. Once inside, you received your tokens for the day, and began to wait for Gyubeom to show up. You had gotten bored enough to scroll on your phone when you felt a tap on your shoulder, and you looked back to see the man you were waiting for the entire time.

"You just gonna sit there the whole time?" He asked.

"And you're just gonna sit there and watch me every time I don't notice you?" You retorted. At this, he simply smiled (at least you think he did due to his eyes), and pulled you over to a shooter game.

"Let's try this one. It's my favorite," He said.

"How did you manage to pick the game I'm the absolute worst at?" You asked, but he didn't reply. Putting a token into the machine, a zombie apocalypse cutscene showed up on the screen, and it faded into the gameplay. You had to admit, it was pretty cool to look at. You tried your best to score decently against the best player in the arcade, but somehow did even worse than usual. Maybe it was something about his presence. After the round ended, there was silence due to shock on both ends.

"How are you so bad?" He said, at the very same moment you asked "How are you so good?" You could have died of embarrassment right then and there.

Nonetheless, at this you both laughed, and he gave you a run through of why you were screwing yourself over spamming the shoot button rather than aiming individually. Apparently it saves ammo from hitting the air, but it also took brainpower, so you saw it as both a win and a loss. Nonetheless, you took his advice, and it soon became second nature to you.

With practice, you improved greatly, and you did your best to internalize all of the advice he gave.

Once it came time to leave, you bid him farewell, promising yet again to meet the following week.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

In science class the next Monday, something strange happened. And not in the sense that crazy fans broke the rules tenfold. No, that was ordinary for you. More shockingly, their object of affection stood at your desk, looking at you, speaking to you.

"We're meeting up, after school today, right?" Beomgyu asked.

"What?" You questioned in return. At this, his eyes widened in some sort of realization, and he silently backed away. Something about his voice was eerily familiar. If you weren't so busy being shocked and annoyed that he stood before you, you'd be surprised that he decided to speak at all. Either way, you brushed it off. You had better things to worry about tonight.

Wonsik and Aera had grown to expect that you'd leave early on Mondays, so they bid you farewell before you even announced your departure. With a wave goodbye, you were off to meet your friend.

Once you entered the arcade, it was empty. You felt a pang of disappointment in your chest. Was he not here yet? You searched around to see if your observation skills were just failing you again, but there was no one there but the occasional regular.

Why did you care so much that he wasn't here?

You'd never felt this way about someone who you were friends with before...

I mean sure, you'd been sad, but...

The pieces fell together in your mind. The reason why you felt so defeated with his absence.

"I like Gyubeom..." You whispered to yourself. If you hadn't heard your own voice, you may have denied that you thought it at all. But this was undeniable. The way your cheeks felt warm when he smiled, or the way your heart raced if you could make him laugh... No, this was much more than the way you'd feel about a friend. And you didn't like it one bit.

As you stood up to leave, what you could only describe as a scene from a nightmare played out before your eyes. Gyubeom stood there, right in front of you.

You told yourself he didn't hear it, but the rosy tint on his ears said otherwise. Nonetheless, he didn't mention what you'd said, and you were both disappointed and grateful for it.

The afternoon was uneventful, with no mention of the words you spoke whatsoever. By the time night fell, you were convinced that you had worried for no reason. Why wouldn't the universe be on your side just this once? With this thought of optimism, you walked yourself home and laid down to sleep.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The next day, you felt so energized that you didn't even mind your friends with their overly-excited-for-morning chatter or your classmates and their obsession with anything to do with the big five. If anything, you enjoyed the normalcy of it. That was how you liked your days, planned and expected. That was how it was going, too, until third period hit.

To both your and everyone else's surprise, Choi Beomgyu stood before you yet again. This time, he seemed different somehow. Was he nervous? Scared? Both seemed probable based on his expression yet impossible based on the circumstances.

"Do you need something?" You asked bluntly, trying to hide the resentment in your voice.

"No, nothing at all," He replied, "I just wanted to let you know that Gyubeom told me he likes you too." What? That was the last thing you'd expected to hear from the last person you'd wanted to hear it from. It didn’t help that you yearned to wipe that cheeky grin off of his face. Well, that was until his words sunk in.

It was like the puzzle pieces were all connecting in your brain, and what you had been so oblivious to moments ago now seemed clear as day.

"How did I not realize sooner...?" You wondered aloud.

"You had me questioning the same thing," He said, now with the same confidence that he normally had when you'd spoken at the arcade. And for the first time, you knew you’d seen that glorious smile without the mask. He was both handsome, beautiful and adorable at the same time. Your emotions swirled within you in a mixture of confusion, affection, and pure mental conflict.

"But I thought you were..."

"An asshole?" He said.

"Yeah, that," You replied, unable to put it into any other words.

"Would you give this asshole the honor of taking you out to the arcade after school today?" He offered, grinning despite the fact that he'd just cursed himself out in the process.

By this point, you were still overwhelmed, so all you could manage was a flustered nod. He chuckled at this, admiring you for a moment before walking back to his desk. You could practically feel the glares from your classmates all throughout the room, but you ignored it. In this moment, it didn't matter. Gyubeom, no, Beomgyu liked you back. And that was all that you cared about.

Once the bell rang, there was an immediate shift in attitude, primarily due to the fact that Beomgyu stood beside you, fingers entwined with yours. When you walked out of the building, you were half convinced that your friends would dislocate their jaws from how shocked they looked.

"I thought you didn't like the big five?!" Aera questioned (whilst sounding more like a screech).

"Choi Beomgyu?! Please tell Yeonjun I want to be on his team for me!" Wonsik pleaded. In this moment, you wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but luckily, Beomgyu responded for you.

"Please don't call us that, I swear on my life we didn't come up with it. And sure, I'll put in a good word, but know he'll put you through hell for signing up late," He half-joked. You were momentarily concerned for Wonsik's safety. You squeezed Beomgyu’s hand, silently asking him to lead you away from the embarrassment, and he took the message.

"We'll be going now, okay? See you soon," He said to the two. Once you were far enough away, you spoke again.

"I'm so sorry!" You said. "I don't know why they were like this in front of you."

"That's okay, I'd be surprised if I was in the presence of one of the 'big five' too," he joked. To this you only looked at him in utter fear.

"I like you a lot, you know that right?" He said, "I don't care if your friends are loud, quiet, or anywhere in between. I just care about you." At his words you felt your face heat up.

"I like you a lot too, Gyu..." You replied, adding a sweet nickname at the end. Now it was his turn to get flustered.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Days, weeks, and months passed since you started dating your boyfriend. And you easily concluded that he was quite possibly the cutest thing in this world. The way his lip would pout if you didn't give him your full attention, the way he'd seek your touch if you were anywhere within a mile radius, all of it was utterly adorable.

That was why, when you found yourself pinned to the bed by him the day before graduation, it came as a little bit more than a surprise.

He left soft pecks all over your face before pulling you in for a kiss. You had been close to him before, but this was a whole other feeling. And you liked it, a lot. It started slow, sweet, and innocent, but when he whined into your mouth for more it was anything but that. Of course, you weren't exactly opposed to the idea, so you easily obliged.

He bit softly into your lip, silently asking for permission to deepen the kiss. When you matched his pace with equal hunger, equal desire, he knew that you wanted this just as much as he did. A wordless yet intricate conversation, one you now hoped would never end.

"Gyu, please," You begged.

"Please what, love?"

"Touch me..."

"Oh? You could have just asked," He said, rolling up your shirt at an agonizingly slow pace just to tease you.

"Wanna taste you," He simply added, latching his tongue onto one of your breasts, teasing the other between his fingers. God, he looked so cute trailing his hands down your body. It bloomed butterflies in your stomach and brought warmth between your legs. Before now, you wouldn't have thought it possible to want someone this much.

Before you knew it, you found yourself grinding against his thigh, and once you saw the growing smugness in his expression, you knew he'd noticed it too. Positioning himself into the crook of your neck, he whispered so close to your ears you could feel his warm breath against your skin.

"So needy," He said, "But I'll give you what you want." With this, he sucked kisses into your neck like a man starved, and something dawned on you. He was just as desperate for this as you were. And that only made you need him more. Despite your best efforts, the sound of your breathing grew louder and louder. How could you help it when his lips against your skin were heaven on Earth?

Just when you were getting adjusted to the growing pleasure, his fingers brushed between your thighs, teasing you through the fabric of your clothes.

When you tugged on his hair in desperation, half begging and half pulling him closer, he gave in. His hands, clearly skillful in more than one aspect, slipped under the seams of your panties, slowly circling your clit before sliding into your wet hole. He curled his fingers inside you, hitting all the spots he saw drive you crazy again and again, using your reactions to only further your pleasure. You melted into his touch, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours.

Soft moans escaped your lips, only encouraging him to go faster, to hear more of the sweet sounds you were making all for him. Soon, you felt your climax approach, and you felt yourself practically riding his fingers. Just when you were going to finish, he pulled away from you.

"Why'd you stop, Gyu..." You asked, half breathless.

"Want to feel you cum while I'm inside you," He said, reaching to undress himself. You were practically drooling at the mouth at the sight of him topless, and so your prior frustration disappeared in an instant. You hoped more than anything else he didn't notice you fawning over him so clearly.

"Let me... Help you?" You said, looking into his eyes, requesting consent. With a nod, he pulled you close yet again. Quickly sliding off your remaining clothes, you reached to remove his pants, now teasing him through his boxers. You felt his growing erection against your fingers, and all you could think about was how you wanted it buried deep into you.

"Haah... Don't do that," He said, already worked up at the high of pleasing you. You obliged his request, finishing the job before admiring him, exposed and vulnerable before you.

"You're pretty, Gyu," You whispered. The tips of his ears turned pink. After straddling his lap, you began slowly stroking his cock, lubricating it with the precum already leaking from his tip. The sound of his soft whimpers and moans could have been enough to make you lose control, but you refocused on this moment and his pleasure. You traced his jawline with your lips, taking in his warm, honeyed scent. Sucking little bites into his skin, you soon learned that he tasted as great as he smelled.

As he grew louder, you moved faster, observing his reactions and repeating any motion that made his breath hitch.

"Mmh, need to be inside you," He whined through heavy breaths, "Wanna see how you feel around me..." He grabbed your hips, pulling you closer, so that you were positioned right on top of his length.

"Please?" He begged, puppy dog eyes gazing into your soul. How could you ever say no to him? Not with that adorable look in his eyes. Not when something deeper, more animalistic, laid behind it. In response, you simply lowered yourself onto him. You froze, slowly adjusting to how much he stretched your insides.

"Oh god..." You said, once the pain faded to pleasure, "Need you too..." He twitched inside of you, waiting patiently, yet the same pleading glint remained in his eyes. Once you were comfortable, you began to move slowly, and once he brushed against your sweet spot you nearly lost all strength in your body due to the sheer ecstasy you felt.

You steadied yourself, wrapping your arms around his neck, grinding against him before matching your pace from before. What started sweet and sensual soon became much more intense, his hips practically digging into your thighs at his desperate attempts to get more of you, all of you.

You moved together in sync, chasing the pleasure you both had long sought. As the pace increased, so did your desperation. The way he let out soft, needy moans in your ear was only adding to it.

You felt his hand reach down to your clit, circling it with his thumb over and over. The warmth in your core only grew, and at this point you were solely relying on his thrusts and his arm around your waist to steady you.

"Gyu... I’m close," Was all you could manage to say.

"Cum on my cock then," He said, "Let me make you feel good."

All you could think of was him, all you could seek was your nearing climax, all you could moan was his name. He filled you to the brim, squeezing your walls and pushing your limits. Combined with his fingers rubbing rhythmic circles into your clit, it brought you over the edge.

The pleasure took over in waves as you rode up and down, a sweet, tingly sensation spreading throughout your entire body. You would have said you could see stars, but the view in front of you was much more appealing. Beomgyu helped you ride out the orgasm, slowing down more and more before pulling you in for a lust-filled kiss.

"Mmh, wanna taste you too," You begged, wanting to please him as well. He hummed in response, and so you pushed his legs apart before positioning your body between them. You blushed at the sight of your juices coating his cock, but it only made you want this more.

You kissed his tip, and when his breath hitched just at that simple touch you knew he had already been close. Nevertheless, you started slow, running your tongue down his shaft. His desperate whines told you he wanted more, but you kept teasing him despite that fact. Finally, to your surprise, he gripped your hair and pushed your head down onto his length. You gasped against him before giving him what he really wanted, taking him in fully. You swirled your tongue around the sensitive flesh, stroking his base all at the same time.

His hips were flush against your face as he sought his peak, sinful noises escaping his lips.

"Haah, so good for me," He whined, fingers interlaced with your hair. His desperation increased, and so did the speed of his messy thrusts.

Seeing that he was close, you matched his pace, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. With a sound nothing short of heavenly, his equally sweet essence coated your tongue. He twitched in your mouth due to the aftershock, and once he’d calmed down, you brought him into a tight embrace.

You held him there for a moment before capturing him in a kiss. Unlike before when they were filled with lust, his kisses were honeyed and soft.

"I love you," He said, "You know that?"

"Mmn, love you too," You replied, now exhausted and lying on his shoulder.

"Let's get you cleaned up, okay? We wouldn't want those hickeys any more prominent than they already are for graduation," He jested. In a moment your eyes widened in shock. Shit.

You guessed you'd have to settle for a trail of "just bruises" down your body on the most important day of your life.

Author’s Note:

Thank you so much for reading! Apologies for any mistakes, and please let me know if you ever have feedback or requests. I’m new to writing smut (if you couldn’t tell), but I figured I should get some practice with this.

Have an amazing day!

- Plum

#⠀MIDNIGHT COMFORT !! ★ . . .⠀⠀[choi beomgyu] 🍜༉‧₊˚.

☆ 》 summary ー when beomgyu calls you in the middle of the night to go eat out in a nearby convenience store together after he had a rough night and is in need of comfort.

♡ 》 genre！﹒slight angst to fluff, non!idol au, teenage era.

ʬʬ disclaimers﹕sad beomgyu having a rough night, him feeling a little unhappy but you try to cheer him up while you’re both eating ramen.

your phone suddenly rings as it aggressively vibrates on your nightstand. you slightly groan as you rub your eyes, picking your phone up, seeing the caller to be beomgyu.

“beomgyu?” you whispered, squinting your eyes as you raised your eyebrow, seeing him calling you in the middle of the night.. what time is it even? you take a look at your clock saying it was currently 2am in the morning.

you wonder what he is calling you for in the middle of the night, so you pick it up, putting the phone next your ear as you spoke.

“hello—”

“[name].” he called, his voice sounding strained and raspy. there was a second pause before he spoke up again. “i.. i need you right now. can you- can we meet up at our neighborhood’s convenience store? please.” he whispered through the phone, “i’ll explain as soon as you get there, i just.. i need you by my side right now.”

“i’m sorry, i just realized how desperate and clingy i sound—” you instantly cut him off from his train of negativity. “no gyu, it’s alright. i’ll be there in a few, alright? just wait for me, i’ll be as quick as i can.” you tell him as you hear a quiet and short “..m’kay..” on the other line before he hung up on the call.

you quickly turn on your light lamp before heading over to your closet, picking the most comfortable sweater and a pair of parachute sweatpants before taking your phone and heading straight out the door in a rush towards the one and only nearby convenience store he was talking about.

you almost immediately spot beomgyu’s figure sitting outside of the convenience’s store bench, hurled up in a ball shape as you see him hugging his knees. your chest throbbed at the scene, you’ve never seen him that upset for quite some time, not to mention, he’s normally the one who be all cheery and happy-like out of the both of you.

you slowly walk up to him, muttering his name. “beomgyu?” you ask, standing in front of his hurled up figure. “what happened? are you alright?” you questioned, but you knew he wasn’t alright.

you frowned seeing his state, wondering what you could do to cheer him up.

just then, you felt a tug on your sleeve, then the next you were pulled into beomgyu’s chest. “ah, there, there..” you whispered, using your free hand to gently pat his back for comfort.

after a few moments of silence and sniffles, you decided to speak up again feeling the grip of his hug slowly decreasing. “are you feeling slightly better now, gyu?” you felt him slowly nod his head against your shoulder.

“would you like to go inside and take a midnight snack together?” you suggest, hearing his stomach growl. he then slowly nods his head again out of embarrassment. “yes, please.” he whispers, voice still raspy as his arms now loosely hanging around your figure.

“then, let’s go inside and decide what we should eat, yeah?” you smile, taking his hand in yours pulling him along inside. you didn’t miss the genuine smile that slowly started to creep up his lips.

you take him to the ramen section, telling him to pick whatever he wanted to eat because you’d buy it for him, even if he insisted not to; he was the one who invited you to come after all. but you shook it off, telling him you were treating him.

in the end, beomgyu ended up choosing the one he always ended up choosing. you didn’t mind, but you did nudge him to try something new, but he shook his head and said he didn’t like any other flavors other than his favorite one. you playfully scoff and roll your eyes at his choice and he slightly chuckles at your actions.

you both walk towards the checkout with your desired snacks as beomgyu watches you pay for his snacks as well, feeling guilty that you were using your money on him. next time, he promises to take you out and pay for the both of you.

“okay gyu! let’s go boil our ramen now,” you call to him as he quickly glances towards you with raised brows, quickly rushing behind you after he sees you walking further from him. he quickly grabs your free hand before he immediately lets go.

“sorry.” he whispers, but then he sees you offering your free hand to him again. he takes it again with no hesitation, but this time more gentle. he slowly smiles to himself, gently swinging your arm along with his as you both walk to the hot water dispenser.

｡ ｡ ｡

you watched as beomgyu blew on his noodles in an attempt to cool them down before slurping on them; which didn’t go exactly as planned as he had manged to burn his tongue for slurping too fast.

“be careful gyu.” you giggle, seeing his pout. “gosh, these noodles take forever to cool down!” he mumbles, slightly angry as he puffs his cheeks out. “yeah? maybe be more patient gyu, they’ve just finished fully cooking.”

“but i’m hungryy.” he whines. “you’re too cute sometimes, you know that?” you giggle, missing the way his cheeks slightly flushed red. “i know i am.. no need to tell me twice!” he confidently states.

“hm? what’s that?” you playfully tease.

“hmph.”

“well, you should eat now, hm? you don’t want the ramen turning cold.” she says, taking a slurp of her own noodles. “ah right!” he quickly focuses back on eating, secretly thanking you for distracting him while his ramen cools down.

“[name]..” he says, chewing midway. “tell me when you finish, alright?” you say, taking a sip of your drink.

he playfully scoffs, “yeah yeah, whatever.” he rolls his eyes, taking another slurp of his noodles, pausing midway. “..thank you for cheering me up. ’m thankful.” he mutters, mouth full with food as you smile to yourself hearing his words.

© akuvrus ★ do not repost. a/n ー off topic?? but like this was supposed to be an full on fluff fic but then i realized i didn’t have any angst posts and then i suddenly came up with new ideas decided to use them and it ended coming out better than i expected it to be!

PAIRING ▸ Choi Yeonjun x reader

SUMMARY ▸ On a hazy summer evening, where the air hung low above everyone like a buzzing, heated static, you met Choi Yeonjun in a new light. And he met you, not for the first time maybe, but definitely in a more impacting way. A second, first meeting. And with that second, first meeting came the idea to strike a deal - a mutual agreement to help both parties out favorably, till the end of summer. Luckily, or unluckily, it just so happens that the summer doesn't last forever.

GENRE ▸ strangers to lovers, highschool au, fake dating au, suggestive scenes, includes kissing, jock Yeonjun, kinda nerdy (?) reader (they're friends with Soobin and Beomgyu if that helps), fluff with angst, includes underage drinking and swearing.

PLAYLIST ▸ High School in Jakarta by NIKI, I Like Me Better by Lauv, Bubble Gum by NewJeans, Ghosting by TXT, Ditto by NewJeans, small town by Clara Benin.

WC ▸ 12.9K words

A/N ▸ She's finally here 😭🥹 I'm quite proud of this one guys. It's loosely based off my own high school relationship (which unfortunately, didn't end as great as this fic did). It's also my first time writing such a long story, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it, and please do let me know how you guys felt about it. Love you!!

PART OF THE ANTHOLOGY SERIES

The world as you know it is ending. There’s meteors and asteroids crashing down, balls of fire and smoke rapidly descending on your world. The world you’d built since middle school. 

Not the world as we know it, of course. No, the world with its 8 billion population and sprawling cities and countries wasn’t coming to an end - but it was your world, with its own islands and own niches coming down to debris rapidly. 

Your world meant the things you did - it meant how you stayed up all night on school nights to play Minecraft with Soobin and Beomgyu, your two closest friends since childhood. It means the music you listened to. Usually that included whatever preppy tune that used to overtake the charts. The One Direction boys’ perfect harmonies were all the rage of 2014. Justin Bieber had the hearts of young girls by the fist. But that was middle school. That was 2014, which ended a few months ago. 2015 was the incoming year of the new batch of freshmen in their town’s high school. 2015, and there’s new artists and new bands and new games. It’s 2015 and the world you crafted with wide-eyed dreams and glitter pens is over, and the swooping lurch of reality hits you square in the chest just as the summer heat settles over everyone. 

The First Summer - summer before freshman year 

“Soobin, can you pay attention maybe? Fucking hell.” Beomgyu’s loud usually. Beomgyu’s louder when irritated however. And today he decided to be loud, irritated and angry, and the unnecessary screaming match between Soobin and Beomgyu was just the strike of the match of patience you had needed. “Enough!” Seriously, if you’re gonna fight this much, just beat each other up! I’d rather have you both in battle than this silly screaming match.” Your voice is shrill and the annoyance is heavy. Yet, it does nothing to affect the pair. Instead, all they did was give short laughs. “You can’t shout at us like that you '', the pouty eyes and whining tone of Beomgyu softened you up immediately, and you grinned back with a retaliation ready. “Beomgyu, let Soobin text his sweetheart next door, or else he’ll wilt like a plant deprived of sunlight.” The statement leaves the both of you in a fit of giggles the moment the entire sentence left your lips, and left Soobin to be the pouting one this time. “What do you both even know? To be in love with someone?”, the dramatics were oozing off Soobin, the sore subject of his very strong feeling for his next door neighbor making him more susceptible to teasing from you and Beomgyu. “And what do you know? You haven’t confessed either!”, accusatory, as you told him. It would be wonderful, absolutely delightful for Soobin to pull up his big boy pants and finally ask the other girl out. Not only because they’d make a delightful couple, but also because maybe he’d shut up about the qualms of unrequited (which honestly was quite requited if he just stopped being so blind) love. 

“How’s the existential crisis popping along, you? Are we still the lamest duo you could hang out with that will kill your nonexistent street cred?”. Chucking a throw pillow at the boy, you sighed, the dramatics being your concern now. “You guys don’t get it, do you? This is highschool. The real deal. The next four years of people’s cherished memories.” “You want to peak in highschool badly, don’t you?” “Shut up Soobin!”

They wouldn’t get it. They wouldn’t get how highschool mattered to you. How being 15, then 17, then 18 happens only once in life. You’re young in love as a teenager once, and you’re living life on the cusp only one. Romanticizing highschool was a silly cliche, and you were by no means a daydreaming romantic (Eh, maybe sometimes). But living, to experience, to feel, to love, meant something to you. It meant something to the little girl who watched those romcoms in the darkness of her room on a blue light screen. Watching how wonderful guys fell in love with wonderful girls. Watching how the boy loved the girl regardless of status quo. High School was a lake and you were a small pebble ready to skim its surface with accuracy and precision. 

“Are you Machiavelli or something? Stop making that scheming face, seriously. It’s giving me the creeps I’ll be honest. This just resulted in another pillow to the face.

The summer heat, a slow wave of buzzing energy that rolled over the entire town, made most of its residents lethargic. But lethargy wasn’t an option for 15 year olds, especially 15 year olds in the Y/L/N household. Several nags and a good scolding from your mother had you working at the convenience store two blocks down. A job that you were certain of, might just be the first of its kind in the way it could kill the employee of boredom. “At least you get the AC. And us!”. Huening Kai was an absolutely wonderful person. Honestly, there was no way to say anything negative according to you, which made Taehyun roll his eyes often. The two boys would frequent the store often. The first day because Kai was craving an ice pop to battle the heat. But once the pair had seen you prettily working the register all by your lonesome, and the boys not having anything interesting to while away their time with, began to visit you on your shifts, eating the almost expired stock and chitchatting. 

Even from the corny sentence Kai had just said, you could only bring herself to frown, but not get annoyed at the sunshine boy. The summer reinvention was in full swing. Calling it a reinvention made you uncomfortable sometimes. It was just a few tweaks right? It’s not like you were going to lose yourself completely.  A harmless fine-tuning of the machinery, shinier gears and fancier covering.

Convenient store afternoons were idyll - no customers, and usually no Kai and Taehyun, who’d take the most deep afternoon naps they could take. Today, however, they’d decided to forego the naps, and they hung around the back, to analyze which candy was the best for the summer. 

You're sitting at the till, bright light shining right through the spotless plexiglass, hair gently swooping over your face, illuminating the strands. There’s a slight breeze from the droning AC that cools whatever sweat was beading your forehead. A lazy afternoon, light and airy, with the low hanging summer making the world around simmer like a boiling pot. It was this afternoon, that the bell tinkled as the convenience store’s door opened, the sound jingling faintly over the sound of buzzing cicadas and grasshoppers. It was this afternoon, uneventful like the rest, until it wasn’t - that you looked up to meet the eyes of Choi Yeonjun. 

“Any ice cream?”, the older boy asked, eyes shining like two pebbles under a clear lake on a summer’s day. Breaking out of your stupor, you just nodded, a bit frantic considering how you were caught in such an awkward way. Brushing whatever hair that had surrounded your face, you got up with a slight metallic screech of the chair you sat at, stumbling to where the freezer was. Opening up the box, you gestured to an assortment of cold treats that were laid out for the customers. Humming to himself, Yeonjun just scanned the ice creams, then shifted his eyes to you. You, who was already staring at his sharp side profile, the way the sunlight seemed to poke out from the sharp bridge of his nose to the way his lips seemed more plump than they were with the way he was chewing at them. Making eye contact with him, he simply asked with a slight smirk, “What do you suggest?”. “Huh?”, you asked dumbly, not catching his question with the way you were busy ogling the older boy. “Which flavor do you like?”, “Oh! Personally, I’d say you can never go wrong with chocolate. The chocolate chip choco cones are wonderful for this season. But if you need something to beat the heat, a lime popsicle would be the best.” “You seem to have a PhD in ice cream.”, the boy teased, as he eyed the way your cheeks grew warmer and your pupils widening slightly at his jest. “Oh sorry if that was too much! Um yeah, I guess th-that’s my suggestion.”, hurriedly avoiding his eyes and going back to gesturing at ice creams. A pale veiny hand reached into the ice box to pick out two ice creams - a choco chip cone and a lime-berry popsicle. Slightly waving the two at you with a smile, he proceeded to strut up to the counter, head turned back at you as he said with a voice that made your heart constrict and release butterflies, “ Why not both then? Can’t go wrong with recommendations from the master, can I?”. If it wasn’t obvious before, it was quite obvious now. You were absolutely enamored by Choi Yeonjun. Hurrying up to the counter and reciting his bill, he paid the money and a bit extra with a wink, for the “pretty cashier at the register who has a thesis on sweet treats.”. And just as easily he’d appeared, with a flirtatious smile and charm to knock any girl off her feet, Yeonjun was gone from the store, with ice cream and quite possibly your senses and bearings. “TweedleDee and TweedleDum, you can come out now. I can see the tops of your head. I can also feel your annoying presence”, you groaned as a sheepish Hueningkai and Taehyun appeared, both clamoring about how they didn't “mean to eavesdrop” and how “they were leaving the back store room when they say the interaction between you and Yeonjun take place.” But honestly, that wasn’t your biggest concern right now. The two kids were harmless, anyways. What concerned you was how the image of those dazzling eyes wouldn’t leave your head. How smooth his voice was when he spoke to you. For someone ready to break out of the daydream land you found yourself in, Choi Yeonjun was insistent to keep you under. And for him, maybe going breathless was worth it. 

The Second Summer - summer before junior year

It’s 2018 and it’s the end of your life. Well, to be fair, your life has been “ending” since freshman year, and your two friends have been watching you become the one who cried wolf every single time. “You don’t get it Soob,” with the cellphone perched on your shoulder, “I don’t know how you and Beomgyu aren’t freaking the hell out right now.” Soobin lets out a disinterested hum, deciding to conference Beomgyu in, because why would he be the sole victim to this torture? Sitting down on the bed with a force and a breath of indignation leaving your lips, you just continue your rant. “Soobin and Beomgyu. This is the year it gets real. College prep. Entrance exams. Volunteering and extracurriculars. Don’t you get it? At least Rin gets it. Rin’s with me-” “And that must suck for you, Soobin” a teasing Beomgyu interrupted, while Soobin stayed wordless, probably sulking behind the phone, too pouty to retaliate. This sudden remembrance made you laugh, and joining in on the fun, you said, “Yeah Soobs, how have you still not gotten the balls to ask her out?”, but you regretted the words that came out of your mouth, immediately anticipating what was coming and what's next. And just as you predicted, Soobin launched off on his monologue, “Crushing on Yeonjun isn’t a problem then huh? What about that? You’ve spent a year and half pining for the most wanted guy in the school, Y/N? Isn’t that funny?”, all the words spilling out in a single breath of a sentence. “Alright Soobin, I’ll lay off your case if you lay off mine. Besides, it’s easier to target Beomgyu, no?”. And with that the bickering went off again, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

A lot has changed since that summer in freshman year, with the chance encounter with Yeonjun. For one, you stopped working there the moment summer ended, which disheartened you slightly considering you would see less of Huening Kai and Kang Taehyun, the two boys you’d grown quite fond of in this short span of time. But the missing soon expired the moment the duo entered highschool themselves in your sophomore year, growing slightly closer to your friend group despite the year’s gap in age. They were the new addition along with Rin, Soobin’s neighbor and longtime crush, to your lunch table. A moment in time where SAT scores and classes, crushes and heartbreaks ceased to exist, and it was just your friends and you, suspended in an emulsion of feelings of friendship, and youth. 

Another thing that had changed since that summer was you yourself. Though your reinvention didn’t go the way you had planned - you still had matured. The crybaby 14 year old had grown into someone who knew how to stand up for themselves. The same person who’d spend nights crying because of mismatched schedules was moving up the academic ladder. 

And reappearing on that same lunch table on the first day of sophomore year, and then sticking it out till the end of the academic swing, with a whole new set of expectations crammed into binders and assignments, and the promise of new memories to make, was your friend group and you - a couple of kids ready to take on the world. Hand in hand, laughter shared and fondness obvious, it was going to be a good summer. You could feel it, in the jokes Beomgyu shared and the shrieking laugh Kai let out without fail. Grinning along to their antics, your eyes scanned the lunchroom.

One thing hadn’t changed with the seasons, and that was your fascination with the school’s IT boy, Choi Yeonjun. A wonderful enigma - athletic, kind and good looks all combining to create the most perfect gentleman you in your years of living had had the chance of meeting. He sat at the table diagonal to yours, and with a piercing heart did you remember that with all the changes, Yeonjun changed too - in the sense that he’d gotten a girlfriend. A girlfriend whom he adored, which was obvious to anyone with two eyes. 16 nearing 17years old and a heartthrob with a heart of gold himself, it was written clear as day in the leaflets of destiny, that Choi Yeonjun would be someone who would make a mile-wide crater of an impact on people’s lives. And as your eyes moved away from where Yeonjun sat with an arm slung around his girlfriend, the disappointment was quite evident in them, that you found yourself locking eyes with Rin, who held a look of pity. Shaking your head and offering a smile that said, “No worries”, you shifted your attention back to your friends. 

Choi Yeonjun may be at a school lunch table less than a foot away from you. But anyone who had lived through the apocalyptic land of highschool could tell that in reality, he was miles away. 

And this summer, he would be light years away - no longer a friendly customer at a convenience store where you no longer worked, but rather a fading memory of a golden summer’s afternoon, where you could for the first time, feel sparks lighting up inside your eyeballs when they looked into his. The first time your heart would do somersaults to be in his presence. The first crush. Your first crush, the golden boy. 

Being in the middle of the food chain of status quo meant having its own advantages and disadvantages. And a certain disadvantage was that sure, you were moderately more liked then the people above you, and you weren’t picked on nor where you shunned into isolation. But it meant that a very mediocre position came with a mediocre life. Your friend group wasn’t the type to be firstly favored to be invited to parties and blowouts with the older kids like some of your peers were. And frankly, your friends weren’t the type to be dying for those coveted invitations either. They were the ones who’d rather watch the Scream movies in order despite the fact that the entire group, minus Taehyun, were deathly afraid of horror movies. And honestly, you were all content with that - to make bad predictions to the endings and have Taehyun poke fun at the way you all fell for the jumpscares every single time.

But to reach to maybe even the periphery of Yeonjun’s area meant having to put yourself out there, just a little bit. And the time was no better than now, when Miyawaki Sakura, the foreign exchange junior you had the opportunity to help out when she first arrived in the beginning of the year, invited you to a blowout on the last day of the school party being held at her place. The lovely Japanese girl, who’d been meek and as quiet as a mouse had blossomed just like the flower her name signified, and grown out of her shell to be one of the rather popular girls in not only her year, but the entire school. Not only was she drop dead gorgeous, but also possessed the kindest of hearts - evident in the way that even after her rise to popularity, she hadn't forgotten the helpful sophomore who had shown her the ropes around school. 

Scoring the invite wasn’t an issue but rather convincing your homebody, introverted friends to tag along was - Taeyhyun and Kai were already on their ways to their respective family homes, so it was between Rin, Soobin and Beomgyu and if luck would have it, all three. 

“Guys please. We always have some other time to do these things - Rin I promise you, I’ll sit and finish the lego set with you myself. Soobin, Gyu - be so serious right now. You’re missing the hottest party of the year to watch freaking anime? Guys please!”. The whining and pleading and pouting along with shining up big puppy-dog eyes at all of them was all you had in your arsenal. “Y/N.” A single, serious utter of your name has you shooting another helpless look Soobin, putting quite possibly all your charm into this one. “We’ll go. Shut the hell up now.”

Jumping up from where you were sat on the floor of his bedroom, you shot off to where he and Beomgyu were on the couch, browsing through streaming services for new animes, to engulf him a bone-crushing hug that had him releasing his own expletives and swears, begging to be released, but chuckling along, nonetheless. Pulling Rin along with you, with a complaint from Soobin and Beomgyu about where the two of you were going off without them, giving a loud laugh, you just called out - “It’s a party, we have to dress up!”

Rin was humming along to whatever pop music had begun auto-playing as the playlist you both had put together for the process had exhausted itself, and it was something neither of you paid mind to, too busy concentrating on fixing eyeliner wings and choosing the right accessories to match your outfits. It wasn’t that you and Rin weren’t friends - no it was great having a girl in the group to help you handle Beomgyu and Soobin’s antics. But it was rather that Rin was the closest to Soobin, which had made conversation stall a bit. Yet the silence was friendly and not awkward at all. A few more beats and a song later, Rin off-handedly mentioned something that had you freezing in your spot. “Now that Yeonjun’s single, it won’t hurt to make your move Y/N.” “Yeonjun single, since when?” you asked perplexed. “But they were sitting together at that table just last week?”. “That’s the thing, Y/N. Right on that very day, Yunha and Yeonjun unexpectedly broke up. There’s no news on why, or how. But many speculate from what they saw that Yeonjun was the one who cut it right off, the one who initiated it.”

Your mind was spinning. A perfect guy and a not-so-perfect girl. What could’ve gone wrong with them? What made them fall apart like that? And so much so - it wasn’t that you were one of those people who would see him as an object on the market again. No, he was fresh off a relationship he recently broke off - and it surely would leave a stain on any person’s life. So many questions and so many feelings, and the nagging reminder of your own crush on Yeonjun felt like an anchor inside you, pulling at your heartstrings in a way that made them creak the most bittersweet tune. A boy you’d loved from afar, was now slightly closer in the binoculars you viewed him with. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t still distances away. 

“I don’t think so Rin”, came your thought-out reply. “Freshly broken up with? I don’t stand a chance. Not to mention that it’s not only me, but half the school that likes him”. Looking up to where Rin sat snickering, you pointedly asked her, “What?”. Halting her laughter, she just said with a warm twinkle in her eye, half turned towards you, pulling a hair brush through her locks. “The school may have a crush on Yeonjun, but you, Y/N, are head over heels.”

And this was something that weighed heavily on your mind all the way to the party, crammed in Soobin’s mini SUV which he borrowed from his parents for the night after incessant begging and pleading. Rin had a point, you thought, when you glanced at her from where she sat up front next to Soobin, the two lost in their own lovesick bubble. You really were head over heels of Yeonjun, and it had you tripping on your feet and falling more often than not. Pulling up the street crammed with several other cars, the bass reverberating through a specific house on the cul-de-sac lined curb made it obvious what the destination was. Finally managing to tightly squeeze the car into a spot far down, the four of you made your way down to the house, now emitting different sorts of LED lights and boosting party hits, with a hand wrapped around Beomgyu’s, both of you stuck in your own conversation that was continuing from the car. 

Standing at the door were two heavy-set boys, part of the school football team - Seo Changbin and Lee Chan, both coincidentally being Yeonjun’s closest friends. The fourth of their little musketeer squad was Jung Wooyoung, the wild spirit of a boy, filled with spunk and charisma, was probably inside the house, tearing up whatever makeshift dance floor the party provided. Nodding slightly in recognition at you, no doubt already informed about your invite by Sakura, Changbin just shot you a charming grin, accented with the obvious amounts of copious liquor he’d already downed before your arrival, and said, “You know Y/N, I’m not going to lie, I always thought you were too pipsqueak to come to one of these”. He’d given a look to Chan to man the doors himself for a while, and an unspoken second agreement between the both you couldn’t quite decipher. “Well, I couldn’t turn down Sakura at all”, you laughed sheepishly, flanked by Soobin’s lanky frame who was clutching on to Rin, and Beomgyu next to Changbin, all of you crossing the threshold to the zone of booze, loud music and people ready to share some skin. Changbin seemed insistent to talk to you, for some reason, as he continued, “Whatever magic Kkura played on you, I’m glad it worked, because you’re here.”, he beamed with a confident sort of happiness. “O-oh, me too.”, blinking at the sudden confession. “I’m glad I’m here too. This is Yeonjun’s house, is it?”, you cringed slightly at yourself. Of course it was, everyone knew this was his party. Barking a short laugh, he said, “Yeah, of course. Resident party boy couldn’t help himself on the first day of summer.” You had no idea where Changbin was leading you to, but judging from the way you guys were walking towards an ajar patio door, you figured he wanted you in the backyard to hear you better over the music, where the number of partygoers were much less. Why he wanted to hear you at all, was still a mystery. 

With all the questions and slightly flirty lines being thrown at you from Changbin, you’d managed to completely ignore how you’d lost your friends in the crowd, how Soobin’s comforting presence was not near you, or how you couldn’t hear Beomgyu’s raucous laughter anymore. Finally breathing in the fresh gale of air as you guys stepped on to the wooden flooring of his back porch, it seemed Changbin’s agenda was made clearer - the way he cupped the curve of your cheek, staring deeply into your eyes. And it made you brake in your steps, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “Y/N. You’re cute. I’m cute. Cuter, maybe”, he giggled with a wink, as the thought that he might be quite tipsy had already washed over you. “Let’s get out of here?”, he said, beckoning towards the back gate of the house. And you, were absolutely fucking frozen. Here was an attractive boy asking you out, and all your stupid mind could think of was how badly you wished this was Yeonjun, and not his friend. And maybe you wished too hard, because from right behind the waiting figure of Changbin seemed to materialize Choi Yeonjun, black hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, smiling lightly as he met your eyes. The sharpness of his nose and the way his eyes seemed to crinkle around its corners. God damnit. Even in the worst of your moments, you seemed to be absolutely haunted by this six feet tall soccer player. 

“Hey, convenience store. Is this guy bothering you?”. Your mouth was open, but it seemed that no words would be coming out anytime soon. Glaring at his friend for icing his game, which just hardened when Yeonjun put an arm around his friend’s plentiful bicep, he just ushered Changbin away from you, still smiling at you as he explained, “He’s quite drunk right now. I’m glad you didn’t answer him anything, I’m surprised this dumbass can even stand on his own two feet, with the way he was pre-gaming before. Again, my bad, uh- what’s your name again? Can’t keep calling you convenience store now, can I?”

Here was Choi Yeonjun, talking to you about more than just ice cream flavors and homework. Here was Choi Yeonjun, helping you from making a dumb move with a drunk guy. Here was Choi Yeonjun, awaiting your response while you continued standing there mum. 

“U-uh yeah! It’s Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. I worked at the convenience store, yes. But I stopped working there now!”

There was some odd spirit cursing you, for sure. If there was a god of embarrassment, he seemed to have taken a liking to you. 

It seemed that Changbin, who was now reeling from the alcohol in his system, hunched over, ready to hurl, which seemed to distract Yeonjun from your nervous rambling. Hauling his friend over to the side of the patio, he entered with a Changbin hanging limply on his side. Looking back to where you still stood, he just smiled and asked, “You planning to help me out here?”

The floor of the bathroom where Changbin was sitting, curved into the toilet bowl, spilling his guts out was cold. Cold enough to make you and Yeonjun move to the baby blue ceramic tile bathtub, knees pulled into your chest while Yeonjun’s long ones were draped over the rim of the tub. Honestly, your jitters are much less now. The nerves had already made you almost forget what a disaster the first meeting with Yeonjun was, and it seemed he paid no mind to it either. “So Y/N, how do you know Kkura?”. And thus began a short and simple conversation with Choi Yeonjun in a baby blue bathtub, while his friend hurled in the toilet next to you both. 

“I don’t know how to do it.” The conversation was streaming steadily like a river, and the topic started digging deeper. Yeonjun asked about highschool, and how it was going for you - your plans for the summer and then junior year, the same way you asked him and how he felt about his last year in school. “What do you mean?”. “I wish I had a guidebook, you know? To tell me what sorts of things I should do, how to be someone in highschool who makes memories. Who lives. I’ve been trying ever since that last summer of middle school, and I’m still coming up short.” This just made Yeonjun let out a few giggles in amusement, which had you snapping your neck, shocked how he found your problems so funny. Shoving him lightly with your shoulder, you laughed too. “It’s not funny! I’m serious. Everyone except me knows what to do!” “Including me?” asked Yeonjun, head tilted towards you slightly in curiosity now. “Well..” and the look he gave you spurred you on. “You’re the Choi Yeonjun. You’re popular, smart, funny and talented.” “I know”, a lazy grin that had you clenching your fist in response to the butterflies. “So you get it right? You know the ropes.” This had Yeonjun’s smile faltering a bit, as his gaze dropped down to the floor. “If I knew Y/N, I’d know why I’m never enough for my girlfriend.” But as sudden as that confession was, he seemed to return to his original state. And you didn’t like that one bit. Sliding up a bit closer to him, you offered a token of friendship. “Wanna tell me about it? Sounds like you need a listener, and that’s something I’m good at.”

“Well, for starters, the rumor going around that I dumped her is false. It was the other way around. I would say it’s not that the relationship was running smoothly, but I guess I was holding on to that bit of whatever we had, floating a piece of driftwood. Splintering me, but I was holding on. She let go, I guess.”

You’re not sure what it is about you that has him baring open his soul so vulnerable only to you, but you’re glad. Because you saw the boy as more than just a shimmering silhouette in the distance now. He was much more up close, and much more beautiful.

On a hazy summer evening, where the air hung low above everyone like a buzzing, heated static, you met Choi Yeonjun in a new light. And he met you, not for the first time maybe, but definitely in a more impacting way. A second, first meeting.

The Second Summer - June

The days after the party at Yeonjun’s - where after you both had let each other read each other’s stories like open books on display, he’d walked you home due to “his extremely generous and chivalrous nature” (his words, not yours.), you’d been caught yourself far too many times revisiting that night in your head, replaying the smiles and the laughs, the banters and the jokes. You had something else too. Something that your friends were unaware of. Sure, you’d told them about your escapade with Yeonjun and why you were so absent at the party, which had led to hours of teasing from both Soobin and Beomgyu, with Soobin, roping Rin on to the antics kept making smooching noises at you, and Beomgyu, in the most Beomgyu-esque fashion ever would loudly and immaturely sing “Y/N and Yeonjun sitting on a tree” on the top of his lungs. But something you had yet to reveal to them, mainly because your patience would give out if you had to hear more taunts from them. But in your phone, locked away in your contacts, Yeonjun’s number.

“Lemme get your number, tubs”, he’d said with cheek as he called you that nickname he’d decided on the spot and a tongue poking out cutely from his lip, as he thrust his phone into your hands, still strolling along with one hand in the pocket of his black baggy jeans and the other brushing your own, sending sparks shooting right down your knuckles. Typing the digits in, he smoothly pulled your own phone out of your purse that he was carrying upon his insistence, and entered his own number, no doubt saving it under some sort of stupid name. “Why am I Tubs?”, you asked curiously. “Because I just had the best conversation of my life in a tub with you, tubs. Can’t let someone like you fade away now, can I?”. The street was lined with harsh white lamps, and little moths fluttering around the buzzing lamp made shadows dance around on the pavement. “So would you actually use a highschool guide if you got one?”, “Yeah, why not? A Popularity 101 or Escape High School for Dummies might be nice.” Humming, he seemed to be contemplating something, that you had to nudge him out of with an inquisitive look. “Nothing, nothing”, he said, shaking his head reassuringly. “Just something I thought of. Something that might help the both of us out.” “What do you mean?”, you asked him. “I’ll tell you about it. I’ll text you.” And just as elusively he’d entered your life, he left you on the front of your doorstep, with a promising smile and an electricity that wouldn’t leave your palms. 

The nickname had left a blush warming your cheeks that you hoped he hadn’t noticed. And when his contact lit up your phone screen, it was the same blush making its appearance on your face again. 

[Yawnzzn] 11:32 AM: meet me at the convenience store, tubs. kinda wanna talk to you ab smth

While the text’s ominous nature did leave you a bit nervous, the excitement of seeing him again, as a friend, as someone he wanted to hang out with by his own volition, overshadowed it. You knew it had to do something to do with what he’d referenced that fateful night. And skipping down the avenue, past the winding streets of the suburbs lined with trees and their apple green leaves, you made it to the convenience store on the corner, where Yeonjun stood staring into the ground, head bent, wearing a new pair of washed up baggy denims, a white form fitting shirt and a red-and-black cap turned backwards on his shaggy mop of black head, that seemed to highlight the brown undertone in the sun. Spotting your appearance from the sound of footsteps, he smiled and beckoned you into the store where you followed him, settling down on the outdoor seating arrangement shaded by the roof of the store. The sweat was starting to bead on the back of your neck which you tried your best to ignore. Focusing on the boy in front of you, meeting his twinkling gaze just set off an eruption of butterflies in your stomach. 

“Alright, before I say what I have to say, promise me you won’t be weirded out, okay? And I swear it only sounds as complicated.” He seemed nervous, and slightly uncomfortable about what exactly he was asking, which just made your fingers twitch slightly in anticipation. Anxiously biting your lip, you just nodded for him to continue, mustering up the best reassuring slight smile you could manage. “What if I taught you how to master highschool? And in return, could you pretend to be my fake girlfriend?”.

You blinked at him once. Then again. Honestly, you were awaiting that burst of ebullient laughter from him, where he’d then say how he was joking. Why would I date you Tubs? I’m not mad, he’d say. But none of that came. Instead there was still a patient Yeonjun eagerly awaiting your response. Sputtering in confusion and disbelief, you just asked him, “What? Why? Why do you need a fake girlfriend? Why do you want me to be the fake girlfriend?”. Giggling at your discombobulated state, he just waved his hand in the air in a gesture to relax. “Look. I’ve thought long and hard about this. You need a High School for Dummies, and I want to, well, show Yunha that I can be the boyfriend she needs me to be, you know? When she sees what a good boyfriend I can be with you, she might want me back!”. His radiant smile of excitement was throwing shadows over the cracks in your heart. Of course, he wanted her. Perfect, wonderful, Yunha. This would be severely, severely bad for your heart.

“I’ll do it.”

Recounting this debacle was shaping up to be exactly the kind of drama you were expecting from Soobin,Beomgyu and Rin. “You’re not serious. She’s not serious guys.” Rin was still in the denial stage of the process your friends were going through - with Soobin on anger and Beomgyu on grief, clutching your plushie on your bed and looking at you with sorrowful eyes as if you’d kidnapped his dog in front of him or something. Soobin’s mouth seemed to fly at miles a minute, berating you for how badly this would obviously end.

“Maybe this will help me, Soobin! To finally get over him! Clearly staying away just made me yearn more.” This just had Soobin turning more red. 

The both of you had drawn up unspoken rules about this of course - that the agreement would continue until the goal was met. Hopefully, it will happen by the end of this summer itself, Yeonjun had added. There was, of course, an agreement of mutual platonic feelings from both parties. Strike one in the deal.

You didn’t like doing things that your friends disapproved of, who despite their silliness and playfulness, were still your best friends. But God, did holding hands with Yeonjun as he led you through the colorful lights, bustling stalls and zooming rides of the carnival feel good. His hand was encasing yours and tugging your fingers, which had your own heartstrings cinching with each pulling movement. There was a wide smile on your face as he sped towards the stall selling animal headbands, insisting that you both needed matching ones. 

“You know, Yeonjun. If you’re secretly a furry or something, you can tell me. It’s okay, I won’t judge. I mean I will, but you know”, you said in faux sympathy while patting his shoulder jokingly, which had him adorably pouting at you. “Shut up, don’t you want to know what makes me so cool? These headbands do. Chicks and dudes alike dig my childlike whimsy.” He said proudly, which just had you raising an eyebrow at you. Stubbornly placing the matching fox ears on you, he pulled his cellphone out while explaining - “Okay, so step one. Kiss my cheek in this photo so that I can upload it to my story.” Kissing Yeonjun (albeit on the cheek) was like tasting heaven to you. Surely your heart would give out, if you even got closer to him. Kiss on the cheek?

“Come on, quickly! I wanna get a corndog after this”, he said signaling at the dimple on his cheek. Breaking out of your stupor, you hesitantly pushed your lips on to the soft flesh of his cheek, as he titled his more towards you, making your lips plant firmly against his dimple. Your mind was raging as the brightness around you, and his body warmth made your head spin. The sound of the shutter of a camera from his phone seemed to push you off your rollercoaster thoughts,moving quickly away. “Nicely done, Tubs.” he praised, examining the picture and wasting no time to post it. The sudden ding on your phone made you check the device, seeing the same picture being sent to you. “Set it as your wallpaper. Gotta make the gimmick more believable.”, he added nonchalantly. Nodding, you did as he told, until he said in an afterthought, “Plus, I look sexy as hell in that picture.” Scoffing at his confidence, you jokingly said, “And what makes you think I wanna stare at your face every time I open my phone?” “No rebuttals on the sexy part I see”, he winked at you. 

If your chances at surviving this date with an intact heart weren’t already horribly low, Choi Yeonjun was hell-bent on leaving you an absolute goner by the end of the date. 

The second date commenced equally as smoothly, with you taking the initiative this time by taking him to a pottery studio which doubled as a cafe - painting each other small trinkets to keep to remember the good friendship you were both fostering. And as you both opened up more to each other, you found yourself regretting what you’d said to Soobin. Because if anything, being close to Yeonjun just had you spiraling more into this lovestruck rabbit-hole. And you had to dig yourself out, fast.

One of those moments where clarity hit you about digging out, you’d decided to meet up with a fellow classmate of yours - Hwang Hyunjin. Hyunjin was a family friend of yours and you both had been quite close in your childhood years. Your mothers were best friends, who honestly wanted their kids to end up together. But they also didn’t want to force any unwanted romance on you both as children, which is why they’d left the matter alone all together. If it happened, it happened. If it didn’t, it didn’t. 

Your mothers shared such a deep friendship that they even had their own anniversary - the day they first became friends. And along the years, it turned into quite a wholesome celebration for them, celebrating their friendship together. And this anniversary was coming up soon, which is why when Hyunjin had texted you, asking if you wanted to help in throwing a little surprise party for the both of them, you’d eagerly jumped at the opportunity, ready to do anything to distract you from the boy you were so hopeless for. 

Pushing the grocery cart around as Hyunjin mindlessly added to things that might be required for the party, you both idly chatted, catching up with each other’s lives. Hyunjin was a quite good looking guy, and had all the girls in your class breaking their necks to get a good look at his prince-like beauty. Maybe you would’ve been one of those girls currently, if a different guy didn’t have your head up in the clouds. 

“And what’s up with you and Yeonjun? Don’t play with me and tell me, ‘cuz I saw that story of his? Does the shy Y/L/N finally have a man? The most fine, coveted man in school, even?”, he said, his cute dumpling smile and nudging making you blush slightly. “Well, we’ve been hanging out and stuff, I guess? He’s a good guy.”, you said bashfully. Hyunjin opened his mouth to say something but froze midair. Looking forward to seeing what had halted Hyunjin, you made eye contact with Yeonjun’s warm caramel brown ones. 

“Hi Y/N”, he said with a slight edge to his voice, eyeing you and Hyunjin suspiciously as he did. With a clipped voice, he also threw in a “Hey Hwang”, out of whatever courtesy he could find within the unexplainable pit in his stomach and the slight anger clouding his vision as he kept staring at how Hyunjin had an arm loosely wrapped around your shoulder while he was teasing you. He didn’t like that hand. At all. And he needed it off of you, immediately. 

“Hyune, take the items up to the cashier, please? I’ll be with you in a moment”, you requested, gulping as he left your side understandingly, leaving only you and Yeonjun standing in the fresh produce aisle. “Tubs, looks like you don’t need my help getting cool at all, if Hwang is the kind of guy you hang out with.”, he said light-heartedly, even though he felt nothing of the sort currently. Seeing you with another guy had put him off so much, so suddenly that it had him reeling. But, of course anyone wouldn’t be mad if their fake girlfriend was with someone else, right? Even if the word ‘fake’ gave him a bitter taste in his throat?

“Hyunjin is my family friend! His mom and my mom are best friends, you see. And we’re throwing them a little party, you see.”, you explained, suddenly feeling shy in his gaze, intense and burning right into you. His eyes seemed to soften at this, and he nodded. Feeling this odd urge to add more, you hastily spit out, “Do you want to come?”. The invitation was out of the blue and frankly had you feeling stupid. Who the hell would want to come to this? “You bet. I’ll be there in my finest suit and everything”, he added jokingly. “What time?” “Huh?” “What time is it starting?” “You actually want to come?”. “‘Course I do. Gotta impress my in-laws, right?”, he said cheekily. 

“You’re burning up, Y/N-ie!” Hyunjin later said, as he felt your skin as he had gone to poke your cheek. “Was it something in the store?”. Seeing how frozen you were, he slyly put two and two together and asked, “Or was it someone?” 

There were some streamers put up in the living room, and some balloons blown up by both your dads, who’d also become great pals because of their wives. You and Hyunjin were setting up the table, when the doorbell rang. “That can’t be them already?” you asked perplexed. “No, their spa appointment only ends at 6PM, I checked thoroughly”, said Hyunjin’s dad. Moving towards the door, confused about who it could be, you opened the door to find Yeonjun, casually dressed and clutching two small bouquets. “I’m not early, am I?”

When your moms arrived, your mother was pleasantly surprised to find you chatting happily with a boy who was not Hyunjin or any of your friends. Noticing the knowing twinkle in her eyes as you introduced her to Yeonjun, you silently promised her an explanation as you both moved around the room to where Hyunjin was, as your dad beckoned the parents over to the living room while letting the youngsters socialize on their own. With the three of you moving towards the backyard while cracking jokes, you could feel the one-sided tension between the both melting away, which made you glad. Settling down on the lawn chairs on the yard, the three of you streamed through various topics to talk about, with Yeonjun and Hyunjin bonding over their mutual interest in dancing. “I didn’t know you danced.” you’d voiced a bit quietly to him as Hyunjin went to his house just next door to get some beers for the three of you. You hadn’t drank before, so you were planning to sit this one out and let Yeonjun and Hyunjin get tipsy. “Yeah, it’s just been something I’ve always wanted to do. And my teacher before sophomore year reckoned I’d be good too.” “Why’d you stop?”, you asked him. “It was interfering with soccer practice. And soccer gets me into college - dance doesn’t.”. He seemed a bit shut off about the topic, and sensing how this was a sore spot for him, you didn’t press for much. “Well, there’s a life outside college. A life where you could do both - and maybe more dancing like you want.” you offered him in reassurance, which seemed to spark an interest in his eyes. Looking gratefully at you, this look on his face seemed different this time, like there was something deeper simmering beneath the cool guy smack he’d always give you. Your hand which was quite close to his own, hanging limply across the handles of the chair, suddenly was encased in warmth, with his own palm giving yours a grateful squeeze. “Thank you, Y/N. I’d like to show you one day, perhaps.”

And indeed, there was something cooking underneath that aloofness of his, because for the first time, he wished that he could show you his dance skills as his girlfriend, and not just a platonic agreement of the season. 

“Beer wench has arrived!” exclaimed Hyunjin, as he set down three bottles of Beer Lite on the wooden table in front of you. “Sorry to interrupt, lovebirds, but I’m ready to get cracking. Now Yeonjunnie, did you know that when Y/N was 11 she-""Shut up Hyunjin! You swore you wouldn’t talk about that!”. 

Hyunjin and his parents had departed as the evening neared its close, and the sky was black with dark maroon clouds spread out shielding the glimmering stars. Yeonjun had insisted on helping clean up for the party, claiming it was the least he could do as a guest. He was helping your dad clean up stray paper plates and napkins, until you showed him the way up to your room to get a garbage bag to dispose of the waste. His lanky body was right before you as you both bounded up the stairs, and opening up the door, a sudden realization hit you - Yeonjun was going to see your room. Your kind of messy, lame, postered up room. He was already two strides in when you were frozen up, terrified for the teasing onslaught that was bound to begin anytime soon. “No way, you listen to HONEY too? I freaking love that band.”

This was odd. No teasing. No making fun of your weird posters or your figurines and stuffed toys. Only a very heavy compliment on your music taste. Whistling long as he eyed the rest of your room, he seemed to giggle at the obscene number of plushies on your bed, which you took offense to. “It’s our year of the lord 2018 and you’re gonna make fun of plushies on the bed? Really, Yeonjun?”, you told him off with feigned disappointment as he laughed at this, chuckling while shaking his head. “Not making fun, just admiring.” His speech was only slightly slurred, indicating that he was only barely on the cusp of tipsy and sober. Moving towards your closet to bring out a garbage bag, he ambled up to stand right behind you, his arm resting against the wooden frame of the wardrobe as you ruffled around till you found what you were looking for. “Alright! Let’s go then”, spinning around only to bump your nose slightly against his hard chest. This caught you off guard, breath catching in your throat as you stabilized yourself by lightly holding on to his forearm. “Yeonjun?” you asked unsurely as your eyes hesitantly looked up to his pupils blown wide as he stared at you in an entirely different way. Like you were the only person he wanted to look at for the rest of his life. His lips were tantalizingly plump and pink, like easy to grab, low hanging fruit, the smell of cranberries and beer wafting on to your face gently in the most tempting way possible. Inhaling sharply, you saw how his vision flitted between features of your face, as if he was memorizing every curve, every mole and every lash. Eyes blown wide as saucers, you could only stand in bated breath, expecting nothing and everything at the same time. His lips were scanning your lips, and you swore your legs would give out right then and there, from the way he licked his own lips while eyeing yours. 

A call from downstairs seemed to separate you two like similar poles of a magnet, coughing slightly and silently going downstairs, garbage bag in your hand. There was a soft smile on both of your faces as you handed him the bag, going to join your mom in washing the dishes. Your currently flustered state was all the explanation your mom needed about who Yeonjun was to you in your life.

You and Yeonjun ambled by the door just killing time, neither of you wanting to say goodbye. But he knew it was time to go. Standing on your front porch, he offered the last sucker-punch of feelings to your gut as he said, “You know what, Tubs? I still don’t think you need my help. I think you’re the coolest person I know.”

The night when you laid in your bed, an hour after bidding him goodbye, you found yourself staring at the HONEY poster and smiling like a lovesick fool. This summer, you swore, was going to be beautiful.

The Second Summer - July

If you smile at your phone any longer, you’re afraid the shape would be etched on to your face forever, and everyone would know you as the lovestruck idiot who can’t stop smiling. At Least that’s what Soobin says, and obviously he’s never wrong. But even you had to admit, the rate at which you and Yeonjun had spent every waking moment together, including digitally over text messages, was just abysmal. Something seemed to have shifted in him ever since that encounter in your room, and it seemed like he’s exploded with affection. Almost everyone in your school knew that the both of you were in a relationship. A fake one, a snide voice in your head reminded you. That’s what this was for, anyways. A way for him to show Yunha how perfect he was. He wanted to be perfect for Yunha, and you were just practice. But the dark thoughts seemed to evaporate from your mind as another text message from Yeonjun lit up your phone, the wallpaper - the photo of the carnival - just making you more giddy. He’d invited you to your new date/hangout (you weren’t sure which word to settle on during this convoluted situation), a movie night at his place, after you’d relentlessly teased him for not knowing some of the most famous rom-coms. He’d apparently already watched Princess Diaries, which was a shock to you at first, until you found out it was only because his friend Chan had insisted that it was pure cinema, which it was. So tonight, you’d decided to make him watch the second installment of the series, a superior romance with just the right amounts of tension and tropes. He was picking up snacks from the supermarket while he was messaging you, asking you your preferences, the thoughtfulness melting your heart. Your leg was bouncing up and down in excitement as you laid on your bed, ready as ever for the night. 

At 7PM sharp, you had made your way to his house, rapping sharply at the door. He’d confirmed previously that the house was going to be empty save for his younger sister, since his parents had already jetted off for an anniversary couples vacation, leaving their two children in charge of the house. Fully expecting Yeonjun to open the door, you were surprised to find a smaller girl standing at the door with unblinking owlish eyes. From the similar fox-like features to the jet black hair, it wasn’t difficult to figure out that this was Yeonjun’s younger sister, Yena. She seemed to smile, metal braces glinting under the yellow porch light as she welcomed you in. His sister, who was due to start freshman year herself this fall in the same school as you both, seemed to spend no time in starting to talk to you, treating you like a friend she’d known for a long time. “You’re her, right?”, she seemed to ask mid-ramble, “You're Y/N. God that idiot can’t ever shut up about you! Of course, I see why considering how gorgeous you are, but please, some of us are sick of hearing about how much you like spending time with her!”, her voice growing louder and angled towards the staircase you both stood at the bottom of, clearly as a dig towards Yeonjun. His loud footsteps ran down the flight of the stairs, hair damp as if he’s just hopped out of the shower and bangs flopping against his forehead, clad in gray sweatpants and a loose black t-shirt. “Yena, don’t you have idols to ogle at on your iPad like a middle schooler?”, he asked with a huff of annoyance towards his sister, who just promptly stuck her tongue out at him, and walked away, not without giving you a teasing wink before she did. Clearly, this targeted teasing seemed to run in the Choi family genes. 

“We’ll watch the movie in my room, so that the little parasite doesn’t bother us”, he explained as he grabbed your hand to pull you up, almost like it was natural to him. A faint “I heard that!”from Yena in the living room made you chuckle wholeheartedly, loving their sibling dynamic. The sound of your laugh seemed to liven up Yeonjun even more, who could feel the warmth in your hand in his igniting a spark in his heart. So much for pre-made plans of how things go. It is the first time, he thought to himself, that someone’s made me feel this way. And I like it.

Settling down on his queen sized bed, the navy blue duvet and bed covers complimented with gray pillows surprised you, because to be honest, you were expecting some sort of Pokemon bed covers. Which earned you a frustrated and angry sound from Yeonjun, who in his annoyance often behaved exactly like a toddler. Endearing. 

Pressing on the button on the remote, he settled down comfortably right beside you, elbows touching yours as a bowl of popcorn mix was precariously balanced on both of your thighs, his body heat making you feel like a furnace. 

It got worse as the movie continued. Every minuscule move he made, every tiny shift or brush of him against you had you writhing in your head, having to restrain yourself from just imagining. Imagining what it would be like if you were both a regular couple having a regular date night, with your head on his chest, just above his beating heart. He would run his fingers through your hair that would probably soothe the next ten years worth of worries in your life. He could cup your chin and just dip down, giving you a taste of what it was like to be kissed by the magnificent boy. But that beating heart you fantasized of listening to, was currently beating for Kim Yunha. 

You’d never had your first kiss. You frankly saw no big deal of it, and you didn’t want to share a meaningless kiss with some boy who’s name you’d probably forget in twenty years during those eighth grade spin the bottle games at birthday parties. You didn’t know what your first kiss would feel like. If it would be the sparks and fireworks, the bubbles of champagne kind, or the comfortable one, like the breeze that enters through your window at night. Like home. The kiss you currently craved, you guessed, would taste as sweet as candy.

“Hey, hey she did the foot pop when she kissed him! That’s what she wanted in her first movie right!” Yeonjun exclaimed, deeply interested in the movie while you dealt with the dilemma in your mind. He added on, “Oh man, a foot pop kiss would be fun. Different to the kisses I’ve had. Have you had any of those, Tubs?”. His questions seemed to fly over your head, until he asked again, inquisitive eyes looking at you, the dialogue a dimmed background in how close he was. Gulping, you didn’t really feel shame or embarrassment as you told Yeonjun about your lack of experience (read:none) in that department. It was Yeonjun, of course. You couldn’t find anyone else to admit this kind of information to. 

Yeonjun doesn’t know why he’s said it; it flew out of his mouth faster than he could register. But all he did know is that he did want to kiss you. To give you your first kiss. A foot-popping, rom-com, magical kiss. You deserved it. He wanted it. 

“Wanna kiss me?”

His voice has a low timbre to it when he asks this.

There’s an ocean ringing in your ears in the midst of your raging emotions - confusion, shock, and above all, glee. To be kissed by Choi Yeonjun, was like plucking a star from the sky and handing it to you. 

Your neck moves almost mechanically in a single nod. And then his lips are on yours. 

There’s colors yet darkness behind your eyelids that flutter close. Your lips are moving softly and shyly against his, which are gentle yet firm. Like he wants this as bad as you. Like tasting you wasn’t a chore, but a reward. 

You think Yeonjun tastes like popcorn and excitement. He thinks you taste exactly like summer.

The Second Summer - August

The windows in the car are slightly fogging up, and beating heat outside isn’t quite helping. The heavy and quick breaths, the faintest moans of pleasure, from the bitten lips to the few scattered hickeys on your neck, as his lips, as unrelenting as ever, kept devouring your mouth would make anyone feel shy enough to look away. His eyes are slightly dimmed and he looks up through his eyelashes at you from where he’s nibbling on your collarbone, which sends a searing flame down your spine and making you whine a sound barely audible to anyone who wasn’t in the kind of proximity to you that Yeonjun was in. The whine just got more loud as you complained when he pulled away from his ministrations as the sound of his phone dinging from messages from the rest of the Three Stooges which was his friend group - all of them asking how long exactly would he take to go on a simple beer run for the party they’re holding tonight at Wooyoung’s place. Shushing your complaints with a sweet peck on your swollen lips, he said, “Sorry Tubs, but these guys won’t leave me alone unless I get their alcohol. ‘Swear they’re like impatient babies about this stuff.” Starting the car as you got out, he held your wrist just as you were about to close the door, tugging as he asked, “I’ll see you at the party, right?”, eyes gleaming with hope. Smiling, you reassured him with a simple yes, and walked over to the short distance to your house, where the rest of your friends had already gathered, waiting in your bedroom. Already bracing yourself, you opened the door to find Beomgyu funnily gasping and shouting about the marks and your messed up hair, with Rin high fiving you and Soobin, while pretending to be a mad dad at you, just hugged you with a smile that had broken through. “You know Y/N-ie, not even Olympic athletes are this dedicated to reaching the goal like you did. I’m proud of you kid.” “What’s up with all this ‘kid’ stuff, old man?” you asked him laughing as you plopped down on the beanbag next to Rin who was sorting through your wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit for you to wear to the party, which would be your first public, public appearance with Yeonjun.

If you weren’t going to lie, you were quite nervous. Yunha was supposed to be at this party too. And Yeonjun and you hadn’t talked about the ‘deal’ you both had made, the one which would end with him being with Yunha again, at all since that kiss in his room. The rest of the days since then had since been blurred into kiss-filled memories highlighted with more dates and more memories with him. With not a single mention of what happened before, or what would happen later. If this was the only way you could have Yeonjun, in an unspoken way, the self-destructive, addicted part of you was okay with that. But all good things did come to an end. You had spoken to Beomgyu about your predicament, who had been nothing but a patient and attentive listener to you, despite the boy’s regular nature. He offered you some advice - the kind that you knew was so realistic that only Beomgyu could offer it. 

“Confront him about it at the party tonight. Perhaps being this publicly out with you might make him remember your contract too. Then you guys could come to a conclusion, hopefully a good one.”

You’re fidgeting with your fingers on the way to the party, non-verbal and staring out the window in Soobin’s car as the three of them sensed you needed your space, left you alone. Tonight was an important night. 

Jung Wooyoung’s house was no joke. A sprawling mansion with five private jacuzzis, countless bedrooms and more space than required, the party teeming across the entire property seemed to be in full swing when you all arrived. A text alert on your phone from Yeonjun made you look away from the sheer grandness of the house,

[Yawnzzn] 10:26 PM: come meet me at the jacuzzi marked number 3. it’s the one behind the fountain 🙂

Fountain? Jacuzzi? God, was Wooyoung rich. The number of amenities had your head spinning, and it was almost like deja vu, the way you found yourself separated from your friends again at a party. Fortunately enough, this time you’d told them about the message and about meeting Yeonjun. Beomgyu had given an extra reassuring look when you left, silently cheering you on for what you were planning to do tonight. Pushing past sweaty bodies and handsy couples, drunk teenagers and passed out bodies on the floor, you tried to find your way to the location that Yeonjun had messaged. The enormity of the house didn’t make it easy, and honestly you were getting quite dizzy from all the overstimulation around you. But you had to find him first. 

Finally spotting a cluster of palm leaves and an artificial water fountain, made of polished rocks and lighting from below making the water look ethereal, you ambled your way there, pushing past the leaves to get behind the fountain to where Yeonjun said the jacuzzi was. Making it past the rocks, you saw the jacuzzi, where your boy sat with his feet in the glowing blue water, the shadows of the water rippling across his face. There was your beautiful boy, sitting right next to Kim Yunha. 

You didn’t know what to say. Or do. He was looking at her the way you swore he looked at you, with all that hope and all that endearment in his face. Then his face fell, with a tinge of visible anger clustering in his furrowed eyebrows, when you heard the words in her voice, “So what, you gonna extend your contract with your pathetic little fake-girl? Or are you just man up and come back to me?” There seemed to be some sort of satisfaction in the smirk Kim Yunha wore, amplifying when she looked right at you, gleaming with some sort of vengeance. As soon as she did, Yeonjun did too, with a look of utter bewilderment and helplessness. Sort of like how you felt. 

It was like piercing a knife right through you, hot and searing which led to the same kind of tears running right down your face. The look you wore had something inexplicably sharp poking Yeonjun deeply in the chest. He was trying to get around the wet floor, trying to reach you, screaming something. 

But you didn’t hear anything. It was like there was that ocean in your ears again, raging violently this time. Your breath was quickening like falling sand. You didn’t know what to think right now. The summer was supposed to end, and this was the end of your summer, and fuck, he got what he wanted, didn’t he? And left you with nothing. You didn’t know what to do, so you did the only thing you could do, and you ran. 

The Second Summer - Yeonjun’s Summer

If you had asked Yeonjun how his summer was going, he would just say one thing. “This summer, I fell in love.”

74 missed calls have accumulated in your phone over the past three days, where you’ve laid just rotting in your bed. Your eyes are probably still puffy from the way that when you think the tears have ended, they begin again. Rin spent the night over the first night, after hearing your broken recount of the events that had happened to the best of your abilities, amongst the gut-wrenching sobs that wouldn’t stop and the horrible ache in your heart that just wouldn’t stop. The second night, it was Beomgyu, accompanied by Taehyun and Kai, who had come back from visiting their family and been filled in by the rest of the gang on the current happenings. Beomgyu seemed quite angry at himself, after all he was the one who had suggested that you seek out Yeonjun at the party. But when you limply just grabbed his hand while tears streamed down your face noiselessly, the three boys just gathered around you in a circle, encasing you and trying their best to shield you from pain; even though the pain was deep inside you, like a hurtful wrench determined to dig right into you. 

Soobin was here on the third night, declining all the calls from the boy who broke your heart, who seemed to be relentless in his attempts. He had gotten what he had wanted, didn’t he? He got his precious girlfriend back, and was he stupid enough to expect the both of you would continue to be friends? “I don’t get why he called me there if she was going to be there as well”. Your voice is as frail as a dying leaf in winter, thin like paper and watery that had Soobin himself tearing up for his friend. 

You did have quite a lot of unanswered questions that would remain a mystery to you, you guessed. Did everything really mean nothing to you? Was I the only one calling it everything? Do you miss me? I miss you. I miss you a lot even though I shouldn’t. I miss you all the time. I hate you. I miss you. 

Another buzzing call on your phone had you break out of your headspace. “Soob”, you began in a watery voice, “I’m gonna go shower. Maybe get rid of this stench and sadness on me. You go home and get some rest, okay?””But-” “Trust me.” He understood that this was something you needed, and giving you one last hug, he walked out, leaving you alone in the room where you first felt Yeonjun. 

He’s been driving around aimlessly for the past three days. Ever since that night, he’s been sleeping in his car, which had gathered protests from the rest of his friends. But he couldn’t stomach going into his room, where he’d kissed you for the first time. He was haunted now, by the most beautiful ghost. A ghost whom he’d hurt. 

He has been cursing out Kim Yunha in his mind continuously, but not as much as he’d been cursing himself. When she’d overheard the conversation he was having with Changbin, Wooyoung and Chan about how he was ready to cut the contract-deal bullshit between you both, to finally put an end to the Yunha business, and finally ask you to be his as much as he already was yours, he should’ve taken some action. He shouldn’t have fallen for her innocent act, where she pretended to be actually interested in hearing about you. He should’ve cut her off immediately, and then run to you and kissed you long and hard.

But he didn’t. He didn’t and now you were hurt because of him and he couldn’t find you at all. There seemed to be no activity about you. You hadn’t blocked him, but you didn’t pick up his calls. His texts were still going through, but left on delivered. He was lost, and you were the only one who could compass him back to shore. 

He doesn’t know when to pin-point to the moment being the moment when he realized that he’d fallen hard and fast for you. Every date with you made him crave your presence more. Funny jokes seem funnier when he hears your laugh. Movies were more entertaining only when you were sitting next to him, pressed up to him so that he could smell your shampoo and hold your hand, the pads of his fingers tracing every crease on your palm. Or maybe it was when you became the first person to take an interest in the real him - the Yeonjun who liked dancing and animal ears and popcorn and ice creams from the convenience store. Maybe he was a goner the moment he sat in that bathtub at the party with you. Losing an anchor like you meant he was back to being adrift at sea.

It’s the 4th day of being on no-contact with Yeonjun. Since that fateful day where your heart had been shattered to pieces. You’re back at the convenience store you’d worked that summer, on some sort of heritage tour of the moments you had before you were crushed. You walked on over to the ice cream box, chuckling sadly when you noticed the exact ice cream you’d recommended him still being there. You weren’t sure how or when you’d stop remembering him in the small things. But in some deep, deep part of you, you wanted to remember him. You wanted to remember how high you felt around him. 

“Y/N.”

It's like the temperature in the store drops significantly when he says your name. You’re refusing to turn around, shoulder seized up and taut. He’s here, he’s here, why the fuck is he here?

“Y/N, please.” He doesn’t want to get too close to you just yet. He wants to give you the space you need. But fuck, if he just didn’t feel the largest wave of relief in his chest when he spotted you entering the convenience store. 

“Y/N, Tubs. Please. Just hear me out. Please? I promise you it’s not what it looked like.”

He sounds so utterly desperate and broken that it makes your heart ache enough to make you turn around, making you gasp at his disheveled appearance.

There’s dark eye bags under his eyes which have lost any spark they held before. Despite the brightness of the sun outside, he seemed to look almost gray in color. Like life was sucked right out of him. His concerning appearance had you shuffling hesitantly towards him, which he was ever-so welcoming to. Opening his mouth, his voice was hoarse, as began explaining everything. 

You’re both seated outside that store again, where that godforsaken deal began. He seems much lighter now, and much better. His hand is inches from yours, and hesitating to close the gap. The moment is so tender, so precious, that even one wrong move has him fearing that you’d leave, and he’d be broken again. “Is the deal over then?”, you ask him, which has his eyes widening. “Fuck the deal, baby. I’m so sorry that it even was a thing. I like you, Y/N Y/L/N. I might even just be in love with you, and I’m mad enough about you to admit it. You’re like breathing to me, Y/N.”

He’s here again, and he’s so, so beautiful again. This time, it’s you closing the gap between your hands, his palm bringing back fond memories to your mind. “Well, Yeonjun, I hope the deal is over. I’d like to declare it over, because I would prefer it a lot more if you became my real boyfriend, instead of my fake one.”

It’s the summer before junior year and you’re only sixteen, but you swear that this is love. You may not know much, but you’re sure. Reaching here might’ve been hell, like fighting modern Sparta. But you wouldn’t have ended it any differently, with you and him and a summer in a convenience store, eating ice pops and sharing frozen kisses. 

Bonus: The first fall

You’re standing in front of your locker. The first day of school jitters were significantly lesser compared to your previous years. Picking up the singular post-it that had seemed to have found itself in your locker, you turned it around to find Yeonjun’s scrawling handwriting saying only one thing. I love you. And just as you grinned from the message, the boy in question wrapped his arms around your torso, planting a sweet kiss on the right side of your neck, and then deeply inhaling your scent, which made you laugh happily. “Cool people write post-its by the way. That should also be a tip you should consider for your highschool journey.” “Of course, my cool boyfriend. I’ll definitely keep in mind that post-its are for cool people.” If Yeonjun was a star, you were his star charter. You’d still have to get through the battleground of high school. But doing it with Yeonjun just made the whole journey much sweeter, didn’t it?

“Just for the record, I still don’t like him.” ”Shut up Soobin!”.

𐙚 voodoo doll.

— "he was so good at everything—sports, academics, and most of the time making you feel sick."

genre: crack, (suggestive?), enemies to lovers (bcs we love ETL trope on taehyun)

pairing: rival!taehyun x afab!reader

warning: kiss :>> and some moments you might find tyun annoying pfft

wordcount: 4.3k

now playing: 5sos — voodoo doll ୨ৎ

you never hated anyone in your life as much as you hated kang taehyun. it wasn’t just the way he walked around campus with the effortlessly cold demeanor, or the way he seemed to have a knack for excelling at everything. it was the sheer arrogance with which he did it all, like the world was a stage and he was the star.

you’d always been the smart one, the dedicated one, the one who put in the extra hours and sacrificed weekends to stay ahead. that was until taehyun came into the picture. taehyun, with his easy smile and natural talent, seemed to glide through life effortlessly. he became class president in high school without breaking a sweat and now, in college, he held the same position, while you were stuck as his secretary. it wasn’t by choice. fate seemed to enjoy this cruel joke, making sure you were always tethered to him, your academic rival, the bane of your existence.

the rivalry started early in high school. taehyun had transferred in sophomore year, and from the moment he stepped into the classroom, he had an air of confidence that rubbed you the wrong way. he was good at everything—sports, academics, socializing. it was as if he was designed to be perfect, and that perfection only fueled your growing resentment. every time he received praise from teachers or admiration from classmates, it felt like a personal slight against you.

one day, during history class, mr. kim praised taehyun for his insightful comments. “excellent observation, taehyun. your understanding of the topic is truly impressive.”

taehyun flashed that infuriatingly perfect smile. “thanks, sir. i just try to keep up with the material.”

you rolled your eyes, unable to stay silent. “must be nice to make it all look so easy,” you muttered, loud enough for him to hear.

taehyun turned to you with a smirk. “oh, did you say something?”

“just admiring how effortlessly you seem to excel at everything,” you shot back, trying to keep your tone steady.

he chuckled, clearly enjoying your irritation. “it’s all about staying focused and putting in the effort. maybe you should try it sometime.”

that was just the beginning. during lunch, taehyun easily charmed his way into conversations with the popular crowd, while you sat at your usual table, glaring at him from across the cafeteria. when the coach praised him for scoring the winning goal in the soccer match, you overheard taehyun laughing and saying, “it’s all part of the game. gotta keep up the good work.”

you leaned over to your friend and whispered, “it’s like he’s living in a different world where everything is handed to him on a silver platter.”

“don’t let him get to you,” your friend advised, but it was too late. taehyun’s relentless perfection was already engrained in your mind, fueling your growing resentment.

every time taehyun received praise from teachers or admiration from classmates, it felt like a personal slight against you. it wasn’t just about the accolades; it was about the constant reminder of how he seemed to effortlessly surpass you, making every small victory of yours seem insignificant.

but the hatred wasn’t just one-sided. taehyun seemed to enjoy pushing your buttons, always making sly comments and throwing around that smug grin. his friends, beomgyu and kai, were always by his side, adding to the annoyance with their own brand of casual arrogance.

during one particularly grueling student council meeting, taehyun leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “you know, we could always use a bit more enthusiasm from our secretary. wouldn’t want you falling asleep on the job, right?”

beomgyu snickered, nudging kai. “looks like someone’s got a real knack for being a buzzkill.”

kai added with a grin, “seriously, though, do you ever get tired of being so... intense?”

you glared at taehyun, trying to ignore the laughter from his friends. “it’s called being responsible. not everyone finds it necessary to coast through life.”

taehyun’s smile widened. “oh, come on. don’t be such a sourpuss. we’re all just having a bit of fun.”

“fun?” you shot back. “more like another opportunity for you to remind everyone how perfect you think you are.”

“well, if the shoe fits,” taehyun said with a shrug, clearly enjoying the way his comments riled you up.

the meetings always ended in this same exhausting cycle. after one such meeting, you found yourself in the hallway, trying to calm down. beomgyu and kai caught up to taehyun, their laughter echoing off the walls.

“you really got under her skin today,” beomgyu said, shaking his head.

“it’s too easy,” taehyun replied with a smirk. “besides, it’s kind of fun watching her try so hard to keep up.”

kai laughed. “well, keep it up. it’s definitely entertaining.”

you walked past them, your face burning with frustration. it was exhausting to constantly compete for the top spot in every class, every extracurricular activity, every student council meeting. but you couldn’t let him win. you wouldn’t let him win.

now, in college, nothing had changed. if anything, the rivalry had intensified. both of you had chosen to major in literature, and once again, fate had cast taehyun as the president and you as his reluctant secretary. the daily meetings, the shared projects, the constant presence of each other—it was like being trapped in a never-ending nightmare.

the library, usually a sanctuary of quiet study, had become the battleground for your latest clash with taehyun. it was mid-afternoon, and the space was filled with the soft rustle of pages and the occasional murmur of students. you were deeply immersed in research for a major paper when taehyun walked in, beomgyu and kai trailing behind him, their presence a constant reminder of his entourage.

taehyun spotted you and made a beeline for your table, his expression a mix of mischief and irritation. you braced yourself for the inevitable confrontation.

“working on something important?” taehyun asked, leaning over your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear.

“just trying to get ahead on this paper,” you replied, keeping your eyes on your notes.

“well, don’t let me interrupt,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “just wanted to remind you that the group presentation is next week. i hope you’re ready.”

you looked up, meeting his gaze with a steely glare. “we’ll see. i’m sure you’ll be ready to take all the credit, as usual.”

taehyun’s smirk widened. “oh, don’t be like that. we’re all in this together, right?”

“sure,” you replied, the irritation clear in your voice. “together. as long as you don’t try to steal the spotlight.”

as he walked away with his friends, you couldn’t shake the feeling of his eyes lingering on you. the rivalry seemed to intensify every time you crossed paths, each encounter a reminder of the unresolved tension between you.

another morning, like any other mornings, the classroom buzzed with the low hum of students settling in for another lecture. you sat at your desk, papers scattered around you, trying to ignore the way taehyun's voice carried over the room like a taunting melody.

“don’t forget,” taehyun’s voice cut through the noise, “the deadline for the council project is next week. let’s make sure we keep on top of it.”

you bit your lip to keep from snapping back. “got it, president. i’ll make sure everything’s in order.”

he gave you that infuriatingly perfect smile, the kind that seemed to say he knew exactly how much he was getting under your skin. it wasn’t just his smile, though—it was his entire presence. how he could be smart, good at sports, charming with the ladies, and still manage to hold the class president position year after year. it was like he had some kind of cosmic cheat code that ensured everything went his way.

the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. students began to gather their things, and taehyun, as usual, took a moment to thank everyone with that same insincere tone that grated on your nerves. you quickly packed up, ready to face another round of his demands, trying to suppress the growing frustration that simmered beneath your surface.

as you glanced over at taehyun, standing tall and looking every bit the part of the perfect president, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this rivalry was far from over. if anything, it was only getting started. 

you remember the exact moment the rivalry started. it was during a surprise quiz in history class. mr. kim had just handed out the papers when taehyun raised his hand, asking for an extension. his charming smile and polite tone seemed to melt mr. kim’s resolve, and the extension was granted. the entire class watched in awe as taehyun breezed through the quiz, finishing it in record time.

“did he seriously just get an extension on a quiz?” you muttered to your friend, your frustration evident.

“i know, right? it’s like he’s got some special deal with the teachers,” your friend replied, shaking her head.

as the weeks went on, it became clear that taehyun wasn’t just a threat; he was a walking, talking embodiment of everything you resented. he excelled in every subject, won every sports match, and somehow managed to charm his way into everyone’s good graces.

the breaking point came during the annual debate competition. you’d been working hard for weeks, preparing your arguments and rehearsing every night. but when the day arrived, taehyun showed up with his usual air of nonchalance. despite your best efforts, he stole the spotlight with his effortless charisma and razor-sharp wit. the judges’ praises for him were like daggers to your heart.

“you were fantastic out there, taehyun,” one of the judges said, patting him on the back.

“thanks, sir. just had to wing it a bit,” taehyun replied with that infuriating grin.

you clenched your fists, your face flushing with frustration. “wing it? you made it look like you didn’t even break a sweat.”

taehyun turned to you, his smile never fading. “oh, didn’t you hear? sometimes less is more.”

you barely managed to hold back your scowl as you walked away, the echoes of his laughter ringing in your ears.

as the semester in college progressed, the rivalry between you and taehyun continued to simmer, but there was something new in the air. taehyun’s behavior began to shift in ways that left you both confused and frustrated. it wasn’t the overtly arrogant taehyun you were used to; instead, there were moments when he seemed almost... considerate.

it started with small things. one day, as you struggled with a mountain of paperwork, taehyun appeared beside your desk, carrying a stack of your files.

“you look like you’ve got your hands full,” he said, placing the files down with a casual smile. “thought i’d help out.”

you looked up, stunned. “why would you do that?”

taehyun shrugged, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “just figured you could use a hand. no big deal.”

you tried to ignore the way his smile made your heart skip a beat. “thanks, but i’ve got it covered.”

but the mixed signals didn’t stop there. he would randomly comment on your progress, offering advice that was surprisingly helpful. during class discussions, he’d even seek out your opinion, as if genuinely interested in what you had to say.

“i was thinking about your point on the symbolism in the novel,” taehyun said one day. “it’s actually pretty insightful.”

you raised an eyebrow, wary. “is this some sort of trick?”

taehyun’s expression was unreadable. “no trick. just thought it was worth mentioning.”

these moments were disorienting, especially when contrasted with his usual smug demeanor. you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was playing some kind of game, but you couldn’t figure out the rules.

“how does he manage to be so perfect?” you muttered to yourself one evening, staring at your pile of essays.

your friend, who was sitting across from you, glanced up from her own work. “maybe he’s just really good at hiding his flaws.”

“or maybe he’s just not human,” you replied bitterly. “it’s like he’s got this cosmic cheat code that makes everything easier.”

despite your best efforts to stay annoyed, there were moments when taehyun’s unexpected kindness made it hard to maintain the facade of hatred. his small acts of consideration seemed genuine, but they were always accompanied by that signature grin that left you questioning his true intentions.

one day, you found yourself alone in the library, lost in your notes. taehyun appeared out of nowhere, carrying two coffee cups.

“thought you might need this,” he said, handing you one of the cups. “it’s been a long day.”

you took the cup, your fingers brushing against his. “you really don’t have to do this.”

taehyun’s smile softened. “just thought it’d be nice. no strings attached.”

as he walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was shifting. the rivalry, which had always been fueled by pure animosity, was beginning to blur at the edges.

you watched him leave, your mind racing. the tension between you was still there nonetheless, but it was laced with a new complexity that you weren’t sure how to read. the more taehyun tried to be considerate, the more you struggled to maintain your resentment.

the line between hatred and something else entirely was growing increasingly thin, and you couldn’t help but wonder if this rivalry was evolving into something much more complicated than you had ever anticipated.

as the semester wore on, the stakes in your academic rivalry heightened. the university announced a major academic competition, a team project that required both strategic planning and a deep understanding of the subject matter. fate, in its twisted sense of humor, paired you with taehyun.

initially, you were horrified. the idea of working with him felt like a punishment, a cruel twist that ensured you’d be constantly reminded of your rivalry. but there was no escaping it—you were now partners.

the first meeting was fraught with tension. you sat across from taehyun in the library, papers and textbooks spread out between you.

“we need to divide the tasks,” taehyun said, his tone unusually professional. “i was thinking you could handle the research while i focus on the presentation.”

you glared at him. “oh, so you get to do the part where you look impressive while i’m stuck doing all the grunt work?”

taehyun raised an eyebrow. “it’s about playing to our strengths. i thought you’d be fine with the research.”

“fine, whatever,” you snapped, trying to ignore the way his calm demeanor only made you more irate.

as the project progressed, moments of conflict were inevitable. during one particularly heated discussion, taehyun’s voice rose in frustration.

“i’m just saying that if we focus more on the data analysis, it’ll strengthen our argument,” he argued.

“and i’m saying that we need to present it in a way that’s engaging!” you shot back. “no one cares about the data if it’s boring!”

the argument continued, voices raised, until beomgyu and kai, who had been studying nearby, looked over with concern.

“you two okay over there?” beomgyu asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

“we’re fine,” taehyun replied tersely. “just working through some differences.”

kai exchanged a glance with beomgyu. “it sounds more like you’re on the verge of tearing each other apart.”

“we’re just passionate about the project,” you said, trying to sound more composed than you felt.

despite the frequent clashes, there were moments when you and taehyun inadvertently supported each other. during a particularly grueling night of work, you found yourself in the library, exhausted and frustrated.

“this is so much harder than i thought,” you muttered, staring at the pile of notes.

taehyun, who had been working in silence across the table, glanced up. “hey, do you want some help with that? i know it’s a lot.”

you looked at him, surprised by the offer. “you’re actually willing to help?”

“well, yeah..” he said with a faint smile. “it’s not just about winning. we need to do well for our own sake.”

the days following the big competition felt oddly anticlimactic. while you and taehyun had shared a moment of unexpected friendship, if you can even call it that way, it was quickly overshadowed by the return to your usual academic rivalry. the possibility of being friends seemed to evaporate as quickly as it had appeared.

the tension between you two flared up again, intensified by a debate that had become the talk of campus. it was the kind of event where both your reputations were on the line, and the stakes felt higher than ever. when the day of the debate arrived, you and taehyun were once again pitted against each other, this time in a public forum.

the debate room was packed, the audience buzzing with anticipation. taehyun stood on one side of the stage, his usual confident smile in place. you faced him from the other side, equally determined and poised. the topic was one you had prepared meticulously, and you felt a surge of adrenaline as the debate began.

as the debate progressed, it became clear that you had the upper hand. your arguments were sharp, your points well-articulated. taehyun’s frustration was evident, his responses growing more strained with each passing minute.

finally, the debate concluded, and the judges announced your victory. the applause from the audience was a sweet victory, but taehyun’s scowl as he walked off the stage was a stark reminder of the rivalry that still simmered beneath the surface.

the next day, taehyun’s frustration reached new heights. he spotted you across the campus, sitting in the cafeteria with yeonjun, a guy from one of your minor subjects. you and yeonjun seemed deep in conversation, laughing and sharing food. it wasn’t just that you were with someone else; it was the way you seemed so at ease, so indifferent to the intense rivalry that had dominated your interactions for so long.

taehyun's jaw tightened as he watched from a distance. the sight of you enjoying lunch with yeonjun, seemingly carefree, was like a bitter pill he couldn’t swallow. he didn’t understand why it bothered him so much, but it did. the casual ease between you and yeonjun, the way you looked so relaxed, felt like a personal affront.

as he walked past the cafeteria, he couldn’t shake the irritation gnawing at him. it was as if you had completely erased the existence of his presence, your attention now diverted elsewhere. the nagging feeling of being replaced, of not being a priority anymore, simmered beneath his calm exterior.

later that day, taehyun confronted you in the library. the place was quiet, with only the occasional rustling of pages and the hum of distant conversations breaking the silence. you were at a table, buried in books and notes, preparing for the next round of exams.

taehyun approached, his expression a mix of frustration and something harder to define.

“can we talk?” he asked, his voice clipped.

you looked up from your notes, surprised by the sudden intensity in his tone. “what’s wrong now, taehyun?”

“what’s wrong?” he repeated, his frustration spilling over. “you’re acting like the debate didn’t even happen. like it’s just business as usual. and now you’re all chummy with yeonjun?”

you narrowed your eyes. “i don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“it is my business when you act like everything we’ve been through means nothing!” taehyun’s voice rose, drawing a few curious glances from nearby students.

“you think everything revolves around you?” you snapped back, your patience wearing thin. “i won a debate. life goes on. and so do I.”

taehyun’s face flushed with a mixture of anger and confusion. “you’re unbelievable. it’s like you don’t even care anymore.”

“maybe i don’t,” you said, your voice cold. “you’re not the center of my universe, taehyun. i have other things to focus on.”

there was a tense silence between you two, the air thick with unspoken feelings. taehyun’s frustration was palpable, but so was the underlying hurt. he was at a loss for why your casual interactions with someone else were affecting him so deeply.

before you could say anything more, taehyun closed the distance between you, his hand grabbing your arm and pulling you closer. in a sudden, impulsive move, he kissed you. it was a kiss filled with a mix of frustration, anger, and a desperation that neither of you had anticipated.

when he pulled away, both of you were breathless, staring at each other in shock. the library seemed to close in around you, the tension of the moment heavy in the stillness.

“what was that?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

taehyun’s eyes were wide, his expression a mix of regret and confusion. “i... i don’t know. i just...”

“you can’t just—” you began, but your words faltered as his lips found yours again.

the kiss had changed everything. since that moment, your interactions with taehyun were charged with a new, electric tension. in public, you maintained your usual bickering and rivalry, but in private, the dynamic shifted dramatically. every chance encounter in the library or the student council office became fraught with the unresolved emotions of that kiss.

in public, the rivalry seemed as intense as ever. you and taehyun continued to spar in the classroom, arguing over every small detail as if nothing had happened. his smirks, once infuriating, now felt almost playful, like he was trying to provoke a reaction from you.

“still haven’t learned to keep up, have you?” taehyun would tease during class, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“you just love talking, don’t you?” you’d shoot back, pretending to ignore the way his gaze lingered on you.

you found yourself glaring at him across the cafeteria, where you deliberately chose a table as far from him as possible. taehyun, however, seemed unfazed, his attention flicking over to you now and then as if he was waiting for you to make the first move.

in private, however, the tension was electric. the library corner, once a haven for studying, now held the weight of your unspoken feelings. one afternoon, you were alone at a table, deeply engrossed in your notes, when taehyun appeared at the edge of your vision. he approached with a purposeful stride, his expression unreadable.

“need any help?” he asked, his voice low.

“no, thanks. i’m fine,” you replied, not looking up.

taehyun moved closer, leaning over your shoulder. the proximity sent shivers down your spine. “you sure about that? because it looks like you’re struggling.”

the closeness was unbearable, and before you could react, taehyun’s lips were on yours, his kiss urgent and hungry. the library seemed to close in around you, the only sounds being the rustling of papers and the rapid beating of your hearts. his hands were on your hips, pulling you closer as if he wanted to erase any distance between you.

when he finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, eyes locked. “that’s what i thought,” he murmured, his voice rough.

the student council office, too, became a site of charged encounters. one evening, after a particularly heated meeting, you were alone in the office, organizing paperwork. taehyun entered, his expression a mix of frustration and something softer.

“we need to talk,” he said, closing the door behind him.

“about what?” you asked, keeping your back to him as you continued to sort through files.

“about us,” taehyun said, moving closer. his voice was barely a whisper. “about what is happening between us.”

you turned to face him, but before you could respond, taehyun’s hands were on your shoulders, pulling you into a fierce kiss. the office, with its mundane surroundings of desks and files, became a backdrop for the intensity of the moment. his lips moved against yours with a passion that left you gasping.

after a long, heated moment, you broke the kiss, your breathing ragged. “this doesn’t change anything, taehyun,” you said, your voice trembling.

“doesn’t it?” he asked, his eyes searching yours. “because it feels like it changes everything.”

the days continued in this new, complicated dynamic. in public, the rivalry was as fierce as ever, but in private, the moments of passion and intensity deepened the connection between you. every touch, every stolen kiss in quiet corners, only served to blur the lines between animosity and affection. the rivalry that had once been so defining now felt like a fragile mask for something deeper, more profound, and undeniably complicated.

one afternoon, as you were leaving a particularly contentious student council meeting, taehyun caught up with you, his usual smirk softened by something more genuine.

“we should grab lunch sometime,” he said, his voice more tentative than usual.

“oh? trying to make amends?” you teased, but there was a warmth in your tone that belied your words.

“maybe,” taehyun replied, his eyes meeting yours with an earnest look. “or maybe i just want to spend time with you outside of all this.”

your moments together had become more frequent and more tender. one evening, after a long day, you and taehyun found yourselves back in the student council office. the room was quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the air conditioning.

“you know,” taehyun said, leaning against the desk, “i’ve been thinking about us.”

“that’s dangerous,” you replied with a playful grin, but your heart wasn’t in the banter this time.

“why?” he asked, stepping closer. “because it’s complicated?”

“yeah,” you said softly, looking down. “it’s a lot to figure out.”

taehyun reached out, gently tilting your chin up so you met his gaze. “we don’t have to figure it all out right now. but I want to be with you, even if it means getting through this mess.”

you felt a surge of warmth at his words, and before you could respond, taehyun’s lips were on yours in a tender, lingering kiss. it was a kiss filled with promise and hope, the kind that spoke of a future where you both were willing to face whatever came next together.

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love to hate you; choi yeonjun

PAIRING I yeonjun x gn!reader

CAST I choi yeonjun, mentions of choi beomgyu

WC | 1.6k

GENRE I fluff, enemies to lovers, college!au

WARNINGS I explicit language, e2l so they're a little mean to each other Imao, miscommunication

A/N I requested by anonymous. thank you again for sending in such a kind request, i really enjoyed writing this!! also i feel like yeonjun fits the e2l trope so perfectly idk it just seems very fitting :P (event is now closed, but requests are open.)

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“No, you don’t understand. I really, really can’t work with him—I need a new partner. Anyone. Or I can work alone! Literally, anything else.”

You can’t help but register just how pathetic and desperate you sound, but if it gets you out of working with Choi Yeonjun then you’d do it again a million times over. You’re considering getting on your knees and starting to sob when your professor holds up a hand, silencing your pleas and stilling your desperate movements.

“You can either work with Mr. Choi or get an F. There’s no individual work, and definitely no changing partners,” they say sternly. “If any real issues arise, then feel free to contact me again.” With that being said, your professor stands up and gathers up their belongings, sliding their papers nearly into their briefcase before walking away from you, leaving you dumbfounded.

A small part of you urges you to go after them and bug them further, not wanting to give in—and also feeling a little annoyed at how quickly you were written off. But you don’t want to create any bad blood, and even though working with Yeonjun will suck, it’s doable. You take a second to count your blessings, thinking about the poor soul that was paired with Choi Beomgyu, who’s only been to class once all semester and is virtually unable to be reached unless it’s past midnight and you’re a semi-attractive woman asking if he’s up.

Your issue with Yeonjun isn’t that he’s an idiot, or that he doesn’t show up and do the work. In fact, on paper, he seems like exactly the type of person that you’d love to work with—so what’s the problem?

The problem is simple: he’s annoying.

He reminds you of the ill-fated, rage-inducing boys that you were surrounded by in middle school, taunting girls and asking them out as a joke just to make them cry. Just because they knew they had that power over them. Cocky, arrogant, and selfish. That’s exactly how he presented himself.

You mutter obscenities under your breath as you sling your backpack over your shoulder, walking out of the now empty classroom. You trudge down the hallway, pulling out your phone and seeing a text from Yeonjun—you’d exchanged contact information at the end of class, though you assured him that you’d be finding a new partner and you didn’t need it.

YJ: So, who’s your new partner?

Rolling your eyes, you type out a quick message in response and send it, pocketing your phone.

Y/N: No one. We’re still working together.

Your phone buzzes again, but you ignore it as you step out of the building, sighing deeply as you rub your eyes tiredly.

“Hey there, beautiful.”

Oh no.

You stop rubbing your eyes and look up to see Yeonjun leaning against the side of the building. His arms are crossed across his chest, and he has a smug grin plastered across his face. “So we’re still partners then, hm?” he chortles, walking up to you with a cringeworthy swagger. You know that he acts like this partially as a joke—no one is that cringe without trying to be—but it only makes you even more annoyed. He stands before you, and his gaze drops as he looks you up and down. “I like your outfit today,” he says, his voice softer and less brash this time—a welcome change. It almost makes your heart flutter. Almost.

“Thanks. We can work on our project in the library tomorrow after class. I’m free then,” you say shortly, giving him nothing more than a quick glance before starting to walk away, resisting the urge to curse at him under your breath.

You have the great misfortune of having a class later in the evening, which meant that by the time you got out, the sun was already setting and the day was over. It could be a little depressing, realizing that you spent your entire day sitting in a classroom, but on the plus side you got to see a lot of pretty sunsets. You pull out your phone again to take a picture, smiling softly at the orangey-pink glow of the sun dipping beneath the horizon, but your tender moment is interrupted when you see Yeonjun slowly creeping into view on your camera.

“Yeonjun!” you snap, your hands dropping as you give up on taking a photo. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Walking you home. It’s getting dark,” he says innocently, looking genuinely wounded at your hostility.

You take a deep breath, exhaling sharply before catching his eye. His cheeks flush, and he clears his throat as he looks away, embarrassed. “I don’t need you to walk me home. I live really close by.”

“So do I. It’s really no trouble,” he says, pouting. He slows his pace to match your gait, walking beside you. His hand brushes against yours as you walk, his knuckles grazing against your fingers, but you whip your hand away quickly, tucking it into the pocket of your jacket as you turn your gaze to the ground. His steps fall in rhythm with yours now, as the two of you walk at the same pace.

Gritting your teeth, you decide to just allow it—he was being silent for once, and it also was getting dark rather fast. The lovely warm-hued sunset was now meeting its end, the sky bruising blue and purple at the edges of its waning light. Little sprinklings of white stars begin to become visible in the darker portions of the sky, winking at you as you look up in awe. Yeonjun watches you, feeling his cheeks heating up with a blush as he admires you. You just look so pretty in the warm, syrupy lighting of early evening, your skin golden-hued and sunkissed.

It’s dark once you get back to your apartment complex, and you awkwardly thank Yeonjun for walking you back. “I’ll work on the PowerPoint tonight, so that we have somewhere to start tomorrow,” you promise, sending him off with a stiff wave. “Don’t text me unless it’s about the project.”

He whines a little as you tell him not to text you, sulking when you threaten to block his number. But his smile returns when you mention your meeting tomorrow, and he skips off, telling you not to worry as he lives in the complex just across the street. You watch with exasperation as his lithe figure disappears into the night, feeling an odd mixture of emotions swirling in your stomach.

Why did he suddenly seem… less annoying?

The next day, you text Yeonjun the number of the room that you’re in as you sit in the library alone. You’re typing away as you write a rough draft for your script, your fingertips clacking against the sticky keyboard of your laptop. The library, cold as always from the ancient air conditioner that always seemed to be running, forced you to bundle up in an old hoodie, pulling the hood over your head as you work—truly an unenjoyable place and physical state to be studying in.

Yeonjun sidles into the room shortly after, shivering in the cool air. “It’s cold as fuck,” he mutters, sitting in the chair next to you. He moves closer, leaning over your shoulder to look at what you’re working on. “Looks good. Have you checked on the PowerPoint yet?” he asks, a hint of nervousness evident in his voice.

He’s said that he would take care of the graphics in the PowerPoint, so you hadn’t bothered to check on it since you initially created the file the night before. “No,” you say, as you open a new tab to open it up. “Why? Is everything okay?”

He doesn’t reply, nervously clasping his hands together as he watches you open up the file. It looks good, and you frown as you scroll through, skimming the text and glancing at the graphics; why was he so antsy?

Then you get to the last slide—it’s clearly been added on at the last minute, with the default color and font. It has absolutely nothing to do with your project; it has your name in all capital letters, and then below it there’s a question: will you go out with me?

Taken aback, you look up at Yeonjun, who’s blushing and looking down at the floor—a complete 180 from his usual brash and overconfident demeanor.

“Are you fucking with me right now?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him as he shakes his head rapidly.

“No, I’d never!” he insists, taking you by the hand. He looks up at you with sparkling, pleading eyes, and you can’t deny the steady thrumming of your heart in your chest. “I really do like you, and I know that you’re… probably not into me at all, but I had to let you know. I had to, while you were still talking to me.”

You study him for a minute, searching his eyes for any hint of deceit. But there’s none—all you can see is adoration, hopefulness; pure naivety—and you fall for him all at once, unable to resist his smarmy behavior, his annoying charm.

You kiss him, silencing his rambling spiel even though you think those might be your favorite words of his that he’s ever spoken. He kisses back, feverishly, desperately, as if he’s been craving this one embrace all his life and it quenches an unspeakable thirst.

“Don’t make me regret this,” you warn him, once you pull away from the kiss and see the dopey, love-drunk smile on his face.

“Baby, I promise you won’t,” he says cheekily, making you groan with endearing exasperation as he tries to pull you in for another kiss.

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