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synopsis: Yeonjun, the schools heartthrob and heartbreaker. You and him have always been somewhat close, always flirting. Yet when you come clean with your feelings he shuts you down. However your persistent on winning him over, maybe he isn’t to against the idea.
includes: playboy!Yeonjun x reader, smut (at the end), vanilla sex, college au, frat parties, alcohol usuals, angst, fluff, crack, txt members, lesserafim yunjin & chaewon
word count: 5k
a/n: first time releasing a long fic! Hope ya enjoy, reblogs are greatly appreciated:3
Choi Yeonjun. He was known by all at your campus. Whether that be because of his beautiful looks, confident personality, or his reputation with girls.
Most girls fell for Yeonjun, saying that they felt a special connection with him, only for him to ghost them the next day or week.
It’s not that he didn’t care but it’s more of he didn’t want a long term relationship. And it’s not like he was setting it off either, but he genuinely felt like none of these girls were what he wanted.
If he was being honest they were easy. Meaning that most of them had daddy issues, or didn’t have that self respect for themselves.
Yeonjun wanted someone that knew their worth just as much as he knew his own. Yeonjun knew he was good looking, he knew he was talented and he was confident. He found it attractive when a girl was confident about themselves and knew what they wanted.
Now as much as you hated to admit it, you were definitely in the same category as the girls he’s hooked up with. Well at least only as far as catching feelings for the latter.
Maybe it was embarrassing to be pining over him for three years. Falling hopelessly in love with the guy that shamelessly flirted with every living thing. Your friendship with Yeonjun was…different you’d say.
You guys were close enough for him to ask you about advice for problems, and such. Coming to you when he was stressed or just wanted to chill. Yet he’d always flirt with you, loving to tease you.
And with your time knowing Yeonjun you grew to know that that’s just how he was. But that didn’t mean it didn’t effect you because it did. Yeonjun could have you flustered in just a second with his flirtatious eyes and voice.
A lot of girls were always jealous of your position, they assumed that since you were close with him, there was no way you guys didn’t hook up . But it was the complete opposite.
In a way you were fine with that, you didn’t want to just be another fuck toy to Yeonjun.
You wanted to mean something to him, you wanted him to be able to feel comfortable around you and not put up a front like he did with these other girls.
It was honestly a wonder to you about what went through his head when he would cut off a girl. Because no matter how many times you’ve confessed to him and he’s always rejected you, he never ghosted you. So you would be left to wonder, “Well he doesn’t like me enough to be with me yet he likes me enough to keep me around?” Like every other person would say “simple he just sees you as a friend.”
You would never stop yourself from thinking there was something more though. It was funny how vivid you remember the times he’d always rejected you.
It’d honestly been a couple months that he had non stop been flirting with you. Complimenting you, twirling your hair whenever you were in his proximity, inviting you out with him. He lived for reactions and how you’d flush whenever he was just around.
Everything was fun and games until you were over one night and you told him how you felt and all he could do was cringe.
Rubbing his neck he said, “I didn’t mean for it to go this far…” As much as it hurt you, you put up a front smiling warmly at him. “That’s okay. I just needed to tell you.” To say he was confused was an understatement but he just nodded his head.
You ended up going back to your dorm because of how awkward it was.
Your bestfriend’s despied him, even though you were strong they knew it had to hurt, getting turned down from the boy you liked.
“Honestly Y/n there’s way more guys that are like ten times better than him!” Yunjin exclaimed, Chaewon nodding along. “I agree! He’s a total douche! I mean he hurt you and he’s been with like half the campus already.”
Yunjin gasps, her eyes widening. “Dude what if he like.” She leans in. “Has STDS.” And Chaewon and you both cringe. “Ew really Jen.” And she shrugs, “Hey I’m just saying.”
You sigh, slumping against your seat, the three of you had gone out to eat. Your guys attention is drawn to the pair that walks through the door.
When you all look it’s Yeonjun with a girl clinging to his arm. You hear Yunjin sigh and you turn around, facing your guys table. You’ve been avoiding him ever since you told him how you felt out of pure embarrassment, even though you did say things were fine.
“Do you wanna go.” Chaewon asks and you nod. Yunjin waves over the waiter accidentally catching the attention of Yeonjun and he straightens up, waving to her yet she glares at him.
“Shit. He’s coming.” She quickly whispers. “Yunjin! Hey—Oh the whole gangs here.” He smiles, the both of them glaring at him. You don’t look up from your food.
“Hey Y/n.” You hear him say and as much you shouldn’t have, you missed hearing him say your name. You look up at him, nodding. “Hi.”
And he tilts his head, pursing his lips. Before he can answer, the waiter comes back. Yunjin signs the bill and gets up, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards her. Neither of them say bye to him, “Bye Y/n!” He says and you look back, only to be met with that smile you grew to love so much.
After a long dreadful week of thinking and drowning in your feelings. You finally came to terms with your big plan, if Yeonjun wanted to be that way, then you’d just have to beat him at his own game.
It didn’t sound to bad because you were always just shy around him. Never really saying anything back, just letting him have his fun.
Although now you were going to make sure that for whatever tease he said you’d be able to clap back, you had to be bolder. Your number one main goal was to at least make him blush.
When you told Yunjin and Chaewon they were so delighted with your idea. However you left out the part where it was to win him over, they just thought you were trying to make him jealous. They even tried to pitch in their thoughts.
“You should totally get with one of his friends.” Yunjin said grinning to herself. “What! No! I’m not gonna play that type of game…” Yunjin agreed and so did Chaewon. “True you don’t wanna stoop that low.” All of you nodding in unison.
It wasn’t hard to start talking to Yeonjun again because he never made anything awkward, you were surprised that no matter how long you guys stopped talking he was the one to reach out, always.
He’d sent you a text that he’d be waiting outside of your class so you both could have lunch together.
“Hey cutie.” He wiggled his brows, back again with the teasing. “Hi pretty boy.” You eyed him, glancing him up and down.
For a split second you see his brows furrow, yet they go back to normal. “Come on I’m starving.” He says quickly turning away.
As you guys were waiting for your order in the food court Yeonjun groans. “Ugh I’m so hungry I can literally eat a horse.” And you laugh, “Yea I don’t doubt it.” His head whips up to you and he scoffs. “Really?” He raises a brow and you tilt your head. “Yup.”
He stares at you, almost as if he’s trying to decipher something. Yet your order is being called and you usher him to go get it.
Once he comes back he’s immediately stuffing his face. You shake your head at him when you notice he has sauce on the corner of his mouth. You gesture to him but he kept missing. So you take it upon yourself to lean close and swipe your finger along it.
However instead of having a moment, you put extra pressure. Making him frown by the way you were smooshing his cheek. His eyes narrow at you, not even wanting to scold you.
“Are you gonna go to Wooyoung’s party?” You had heard about it from Yunjin, however he did invite you himself. Your friends would tell you over and over that it seem like he took a liking to you. “You know him?” You knew that they were friends and although you would never actually get with him, it’d be nice to tease him.
“Um yes he’s the one that invited me.” You laugh and he immediately stops chewing, glancing at you. You give him a look, but he just rolls his eyes. “So you’re going with him?”
You bite your lip, trying not to smile. “I mean I don’t know maybe, are you going?” He pouts, his eye brows furrowing. “Yea.” You furrow your brows back, not liking his dry answer. “Let’s go then.” You say and he finally finishes his food.
“Well you’re going with him.” And you can’t help but laugh, dramatically gasping right after.
“Is The Choi Yeonjun jealous?”
“Why would I be jealous!” He barks back, turning his face away. Your smile grows when you notice his ears are red.
Silently cheering that you achieved your first goal. You lean in and tug at his ear. “You’re blushing~” He smacks your hand away and you laugh at him.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush before.” You pause. “It’s cute.” It’s so surprising to see how quiet he’s got, not fighting back, he just has his head turned not looking at you. “Shut up and eat your food.” He grumbles and when he sneaks a glance at you, you wink at him, making him huff.
“I made him blush!” You announced to your friends as you walked through the door. “What?” They both turned and you were standing there, all big and proud.
“Yup, and we need to go to Wooyoung’s party.” Yunjin and Chaewon give each other a look and then turn to you. “We? Didnt he invite you?” Yunjin says and Chaewon nods.
“What! You guys can’t abandon me!” And they both groan. “But it’s tonight, I’m so tired.” Yunjin slides down the couch. “Please! You guys!” It’s not like they were going to say no, all of you guys were each others weakness. “Ok we will!”
When you guys arrive the music blares throughout the house and surprisingly, Wooyoung is chilling on his front yard, a beer in his hand.
When his eyes land on you he tenses up, his eyes widening a little. Yunjin and Chaewon seem to catch on before you and they smirk at you. “What?” You say and you turn to their line of sight, seeing Wooyoung wave at you.
You smile and when you turn back they’re gone. You’ll make sure to let them have it later.
“Hey! I’m glad you made it.” He says happily, low key checking you out. “Yea of course, thanks for inviting me.” You smile. “Uh- you want something to drink? I got a lot of options.” He laughs, rubbing his neck, “Yea sure.”
You can see him take a deep breath and then he’s holding out his hand. You’re puzzled for a second but grasp on to it. He tightens his grip on your hand while you guys make your way through the crowd. Once he leads you to the drinks you thank him.
“You okay with whatever?” He asks you, and you nod. Once he hands you your drink you open your mouth to say something but your words die out when you feel a hand on your waist, you flinch, moving to shove whoever laid their hands on you.
“Hey sweet thing.” Yeonjun grins at you and you narrow your eyes at him. “Hands off.” You grumble, moving next to Wooyoung.
He smiles at Yeonjun, dabbing him up. “Thanks for coming.” He smiles at him and Yeonjun smiles back looking at you.
“Want me to get you something?” He gestures to the drinks and you shake your head. “Wooyoung got me one.” You take it out of his hand sipping it, all while maintaining eye contact with Yeonjun.
Instead of leaving he stays to converse with Wooyoung, making you pout. You put your hand on his shoulder, leaning close to his ear. “I’ll see you later, text me.” Wooyoung freezes, bashfully humming back at you.
Yeonjun watches the whole interaction, taking a swig of his beer. You meet up with Yunjin and Chaewon and you’re kinda offended by the way they’re looking at you.
“What?” You say and Yunjin sighs. “What happened to Wooyoung?” Yunjin pouted and you roll your eyes. “Yeonjun stole him from me.” You rest your chin on your hand and you suddenly get an idea. “I’ll be back.” Chaewon and Yunjin share a look. “You just got here!” Chaewon yells, you nod, already walking away. “I’ll text you guys!”
Surprisingly you find Yeonjun by himself, still near the drinks. “Do a shot with me.” You bite your lip, trying to contain your smile.
He eyes you, looking at the shot glass in your hand. “You tryna drug me?” He raises his brow, taking the shot glass. “Oh shut up, it’s your favorite.” You say handing him the soju, and he grins.
He moves closer to you and your brows furrowed in suspicion. He catches on and laughs, “Love shot?” He wiggles his brows, you don’t say anything but hook your guys arms, already sipping from your shot glass.
You and Yeonjun stick together, continuing to drink till the point your guys words are slurred and sight is a little blurry.
You both find yourself on a couch, the music blaring through the speakers. Your head is laid against his shoulder as his droopy eyes stare in the distance.
He feels your stare on him so he turns, glancing at you. “What?” He shortly says, his eyes glancing at your lips for a split second yet you don’t catch it.
“You’re so pretty.” Your words are hushed against his ear and he shudders, his heart beat picking up. He doesn’t answer, opting to fiddle with the hem of his shirt. He turns to look at you and you’re much closer then he expected, his breath hitching.
Before your lips could meet his he stands up. “I gotta go.” Leaving you confused and alone as you stare at his retreating figure.
You pout and pull out your phone, missed calls and texts from Yunjin and Chaewon, yours guys group chat as well.
Once you call them they’re right by your side in a second. “What the hell happened to you!” Yunjin starts helping you up, worry lacing her features, Chaewon rushing to your other side.
“Yeonjun left me.” Yunjin’s brow furrowed, she couldn’t even explain how mad she was. “That piece of shit.” She grits, already ordering an Uber back to the dorms.
Yeonjun pushed through the crowd, trying to call one of his friends to pick him up, which he successfully does.
“Jesus Christ dude you never get this drunk what’s wrong with you.” Beomgyu says, shaking his head as he helps him in the car. Yeonjun is quiet, making Beomgyu uneasy.
“You good?” He takes a deep breath in. “I was with Y/n.” Beomgyu seems to loosen up. “Oh! That’s great how is she!” He lightens up yet his smile falters when he looks at Yeonjun.
“She tried to kiss me.” Beomgyu blinks, pursing his lips. “Um, what’s so bad about that? Don’t you like her?”
“I don’t like her!” He shouts, his mouth pulling into a pout.
Beomgyu is taken aback at Yeonjun’s small outburst. But he shakes his head, a small smile gracing his lips.
“Are you sure…” He says definitely prying. Yeonjun’s face softens, and Beomgyu can see him visibly slouch.
“I just.” He starts his eyebrows pulling together. “She’s to good for me, her heart is. I’m scared I’ll break it.” He sighs, looking at his hands. “Even though she makes me feel things no girl has ever made me feel, she’s perfect, and she deserves someone better.” He confesses, his pouty lips pulling into a more deeper frown, his eyes lost.
Beomgyu sighs, “You’re so in love with her.” He laughs, and Yeonjun glares at him. “But she’s in love with you too dude, she has been. I get you’re scared of hurting her, but that should be a main motivation to not.” Yeonjun nods, groaning right after.
“But I messed up! I just ditched her!” He slaps a hand over his face, regretting his decision that he made out of fear. “Yea maybe that wasn’t so smart. You’ll make it up to her though.” Yeonjun turns to him, chewing on his lips. “Yea I will.” He whispers.
Right when you guys all got back to your dorm you locked yourself in your room and cried.
You knew it wasn’t going to be easy to win Yeonjun over, but the thought of you making him uncomfortable killed you because all you ever wanted was for him to be comfortable around you.
The morning you wake up you’re met with swollen eyes and a pulsing headache, your day already starting terrible.
You definitely weren’t ready to see Yeonjun’s face after last night. However your best friends don’t let you dwell on it, getting you your favorite coffee order and comforting you.
They do make sure to give you your space though and you’re so thankful for how thoughtful they are.
You leave the dorm with your earbuds in but no destination to go. You found it therapeutic to walk without a care just listening to music, it calmed you really.
Of course it had to be disrupted by bumping into someone. Pulling an earbud out,
“Shit sorry I didn’t see where I was-”
“Y-Y/n.” Yeonjun gulped blinking at you.
You froze, blinking as well. Your mind tried to come up with something to say, an apology maybe, but nothing was coming to mind.
“I’m sorry.” You both say at the same time. Again, you both blink at each other yet he speaks up.
“You’re sorry? Why are you sorry?” You twiddle with your earphone wire, “For making you uncomfortable. It was never my intention to.” You mumble, feeling guilty.
“No! I wasn’t uncomfortable, I-” He bites his lip, looking around. Catching the attention of near by people. “Do you think we can talk somewhere in private.” You nod, you both were in the middle of the quad.
The walk to his dorm was quite. The both of you trying to save your words for when you were behind closed doors.
When the door shuts, you find yourself walking to the couch and he follows you. It’s silent for a bit, the both of you having so much to say but no words to express it.
“I wasn’t uncomfortable, you never make me uncomfortable.” He admits, fiddling with his fingers.
It was rare to see Yeonjun nervous.
“Then why’d you leave?”
It’s not like you didn’t believe him, you were just curious. He gulps, rubbing his hands on his pants.
“I was scared.” Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Not scared like that but like, I was nervous.”
He’s stumbling over his words trying to make sense of his stupid explanations.
“You were nervous to kiss me?” He nods. “You do it all the time though. Well not with me but.”
His heart is beating, “Y-You’re different.” He’s avoiding all eye contact with you, chewing his lip. “How…?” To anyone they say you were being very clueless, oblivious. But you genuinely threw out the hope in your mind that Yeonjun would like you.
“Because.” He mumbles.
“Because why?”
“Because I like you y/n.” He whispers.
You probably wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t sat next to him.
His words go in one ear and out the other. However when you realize what he said, your eyes go wide. You don’t think before the words leave your mouth.
“Then why did you reject me so many times.”
Nice. You internally face palm yourself. Yeonjun answers without hesitation.
“I was scared of hurting you.” You blink at him and he finally looks at you. He almost looks drunk, the way his eyes are half lidded and he’s breathing slowly.
Yet that’s how he felt when he was with you. Calm yet infatuated with you, like you were the only girl on the world that truly understood him and could put up with him.
“So what changed that?” He doesn’t look away from you anymore, maintaining eye contact with you. “Well last night was a wake up call, when I saw you with Wooyoung.” He laughs nervously, “So you were jealous?” He glares at you continuing to speak.
“After I left Beomgyu picked me up and we talked. About my feelings for you and stuff.” You smile, the situation finally hitting you.
Yeonjun likes you, Yeonjun confessed to you. So you smile ear to ear, trying to bite your lip to hide it. You turn your body, your knees resting on the couch as you look at him.
“You’re no longer scared of hurting me right? And you don’t plan on doing anything stupid ?” He nods quickly, “Never.” He blinks at you expectedly.
“As obvious as it was, I like you to Yeonjun.” You smile to yourself once again, you wonder what your self from a couple months ago would think. How you weren’t getting rejected and Yeonjun was the one actually confessing to you.
He smiles now to, his neck and ears flushed red. You move to tug on it like you’ve done before.
“You’re blushing.” You whisper and he moves to pinch your cheek. “You are to.” His hand doesn’t move, letting it rest on your cheek.
At the same time you both glance at each others lips then back at each others eyes. Yeonjun leans in, letting your lips meet his half way.
The kiss is sweet and gentle, just a little open mouthed and it makes you heat up. He holds you as if you’ll break with in his grasp.
When you both pull away your out of breath but Yeonjun doesn’t waste any time, kissing you again. His hands dropped to your waist, your hands tangling in his hair. He’s pulling you closer to him, almost as if he lets go you’ll disappear.
“Tell me if you wanna stop and I will.” He says against your lips, “I want this.” You whisper and he smiles in the kiss. His tongue peeking out, silently asking for entrance. You gladly open your mouth, his tongue entangling with yours.
A moan leaves your lips, letting him explore your mouth. His grip on your hips tighten when the sound leaves your mouth. He finally pulls you on top of him, sinking into the cushion.
Even though you’re on top of him, he’s very much the one in control with the way he’s reducing you to a mess with just his tongue in your mouth.
When you pull away for air a string of saliva connects your guys lips. Both of your guys eyes lidded and staring at one another. “Wanna stop?” He rubs his hand that’s on your hip. You shake your head, rubbing your finger against his lips.
“Then tell me what you want.” He pecks your hand, holding it against his lips. “I want you.” You pout and he smiles, sitting up, holding your thighs so you won’t fall.
He rests his head against yours. “You have me princess.” You flush at the pet name. You don’t say anything else, your lips moving back to his.
He picks you up, never breaking the kiss he makes his way to his room, setting you down gently.
His hands are planted beside your head. “You promise this is ok?” You nod, a hand reaching up to glide your fingers along his cheek. “I pinky promise.” He laughs, moving down to place pecks along your neck.
Your breath hitches when he reaches your sensitive spot. He smirks, sucking and nibbling until your skin turns red. He moves down to your collarbone, he looks at you for permission, which you grant with a nod.
He helps you peel off your shirt, throwing it on the floor. His hands rub you waist, making you giggle. “What?” He smiles down at you, and you laugh again. “Just tickles.” He smirks, “You’re so cute.” He moves down to your stomach, leaving light pecks, stopping at your pants.
Once you give him the ok, he takes them off gently. You wonder if he’s ever been this gentle with another girl, (he wasn’t) yet you don’t dwell on it.
Only now do you notice you’re almost fully nude, blushing at the realization. You tug at his shirt with a pout, and he grins at your cute antics.
He pecks you before pulling off his shirt and taking off his pants, moving you to lay down. But you stop him, your hand gliding along his abs, kissing up his chest. He blushes, his cock jumping at your action.
“Fuck you’re gonna make me go crazy.” He sounds breathless, your hands wrap around his neck and you pull him down with you. Your lips moving slowly with his, as he kisses you his hand slips under your panties, freezing at the feeling of your wetness.
“Shit you’re so wet princess.” You flush, “Wanna taste you so bad but I don’t think I can’t wait any longer.” He groans, rubbing your thigh.
“We can save that for another time.” You smile and he laughs. “Definitely.” He nods, he reaches for his drawer, rummaging for a condom.
“S-Shit.”
“What’s wrong.” You say.
“I have no more condoms .”
You stifle a laugh, “You fuck that much?”
He pouts, “No I don’t! I just lost them.”
He sighs, your hands rest on his hips. “I’m on the pill, you’re negative right?” His eyes widen a little, “This would be my first time going raw.”
You grin, “Well the pleasure is mine.” He smiles cheekily at your comment but can’t ignore the way he feels painfully harder now.
He pulls off your panties, leaving small kisses on your inner thighs. You squirm when he nips at them, he leaves a kiss on your slit, pulling back to take off his boxers.
As he’s doing that you clip off your bra. He gives his cock a few strokes, looking down at you.
“You okay?” You nod. “You wanna stop you tell me okay?” You nod again, pulling him in a kiss.
You both hiss as he inches deeper in your cunt. Yeonjun was long and girthy, his tip pointing a little up. “Oh fuck.” You bite down on his lip, moaning at the stretch.
He hisses, detaching his lips from yours he shoves his face in your neck. “God you’re so tight.” He whimpers, he just bottomed out and he already feels pussy drunk.
He kisses your neck, his heavy breaths meeting you ear. His hands move to entangle your hands that are gripping the sheets, intertwining them with his.
He squeezes them, whispering that he’s gonna move. His thrusts are slow but deep, making your hands in his grip tighten. “S’big ‘junie.” You whine in his mouth, making his cock twitch.
“Yea angel?” He says breathlessly already feeling like he’s gonna cum as well. His hips pick up, fucking into you a little sloppy. “F-Fuck pussy sucking me in so good.” He gasps, a hand detangles from yours moving down to rub circles on your clit.
Your breath gets caught in your throat, a choked moan leaving your mouth. “J-Jun I-”
He doesn’t stop until he feels your flutter around him, fucking you through your high. Your arms fly out to wrap around his neck , “I-I love you.” You say against his ear.
That does it for him, sending him over the edge, he stills, whining against your neck. He doesn’t break away from you just yet, letting his weight crush you but it doesn’t bother you.
He smiles against you, kissing your shoulder, all the way to your lips. “Ima pull out ok?” You nod tiredly against him and when he does he finds his boxers and enters the restroom.
He exits with a hand towel, gently cleaning you. “Um do you wanna borrow boxers? Because these are kinda…drenched.” He says holding your obvious soaked panties. You slap your hands over your eyes.
“You don’t have to show them to me!” You whine and he laughs, grabbing a pair and slipping them on you, passing you one of his shirts as well.
He lays down next to you, and you turn towards him. “You know, I didn’t think you’d come just by me telling you I love you. Who knew The Choi Yeonjun was such a softie.”
He pouts, pulling you towards him. “Didn’t know my dream girl was such a tease.” He mumbles and you laugh. “You’re one to talk!” He laughs as well. “I love you too, if you didn’t know by now.”
He rubs your cheek, staring into your eyes so lovingly. “It’s always nice to hear it.” You whisper, pecking his lips. “So date tomorrow?” He asks and you nod.
“Wait this wasn’t a date?” He narrows his eyes at you. “Ha ha. Very funny.” He squeezes your thigh making you squeal.
You laugh against his lips, the both of you opting to laze around on his bed.
You definitely had a lot of explaining to do to Yunjin and Chaewon.
© 2023 aakomii — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. REFRAIN FROM PLAGIARIZING, SHARING MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS
⚝fic type: one shot as part of the weeknd series
⚝genre/contains: choi yeonjun x gn!reader, angst, fluff ending, heartbreak, yeonjun was a rebound
⚝word count: 4k
⚝synopsis: yeonjun was simply supposed to be a rebound to help you cope with the breakup you'd just gone through. when your relationship with him blossomed into more than that, you abruptly cut him off in a bid to protect yourself from any more possible hurt. you ended up hurting him instead, and as time went on you realized what a huge mistake you'd made by letting yeonjun go. perhaps you'll be able to salvage what you two had at the party tonight...
You chased after him in the sea of swaying bodies, weaving through the partygoers as deftly as you could manage while still keeping his raven coloured hair within your line of sight. It’s a good thing he was tall.
Your struggle in trailing after the sullen boy was eased considerably when you followed him onto a corridor with a thinner crowd. He didn’t look behind him or acknowledge your presence in any way before opening a door to his left and disappearing into its well-lit interior.
“Yeonjun, wait!” you pleaded, planting your palms on the bathroom’s door to keep him from shutting you– and the rest of the party– out. Your voice broke out from the confines of your chest all rushed and high-pitched, as if you feared you’d never be able to say what you needed to if you didn’t act right then. “We need to talk. I need to-”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Yeonjun mumbled. His voice was gravelly, probably from lack of use. You’d noticed him falling quiet as the night wore on. His tone was firm, defensive, and it was a clear indicator that he wanted you to leave him alone.
“But there is, Yeonjun,” you insisted, just as firm. He sighed and held the door open for you, avoiding any eye contact as you walked past him into the small space. If you had to have this conversation in a bathroom then you would. The bright fluorescent lights left spots in your vision for a few seconds since everywhere else outside this bathroom was dimly lit. Yeonjun closed the door before leaning against it, black bangs falling over his eyes that were trained on the tiled floor as he waited for you to speak.
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You and Yeonjun had broken up a few months ago. It really hadn’t been your intention to get into a relationship with him in the first place, heart still sore and mending from what your ex, Heesung, had put you through. But Yeonjun was like a treat that one stowed at the top shelf of their pantry for ‘emergencies’; vowing that they would take ‘just one more bite’ and they’d have had their fill... inevitably losing that war before they even realised it. You kept promising yourself that every date would be the last, and by the sixth one he had officially asked you to be his and you’d selfishly agreed. What you had meant to keep as a reliable contact for Saturday walks in the park had evolved into late night drives with a boy who held stars in his eyes.
You met Yeonjun at a dance studio a friend had been nagging you to check out. The place had a great reputation and you soon learned that Yeonjun spent a lot of his free time there. He was exemplary at dancing, much like anything else he really set his mind to. Like winning you over, for example. Something in his vibe was simply magnetic; he wormed his way into your heart quicker than you’d have thought possible. You knew what drew you to him… his infectious laughter that made his chest heave with the power of it, his attention to detail and how he expressed gratitude for even the tiniest of favours. Yeonjun never took anything for granted. He could also read you like an open book– always a step or two ahead of you in anticipating your needs and wants, and fulfilling them the best he could. Yeonjun was very convincing in his methods of winning you over, and before you knew it he’d reeled you in completely.
You’d let the affair get to far, both emotionally and physically, and when you eventually let him go you could see how heartbroken he was. It was insensitive of you, but the need to protect your recuperating heart had overpowered your empathy– at least at the time. The detachment was somewhat justified and easier to deal with when he’d seemingly moved on before you even had the chance to come to terms with everything. In any case, Yeonjun wasn’t one to dwell on things, especially outwardly. Once you’d ended things, he hadn’t stopped you to ask what had caused you to break him in the way that you did. He simply… moved on. You suppose it was selfish of you to want him to have lurked around for a while after the break-up, brooding over the broken pieces like you had with Heesung.
He didn’t even ask for his stuff back– the hoodies he’d left over at your place or the gifts he’d given you. Yeonjun wasn’t petty, and it sparked a newfound respect within you– because Heesung had been his polar opposite during your break up with the former. But without Yeonjun your days felt so long; without his cute texts to get you through your day the hours dragged on. It made you acutely aware of how Yeonjun had become your emotional support in so many ways. From his random check-ins to the silly memes he sent you… your life felt oddly empty in Yeonjun’s absence. It had taken some time to wean yourself off waiting for the chime of your phone every day at around lunch, which was when he usually spammed your line and reminded you to get something to eat.
The last time you’d seen Yeonjun was weeks ago. You’d ended up in the same restaurant late on a Thursday evening and you tried your best to ignore the forlorn gazes he not-so-subtly shot you every now and then as you directed your attention to the guy sitting across from you. He was a co-worker who’d been courting you for months and although you had no real interest in him, you decided to accept his dinner invitation with the hopes of getting Yeonjun off your mind. However, even while you weathered through the ups and downs of your own life, your nonchalance and indifference towards your breakup with Yeonjun was starting to wear off. Your true feelings within had inexorably begun to show themselves.
The nagging of your ever-persistent subconscious had caused that dam of emotions to break tonight.
He looked well, laughing with his friends and moving to the music as the party kicked up. He’d grown his hair out a little, black strands now brushing low on his neck. He was dressed as casually as everyone else, yet something about Yeonjun’s frame and stance made clothes sit on him elegantly.
When you’d first arrived, you caught sight of him as you and your friends milled through the throng of dancing bodies, stopping every now and then to greet someone you knew. Yeonjun’s smile had dropped once he turned around and saw you, the pain in his eyes evident as he tried to muster a smile back onto his face for the benefit of his own cheerful clique.
Nevertheless, he hadn’t spared you a glance as he breezed past your group of friends with his own gang. You knew this was all your doing, so why did it hurt you so much? Yeonjun was just supposed to be a rebound. A rebound that got out of hand, and you had ended things while you were at his place– in his bed, wearing his t-shirt. You still remember that Saturday as if it was yesterday. You’d had a fight the previous night, but he still convinced you to stay over and bargained that you two would solve your problems in the morning. In any case, it was late, and getting a taxi at that hour would be difficult. When you woke up your fight or flight instinct had kicked in when Yeonjun raised his voice a little as the two of you tried making amends. You were so scared that things would escalate the way they had with your ex, who would get so mad and say things he didn’t mean. He would then shut you out completely and for days it would feel like you weren’t in a relationship at all. That’s why you’d ended things with Yeonjun then and there; running away had always been your defence mechanism– albeit a shitty one.
After everything that happened with Heesung you had shied away from love, running away any time it knocked at your door. Your walls were high but Yeonjun had swooped in and made a hole in your defence, planting a seed of genuine care and affection that– through your haze of mistrust– you could only view as a weed in the carefully cultivated garden of your heart.
You’d uprooted him, and only then in his absence did you realise what you’d just given away.
What you didn’t know was how much Yeonjun was suffering without you; how much he’d cried after your fall-out. He’d taken your break up as a sign that you didn’t find your relationship with him valuable– that there was nothing to fight for between you two. That thought had spiked bitterness in Yeonjun, although it was largely clouded by the love he was starting to have for you that only grew bigger in your time apart. Perhaps absence did make the heart grow fonder. Yeonjun stopped frequenting the places you two would go together, trying to exterminate the sick hope in his heart that you would somehow bump into each other. He hated how cold his nights were without you. When you would come over you’d always offer to make dinner for the both of you as long as he was on dish duty. His apartment felt draughty without the calm and warmth your soft, sleepy laughter brought. The colours of his walls seemed washed out and Yeonjun’s general outlook on life had turned bleak. It had taken him forever to snap out of that mentally and find joy in what he liked to do once more.
His friends chastised him that it was foolish to have been so trusting so quickly, but something about you had drawn him in and taken a hold of him. You were diligent and quick witted, always eager to learn and open-minded in your ways of solving problems. Yeonjun had taken note of how weary you were heading into your relationship with him, how tentative you were in reaching out to him. He’d slowly unravelled the story of what had happened to you in your last relationship and did everything he could to make you more comfortable around him. A few weeks in and he had you smiling more, laughing more and sleeping better. He didn’t want any repayment for it, other than your time and affection… and when you had taken that away he’d been distraught. He’d never expected the excuse you had given him in the flurry of your departure from his life– that all Yeonjun had been to you was a rebound. All that time, all those kisses, all you two had shared was intended to be nothing but a temporary fix to your broken heart.
But he wasn’t going to give up on love as a concept just because of one bad relationship. Yeonjun patched himself up and spent all that love on his friends, his family, and most importantly himself. Seeing you tonight stung, sure, but he wouldn’t give anyone the satisfaction of knowing that.
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The booming music had felt invigorating at first, considering this was the first party you’d attended in a long while. But now, in the cramped bathroom face-to-face with the boy whose heart you’d broken, the thumping of the bass was steadily giving you a headache. It was turning into the kind of evening where you’d usually crave Yeonjun’s company; his patient care soothed every headache and his attentive ears listened to every rant. If you wanted any hope of having another evening cuddled up on the couch with him then you’d need to right your wrongs in the here and now.
But the expression on Yeonjun’s face foreshadowed a difficult task on your part.
“I know there’s absolutely nothing I could say to ease the pain I caused…” you started off, chancing that his features would morph into a look less judgemental. “And I can’t fix the mistake I made but-”
“Mistake?” Yeonjun asked incredulously. He fought back the hope that was blooming within him; had you really changed your mind? Yeonjun internally scolded himself for being so ready to forgive you. He wouldn’t give into you so easily in case you broke him once more.
His gaze turned icier, emotions frozen beneath the dark gloom of his irises. “C’mon, think of something more original.”
“Well, I just want to tell you that I’m so sorry,” you said, taken aback by his cold retort. You fought the tears springing in your eyes. “I didn’t deserve you from the start, and yet you overlooked that and loved me anyways.”
You were shaking with how much you were restraining yourself from crying. “Yeonjun– I was terrified. And because of that I ruined it.”
Yeonjun just watched you, eyes thawing and softening a fraction with a new emotion you couldn’t quite place. He said your name quietly, patiently– as he always did, drawing out the syllables in a manner you’d always loved.
“What were you so terrified of?” His eyes bore into your own imploringly.
“Of the way you loved me,” you explained, frustrated by your situation and the tears that had started running down your face. “Yeonjun, you– you showed me what love could really feel like. After what I went through with my ex I couldn’t seem to let anyone in and you somehow fought your way through all my inhibitions.”
“You should’ve just communicated from the start.” He huffed exasperatedly, taking his hands out of his pockets to cross them over his torso.
“I know, I’m so sorry,” you mumbled, wiping your watery eyes on the back of your sleeve. “I’m trying to learn… how to not run away.”
He didn’t say anything for a long while, and you resigned yourself to the fact that all this was too little, too late. The silence grew heavy– loud, almost– as you stared at each other. The short distance between you two felt broader when Yeonjun’s eyes became distant for a while in thought. He spoke just as you were looking for something else to say.
“So what are you trying to get at with all this? Do you want me to take you back?” His tone was steady, unlike your shaky one as you stuttered and looked down at the floor. “You caused me so much pain.”
“I know, Yeonjun,” you said, missing the way a few teardrops slipped past Yeonjun’s eyes as you weren’t looking at him anymore. “And I promise I won’t hurt you again.”
Yeonjun let out a mirthless laugh and leaned down slightly so you were at eye level. He still kept his distance. “You’re right, you won’t.”
Your heart sank at his words. The harsh, assertive tone was so uncharacteristic of him. Had he perhaps found someone else? He did deserve someone better, but knowing Yeonjun you didn’t think he’d get into another relationship this quickly.
“Are you… seeing someone?” You choked out, a lump forming in your throat. Yeonjun considered your question for a moment before shifting from his position against the door and lessening the space between you two.
“Nope. I’m not ready for that yet. Wouldn’t want to repeat the cycle of heartbreak just to feel something,” he said quietly. Your mouth fell agape at the dig. His words cut deeper than a knife, tearing right through you and leaving you breathless with how heartless he sounded. Had you really turned him into this?
“I– yes, of course. I understand,” you said as steadily as you could manage, before nodding and excusing yourself. Yeonjun slid down against the door once you had disappeared back into the party, hiding his head in his hands as he sat with his knees pressed to his chest on the floor.
Unbeknownst to you, Yeonjun was simply putting up a front to prevent you from hurting him again. In the time you’d been apart he’d begun to put up his own defences… somehow knowing that a time would come when he’d have to face you again. You couldn’t avoid each other forever. A part of him had been waiting for this moment, replaying its possible pathways in his head while he cooked or showered or took a walk. He wanted you to feel that he’d totally let go of everything you two had, just like you did.
Now that this confrontation had happened, Yeonjun wondered if proving a point had been worth it. Your sorrowful face just now was a stark contrast to your controlled calm on that fateful Saturday. Sometimes hurt, and the fear of it, turned people into who they weren’t– and Yeonjun had just made the same mistake you had months ago. His heart ached with remorse; he’d been too harsh. The way you had followed him and apologized had caught him off guard. He hadn’t been prepared to have that conversation and he’d reacted badly.
Yeonjun cursed at himself and got up on his feet, determined to find you and put an end to this back and forth.
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You didn’t bother looking for your friends again after you talked to Yeonjun. Neither did you try find a way to get home on your own. You just moved around the party people watching, more or less on autopilot. Yeonjun’s cold words and expressionless face burned behind your eyelids, haunting you every time you closed your eyes.
A merry group of people were trying to rope you into a game of beer pong when someone suddenly hurtled into you. You weren’t really paying attention to your surroundings, and for that reason you barely had time to react when a boy came crashing into you from your side. You were knocked into the beer pong table before hitting the ground. Your reflexes saved you from landing square on your face, because your arms flew out to catch your fall. The guy who’d crashed into you apologized profusely as he tried helping you up to your feet. His friends who’d been chasing him around watched on guiltily when you winced, quickly adjusting your stance so your left foot was carrying more weight than your right. The stares from everyone around you was starting to get on your nerves, and coupled with the events of the night you were on the verge of crying again.
The boys tried leading you to a nearby couch but you declined their help and limped away from the scene as quickly as you could; you really just wanted to go home now. You had almost made it out when you nearly tripped on a rug near the landing. You’d have tumbled to the floor for the second time that night if someone hadn’t steadied you from behind.
You were going to turn around and thank your good Samaritan, if the close proximity hadn’t let you get a whiff of Yeonjun’s distinctive cologne. You froze in place, the comfort you instinctively drew from that scent had you finally breaking down completely.
Yeonjun wrapped his arms around your middle and drew you close, shushing you. “It’s okay, we’re okay, I’m here…”
“My ankle,” you managed to spit out through your tears. He hummed in acknowledgement before picking you up bridal style and walked outside, towards his car.
“Geez, what happened?” His voice was laced with so much concern as he fumbled with his pockets for his car keys.
“Someone barrelled into me by accident,” you muttered, calming yourself down by tucking your face into the crook of his neck.
“You’ll need some ice on that foot,” Yeonjun said, more to himself than to you. “I could stop somewhere and get some.”
“But Yeonjun,” you started, trying to deflect the attention. Was he actually planning on ditching the people he’d arrived with to take you home? “Your friends…”
“They’ll find their way home, it’s cool.” He set you down in the passenger’s seat before circling round to the driver’s seat. Once he got in fetched you some tissues from the back seat as you explained what happened.
“Do you want to get something to eat?” he asked quietly, reaching over to brush a few hairs away from your face. Your skin warmed up slightly at the places his fingertips brushed against.
You shook your head and laid back against the headrest, exhausted. “I just want to go home, Jjunie.”
“Hey, that’s okay,” he whispered, trying to ignore the flip his stomach did at your use of the nickname. “We’ll get you home and we can order some takeout if you’re still hungry. But first, let me check out that ankle.”
He helped you hoist your leg onto his lap, mindful not to bump it against the gear lever. The delicate way he cradled your foot as he reached for the glove compartment had any animosity you had left in you towards him dissipate. He quietly hummed a tune you didn’t recognise as he grabbed the first aid kit and took out some brand of muscle relief spray, painting your ankle in the cold liquid before temporarily wrapping it with a bandage.
Yeonjun worked in silence as you watched him patch you up. In the quiet peace of his car it felt like nothing between you two had changed– like this was just any other day when you’d have to give each other first aid after over-exerting yourselves during dance practice.
“You’re staring,” he sighed after some time, and you were about to apologise before you caught the soft smirk playing on his lips. “Am I that gorgeous, hmm?”
You laughed at him, groaning at his playful banter. “Please, spare me, Choi Yeonjun.”
He laughed with you, and you could feel the tension leaving your body. Yeonjun looked happier now than he had all night, that light he carried within shining in his eyes once more.
“I missed you,” you admitted.
“Missed you, too, runaway,” he said back with a pout. His eyes turned serious for a moment, regarding you with such profound affection, before he winked and returned his attention to his task.
“Oh no, is that my name now?” you giggled.
“Might be…” he said, earnestly. “If you stick around.”
Yeonjun’s eyes adopted a shimmering quality when he let his vulnerability seep through. It was one of your weaknesses, one of the ways he’d unknowingly won you over. His eyes sparkled with a glittering hope as he waited for your answer.
“I will.” You held out your pinkie finger and he chuckled as he linked it with his own. “This time, I will.”
“No more running away…” he whispered. The two of you had somehow gotten so close mid-conversation and you could now make out the shadow of his eyelashes against his cheeks from the party’s lights seeping through the car windows.
“No more running away, I promise,” you confirmed in a hushed tone. “I want to stay.”
“Good,” he said happily, swooping in to nuzzle his nose into your cheek. You were giggling like little kids at the action, big smiles plastered on both of your faces.
“You know… you have to seal that promise,” he chanced.
“How will I do that?” you asked, laughing at the bashful pink tint on his cheeks. “We already pinkie swore, what’s left?”
Yeonjun didn’t answer you verbally, he merely pouted his lips in your direction, stifling back a laugh as you burst out with one of your own. Nevertheless, you happily obliged once your short fit of giggles had subsided, cupping his face in your palms.
You softly pressed your lips to his, both of you sighing at the feeling you had missed so dearly. Yeonjun’s plush lips pillowed yours oh-so lovingly, his hands sneaking up your sides to wrap across your back. The kiss was slow, neither of you in much of a hurry since you had the rest of the night ahead of you to keep at this deliriously sweet pace. The two of you kept going for what felt like forever, the precious give and take of such a delicate exchange too glorious to give up. You only pulled away because the position you two were in was getting uncomfortable. You both chuckled at how you’d ignored that fact for so long, too caught up in your kiss.
“No more tears, for the both of us.” you said breathlessly.
“Agreed,” Yeonjun whispered against your lips, stealing a final kiss before he pulled away with a grin and started the car.
⚝A/N: this had so much ANGST gdhjvjfkg. still, i found this oddly theraputic and really enjoyed breaking the song down. thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed these two being dumb haha. if so, i'd love to hear your thoughts, so don't be shy to send an ask or rant in the tags :D
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